Monthly Archives: December 2012

Tashi delek (hello), Dalai Lama!

I heard that the Dalai Lama would give a public talk to a group of Mongolian Buddhists (with English translations) in his home town of McLeod Ganj.  Kanda, the village I stayed in, is only one state south of here. And I didn’t want to miss the rare opportunity to see the Nobel peace prize winner known for his legendary clear sightedness and compassion.

McLeod Ganj is nicknamed ‘Little Lhasa’ because this is the headquarters of the Central Tibetan Administration in exile.  It had been the residence of the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatsho, since he fled Tibet in 1959 to avoid persecution by the Chinese communist government.  Today, it is a political asylum for many Tibetan refugees and also a place to preserve Tibetan language and culture.

A photo Tenzin Wangdak shared with me

A photo Tenzin Wangdak shared with me

Since the Dalai Lama arrived here, McLeod Ganj has undoubtedly become a rite of passage for backpackers in India.  There are the new age Western spiritual seekers. And then the nature lovers who enjoy trekking the high Himalayas.  And finally, the adventure seekers who risk their lives riding Enfield motorcycles further up north to the stunning and desolate mountain regions of Spiti and Ladakh.  And of course, the long-haired hippies are a staple feature of touristy India.  For all, it’s a welcome respite from the big cities which can be overwhelming.

The small town is at an elevation of 1800 meters above sea level.  It’s cooler up here and the streets are narrow and hilly.  They are lined with tourist touts, but it’s surprisingly quiet, and has a definite spiritual feel to it.  Maybe it’s all the red-robed monks walking around quietly.

The distance between Kanda and McLeod Ganj is about 500 km.  But for the public transport bound it is a 43-hour uneventful journey.  The journey consists of a half-day car ride, an overnight train ride, followed by an another overnight bus ride.  The rides themselves are comfortable if it weren’t for the awkwardly timed long layovers.  Especially, those moments when you are forced to figure out the logistics of peeing at an Indian train station with a ten-pound backpack strapped to your back at 3 am   It really got me questioning the value of my own life.

Relieved, in more ways than one, I finally arrived in McLeod Ganj at 5 in the morning.  When the sun rose, I was immediately greeted with delicious parathas (Indian flat-bread) and spectacular views of the Dhaluadhars mountain range from my window!  The value of my life has become more apparent.

View from my hotel in McLeod Ganj

View from my hotel in McLeod Ganj

But it quickly dawned on me that I had a big problem.  I hadn’t done my research to know that the town practically shutdowns in the winter. The Buddhist philosophy classes, guided-meditation retreats, and yoga centers shift to the warmer south of the 60’s hippie haven of Goa and Kerala.  Even the hard-core long-haired hippies have gone south.  What was I doing here?

When Paulo Coelho wrote, “when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it,” I’m pretty sure he was thinking of me.  Travellers like me who lack the practicality to plan a trip.  But somehow things always work out in the end.

One evening, I was lucky enough to meet Adam, a sweet and exceptionally open-minded American who is studying Buddhist philosophy on peace building and conflict resolution.  An important tenet of Buddhism, like other Indian religions such as Hinduism and Jainism, is its practice of Ahimsa – compassion and non-violence towards all living things.  Born in Israel, Adam’s year-long scholarship to various Buddhist countries to understand this subject is more personal than just academic.

Adam would later introduce me to an ordained Buddhist monk, Tenzin Wandak, with whom I enjoyed meeting with almost daily for lunch or tea.  He patiently answered our questions and shed insight into Tibetan Buddhist philosophy.  Tenzin escaped from Tibet to India to become an ordained monk at the age of 15.  The ordination procedure for Buddhist monks, know, as the ‘Going forth’, includes the daily practice of vows they have committed to take for the rest of their lives.  Vows include, abstaining from lying, harming or taking another life, stealing etc.

He also ended up accompanying us on a day-trek to mount Triund where I learnt the art of Buddhist rational debating!  The Buddha encouraged everyone to be critical and question their own religion, and only accept a teaching when it makes sense to them.  And this is how monks sharpen their critical skills and tested their ability to explain and debate various teachings.  At the end of a debate you yell, “Tsa! Tsa!” to show that you have won.  It’s so much fun!

I couldn’t have planned a better way to learn about Buddhism 🙂

Hiking mount Triund with Tenzin Wandak, Adam and Carol.

Hiking mount Triund with Tenzin Wandak, Adam and Carol. Adam and Tenzin had a Buddhist style intense debate on smoke, fire and dependent arising.

For more photos from McLeod see: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10152324881175193.937597.726530192&type=1&l=2b349f7e17

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Until we meet again, Kanda! (by vid)

(I wrote this a while back but just getting around to posting it now.)

It’s time for me to say goodbye to my host-family and friends in Kanda.  I didn’t expect to get so emotional but I did as I hugged Hema (my host-mom).  In her quiet way, he took care of me and made me feel so loved here. I’ve gained a new perspective and made some good friends along the way. Even though some of the people here live without the basic human necessities of life, they’ve freely shared with me their precious resources like food and warm clothing and refused to take any money that I offered in return.  They are a testament to the fact that it’s not the external things that makes one a good human being.  This village also debunks the myth that poverty breeds crime.  It’s so safe here that I’ve seen young school kids fearlessly hitchhike home on the back of cargo trucks, and there are no locks on any of the doors in their homes!

Enjoying chappatis and dal with the family kids (Anounshka 5, Shivam 8, Gautam 10)

Enjoying chapatis and dal with the family kids (Anounshka 5, Shivam 8, Gautam 10)

Without the home-stay and full cultural immersion I don’t this trip wouldn’t have been half as much fun.  I’ve thoroughly enjoyed eating delicious homemade chapatis and dal harvested from the fields.  My guilty pleasure was walking the dogs daily with the kids as I soaked in the beautiful sunsets over the hills.  And of course, having girly-girl-talks with Gunja and playing dress-up in saris was just the icing on the cake.  I’ve even gotten over my fear and had fun watching my little friends, Miss. Henrietta (spider) and Mr. Bond (scorpion), search for food crumbles in my room.  Unfortunately, their short lives came to a tragic end one evening when one of the kids thought it would be fun to squash them with his flip flops.  RIP Miss. Henrietta & Mr. Bond.

However, there is one thing I could not get used to – the dreadfully cold bucket showers!  I don’t know how anyone can get used to this in ten-degree weather.  My body rejected my every mind-over-body attempt in trying to fool myself into thinking I’m no pansy.  The shower always feels refreshing after, but the anticipation and the actual shower is the WORST.  They say people are the same everywhere. They’re not.  What are these people are made of?

A neighboring house

On my first week here I assigned myself a list of tasks to complete. I thought would aid me later in measuring my success. I’m such an obedient Western educated girl, aren’t I?  I’m happy to say that I leave feeling good about being able to give back.  I made good progress on documenting current project progress and figuring out what’s needed for new projects.  I’m in the process of setting up a PayPal account. Due to an (un)expected extra layer of Indian bureaucracy, it took three weeks to get the information I needed to start the process.  Finally, I was to convert some slideshows into a video to show potential volunteers the living conditions and what to expect (this ain’t no Ritz). But the slow internet access hasn’t let me too far in downloading a Flash application that I need to make the movie.  I’ll have to wrap that up when I’m back in HK with faster internet access.

The biggest success though wasn’t even on my original list.  Somehow my pleasure of taking photos and ramblings of my experience turned into a monetary help from friends back home!  How sweet is that?  🙂

Hema Verma (my host-family mom) - that's one hardworking woman!

Hema Verma (my host-family mom) – that’s one hardworking woman!

On my last day, Hema, my host-family mother packed a bag of goodies for me to take home.  It included a big bag of food for the road, a jar of homemade ghee (clarified butter), and a bag of loose leaf tea.  I forgot to tell her that I wasn’t returning home at that point.  But how could I refuse such delicious homemade food?  So with free food in my bag, I set off on a rightful pilgrimage to the Buddhist town of McLeod Ganj to see the Dalai Lama!

Kanda sunset

Setting off on my pilgrimage!

Me with my host-family in Kanda

Me with my host-family and two friends from the city of Dehra Dun. Left to right: Hema (mom), a family friend’s daughter, host-grandma, Jeetandra (eldest son), me, Gunja (youngest daughter), friend’s son, Saju (middle child).  Missing: Jeevan, Chandra and the kids.

Forest in Kanda

What natural beauty!