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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Self immolation and Tibetan identity


I often go to Majnu Ka Tila after college it’s quite and not crowded, very unlike most of Delhi. It feels good to be there, specially the cafĂ© at the very heart of ‘MT’ as we fondly call it! Even after having innumerable cups of coffee and the street side treat laping, I had never thought that the same place would one day turn out to be the home of a hero who sacrificed his life for his people, for his country and most importantly for ‘Freedom’. I am talking about Jhampel Yeshi, a 27-year-old Tibetan living in exile in India, set himself aflame at a protest on 26th March 2012 in New Delhi against the forthcoming arrival of Chinese President Hu Jintao. It was at least the 30th time a Tibetan had self-immolated this year alone, a shocking statistic. But as Yeshi’s fiery protest took place in India - rather than in Tibetan areas of China, where most of the immolations have occurred - it received more coverage by the press.

Yeshi died from his injuries a day later, prompting more demonstrations by Tibetans in India against what they consider the brutal Chinese occupation of their homeland. The Indian government, nervous about upsetting China, engaged in a full-on crackdown, arresting close to 300 Tibetans on an archaic colonial law that wards against such dissent.

Yeshi before self immolating left a poignant hand written note. He wrote, ‘the fact that the Tibetan people are setting themselves on fire in this 21st Century is to let the world know about their suffering.’ The number of Tibetan self immolations in China has crossed over thirty. But is the world listening?

Soon after the incident as usual the Chinese authorities put the blame on the Dalai Lama. The Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesperson Hong Lei accused the Dalai Lama of ‘masterminding’ the series of self immolations. The Chinese officials also ‘complimented’ the Indian authorities for their ‘handling’ of the situation. Apart from officials, not many in India would be enthused to receive such a compliment!

And yet the Chinese refuse to take a second look at what is actually causing such unrest in Tibet. Areas inhabited by Tibetans are under harsh security cover. Many new road check points have been built and they are manned by heavily armed Para-Military Police. The Chinese have also instituted ‘monastic management’ plans in order to control religious life. About 21,000 Chinese officials have been deployed to ‘befriend’ Tibetan monks and dossiers have been created on most of the latter. In addition, over a million national flags and Mao portraits have been distributed; monasteries have to compulsorily hang Mao portraits. Such heavy handedness is causing great disaffection amongst the general Tibetan population.

Sadly for the Tibetans, apart from human rights activists, no country has spoken up for them or for their obvious suffering. When a Tunisian street vendor Mohamed Bouazizi self immolated in Tunis on 17 December 2010, he actually helped launch the so-called ‘Arab Spring’ which led to widespread changes in the Arab World. Unfortunately for Jamphel Yeshi, nothing similar seems to have happened in Tibet. Even when the Chinese occupied Tibet in 1950 and the Tibetans took their case to the UN, no major country including Nehru’s India supported their case. While most are demonstrably anxious about the goings on in Syria and critical of the killings of innocent civilians there, few if any are prepared to shed a tear for the hapless Tibetans.

The reasons are not far to seek. No one wishes to annoy the Chinese. The People’s Republic of China is a permanent member of the UN Security Council. It is the second largest economy in the world after the United States and of recent has also grown considerably in military might. Western countries which used to raise Tibet as an issue in their relations with China now also appear to overlook or bypass it when dealing with China.

On the eve of the anniversary of the failed 1959 Tibetan uprising, mass protests were launched by Tibetans and their support groups from their exiled capital Dharamsala, India. Hunger strikes, Candle light vigils, remonstrations and public anger were witnessed in every Tibetan community across the world.

Lobsang Wangyal, an exiled Tibetan entrepreneur living in India says, "Tibetans in Tibet have long said they are not happy under Chinese rule. The self-immolations are saying that they mean it. But the world is paying little attention. It gives a feeling that 30 Tibetans risking their lives is still not enough to make a point and as if more lives should be sacrificed." 

However, all is not lost for the Tibetans. With the evolution of the new media and social networking websites such as Twitter, Facebook, etc., the suffering of the Tibetans is now known worldwide. Millions all over the world who saw the self immolation of Jamphel Yeshi could not but have failed to be moved at the gruesome sight and at the plight of the hapless Tibetans. As more such self immolations take place, the revulsion for Chinese policies in Tibet will grow exponentially.

I for myself will continue going to Majnu Ka tila, to enjoy my cup of coffee and savour the spicy laping; but now MT will no t be the same old MT for me, from now on it is a sacred site where a benevolent soul like Jhampel Yeshi once resided. Bhod Rangzen!! *


* Bhod means TIBET, Rangzen means INDEPENDENCE, in Tibetan it means FREE TIBET.

(I had written this article exactly two years from now, and on the 2nd anniversary of the incident I am finally uploading it on my blog. MT will always have a special place in my heart, forever!)

Saturday, May 11, 2013

I bought your freedom

I bought your freedom my soft toy,
My green bunny, my cuddly boy
For this day, I saved my cash
So I could buy things and make it match,
Our expenses were almost the same,
He spent a little more, but he earned as well
I am still in college, so you can tell
How hard it must have been for me
Right in front my break up, I could see!

I could see it clearly coming my way,
So I did the best I could to pay,
Him somehow the money for my cute little baby,
Cause I knew that is something I could never give up, maybe
A clever decision, I am proud of it now
Decluttering my life, getting space to grow.

I bought your freedom my soft toy,
My green bunny, my cuddly boy!

Today when removing all those memory triggers from my life,
I am glad I literally ‘bought’my bunny back!
Leaving him would’ve be even more painful than the actual breakup,
It was love at first sight,
It was love at first sight,
His bright green fur, lights up my life! :D

(I know the last two lines are hilarious, but I wrote this poem in jest and it suited the mood and the flow, I was happy writing it, so didn’t change anything)  :)
written while preparing for exams on 12th may 2013 at 12:45 pm

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

It felt so right 'to me'

I held onto his every word,
I believed everything, he said
blind to the core
where the fuck was my head? =0

Proud of my brains,
intelligent than the rest,
that's what I thought,
about myself,
till I met you!

You who put everything in perspective,
I know now, I too do have a heart
Cause otherwise it wouldn't have hurt so much.
I thought I coudln't cry for anyone
except myself, but now I cry every night
For could I not see
it clearly then?
How could I be so stupid?

Even now when I know the reality,
Why do I still believe everything he said,
At times when I am alone or even
when with people
A song or a line reminds me of him
tears well up my eyes and I cry.

My gut feeling was always right,
but this is proving me wrong,
and that hurts more than anything
it felt so right 'to me'
But it felt so right 'to me'

Written during the end of March 2013 in class.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

It’s very difficult for me

Look it’s very difficult for me
To pretend as if everything’s all right
When nothing is going right between us
It’s difficult to keep laughing
When all I want is to cry
 I like talking to you
But when we have to part
Talking everyday to you
Will only make it harder for me later
Having said that, do whatever you feel is right
You know better
I don’t want to hold any hard feelings or grudges towards you
Please don’t make it hard for me than it already is!

Written on 14th February 2013 – Valentine’s Day bwahahahaha 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Crossroads

Crossroads always come in your life
You choose one and let the other go
I always chose the one – right, good, practical for me
But, this one time it’s difficult
My life changes if I take the wrong turn, take the wrong pick or go with the wrong option
But no, it’s not only about that
Had it been, I would have been hesitant
In choosing my education, profession, even my location
But this one time, it’s different
Matters of the heart, fuck up the head
Rose coloured glasses, blur your vision
Confusion, utter madness takes over
And this frustration wells up my eyes
And I cry.

Why is it so difficult to let go and move on?
Why is it so difficult to forget and start anew, afresh?
All will be, all right in time to come
My heart will heal and pieces fuse back into one,
But this period, of deciding to hold on or let go,
Is difficult, it’s killing me.
No I am not depressed,
I can still laugh and make people laugh,
Still do my work well, and go out and shop
But despite all the pretense, the outward appearance
I know something’s amiss
I am not me anymore
And I want this to end.
I am afraid of taking a wrong turn, choosing the wrong bend.

Crossroads always come in life,
You choose one and let the other go,
That is how we grow!

(I hope I am able to choose right and grow out of it soon)

Written on 12th February 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Obsessed with words

You are obsessed with words,
More than enabling, they set limits,
You ask us to write a frame,
As if it’s a story.
Off course every photo has a tale,
But when we have ink, pen and our hands,
Why can’t we just draw it out?
Easier for us to get the message across,
Easier for you to understand,
More close to reality.
Why are you then so obsessed with word?
Words that set limits,
Words that are ultimately just words,
Not visuals to please the eyes.
Sir, in the end I have just one thing to say
Why stress the brain,
When you can soothe the eyes!

< I had written this for a professor who i find cute as a teddy, but didn't like him at all when he spoke about writing out "photographic' frames and explaining them :( when one could just draw them >

Written on 23rd January 2013 at 12:13 pm 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Sometimes I feel...

Sometimes I feel you mean so little to me,
Do I even love you?
Love you enough as to stay with you for long even if not forever!
Then I go back through all the memories we’ve shared,
Through all the stupid pranks and silly fights,
Our nicknames and code words,
My laughter that echoes through years that have passed,
Between you, me, between both of us.
Would I have it someone?
Would I like to have it with someone else?
I am unsure,
But when I have in you all that I need,
Why should I look for another you?
You mean a lot to me,
Yes I love you,
Love you enough to stay with you for long and maybe even forever!

written on 14 november 2012, 12:34 raat ko 
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Self immolation and Tibetan identity


I often go to Majnu Ka Tila after college it’s quite and not crowded, very unlike most of Delhi. It feels good to be there, specially the cafĂ© at the very heart of ‘MT’ as we fondly call it! Even after having innumerable cups of coffee and the street side treat laping, I had never thought that the same place would one day turn out to be the home of a hero who sacrificed his life for his people, for his country and most importantly for ‘Freedom’. I am talking about Jhampel Yeshi, a 27-year-old Tibetan living in exile in India, set himself aflame at a protest on 26th March 2012 in New Delhi against the forthcoming arrival of Chinese President Hu Jintao. It was at least the 30th time a Tibetan had self-immolated this year alone, a shocking statistic. But as Yeshi’s fiery protest took place in India - rather than in Tibetan areas of China, where most of the immolations have occurred - it received more coverage by the press.

Yeshi died from his injuries a day later, prompting more demonstrations by Tibetans in India against what they consider the brutal Chinese occupation of their homeland. The Indian government, nervous about upsetting China, engaged in a full-on crackdown, arresting close to 300 Tibetans on an archaic colonial law that wards against such dissent.

Yeshi before self immolating left a poignant hand written note. He wrote, ‘the fact that the Tibetan people are setting themselves on fire in this 21st Century is to let the world know about their suffering.’ The number of Tibetan self immolations in China has crossed over thirty. But is the world listening?

Soon after the incident as usual the Chinese authorities put the blame on the Dalai Lama. The Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesperson Hong Lei accused the Dalai Lama of ‘masterminding’ the series of self immolations. The Chinese officials also ‘complimented’ the Indian authorities for their ‘handling’ of the situation. Apart from officials, not many in India would be enthused to receive such a compliment!

And yet the Chinese refuse to take a second look at what is actually causing such unrest in Tibet. Areas inhabited by Tibetans are under harsh security cover. Many new road check points have been built and they are manned by heavily armed Para-Military Police. The Chinese have also instituted ‘monastic management’ plans in order to control religious life. About 21,000 Chinese officials have been deployed to ‘befriend’ Tibetan monks and dossiers have been created on most of the latter. In addition, over a million national flags and Mao portraits have been distributed; monasteries have to compulsorily hang Mao portraits. Such heavy handedness is causing great disaffection amongst the general Tibetan population.

Sadly for the Tibetans, apart from human rights activists, no country has spoken up for them or for their obvious suffering. When a Tunisian street vendor Mohamed Bouazizi self immolated in Tunis on 17 December 2010, he actually helped launch the so-called ‘Arab Spring’ which led to widespread changes in the Arab World. Unfortunately for Jamphel Yeshi, nothing similar seems to have happened in Tibet. Even when the Chinese occupied Tibet in 1950 and the Tibetans took their case to the UN, no major country including Nehru’s India supported their case. While most are demonstrably anxious about the goings on in Syria and critical of the killings of innocent civilians there, few if any are prepared to shed a tear for the hapless Tibetans.

The reasons are not far to seek. No one wishes to annoy the Chinese. The People’s Republic of China is a permanent member of the UN Security Council. It is the second largest economy in the world after the United States and of recent has also grown considerably in military might. Western countries which used to raise Tibet as an issue in their relations with China now also appear to overlook or bypass it when dealing with China.

On the eve of the anniversary of the failed 1959 Tibetan uprising, mass protests were launched by Tibetans and their support groups from their exiled capital Dharamsala, India. Hunger strikes, Candle light vigils, remonstrations and public anger were witnessed in every Tibetan community across the world.

Lobsang Wangyal, an exiled Tibetan entrepreneur living in India says, "Tibetans in Tibet have long said they are not happy under Chinese rule. The self-immolations are saying that they mean it. But the world is paying little attention. It gives a feeling that 30 Tibetans risking their lives is still not enough to make a point and as if more lives should be sacrificed." 

However, all is not lost for the Tibetans. With the evolution of the new media and social networking websites such as Twitter, Facebook, etc., the suffering of the Tibetans is now known worldwide. Millions all over the world who saw the self immolation of Jamphel Yeshi could not but have failed to be moved at the gruesome sight and at the plight of the hapless Tibetans. As more such self immolations take place, the revulsion for Chinese policies in Tibet will grow exponentially.

I for myself will continue going to Majnu Ka tila, to enjoy my cup of coffee and savour the spicy laping; but now MT will no t be the same old MT for me, from now on it is a sacred site where a benevolent soul like Jhampel Yeshi once resided. Bhod Rangzen!! *


* Bhod means TIBET, Rangzen means INDEPENDENCE, in Tibetan it means FREE TIBET.

(I had written this article exactly two years from now, and on the 2nd anniversary of the incident I am finally uploading it on my blog. MT will always have a special place in my heart, forever!)

Saturday, May 11, 2013

I bought your freedom

I bought your freedom my soft toy,
My green bunny, my cuddly boy
For this day, I saved my cash
So I could buy things and make it match,
Our expenses were almost the same,
He spent a little more, but he earned as well
I am still in college, so you can tell
How hard it must have been for me
Right in front my break up, I could see!

I could see it clearly coming my way,
So I did the best I could to pay,
Him somehow the money for my cute little baby,
Cause I knew that is something I could never give up, maybe
A clever decision, I am proud of it now
Decluttering my life, getting space to grow.

I bought your freedom my soft toy,
My green bunny, my cuddly boy!

Today when removing all those memory triggers from my life,
I am glad I literally ‘bought’my bunny back!
Leaving him would’ve be even more painful than the actual breakup,
It was love at first sight,
It was love at first sight,
His bright green fur, lights up my life! :D

(I know the last two lines are hilarious, but I wrote this poem in jest and it suited the mood and the flow, I was happy writing it, so didn’t change anything)  :)
written while preparing for exams on 12th may 2013 at 12:45 pm

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

It felt so right 'to me'

I held onto his every word,
I believed everything, he said
blind to the core
where the fuck was my head? =0

Proud of my brains,
intelligent than the rest,
that's what I thought,
about myself,
till I met you!

You who put everything in perspective,
I know now, I too do have a heart
Cause otherwise it wouldn't have hurt so much.
I thought I coudln't cry for anyone
except myself, but now I cry every night
For could I not see
it clearly then?
How could I be so stupid?

Even now when I know the reality,
Why do I still believe everything he said,
At times when I am alone or even
when with people
A song or a line reminds me of him
tears well up my eyes and I cry.

My gut feeling was always right,
but this is proving me wrong,
and that hurts more than anything
it felt so right 'to me'
But it felt so right 'to me'

Written during the end of March 2013 in class.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

It’s very difficult for me

Look it’s very difficult for me
To pretend as if everything’s all right
When nothing is going right between us
It’s difficult to keep laughing
When all I want is to cry
 I like talking to you
But when we have to part
Talking everyday to you
Will only make it harder for me later
Having said that, do whatever you feel is right
You know better
I don’t want to hold any hard feelings or grudges towards you
Please don’t make it hard for me than it already is!

Written on 14th February 2013 – Valentine’s Day bwahahahaha 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Crossroads

Crossroads always come in your life
You choose one and let the other go
I always chose the one – right, good, practical for me
But, this one time it’s difficult
My life changes if I take the wrong turn, take the wrong pick or go with the wrong option
But no, it’s not only about that
Had it been, I would have been hesitant
In choosing my education, profession, even my location
But this one time, it’s different
Matters of the heart, fuck up the head
Rose coloured glasses, blur your vision
Confusion, utter madness takes over
And this frustration wells up my eyes
And I cry.

Why is it so difficult to let go and move on?
Why is it so difficult to forget and start anew, afresh?
All will be, all right in time to come
My heart will heal and pieces fuse back into one,
But this period, of deciding to hold on or let go,
Is difficult, it’s killing me.
No I am not depressed,
I can still laugh and make people laugh,
Still do my work well, and go out and shop
But despite all the pretense, the outward appearance
I know something’s amiss
I am not me anymore
And I want this to end.
I am afraid of taking a wrong turn, choosing the wrong bend.

Crossroads always come in life,
You choose one and let the other go,
That is how we grow!

(I hope I am able to choose right and grow out of it soon)

Written on 12th February 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Obsessed with words

You are obsessed with words,
More than enabling, they set limits,
You ask us to write a frame,
As if it’s a story.
Off course every photo has a tale,
But when we have ink, pen and our hands,
Why can’t we just draw it out?
Easier for us to get the message across,
Easier for you to understand,
More close to reality.
Why are you then so obsessed with word?
Words that set limits,
Words that are ultimately just words,
Not visuals to please the eyes.
Sir, in the end I have just one thing to say
Why stress the brain,
When you can soothe the eyes!

< I had written this for a professor who i find cute as a teddy, but didn't like him at all when he spoke about writing out "photographic' frames and explaining them :( when one could just draw them >

Written on 23rd January 2013 at 12:13 pm 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Sometimes I feel...

Sometimes I feel you mean so little to me,
Do I even love you?
Love you enough as to stay with you for long even if not forever!
Then I go back through all the memories we’ve shared,
Through all the stupid pranks and silly fights,
Our nicknames and code words,
My laughter that echoes through years that have passed,
Between you, me, between both of us.
Would I have it someone?
Would I like to have it with someone else?
I am unsure,
But when I have in you all that I need,
Why should I look for another you?
You mean a lot to me,
Yes I love you,
Love you enough to stay with you for long and maybe even forever!

written on 14 november 2012, 12:34 raat ko