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Thursday, April 3, 2008
in search for inner peace
i had been to dharamshala 4 yrs back in 2004. i had received a scholarship to stay in the dolmaling nunner for a month and learn thangka painting and buddhist philosophy. Also a chance to meet HH The Dalai Lama.
little did i know while takin the trip that this wud change my life.i had an awesum time then and i had made friends for life. i met the cutest nuns ever and learnt that all they can give u is LOVE...pure unselfish love.love that doent ask ofr anything.a place so pure that u feel like u r in a different planet , where everyone talks to u for no reason. a place where u can can go and just sit, relax, look at the mountain, hear the water flow. a place where no one is judging u for ur actions.u can be as free as a bird and feel that u r on cloud no.9
times have changed and even my life bein in Mumbai.but one thing that had not changed os my love for that place.dolmaling nunnery is a place where i wud like to take my close friends, to show them the other side of life.
So, me and my roomie,ravneet took off for our fisrt backpack trip to dharamshala.
we went to golden temple amritsar and then thru a long 8 hour bus drive reached Dharamshala.
we didnt invite a lot of ppl on this trip coz it was single women;s trip where in we decided to explore the beauty of nature.
As we reached to dolma ling, the nuns were already waiting for me.our guest house was a cute little cozy room with two beds, a sofa set and a small kitchen.the room was painted in red.
i knew the tibetans were fightin for a free country in Mcleodganj.so we went to see the protest.it was a sad scene.
we being born during thr post independence era dun have any clue wot it takes to get independence thru non violence.HH The Dalai Lama along with his followers is asking for a free Tibet.i hope he succeeds in his venture. i have met a lotta nuns from Tibet who ran from their country to India for the fear of death.
the road to Mcleodganj from dharamshala is a drive that takes ur breath away.the twist and turns , the tall mountains, the city down below, the tall trees on the road side.u cant shut ur camera because every time the bus turns u ll feel that the image is worth capturing.and u wudnt wanna miss on opportunities like this.coz the only tangible u ll take back home are the photos.
mcleodganj is full of tibetan shops and small little cafes and restaurents.
Sadly for us all the tibetan shops were closed because of the protest.
we sat in a small cafe and saw the tibetans with flags of India,US and Tibet shouting for a free country.Foreigners, press people, Indians all trying to capture the image and we sitting there ,sipping hot chai were wondering wot does it feel like to live in someone's country for nearly 60 yrs now.
everyday we used to got Mcleaodganj in teh mornin and return bk to Dolama ling nunnery to meet the nuns after their classes.reaching dolmaling nunnery was a task in itself.we had to walk uphill two kms to reach the nunnery .and i think that was the best part about the place.the fact that its untouched and difficult to access.
the nuns would never visit our room empty handed. they ll always have chips, cold drinks in their hand.Athithi devo bhava is wot they practise.i used to discuss life in Mumbai and the fact that i have seen so many actors and actresses here. the best part of the trip was my phone was not accessible.Althou i missed my frnds back here,but i loved the fact that my phone was of no use except for the camera nad radio feature.
4 yrs back when we were about to leave that place i tried to hold back my tears but i failed miserably and althou we were 8 different people but sumthing in the nunnery had touched our lives deep and we knew we wud never get to feel it again.thanks to me all 8 of us had wet eyes.we were8 gals and 4 guys , who had cum from different parts of the country thru the same scholarship.
for me the world has changed, i have a new set of friends, Mumbai has taught me the different realities of life.but one thing that has nt changed is the Nunnery and the fond memories that keep cumin back to me. i have never met anyone like the nuns here, who keep in touch thru phone calls, emails and letters.
i guess if idint had responsibilities back home i wud given my life to these nuns.
little did i know while takin the trip that this wud change my life.i had an awesum time then and i had made friends for life. i met the cutest nuns ever and learnt that all they can give u is LOVE...pure unselfish love.love that doent ask ofr anything.a place so pure that u feel like u r in a different planet , where everyone talks to u for no reason. a place where u can can go and just sit, relax, look at the mountain, hear the water flow. a place where no one is judging u for ur actions.u can be as free as a bird and feel that u r on cloud no.9
times have changed and even my life bein in Mumbai.but one thing that had not changed os my love for that place.dolmaling nunnery is a place where i wud like to take my close friends, to show them the other side of life.
So, me and my roomie,ravneet took off for our fisrt backpack trip to dharamshala.
we went to golden temple amritsar and then thru a long 8 hour bus drive reached Dharamshala.
we didnt invite a lot of ppl on this trip coz it was single women;s trip where in we decided to explore the beauty of nature.
As we reached to dolma ling, the nuns were already waiting for me.our guest house was a cute little cozy room with two beds, a sofa set and a small kitchen.the room was painted in red.
i knew the tibetans were fightin for a free country in Mcleodganj.so we went to see the protest.it was a sad scene.
we being born during thr post independence era dun have any clue wot it takes to get independence thru non violence.HH The Dalai Lama along with his followers is asking for a free Tibet.i hope he succeeds in his venture. i have met a lotta nuns from Tibet who ran from their country to India for the fear of death.
the road to Mcleodganj from dharamshala is a drive that takes ur breath away.the twist and turns , the tall mountains, the city down below, the tall trees on the road side.u cant shut ur camera because every time the bus turns u ll feel that the image is worth capturing.and u wudnt wanna miss on opportunities like this.coz the only tangible u ll take back home are the photos.
mcleodganj is full of tibetan shops and small little cafes and restaurents.
Sadly for us all the tibetan shops were closed because of the protest.
we sat in a small cafe and saw the tibetans with flags of India,US and Tibet shouting for a free country.Foreigners, press people, Indians all trying to capture the image and we sitting there ,sipping hot chai were wondering wot does it feel like to live in someone's country for nearly 60 yrs now.
everyday we used to got Mcleaodganj in teh mornin and return bk to Dolama ling nunnery to meet the nuns after their classes.reaching dolmaling nunnery was a task in itself.we had to walk uphill two kms to reach the nunnery .and i think that was the best part about the place.the fact that its untouched and difficult to access.
the nuns would never visit our room empty handed. they ll always have chips, cold drinks in their hand.Athithi devo bhava is wot they practise.i used to discuss life in Mumbai and the fact that i have seen so many actors and actresses here. the best part of the trip was my phone was not accessible.Althou i missed my frnds back here,but i loved the fact that my phone was of no use except for the camera nad radio feature.
4 yrs back when we were about to leave that place i tried to hold back my tears but i failed miserably and althou we were 8 different people but sumthing in the nunnery had touched our lives deep and we knew we wud never get to feel it again.thanks to me all 8 of us had wet eyes.we were8 gals and 4 guys , who had cum from different parts of the country thru the same scholarship.
for me the world has changed, i have a new set of friends, Mumbai has taught me the different realities of life.but one thing that has nt changed is the Nunnery and the fond memories that keep cumin back to me. i have never met anyone like the nuns here, who keep in touch thru phone calls, emails and letters.
i guess if idint had responsibilities back home i wud given my life to these nuns.
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