I have more time for the cause of my country than for myself and I will make the best use of my only life to carry out the legacies of my forefathers and to fight for the rightful cause of my country is the dream to dream in every sleepless night of mine.
I was born and brought up in a beautiful region of Kham province in Tibet where the means of subsistence is strongly supported by farming and domesticating animals. When my parents were busy in bringing out a better production with works of winnowing, tilling and threshing. I was grown up under the great care of my great grandmother who was no longer there at my sight since then. As a naughty and snotty six-year-old boy I knew not more than me and my toys, the pebbles which I play with, Yaks and goats which I graze on the ground of great width. When I was grown up with enough strength to support my family, they taught me the tactics of tilling and shown me the greener side of grassland where I have to graze either goat or yaks with yelling and yowling. Thereby the idea beyond the boundaries of my village is out of my imagination and I knew not more than my domesticated animals. It was a time when the tales of tragedies were buried behind their fake smiles and sweets word, which were never narrated to their innocent kids. It was all about a Great Depression where the siblings suffered under the socialist suppression, my Father had endless tales to tell of how his father was tortured in the cell. My mother also had memories of how her mother was angered by enemies who drags dogs and domestics till to death and beat her till to her last breath. It was a time of black and blind where the violence in silence was taking place after every blows and boom. It was a time of black and blind where the red stars striking on the snowy mountains and the smells of blood stained streets hit hard on the nooks and noses. But I was born at a time when the dust was gone and debris was deserted to no man’s touch.
One day I was asked by my parents whether I wanted to go to India or not. Till then I have no idea where exactly it was located and the rough idea in me says that it was a place where my holy Guru is educating the children of my kind. Then I accepted their proposal with such excitement that what could be there beyond the boundary of my village. Then I was accompanied by one of my cousin brother who was ten years old with the same age of mine. And we were told by our parents that a man who is totally a new man in our new world would take care of us throughout the journey. Then we started our journey and it took almost thirty days to get to India. We beard each and every hardship that we had faced on our way and finally able to get to India. We slept under the sun when we think of the galvanized gun of Chinese. We step out like an owl at night when the enemies are not in our sight. When we think of far behind bars we crept and crawled like victims of war. We escaped through the crest of hills and through the winter wind chills. We crossed the rivers in its coldest stage and manage to cross the border by leaving behind the boundaries of the Great Wall. Our foods were finished in the last minute of our arrival at border areas and had to bang the doors and begged a bread to save our last breath. We exchanged our clothing for food and managed to reach in Nepal after crossing countless mountains and rivers.
Finally, we were received by the Tibetan Reception Centre in Nepal and send us to India from where We got the blessings of our great guru His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama and got education under the guidance of TCV (Tibetan children’s village) and it has enlightened me from an uneducated nomad boy and truly transformed me into another human being. Since then I lived an exilic life and the saddest thing of being a refugee is that “there is nothing around you that you own and even the heart deep down under your chest choose to run away every now and then towards homeland”. We live a life of our own with such haste that we are always ready with our bags packed and ready to move from one place to another and that’s the challenge when you don’t have a place to call as a home in exile life. I lived so long single and solitary in an unknown place with unfamiliar faces, but I hardly remember a time where I was fallen in the illness of homesickness. It was not because that I have a heart as hard as stones but because of blessing in disguise which brought meaning in me. I realized the responsibility of being a voice for voiceless, voiceless Tibetans buried behind the boundaries of high standing Himalayas. Because of which I feel that I have more time for the cause of my country than for myself. I believe that each Tibetans like me is capable enough to contribute something to somewhere in this most difficult time of struggle for our common cause. And I know that its high time for us to put our potentials into performance and visions into action so as to see our snowy mountains before they melt out of mining and marketing.
I am too busy living with my dreams that one day we will see ourselves back to the land we dreamt for so long and I am hopeful enough to meet my parents whom I didn’t meet for fourteen years. I am hopeful enough to resolve our cause sooner than later and reunite with my countrymen and my families before they pass away one after another.