Towards the Namdroling paradise. Part 3.

Into the heavenly realms of gaylug, kagyud and nyingma studies, inserting purity of sacredness in the form of blessing, we had ourself inside every monastery towards every reach from our stay.
Magnificently standing there for more than 30 years, the temples are the echo of thousand tibetans crying for their homeland, monks for their religious freedom and childrens for their himalayan toys. The traditions and cultures well preserved and the temples destroyed in Tibet are rebuilt in every part of their refugee settlements. It is so painful to learn that the rinpoches and great lamas of Tibet are all struggling to keep their Tibet alive for the future generations, moving around the world spreading the message of non- violence.

With our gelong guide, we visited each and every lhakhang whose doors remain usually closed but was open in all when we reached.

After feeling spiritually satisfied, we reached back to our dormetory and there was our proprieter, our boju, 76 year old angaay. She invited us for a tea and we had a long conversation about her family and her life. Winkles marked around her face but smile shinning ever green, softly would her voice flow with an accent of a pure tibetan. She showed her care towards us like her own grandchildren and we could feel presence of grandmotherly love. She lives there all by herself, a house built by her son who is a khenpo. She says, " with my Sons prayers, I can still run, move and jump like a child" when we said, she looks so strong even at that age.

 With our Boju!!

The next morning, when we were to leave, she again invited us for tea and it was very touching she had woken up early, keeping a small glass of milk to prepare us a tea. She gave us a wonderful hug and a kiss when we came out of house. A bell of emotional thud surrounded our heart. It was as though we were going back to college after being on a vacation with our famiily.

With a final goodbye, we made our journey back to our college after feeling fulfilled and packed with blessings.

Towards the Namdroling Paradise..part 1..

The journey on the plain pavements of India usually carries me swiftly without disturbances through my throat but this time i felt my head spinning as soon the pungent smell of bus poked into my nose as my journey towards the paradise i longed to go for till now kick started.

Its was 9.30 p.m. Lights off but the rays from television screen hanged on the metal wall near the first front seats hit brightly over us.

There we were in the middle of Bangalore city with our heads too heavy as if a pumpkin had been placed above and as if the pool of liquid were all dancing inside. In such condition we stepped into the second bus and sleep of tiring journey knocked us out for almost 5 hours with sun radiating directly upon us from the window. With dust swirled yellow around our hair and robe, we reached the heart of Mysore town. It was similar to any other indian town, busy with traffic, shops everywhere and film poster pasted on every wall.
Through the same bus station, we headed onto another 2 hours journey towards khushalnagar from where the GOLDEN TEMPLE of Namdrolling paradise was only 30 minutes.

As we neared towards our destination, the air itself seemed to be welcoming us with fragrance of multi-coloured flags and   lungdar raised onto trees and houses.

The vegetation greened with tall evergreen trees, beautiful flowers, and grasses grown well carpeted over the earth even at this season of the year. The place felt truely blessed. Well, a familiar looks with red robe and shaved head riding a bike ran in a sudden gush towards the way opposite to ours and finally, we had ourself on the pathway leading the heaven of Mysore Buddhist monastery

We called  our host, a bhutanese monk who was a relative of our friend. He greeted us with a charming smile on his face and  three of us went in search of a room. All the monastic guest houses were packed, even the rest of the hotels outside were full. Tired and weary,  we went into further search and finally an old women proprietor of two storied house  at her seventies rented two of us her room underground which was quite big at 200 per night.  We took a shower and finally took a relaxing nap till we dozed off completely.

To be cont.....

Rising of the new dawn

The alarm of the new morning rang, slowly, the darkness volatilized and clouds gathered to welcome the first sun of the  fresh month. Dim blue and gradually turning light and then bright, the cool breeze swirled all round the air decorating the day with kisses and hugs.

The buffaloes far away, sensed the air, recognized the breeze. Standing on their four legged upright position, they marched individually in search of green.

Completely drenched into the Disney land of dreams meeting people unknown and doing impossible, the social animals lie dead on the bed with air going in and out of the nose. The coolness and freshness does not seep in through the barrier of so called houses, buildings when the early morning sun ticks in. Heat of the fire afternoon, awaits for the moment to pull them tiger up.

Well, the time has come. A small ray of light pushes hard through the tiny hole between the cottony clouds. The clouds get the signal. As i wait and observe through the window of my hostel, the clouds shuffles away gradually, giving way to the first rays of the day light. Bright shining light glows in between and touches the land all over. Factory of green plants rooted down upright into the earth opens to get prepared for the photosynthesis, now that their source of meal has arrived. The ray of hope, source of living and promise of new beginning, the Rising of New Dawn.

A clear sky, bright blue, color of fresh, early bud, new beginning and new HOPE!!

Finally......

I was on my way to  shop to buy hair oil when the cool
 breeze from somewhere far away, in a gust, kissed my
 face and hugged me as if it knew i had longed for it. I felt finally it did come.
It was for the first time i experienced such breeze since i
 came here in college and it flew all across the area. I
saw the trees and plants dancing in delight along with it.
Weather was also good, black smoky cloud which has
 covered the ultra violet rays of sun in its feather making
 the so heated land cooler and better. I stayed standing
there for a moment enjoying the new air when suddenly
 a big plastic covered with sand hit my face. I opened my eyes but the eyes won't open because the sand has entered my eyes and slowly my eyes became watery. I rubbed to remove it but it rather created more rashes. Finally i got rid of it. I looked around and saw plastics and papers flying all over, few dancing up in the sky, making the space look ugly, all the rubbish that the consumers have dumped till now was sowing its seed. The freshness of air did not seem fresh anymore. The trees and plants did not seem delighted anymore when the paper hanged on their branches. My 'U' shaped smile turned downward.

I sheltered under the roof of the shop when i just got stuck with the memory of my school days when we were asked by our teachers to pick the papers during supw. That time, in teacher's presence we would be very sincere but as soon as teachers turned its back, we would throw back what we have picked. We weren't aware with what will happen in future. Various cleanings campaigns would be held to keep the city clean and green in schools, colleges and offices. Guess, the organisers knew what the consequences will be if they didn't come up with such initiatives.I feel very thankful to those wise thinkers as of now.

I came back to where i was and i just realized the hardwork that our government was putting upon to maintain the cleanliness  of the country and became happy that i was one of the people under which such government ruled.