We are becoming more like international pets where we are petted and stroked for being pacifists while the Chinese continue and strengthen their hold in Tibet.
For any Tibetan who sees only familiar characters for the post of the next prime minister, — open up your universe a little more.
I would only like to discuss the awakening thought of Woeser’s article “Democracy must have some moral obligations”.
Amdo Sershul hoards his war stories, / deals them out sparingly to passers-by / in their times of need.
An old man below a weeping willow / Hears the wind whipping / The leafless branches / Hanging down
Though most of us have never been to Tibet, the emotional attachment is strong. We’ve settled far and wide but we’re not welcome in our own home.
What matters is that in future we have to make sure that no one suffers in the name of democracy like Socrates once did.
They say a family that eats together, stays together. In a way we are an eccentric extended family, yet the longest joke making rounds in Gangkyi is that in the staff mess it’s a race to see who finishes first.
An institutionalized system has been established with knowledge of the culture passed on more through the classroom than through living experience.
A first fictional novel in English by a Tibetan in exile; a first literary output of its nature by a Tibetan student in exile.
Death does not need a licence to announce itself. It is an independent agent answerable to our karma alone.
The taking of firm roots of a free, boisterous press in the Tibetan refugee community has facilitated the Dalai Lama’s own efforts at the democratisation of the exile Tibetan polity.
So, let’s start with the place, the whole place. Not as it is now, nor as it was, but as it is reflected in literature.
Dharamshala seems to be getting crowded these days. Earlier, the only crowd was the white crowd of the British Raj. But they left when the empire folded up.
“None of us there had any doubts about the genuineness of the oracle. Perhaps it’s just that their days are over, and it’s another sort of world now.”
What can we offer and what can we do for our sisters and brothers in Tibet? What can we do for our sisters and brothers in this shrinking global village?
Tibetans in exile have shown the world that Tibetan culture, although aged, is living and well, thank you.
They were in full foliage / The dandelions of Tibet, / When the hail stormed
And after years of escape and separation / You still recollect those native hills / Those prayer-flags,
Who knows what sunshine / the spring has in its fold for the / soul yearning for its shore