TIBET WILL NEVER DIE !
Monday, February 28, 2011
YUTHOK LANE: From Slapstick to Standup
YUTHOK LANE: From Slapstick to Standup: "The Inside Story of How Humor Became a Respectable Enterprise in Tibetan Society When my brother and I were small, one winter vacation our..."
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
High Peaks Pure Earth: CCTV Says Lhasa People Are “Happiest” By Woeser
High Peaks Pure Earth: CCTV Says Lhasa People Are “Happiest” By Woeser: "High Peaks Pure Earth has translated a blogpost by Woeser that was originally written for broadcast on Radio Free Asia on January 23, 2011 a..."
Sunday, January 23, 2011
imagining.homeland: My Friend Lobsang Tashi
imagining.homeland: My Friend Lobsang Tashi: " My earliest memories of him stretches back to mor..."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Tibetans MOTHER dumps HUJINTOA
Tibetans MOTHER dumps HUJINTOA
Fifty one and eleven years propositions
Chinese leaders to Tibetans mother
Still leaves them on depressing
When each them hops one higher stair
Furthering them to more miles away
A pride for martyr Tibetans mother
Crimson cheeked on oily green meadows
Shines its waves crowning herself after all
Leaving breathe unto milky souls
Holding them on blocked ducks
Mighty souls of grandeur world
All are born for lives
Lives are grown for helps
Helps are nurtured for shares
When one blinks in prioritizing
The world to be beamed on sparks of shine
Bequeathing thy voice sparks on assaulting Tibetan mother
I am a Tibetan
My mother is neither a widow,
Neither married nor a bride
A crystallized and compassionate
Nurtures six and more millions
Feeding a continent through single wave
Raising hope and fading filthiness on thy hearts
My mother is in bar
Rejecting HUJINTOA’S propose of happiness
Ascending masked so restlessness now
Carrying Watt backup
Searching happiness for fifty years and eleven more
he proposed with blood and sheel
Ends with hug of desperate
Fifty one and eleven years propositions
Chinese leaders to Tibetans mother
Still leaves them on depressing
When each them hops one higher stair
Furthering them to more miles away
A pride for martyr Tibetans mother
Crimson cheeked on oily green meadows
Shines its waves crowning herself after all
Leaving breathe unto milky souls
Holding them on blocked ducks
Mighty souls of grandeur world
All are born for lives
Lives are grown for helps
Helps are nurtured for shares
When one blinks in prioritizing
The world to be beamed on sparks of shine
Bequeathing thy voice sparks on assaulting Tibetan mother
I am a Tibetan
My mother is neither a widow,
Neither married nor a bride
A crystallized and compassionate
Nurtures six and more millions
Feeding a continent through single wave
Raising hope and fading filthiness on thy hearts
My mother is in bar
Rejecting HUJINTOA’S propose of happiness
Ascending masked so restlessness now
Carrying Watt backup
Searching happiness for fifty years and eleven more
he proposed with blood and sheel
Ends with hug of desperate
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
My Hero Tenzin Tsuendue
My Hero Tenzin Tsuendue
Besides chanting the daily monotony mantras,
Every Tibetan writers and readers,
The Red Banded head Man salutes in news head:
New possibility flash inwards us,
New heart ripens and inculcates historic responded us
Left hands on right chest
Salute thee as my grand did his mighty grandeurs.
Thee fight the cause:
In an ordinary man lives till,
All thy lovers adore them politicized,
Except few among millions salute thee nevertheless
Red Banded Man!
Drilling and lifting up our right legs
Salute thee starring at the red Hans dignitaries.
When the heroes in theatre,
Entertain what the real do teach,
Thee be a million copied mighty soul,
Revolutions there will be.
Red Banded Man!
By us singing and hosting
National mantras and flag,
Salute thee begging long life all noble ones.
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
Alone in Asia
I am one of those who gets to face up somewhere where they don't actually belong to and somewhere i get to make myself belong to none certainly.I am always looking towards the world of peace and world for the people.
Far from the gusty waves driven me and above mine, now we are scattered far behind and in all direction; here above "I" referred to Phuntsok: a shepherd, who is born into a middle class family in Tibet. This man is brought up to 8 years old with his mother and his other family members. He lost his his father when he was only 7 years old.
After two years of his alphabetical education in his district or local school where he had surface knowledge on his mother language that is Tibetan and a bit in Chinese language.
Then he was brought him to exile government in India by his brother; an abbot.
He crossed Nepal-Chinese border by sixteen days by foot through Himalayan icy region which was the hardest thing that he had ever experienced in his life.
Then he got education opportunities to study in a king of institution which he consider it to be his second mother and fully brought up to a literate person. He graduated in 2008 and making his life pass through Commerce line. He is really involved in social work even when he is in the school, he worked in a Vegetarian society group for one year and two years in school environmental group "this gives me a great pleasure" He is currently working in Students for a Free Tibet in Bangalore. His work is a continuous and tireless
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Far from the gusty waves driven me and above mine, now we are scattered far behind and in all direction; here above "I" referred to Phuntsok: a shepherd, who is born into a middle class family in Tibet. This man is brought up to 8 years old with his mother and his other family members. He lost his his father when he was only 7 years old.
After two years of his alphabetical education in his district or local school where he had surface knowledge on his mother language that is Tibetan and a bit in Chinese language.
Then he was brought him to exile government in India by his brother; an abbot.
He crossed Nepal-Chinese border by sixteen days by foot through Himalayan icy region which was the hardest thing that he had ever experienced in his life.
Then he got education opportunities to study in a king of institution which he consider it to be his second mother and fully brought up to a literate person. He graduated in 2008 and making his life pass through Commerce line. He is really involved in social work even when he is in the school, he worked in a Vegetarian society group for one year and two years in school environmental group "this gives me a great pleasure" He is currently working in Students for a Free Tibet in Bangalore. His work is a continuous and tireless
If you want to see my zorpia profile then CLICK HERE
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