30 November, 2014

30th NOVEMBER

     I have heard, once upon a time in Tibet, when whole populace celebrated new year with great jubilation, Patrul Rinpoche (1808 – 1887) wept; when asked why, Rinpoche answered, “Another year had gone by, and so many people are one year closer to death, still unprepared.”
     I do not know why! but, these words of Patrul Rinpoche keep coming to my mind so regularly on every 30th November.  May be, I too am unprepared like those people.
    By dictionary-definition, 30th November is my ‘Birthday’ but I have never cut cake on any of my birthdays. However, I always enjoy receiving good wishes from many wonderful people. This often makes me to feel myself more popular than what I am. Little do I realize that I am one year closer to my end.
     Today is yet another 30th November. On this day, I become older by one more year. I remember how I spent my childhood wishing that I was older. Now, I am older and will get further old though I do not wish for it any longer.  It is fine because even mountains do grow old. Growing old is an inevitable  process but growing up is a joy. I am growing both old & up with many others. For me, it is a privilege to grow up together with many wonderful people whom I call them friends. It is sad that some of my mates could not have this privilege. Many people have become a mere memories now. Some people who were of my age and even younger are no more and so were older people whom I met during my early life. Our life on earth is getting shorter the every passing day. Sometime, somewhere, someone said "A rooster that crows in the morning says another day from your life is gone now."                    
    Now, the less that remains is the more valuable to me. I have become like an hunter who is left with just limited arrows. I will ensure not to waste any of it carelessly but use it wisely for the betterment of self and others.
      No matter how hard the past had been. Life is always beautiful.
      

20 November, 2014

Film Review - Choegyal Drimed Kuenden – The Prince in Exile



Choegyal Drimed Kuenden – The Prince in Exile is an incredibly moving movie. This inspirational story is about a compassionate prince who grew up by doing whatever it took him to give others. Later, his own niceness took him through turbulent times. Though almost shattered, the prince remained calm and continued giving whatever little was left. He never became poor or unhappy by giving.


What an ingrained difference! We make our living by what we get but this great prince made his life by what he gave. A genuine act of compassion that transcends attachment with deeper realization that everything on earth is impermanent was what touched my heart the most.
     This inspirational film inspired me to get my life on another track though only time can tell how much I can do. At the end, what made me feel so special was the feeling that I too live in the same world where a great soul once lived.
      Scripted from the hagiography Choegyal Drimed Kuenden; the film is well written and directed by Director Gyem Dorji. It is yet another great presentation by Norling Drayang. This movie has a perfect setting and is so aptly done.

18 November, 2014

CHOEGYAL DRIMED KUENDEN - The Prince in Exile

     Every art has its capacity to influence feelings, thoughts and behaviors in society. Cinema is one among many that has a lot more to offer besides entertainment.
     To me, whether it is in big screen or small screen, movies have always been open windows through which I see different lives and how each one of us live differently from the other. Though movies are only artistic creations, good movies always have striking philosophical similarities with our lives; this is what generate emotions in me and takes me through emotional roller coaster right from the start till the end.
     One of the common interests we have in our family is our love for good movies. We go out every time there is good movie in town, this happens normally once in a month or sometimes once in two months. My children joyfully call this outing as ‘movie of the month’. This time they wanted to watch ‘Choegyal Drimed Kuenden – The Prince in Exile’. Surprisingly, my wife(Ama) seemed to be resisting her own excitement when she reminded me about kids’ exam that would begin after a couple of days but kids were more convincing that they need a break and moreover it was already more than a month since we watched ‘Ap Bokto’ - our previous movie of the month.  So, we went ahead though we respected Ama’s concern very much.
     Choegyal Drimed Kuenden – The Prince in Exile was an incredibly moving movie. This inspirational story was about a compassionate prince who grew up by doing whatever it took him to give others. Later, his own niceness took him through turbulent times. Though almost shattered, the prince remained calm and continued giving whatever little was left. He never became poor or unhappy by giving.


What an ingrained difference! We make our living by what we get but this great prince made his life by what he gave. A genuine act of compassion that transcends attachment with deeper realization that everything on earth is impermanent was what touched my heart the most.
     Half way through, when I could not hold back my tears, I pretended to be having itchy eyes but was caught red handed by my 9 year old son who was also in same state of emotions. Not knowing what to say, we both smiled at each other, still in tears.
     This inspirational film inspired me to get my life on another track though only time can tell how much I can do. At the end, what made me feel so special was the feeling that I too live in the same world where a great soul once lived.
     Scripted from the hagiography Choegyal Drimed Kuenden; the film is well written and directed by Director Gyem Dorji. It is yet another great presentation by Norling Drayang. This movie has a perfect setting and is so aptly done.

10 November, 2014

DRINCHEN AMA – All for my Mother


I have no far-reaching wisdom on spirituality. As an ordinary human, I live within the web of attachments. I have no material property to keep me wanting more, all I have is just a few people whom I owe everything for what they are to me.  To them, I remain attached.

But, of all the 7 billion people in the world, why is it so that, my mother has to suffer a lot and why I am not able to do much to ease her pain? She is the most wonderful person to me. When I was sick, she felt the pain more than she could endure and worried to the extent that she even fell ill herself, yet she never even mentions what she had gone through. 

She started loving me from the time I was developing inside her despite drowsy and sluggish times she had been through.  She underwent all kinds of pain to give birth and then let me relied on her milk for my life and nourishment.  It is said that the milk is a transformation of mother’s blood and each child drinks 1200 gallons of its mother’s milk. Seven of us had 8400 gallons from her. Today, she looks worn and fatigued not just because of her age but also because of this drain. Parents’ love indeed is boundless and limitless that one can never repay them. My parents had gone out of their ways to give me a healthy life and taught valuable lessons in life. I am only thinking ‘Am I doing enough for them’.

Oh!  The god of longevity, please grant the epitome of longevity to my bedridden mother. I would not mind for not having more. Please ..., let me continue to posses what I have. I am just an ordinary being and it is not easy for me to let go my attachments in a very casual way though I know all good things must come to an end. Now is not the time for parting.

Sitting helplessly beside the bed where she lays confined, it is really a nerve breaking.