The journey between living and dying.

The journey between living and dying .

Forward
There is a great deal of different journeys from time to time with man to man and each journey has its anecdote . All the journeys may not be bitter and all the journeys may not be sweat too .Here I am talking about a journey that I have taken .Which is known as the journey from China to Nepal -The most greatest danger for the most of Tibetans as it is matter of the politic and so many Tibetans have been escaping across the Himalaya snow Mountain in the way HH Dalai Lama is forced to come the exile in 1959. Year by year Tibetans in the Tibet come to outside for the sake of the freedom .They sacrifice their lives under the pointing guns of Chinese armies . Each and every Tibetan ,who has an eventful story in this process and it will not be concluded unless the communist party comes to the nail .I am the one of them who has also indelible anecdote that may not be constantly forgotten , even I would become age such like hair would be grey in colour and face would be full of wrinkles . As a result ,I eagerly willing to express the experience of my journey as this can be resemble of story that every tibetan does experience in the same way . Despite how much my experience is worth of reading to others , I would prefer to indicate this rather than keeping silence . It may not be interesting to everyone but it is based on the fact and the gist of the story that changed my life . By other hand ,it is nothing and what I experienced is the smallest aspect of adventure compares with other Tibetans who come to India across the Himalaya snow mountain for two months in that way: some are frozen , some are starved and some are missed . However I reluctantly keep quiet with this gloom as many more of Tibetans experience in the same way with same destiny . This story never end as long as the Tibet will be free from the occupation.

The decision

It was about end of the fall ,and the weather was changing in a beautiful way . All the mountains were golden in colour ,all the rivers were crystal in phenomenon and all the men and women were busy with preparing to go the Kalachukra which would be given by lama zebshec Rinpoche* .
Of course we ought to be there because our town was the host of this time . But, my mind was wrecked by burning desire –that I would like to go to India as soon as possible because I bore it in my heart for a long time as the one of my friend made me known about India . To promise is easy but hard nut to crack of carrying on . The one of my elder brother who escaped in India by himself but I didn’t know what his aim and why he left his home . I used to ask about those things but they were so cautious and seemed to avoid me something. Nevertheless I tried to realize what is secret behind its back.
The little things I heard from my grandmother is very mysterious –she used to tell me over and over same dialogue something like recni sarjee (the cultural revolution in English) and kongchan dang (communist party ) when she was telling us the bygone things. But I didn’t have any ideas what they were keeping behind .
Once time I had found a white photo of a lama with a letter “Dalai lama.” They didn’t make me known what was him even if I asked enthusiastically .I knew one thing that there was a contradiction between their talk. I was grown up with unanswered doubts and I was divided into the anxiety and dilemma , even didn’t have sleep at the night . I made my mind to escape even though I don’t know what to do and how to do .

The first sight of Lhasa.

Even if I was not aware of Chinese policy , The fear I had have no more at the chinese army . With this courage, I went to the Lhasa alone –known as Capital city of Tibet where many Tibetans couldn’t reach in the whole life but merely wishes. I did , but unfortunately it was totally opposite what I imagined the Lhasa earlier ,
No chupa (Tibetan traditional dress) was worn , no Tibetan was spoken and no one was found like a Tibetan in the crowded street in the capital city of Lhasa. The little I know the Chinese language was helpful . I have no friends and relatives , even I didn’t have acquaintance anymore . After some days ,it was started to finish my money and phoned at my home for the sake of some cashes.
They were overwhelmed with joy, ‘ we will take the passport to send to India if you really long for ’.
I said ‘whether or not I could escape to the India, I never return back as long as I attempted ’
Eventually they decided to send me the money besides made known to me a family in order to stay until I would leave Lhasa. After then , its circumstance was familiar to me as where I found more Tibetans . I stayed in that family -they were good enough to me and more than one month had passed like a wink.
The scene of Lhasa impressed a great memory in the profound my heart .

The Departure of Lhasa
It was the night in winter time , Cho tako ,the father of the family, who put a white scarf around my neck with some words for the instruction because it was the day that I have to depart them. ‘ do well ! everything is ready. I wish you will be successful. ’ stated by cho tako with a masculine voice . I could see acha dolma through his shoulder she was gazed and blurred with speechless and pale face. It was like a departure sign in the way that I was leaving the Lhasa .We started on our way when the sun was lightly setting behind the western mountains of Potala . That scene I still vividly remember as if it was yesterday . The long distance we travelled ,and I felt that it was getting far away of from the home . By the way , the pass ports must be checked frequently ,through all the time till the border- Dum where I should go . But , As luck would have it , I reached there without any danger at the morning around 7:00am. At the sametime , a woman wore chopa who recieved me and I went along to her room . She communicated with me not to go outside as that place is full of spies , but I already have heard that how much fatal its place is .
There is no discontinuance of beating , imprisons and killings Tibetans who escapes the boundary of the china and Nepal. It is suspected and suspicious to whom those people who are arriving there .

The adventure

At 12:00am in that day, it was the time that we ought to go on the journey and I was introduced two Nepalese who were none other than my guides .
The town is situated on the steep surface of the mountain and we had gone through the under the town where the only a narrow path is visible .
In that way , they were like fishes who are adroit into the water as it was not cup of tea to catch their speed in such a twist and turn of the path . But I never had idea to give up as I had started moving forward to quest my dream.
In the mean time , Even if it is very steep , cliff and muddy , My guide who is versed in that way as I did my best to follow . Especially I still do remember that bridge which was joined two side by nothing else other than single log . I do fear now rather than then because there is no way to be alive if my feet slipped off the wood at once time . Nevertheless I was bold enough ,fool enough and lucky enough in the nick of time as it was what I chose. Eventually we arrived the village where they live . The everything that around me was bizarre. It was totally different in the way of our living style . I felt as if I was in another world . The food I was unfamiliar with ,the people I was stranger of , and the environment didn’t favour with me . They gave me food to eat but I didn’t have it anymore despite how much I was hungry . Not much far from me, A girl spoke to me “did you come from amdo ?” It was interesting sound and I stated with an enthusiasm ‘yes I am ,and you both?’ ‘we came from Autsang’ replied me with unassuming smile . So , we talked as if we were boon companions . In the border region of our same destiny is not less than we were sibling in relationship . In the evening , we went for two hour by walking and then by car . I couldn’t realize where or which direction we were going as well as
The two girls, My companions were weeping while I glanced at them. I didn’t neither weep nor speak to them not to do that as it was too harsh me to interrupt. As for myself , I didn’t want to do like that at all as I sworn to myself in order to give up the regret what obstacles and risks that I have to challenge . Perhaps it was around 9: clock when we reached the Tibetan reception in Nepal where I met some acquaintance of mine and we had had a great deal of funs there .

Awareness
The duration of the Tibetan reception in Nepal was unforgettable. On the wall of every Tibetan shop and restaurant , H.H Dalai lama’s portrait was hung with iota of offering . Its sight was drawn as a picture on the screen of my heart which reflects in my mind every now and then .
My life was thrown by karma in the same way that wind blows leaves on the street and resettled a home away from home .This might be a sort of blessing in disguise that I have a cozy home to live even if I came here with empty hand and brain nil .Particularly I am aware of the reality what things are forbidden in Tibet and why they hide me things behind. In any case , This journey taught me the lesson that no one never ever educated me before as well as taught me what is actual life all about . Things always happen to me is not that I expected and dreamed ,but unexpected things that never imagined before .My journey could be a matchstick which sparked at the firewood of my karma at which I could find who I am .

་ CONCLUSION

As a matter of fact , The journey had led me in a path to pursuit what I long for and what I look for .The journey made me hero from zero and whenever it would be twinkling like a star in the space of my heart.

Whether or not it can be true that the journey can change the life , but I do believe .
The life is full of ups and downs which includes either laugh and cry that should be experienced .
In any case , My journey is not only one’s journey at all because every Tibetan who came from Tibet ,has same
story . It would be remained until Tibetan possesses its
emancipation ,its place and its territory

Submitted by Anonymous


Believe In Yourself
Pass It On®
Pass It On®

  email

Your Comments

Here are some other inspiring stories you might like.
FAMILY
PAT C Next to his faith in God, the most important thing in my Dad’s life was his family; my Mom who was the love of his life, his kids, grandkids, great grandkids, brothers, and sisters. One of the ways he made life better for all of us and left his fingerprint on our lives was through the use of what I like to call...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
KINDNESS
MOTHER TERESA Mother Teresa was born in Albania and left her home country very early in life. She lived in Ireland to learn English, and ultimately went to India where she resided until her death. She was a beacon of hope for many. She did not look to caste, class, religion, skin color, or any other identity to separate...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
CARING
TISH R My former wife is an amazing individual. She works as a behavior analyst, and has been helping injured others achieve a much greater quality of life. In one of my proudest specific memories, she facilitated a transition for a man who was in an ALF, brain-injured, from wearing diapers in a wheelchair to...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
LOVE
AMARA OKEKE My hero is my late mother Since 2000, she fells sick. She was diabetic, all my life I have taken care of her , I abandoned my school, my Visa and career to taken care of her , after 19 years of my sufferings she died last two Saturdays..I was actually 6 years when I started cooking, doing house chores for my...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
WISDOM
JAHSEH O There are many heros I look up to, but Jahseh Onfroy helped me through the darkest times in my life. His music did not only help me but it helped countless people. When he spoke to us, it was always about growing and becoming better than what we are. I have learned many valuable lessons from him, and I constantly...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
COMPASSION
CHARLIE SCHULZ My son, Charlie, was an inspiration to many during his 19 years on this earth. When Charlie was in 5th grade, despite what we learned later was severe social anxiety, their strong sense of what was right led them to circulate petitions among their 5th grade schoolmates and write and present a statement (through...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
KINDNESS
WENDY T Wendy was my wife of 4 years. We dated in high school, over 30 years ago. Eight years ago, we reconnected, and fell in love all over again. I quickly became attuned to why she was so special: Her kindness. I had never met anyone before, who showed as much kindness to everybody, as Wendy had. It wasn't one...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
MAKING A DIFFERENCE
LORI R. In 2012 Lori, along with her then high school age daughter Shira, began to keep their vehicle filled with pet supplies to hand out to the pets living on the streets of Riverside, CA with their homeless companions. They would give out pet food, leashes, collars and water so the pets would be fed well and kept...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
COMPASSION
ALWAYS STRIVE TO SHOW AND GIVE COMPASSION. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN SHOWN NONE. My entire life, I had to work, and work hard to avoid being the brunt of rude and Difficult bullying. Even from home, even from my Own Mother. Even at 63, I'm still spurned by my blood Family. It's Sad to Hurt a Child so badly that they have a hard time forgetting the Same Family, and School bullying. Especially...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
PEACE
DANA W Grieving (Fly High Dana Wilson Jr.) On March 7, 2022 my only little brother passed away at home in his bed. This has been one of the hardest things to deal with. I dont think a day goes by that i dont find myself breaking down crying. I think my eyes are puffy did alot of crying yesterday..omg this is really...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
BRAVERY
HARRIET TUBMAN Harriet Tubman freed 300 slaves she was so brave that is why she is my hero
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
HELPING OTHERS
SAWYER A. After learning about children and families in the poverty-stricken villages of Zambia; a country in south-central Africa, Sawyer Anderson wanted to help bring clean, safe water to the villagers. At age 9, Sawyer wrote and illustrated the book, Water Works, which is published in America, Vietnam (in Vietnamese)...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
BEING THERE
BK SAINI SAINI My husband helped me since he knew me since 1975. He is there for me every single day. He is so kind all the time. He took care of me during any need except not when he is at the job. He comes at home if any emergency arrives. For God’s grace he was never called till today. I still remember when our second baby...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
MENTORING
MISTY WELLS 5 Years ago Misty saw a need in children in Foster Care and she took action. For the past 5 years going strong Misty started a non profit called " A Reel Future" where she takes children in Group Foster Care fishing. She has single handed taken over 3,000 foster children fishing. She is showing them...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
CARING
BETTY DRUCK I want to tell you about my grandmother,she is in her late 50's,she has spent everyday of her life caring for everyone she meets.She has had multiple surgeries and other problems of her own and yet she has given everything for her family,she has spent every christmas with my dad,even when she was in other...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
STRENGTH
ANDRE D On May 2, 2014 Andre' MY HUSBAND at the age of 42 suffered a massive heart attack, he was without oxygen to his brain for several minutes. It caused an Anoxic Brain Injury and other problems such as cortical blindness, seizures and he is bedridden for the rest of his life and resides in a nursing home. The...
SUBMITTED BY ANONYMOUS
Read Story
Where did your values come from?

We've all had people in our lives who have made a positive impact on us. A parent or grandparent, a sibling who was there for us, or maybe even just a guy who shines shoes for a living? Whoever they are, tell us their story so they can inspire us even more.

Tell Us Your Story All Everyday Hero Stories