Monstrous houses have popped out of the tiny wooded hill like large abscesses
on a head. The tiny path has become a detour for people going to avoid throng
of vehicles and their reckless drivers on the main road.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
It’s Heart Attack, Not Green Nail Polish
China’s political system is a darkroom, where we are
often left to speculate on all crucial issues. Event concerning Xi Jingping,
who has gone off the radar for the past days, has left the China scholars,
experts and professional commentators to think over hundreds of possible
reasons. Last week, Xi cancelled meetings with Secretary of State Hillary
Clinton and the prime minister of Singapore, Lee Hsien Loong. On 9 September,
he failed to show up at a meeting with the Danish prime minister.
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
YAK HORNS
'Bhuchung D. Sonam articulates the voice of a new generation of
Tibetans in exile – voiceless and stateless – longing for a space to
call home. He eloquently describes the hopes and aspirations of
young Tibetans. He is perhaps one of the very best spokespeople
for the youth of his generation.'
Tsering Shakya, author of Dragon in the Land of Snow
Backcover:
Tibet has been written about, commented on and described by travellers, ‘experts’ and scholars for centuries – each presenting their own version of reality. This title brings together a collection of essays on contemporary Tibetan arts and social issues, expressed through the eyes of a Tibetan writer
in exile who experienced and lived through
many of the events narrated here.
for the youth of his generation.'
Tsering Shakya, author of Dragon in the Land of Snow
Backcover:
Tibet has been written about, commented on and described by travellers, ‘experts’ and scholars for centuries – each presenting their own version of reality. This title brings together a collection of essays on contemporary Tibetan arts and social issues, expressed through the eyes of a Tibetan writer
in exile who experienced and lived through
many of the events narrated here.
| YAK HORNS Notes on Contemporary Tibetan Writing, Music, Film and Politics |
Sunday, 24 June 2012
Monsoon Reading List
Here are six books that I thoroughly enjoyed reading and also made me think, act and frame myself differently. Hope that you will enjoy them during the monsoon as you spend more time indoor hiding from the rain.
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| Volumes have been written on Mao, but this one by Jonathan Spence, arguably the finest historian on China, is a balanced book grounded on up-to-date research. |
| Ju Kalsang's poetry collection གངས་གྲོང་གི་རླུང་བུ། was published under 21st Century Tibetan Writers Series. This is a gem of a collection with of range his poetry written from 1980s to the present. |
That's all for the moment. If you find interesting titles that you think others should read, please let me know so that I can share them here.
Enjoy monsoon! Enjoy reading!
Monday, 18 June 2012
Last Words of Tamding Thar
These were the last words of Tamding Thar:
''བླ་མ་ཡི་དམ་དཀོན་མཆོག་གསུམ་ལ་སྐ ྱབས་སུ་མཆིའོ།
འཛམ་གླིང་ལ་ཞི་བདེ་ཡོང་བའི་རེ་བ ་དང་།
༸རྒྱལ་དབང་རིན་པོ་ཆེ་རང་ཡུལ་དུ ་ཕེབས་པའི་རེ་འདུན།
''བླ་མ་ཡི་དམ་དཀོན་མཆོག་གསུམ་ལ་སྐ
འཛམ་གླིང་ལ་ཞི་བདེ་ཡོང་བའི་རེ་བ
༸རྒྱལ་དབང་རིན་པོ་ཆེ་རང་ཡུལ་དུ
བོད་རྒྱལ་ཁབ་ཀྱིས་རང་ས་ཟིན་པའི་ དོན་དུ་རང་ལུས་མེ་མཆོད་དུ་འབུལ་ རྒྱུ་ཡིན།”
'I take refuge in the Buddha, Dharma and Sangha.
I am setting myself on fire as an offering of light
with hope that His Holiness the Dalai will return to Tibet,
that peace will prevail on earth and that
Tibet will be ruled by Tibetans.'
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Lang Dharma told me
"I was his brother, Ralpachen's brother
Born of the same flesh and blood.
He who is one of the Three Great Dharma Kings,
He who followed what the other two believed
He who spread what the other two brought in.
And I, his brother, had a different view.
I believed in what we had,
A set of philosophy born out of our land
A set of tenet as good, if not better.
And I loved my country, oh I did.
I was as human as anyone in our land
I was smart as any of the Dharma Kings
I had no horns poking from my head
I had no tail hanging from behind.
But he killed me with a shot of an arrow
That monk called Lhalung Paldor
Who wore long black robes
Who rode a mighty black stallion
Who came in a flash of light
Who ran away across the river
Who turned white after crossing.
He now adorns your history books.
And I became the infidel, enemy of the dharma,
Misjudged by history as the misfit king.
But I loved my country, oh I did.
I wasn't as bad as your history books say
But that fratricidal maniac monk killed me.
For what?
The history has answered --
One hundred years of chaos
A fragmented nation
The end of the warrior's bloodline.
My dream for tomorrow was erased.
My vision for the future mismanaged.
My name debased to a condescending metaphor.
I watched all these happened from where I am now.
And I am tired of endless blunders
That rape and wreck the people I love.
But I can tell you one thing for sure --
I was the last king of Tibet.
I was killed in 842.
The king is dead.
There are no more kings.
You are all tsampa-eaters of equal standing."
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