Tibet Earthquake and Chinese Panchen Lama

By Rabjor

It is very crucial for Tibetans to invite Lamas to pray for the deceased and restore some dignity to him or her after leaving the world. Family members feel consoled and suffer less pain in their hearts if they are able to call on the presence of a high ranking lama. The custom is not only an enactment of religious faith but it is the strongest expression of love, compassion and sorrow for the deceased. In this time of great suffering and loss, the presence of HH the Dalai Lama or HH Karmapa is much needed and much hoped for in the quake-hit regions of Tibet.

Six Stars Crooked Neck: A Losar Diary

It has been one decade since I left my homeland Tibet. It’s been one decade I haven’t seen my parents. It’s been one decade I haven’t seen my fellow Tibetans from my hometown, loss and sadness written all over their faces. Now, Losar is round the corner. I too gave a thought to the Tibetan New Year. I haven’t made any preparations. I don’t need to make any preparations. This is because so far I have celebrated all my Losars at TCV, my alma mater. My school is my home. And that is where I celebrate my Losar.

Dear Envoys, how was your trip to Peking?

This morning I received a phone call. It said you envoys arrived in Peking on January 25. It said you would make your first visit to the province of Hunan. It is said that Hunan is the birthplace of Mao Tse-tung. It is said that after a few days of sightseeing, real talks will take place in Peking. Unlike in the past, it is said, for the success of the talks, this time a special prayer and ritual is being performed in Drepung monastery, South India.

A stream of my memory

Every body has an aim in his or her life; my destination is to be in the zone, of saturated treasure, a palace. A wealthy saturation I felt myself in anticipation. I need your love and sympathy in the form of precipitation. I feel you in the heaven of condensation. The lovely drops of your precipitation fall down into my brooks, later join into my blood vessels of rivers and flow to my mother of ocean deep inside my salty cradle. I know that you are so tired to travel so long a long journey to get my place through the cold dark wildness arising from the heated eruption that led to your fate flying towards my emancipating self.