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Tingmo Zema: March 2013
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Saturday, March 30, 2013. My father found me. Orphaned in the wells. He gave me a hand,. Now you see the walk of a woman. Who is trotting towards the ocean. And will extend her hand. Now…… this is a good story. Between me and the truth. That rides on a fantasy. We may squeeze a shy giggle here. Or a slight wish. That a good story. Is sometimes fantasy becoming real. I love you daddy. You are my fairy tale. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Font Definitions */@font-face {font-family. Shadow Tibet : Jamyang Norbu.
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Tingmo Zema: February 2009
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Monday, February 9, 2009. Where are u my left shoe? I searched for u everywhere. Under my bed, behind the shelf. Are u hiding on the fan? Or are u sleeping with the rats? Where are u my left shoe? I searched for u everywhere else. U ran away leaving behind the foot. Without u oh my left shoe. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Where are u my left shoe? I searched for u everywh. Shadow Tibet : Jamyang Norbu. UNTANGLING A MESS OF PETRIFIED NOODLES. Minnesota Debate: The Victors! Mountain Phoenix over Tibet. This ...
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Tingmo Zema: December 2012
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Thursday, December 6, 2012. I am a lake. Where tress have fallen into, with. Sunken ships, weathered stones. I am not a river. Still, inundated and pregnant. Of the stems decaying, the woods chipping. Where is my leaf boat? Can it swim here? I need a breath of wind. To shape some motion. And in my melancholic stirring, I dream,. There is possibly a shepherd. And drifting further away from me. Can you tell him a story,. About a story of a lake,. Laying behind the black mountains. He turned away from?
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Tingmo Zema: January 2013
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Monday, January 28, 2013. Written this more than a year ago when self-immolations started to gain its momentum. Because i am sad and angry. A year ago, I had asked a Tibetan from Tibet how he would describe the situation inside Tibet as. He said "Tibet is like a butter lamp and the oil is running out.”. That line stayed with me and I would wonder what would happen if the lamp dies and how it will die and what would be the last stages of its flickering would be like. This is a cruel joke. I could go on...
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Tingmo Zema: October 2009
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Thursday, October 1, 2009. Found this little note i had written a year ago or so. happy tat i did! Its pleasant to be reminded of that moment. almost like reliving it. :). At the most odd places, on stools, Zing and I eating our ice creams at a supermarket, I have the most beautiful and inspiring moments. We leave and I say ‘good night and see you soon’ to the security guard. That 20 minute was a good moment. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Found this little note i had written a year ago or. Minnesota North ...
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Tingmo Zema: December 2008
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Friday, December 19, 2008. My parents are happy with my friendships with Indians. Mum cooked for them in the heat of Chennai kitchen also. My friends think I am a different Tibetan, tilting more towards the Indian traits but still remaining loyal to my Tibetaness. I remain wilfully misconstrued at the expense of all these judgements. They say action speaks louder than words. My actions remain incomprehensible. I can accommodate all of them. I am Indian, I wish I don’t have to leave India even if we...
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Tingmo Zema
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013. 8220;Sungta Lemo so, oh.…. Lhasa norbuling la, norbu mindu mala sung. So, ya la. Jhosha yeshe norbu …. Norbu mayna ghangla rey…. Sungta lemo so”. I went to an infamous bar in my town, again, with my girlfriends. I wanted to dance with those men, sing with passion, get a brush of the infectious Tibetan spirit, imagine myself that I am at a bar in Lhasa and most of all I wanted myself in Tibet. I love dancing like many other Tibetans. Anyway I was in a mood to dance. Oh the sprin...
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Tingmo Zema: written this more than a year ago when self-immolations started to gain its momentum.
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Monday, January 28, 2013. Written this more than a year ago when self-immolations started to gain its momentum. Because i am sad and angry. A year ago, I had asked a Tibetan from Tibet how he would describe the situation inside Tibet as. He said "Tibet is like a butter lamp and the oil is running out.”. That line stayed with me and I would wonder what would happen if the lamp dies and how it will die and what would be the last stages of its flickering would be like. This is a cruel joke. I could go on...
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Tingmo Zema
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Thursday, December 6, 2012. I am a lake. Where tress have fallen into, with. Sunken ships, weathered stones. I am not a river. Still, inundated and pregnant. Of the stems decaying, the woods chipping. Where is my leaf boat? Can it swim here? I need a breath of wind. To shape some motion. And in my melancholic stirring, I dream,. There is possibly a shepherd. And drifting further away from me. Can you tell him a story,. About a story of a lake,. Laying behind the black mountains. He turned away from?