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6 February, by Bhuchung D Sonam
We should celebrate Losar
Some say…
To open a new chapter
Be Tibetan,
Dress Tibetan
Eat Tibetan
Speak Tibetan
To hold our heads high
Walk a new path, mindful of the past.
We should not celebrate Losar
Others say …
To respect the dead and the jailed
Be Tibetan,
Recite mani
Pray for all
Knead your rosary
Remember that
Our brothers and sisters are suffering.
To celebrate or not to celebrate
The essence is in the difference.
Losar is a good way to assert (...)
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4 February, by Jamyang Norbu
China-watchers have always considered official photographs, such as the May Day line-up of party bosses, as invaluable instruments to measure not only fluctuations in party hierarchy but even possible changes in policy. Since the politics of Dharamshala now seem to be a equally shrouded in mystery and silence as those of the most uncommunicative totalitarian nation, I have, of late, been increasingly forced to adopt the oblique methods of China-watchers to learn what new policies, what (...)
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4 February, by Tsering Dolkar
Buddha lies hidden under a silk scarf
Tucked in a drawer at home in Lhasa
At night I restore it, and say my prayers
Prayers to forgive my cowardice
Prayers to relieve me of suffering.
I look from afar at the giant monastic doors
The crowd walks in with their prayer beads
I have pledged my hands to communism
I can’t go in with my old butter lamp.
Night after night I am awake in my dreams
I hear the echo of my dead parents
I relive their hunger and blood in revolution
It is here (...)
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4 February, by Bhuchung D Sonam
In One Hundred Years of Solitude, the master wordsmith Gabriel Garcia Marquez tells the story of Colonel Jose Arcadia Buendia and his incestuous family stuck in a time warp in Macondo, a small town located somewhere in that appallingly chaotic continent of South America. In the end a child with a pig’s tail is born to Aurelio, the seventh and the last generation of the Buendia. The newborn baby is consumed by a feasting sea of red ants as his mother lies dead on the bed.
I surely do not see (...)
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19 January, by TW
A shadow that follows
Wherever I go,
A shadow that allows
No freedom, wherever I go.
This shadow of injustice
Was born before my birth,
This shadow of tyranny
That encroached my house.
Run, run away
From the specter of this shadow
With all might I shun
from the phantoms of its darkness.
A shadow of prejudice
As a homeless vagrant,
A shadow of humiliation
In an inescapable vicious (...)
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19 January, by TW
One
Recite one Mani
Recite ten Mani
Recite one hundred, one thousand Mani
Pray ! Ten thousand, one hundred thousand Mani !
Countless are the spirits of those who have died
Endless the warm spilt blood, the flowing river.
Thus with each and every Mani
Shall come immeasurable grief and compassion
Love, affection and untainted prayer.
Two
Light one splendid butter lamp
Light ten splendid butter lamps
One hundred, one thousand splendid butter lamps
Give the light of ten thousand, (...)
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19 January, by Bhuchung D Sonam
The appointment of Pema Thinley as a governor of the so-called Tibet Autonomous Region (TAR) under China is widely reported by Reuters, BBC, The Straits Times and many other news media around the world.
Jampa Phuntsok
However, for Tibetans, inside Tibet and in exile, the news came as just another regimented official exchange of position in a carefully manufactured show. Jampa Phuntsok (Ch. Qiangba Puncog), Pema Thinley — and others who apparently hold high positions — are mascots to show (...)
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17 January, by Bhuchung D Sonam
Review of Free Tibet by Pramod Wadnerkar
Published by Step by Step Publisher, New Delhi
Pages 399
Tibet has always enchanted travellers, writers, soul seekers, missionaries and adventurers since the ancient times. As a result a large number of books were written about it — ranging from absurd fiction such as The Third Eye by Lobsang Rampa (assumed Tibetan name of Cyril Hoskins, a plumber’s son from Plympton in Devon, England) to fantastically well researched political books like China’s (...)
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13 January, by TW
Seeing Lhasa is an interesting book. One’s ability to understand or in other words to “see” a place is directly influenced by the authors’ understanding of the place, how they chose to portray it, especially if you are a novice. The effectiveness of authors’ argument also depend to a large extend, to your understanding of the place, your political biases (in this case) and your persuasive skills.
However, any book that analyses “how it was back in the day” needs to be read with an (...)
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6 January
The sky was clear except for the few clouds which moved slowly with the wind. At 15,000 feet above sea level the air feels crispy fresh and without pollution. I could feel the sensation of cleansing as I breathed the air into my lungs and exhaled it out into space. The surrounding mountains were covered in thick snow since the heavy blizzards over the last couple of weeks. After trekking for four days we reached the base of Nangpa-la pass; this was the last barrier before freedom, then we (...)