Wednesday, August 12, 2009
"Do What You Want To, But Do That With Compassion; Minus Aggression...
Yesterday Was Good, Today So Many Birds Flew; Here Is Tomorrow...
When I Saw Your Face, I Panicked And Got No Rest; I Realize Time Flies...
I Panicked Because I Saw How Fast You Had Grown!Now I Must See You!
I'm Sorry Miff, This Summer I Could Not Fly; But Seasons Will Come, And Together We Shall Overcome..."
Dear Mipham...I come into the office the other day and open my laptop. I go to my mailbox and find a link from my bestest-female-friend Rinzy who's married to Steve (and we get along well- especially after i saw what a doma-chewer he was!).
Kuentsen is also like you...in the sense that his Mother is Bhutanese and his Father is American, just like me being Bhutanese and your mother being Dutch. It is nothing unusual. Lot of people, especially after the turn of the century (when the 1900s started), began inter-marrying.
It was possible because modes of travel had changed; instead of horse-drawn carriages there were railways...trains. The railways were an invention as science was shaping in a very revolutionary way the way people would live. It was science that gave birth to all the technology we now have. It continues on.
And science is basically the curiosity of man to make his imaginations come alive...come true...like the Wright Brothers' passion for flying, Newton's observation of nature, Darwin's curiosity of the origins of mankind:
Like where did we come from? What are we here for?
There were men through-out history who all felt the thirst, or the lack of it, as to "Why are we here?" and "What is the meaning of life?" Questions like these drove men and women alike to mountains, forests, caves and wherever they found solitude.
Gautama Siddhartha, who became the Buddha, the Enlightened One. He was born a prince but he was not happy. This made him question the questions of life.
"Why do we feel unhappy? What is sorrow, sadness and death" and many more questions.
He left his palace one quiet night and went to the forests of North-Eastern India. He spent time in jungles, open plains, caves, mountains and practiced with sages, men who had renounced the ordinary world to seek their own answers.
Learning from anybody who could teach him and learning by practice, Siddhartha began to understand who he was. What the world was. Why he felt unhappy. Why we die and most importantly, he found a way to live life minus the strife. He taught wherever he went. Slept wherever darkness fell and ate whatever was offered to him by villagers.
In time he died. But he left behind teachings that are still practiced today. In Bhutan Buddhism is the main religion and a lot of our traditions- customs are influenced by Buddhism, named after the Buddha.
There were others too, like Jesus of Nazareth and more recently men like Albert Einstein, Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa. Men and women of different races and different backgrounds, nationalities...They all had one thing in common, the insight to see the world around them and connect what looks like different parts or different things.
Einstein discovered or rather founded the "theory of relativity" that everything is connected, scientifically. Gandhi taught "Ahimsa" or non-violence- not to hurt others but standing up for your rights. Mother Theresa gave love and took care of the poorest of the poor. She lived in Calcutta in India her whole life; working and devoting all her time to the poor.
Their curiosities of life took them onto these paths. Mandela is a black South African man. By black people mean to say people who are dark skinned, like the kids you see in your class in Holland. He fought for equal racial justice and equal rights. You see, his country was for a long time occupied by white people; from Europe and elsewhere who had all come there to Africa a long time ago and settled down for generations.
The South African white people did not give equal rights to the blacks. So Mandela fought against that discrimination and was jailed, for 20 years. Yet he never gave up. This was his inner-belief. he did not hate white people, he wanted them to treat his people as equals. He was released from prison and became the first black President of his country.
Now at least whites and blacks have equal rights.
Men of science with vast imaginations invented a lot of things good and bad. Things by themselves are neither good nor bad but the way we use them makes them so.
So trains were built, along with ships and aeroplanes and automobiles. Factories were built and long distances became short. People could fly from Amsterdam to New York in less than 10 hours.
So more and more people began emigrating to other countries. Black people from Africa were brought to America as slaves. Indians journeyed to all the corners of the earth along with the Chinese. Finally to the point where in one country you could see people of different racial origins.
But it took time to get them to trust each other and time did heal a lot of racial wounds. Today there is a black American president- his name is Barack Husain Obama. His father was Kenyan and his mother a white American. He went to school in Indonesia and in Hawaii.
More and more people today marry each other from different backgrounds. Personally I like it. I think its the best solution to the racial-divide. You will grow up and will have to explain to people that you are half-Bhutanese and half-Dutch, with sprinklings of German and British roots and some Tibetan too!
But in the end you are a human being first and foremost like any other human being- deserving of mutual respect and equal rights regardless of the color of your skin.
This is your natural physical legacy and you can be a bridge between people who do not understand people of other race and culture.
This makes you, Mipham, an Indigo-Child- makes Kuentsen an Indigo-Child...and it is said and i believe it; that the Indigo-Children will intuitively understand the world much better than our generation and the generations before us did: That somethings in life are simple to practice. That one cannot act superior or treat someone else as an inferior because they are yellow, red, black or white.
That your generation will understand that to kill is wrong; to go to war is wrong; to take what is not yours is wrong. That kindness is better. That tolerance is good. That compassion is priceless. That understanding is an art; That Life is All About Living It Fully- That The More You Love, The Bigger Your Heart and Your Mind Becomes.
That In the End, We all Bleed Red and Cry the Same Tears...That We are ONE with Everything in this Wonderful Place Called Earth and this Beautiful Briefness Called LIFE!
"Be Happy Mipham, Everything Around You Lives; And You Should Too!
Once I Was a Boy! Now I Have Become a Man; But I'm Still You!
I'm Mufasa! Scarface Comes And Takes Me Out; But Simba Rules Again!"
Sometimes a spade isn’t quite a spade and a rainbow could well be a cucumber. You must wonder where this is headed and that too is a gray area. Optical illusion is a scientific fact and so are delusions. Politeness dictates so we give in and go, “it’s alright.” Mirages are common occurrences in the deserts as the lost go about seeing what they need to see for sheer survival.
We see what we want to see; having said that, we’re not lost in the deserts or suffering altitude-sickness. Thimphu is a reasonable valley weather-wise but the newspapers are getting foggy, particularly the one that declares- “That the People Shall Be Informed.” Funny, used to be the “Nation.” Well, it’s the same thing, really.
Now here comes the holler-bomber- “Fraud, Corruption Confirmed.” Fine, I’m excited! Who got nailed? I read on (This was edition number three on that case so I’ve been following up). I read on and I’m seeing things- delusions, mirages. I re-read thinking I’m seeing things.
It’s the same thing. One person who’s come here concerning the case on orders from above spends three important months re-telling, re-calling, -re-presenting her position vis-à-vis the case as clearly as is possible.
Three precious-months away from her studies and without getting sentimental, let’s just say the progress of the case is a sprinting snail. Meanwhile my brethren in the daily Kuensel are seeing things.
I always encourage writers to write well, reporters to report well (in no small measure to the condescending attitude thrown at me when I was a cub-reporter myself). Nothing feels nicer to any worker than having a boss who listens and counsels, without the attitude.
But this cut and paste cover-story is anything but “investigative-journalism.” The loud banner headline yells “sensationalism.”
The reporter in question, Tenzing Lamsang is a driven reporter. He’s got laurels where he’s deserved it. Now I must throw a shoe. He gets the shoe because he’s either been naïve or just plain indifferent to the people whose lives he’s been scripting without much ado.
Today I wake up to the sound of slight drizzles. The weather’s pretty clear considering the deep-monsoons. That is real, I’m not seeing thing. I pick a copy of Kuensel, August 12, Wednesday. The bold two-line banner screams “2 Sides of the Missing 1.4m.” A virtual-replicated strap from the earlier issue of August 8 is duplicated.
The scoop here is the two-people who have been anointed “Prime-Time-Suspects” by the paper. I say the paper because there is an “Editorial” check-post.
There is the Project Manager’s version versus the Project Accountant’s version. Tantalizing! Two for the price of one! Christmas has come early this year. Alright, what’s new? There! Did you see the additional originality to the triplicate-d strap? It says the above two “have accused each other of siphoning the money.”
Lamsang is either clairvoyant or a submerged-non-buoyant being seeing things under the river next to the paper’s office.
There are two versions of the story; I wonder where the real versions are…and the third, the fourth…possibly a fifth? But that calls for objective-factual-investigative reporting. I see none of that here. I see a story done to fill in the spaces in the pages of what is a daily newspaper’s daunting task. Either deadlines are dictating the angles of the stories or our man’s seeing things the way he wants to.
Frankly, I don’t know what to believe! But reading in-between the lines is where most of the details are and having now read episode number four, I’m suspicious. Let me correct myself, I’m not suspicious, I’m convinced the stories being reported in this particular case are stories Lamsang himself has no clue about. Now don’t ask me, neither do I. And if you don’t know a punch-packing-joke funny enough and try cracking that at a bar in all probability you’d be the joke’s butt with a few punch lines thrown in.
It’s like that sailor‘s favorite: “Why are story-tellers such weird people? The answer goes “Because their tails come out of their heads.”
Well Lamsang, I’m sorry but in this case, your tails are coming out of your heads
(I’m seeing that).