Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Kathmandu/Nepal


















{All the information here has nothing to do with any political or personal gain. It is just my personal knowledge from the books, and the stories that has been told by my family members, school teachers; lastly little bit of my own faith, and opinion from my journey. Nothing more; nothing less}.

(बौधानाथ स्तूप)
 Post my bombay trip I reached home; the place where I was born (Kathmandu, Nepal) even thought I did not spent much time in this nation yet this place still holds important part of my roots. Now I have zero friends in Kathmandu but as a kid, my first play mates outside our household were our neighbor girls in (jhorpati); "Ganga, Yamuna, and Sarasvati." They were all sisters and we used to have blast, and to think of it now, I remember they were all slim, tall, and gorgeous Brahmin girls (almost like Manisha Koirala). Then, we moved to (Tinjuli)/suburb in kathmandu, only 5 minutes from Boudhanath Stupa and we lost in touch. After that, I got admitted to school in India, grew up there and only visited Kathmandu to meet my grandmother during our winter holidays. Even though I've been visiting there almost all my life for couple months, yet I feel like I lost in touch with the place. I remember whenever we go there on our winter break, I mostly end up staying in door for weeks after weeks, doing nothing besides watching countless 90s films of Govinda and Krishma Kapoor and lough our ass off with my cousins. And in the mornings and evenings we go to kora(circumambulate) around Boudhanath stupa, it's one of the most happening place in those days. Every youngsters from Kathmandu go there to hangout. Other nice place to catch up gossips would be the night clubs in thamel as well even though we hardly go there. I have also learned how to ride bicycle for the first time in Nepal too. :-) The rest of day we spent our time counting airplanes on roof top, post our reading and writing assignments. I remember in between all these activities our school holiday comes to an end so fast and we had to return back to school in northern India. As I grew up, I lost my interest in this place. Perhaps because I spent most of my time in Dehradun and that's where I made most of my best and special friends in life. Post my bombay trip I had to visit Nepal for 2 days to meet my sister from Salt lake city and dearest cousin sisters and uncle/aunties from there. And I wasn't that excited with this trip since my maternal grandmother passed away last year. On top of that, the day goes so slow in Nepal. It's one of those when I'm dying to go back to India and I look for all the possible excuse to come up with. lol There were no lights for almost all day and night. The only time we get light is between our bed time 12 am to early in the morning around 6 am. Seriously it was impossible to survive there. There were strikes every other day and it seem as if Gabbbhar Singh is running the country and the town was so silent as if its holi time in Ramghar village. Everyone is so scared to go out, worried if they get beat up by every other wannabe Sambhas and Kaliyas (nepal police). he he he So me and my sisters end up spending lot of time in doors, (ROFLMAO) on some of the funny stories of socialites in Kathmandu who spent most of their time color painting their kids face at some kitty party, attending same old boring night clubs with fake and superficial friends who's conversation is only limited to the price tag of their head to toe with reputation of zero achievement in life. Honestly, I don't know who's fate are in worst condition; "the villagers from Ramghar or the people in Nepal".  With that thought, it has kicked hard on both me and my sister from Salt Lake city. She sounds extremely depressed to see all this, perhaps because she has always lived there until she came to USA. The most uncomfortable thing was having a maid at home, who does all our shit while shivering their hands, won't even look straight to us, and literally had to smuggle themselves to have nice chat with us outsiders, which left us with feeling uncomfortable and heavy hearted. In US we have learned to be on our own feet, we did everything by ourselves. We achieved our college degree and excelled our skills at well respected medical industries where people count their lives on our profession. Neither did we own any business where we would need to hire people to accomplish sky rocking profit and treat them inhuman in return. Thank god! we simply had a normal life, normal education, normal job with a dignified and healthy life. Post my Nepal trip I had discovered the meaning of "real achievement" that USA had granted us equally.  








Many moons ago this isn't the case of Kathmandu. Nepal roots deeper then it's current situation. It isn't just mine but the birthplace of Lord Buddha/Siddhartha Gautama as well, in small Sakya kingdom in Lumbini town. There, he left everything and attend enlightenment in Bodh Gaya, India. The Boudhanath in Kathmandu is the last station of ancient silk route. From there, the daughter of Lord Indra had earned her deeds in form of simple Nepalese widow and twisted the history of Tibetan civilization. 


(The daughter of Lord Indra inside Boudhanath stupa)
In Tibetan text it has been documented how a beautiful apsara, one of Indra's daughter was once cursed to take birth on earth as a mortal after stolen some flowers from heaven which had fantasied her. So the legend has it that the land for stupa was granted as a boon from the king of Nepal by the devout widow (Jadzimo) the Tibetan name. She was born in to lowly poultry man's daughter and lived with men from four different caste in her struggling lifetime. She gave birth of four son from each husband. Tajebu was born from  horse trader, Phagebu was from pig trader, khijebu from dog treater and Jyajebu from poultry business man. They were all religious aptitude, so she decided to construct a large stupa to promote a buddha dharma and also to wash out some of her deeds. After the death of all her husbands, she raised all her children by serving the king. Towards the end of her lifetime she requested the king for some land to built the stupa; and the king had promised to gift her as much land as the hide of a buffalo. By implying her poultry wisdom, she had it cut in such a way that in one continuous strip it formed the circumference of an enormous plot. The constructions of stupa were started. The materials like soil, bricks and stones were carried on elephants, horses, donkeys etc. The mother (Jadzimo) died after the construction of almost four stories of stupa after four years. And after the three years of ceaseless efforts, the sons constructed The Boudha  stupa. It took almost seven years to complete the construction of the stupa. It is believed that thousands of Buddhas and heavenly Deities in-carvneted as Lama in the Buddha stupa. It is said that because of Rabne, the rays of Bouddhisattva entered in the sung from the heaven and the holy sound was heard in the sky. After the completion of the construction of Buddha stupa, Tajebu prayed very deeply to become the king of northern region to disseminate the religion, so he was the king Trison Detsen of Tibet in his next life. Phajebu wished to be a scholar to disseminate the religion, and he became Bouddhisatva, an enlightened teacher in Tibet in the next birth. Khijebu was incarnated as the enlightened Guru (Rinpochhe) on Ashada Dashain (on the tenth day of lunar calendar of first half of Ashada) in Kashmir at urgenyal at south west point at Dana Kukhya, in the milk pond at the flower of lotus and he suppressed the demons who were protection to the religion, and protected the religion from the demonic attacks. Jajebu prayed to be a minister for the protection of religion in the north and as his prayer he was born at Tibet and became the minister Bhamitisi. All of them prayed for themselves but they did not pray for the animals who transported, bricks, soil, and stone. So the animals lost their temper and the bull prayed to be the demon in the next life to destroy the religion and he became the king of Tibet in the form of Lang dharm in the next life, where Tajebu had disseminated the holiest religion. In the same way, the donkey prayed to become a minister in the next life to destroy the religion and he too became a minister 'Duilon Masyal Thoumbe" in Tibet. A bird crow listened the prayers of these animals who prayed for the destruction of the holiest religion, he (the crow) prayed to the Buddha Stupa to be a minister to protect and conserve the holy religion killing the demonic king in the next life. And he was born as the brother of minister Lalung Palkyi Dorjee in the next life. The cowherds, shepherds, who prayed for the protection of religion and suppressions of demons (Who were tending to eliminate the holy religion), were born as ChhyolenGohi pemachaen in Tibet to conserve the religion. In the same way, chhodpurchan and sarse, these two Brahmins prayed to the stupa to give the birth in the holy country and to write the holy literature and they got the next life as Kavapalcheka and luigalchen and they translated thousands of holy teachings of Lord Buddha and wrote holy Kangyur too. In addition to this two crown princess of Nepal prayed to be the helpers in disseminating the religion and to write the holy books, and they became Denama Chemang and Hegika Demoka in their next lives and they wrote many holy books. Along with this, religious king of Tibet, Dechen Devachan asked the greatest teacher Rinpoche that-"what could be the factor and cultural background of our previous life that made us deeply devoted in religion and active in disseminating religious matters" was answered and elaborately referred by the Guru as 'Jyarung Khasyo its name, which is illustrated in Kambu Chhoi. This Bauddha stupa was built just after the demise of Lord Buddha and is largest stupa in the world. After every 12 years water is filled in the Bumba of chhorten (stupa). Many kgs of gold has been used for plating. My favorite Akula belongs to ancient trader from Nepal and got married to one of my maternal aunt who hale from well known and nobel family from western Tibet. When he tells me the story of Jadzema tears come down his eyes, appreciating the sincerity, wisdom, and devotion of Jadzima to Buddha Dharma. Thank you Akula and Ama La (my mom) for sharing all your wisdom and making me better person by curving my inner intellectual in a dharmic and compassionate way. 






(Lhang Dharma  was watching cham dance (traditional bon dharmic dance) while having a chang/Tibetan wine during a happy hour at garden in Lhasa; the minister of his cousin/ (previous dharma king  Trison Detsen) assassinate him by shooting arrow on middle of his forehead in disguise of chum dancer and ran way and never returned back to lhasa. 




The minister Lhalung Palkyi Dorjee had devoted rest of his life in meditating far away in Himalayas after he had accomplished his dharmic duty!





The Padmasambhava Connection

The Legend of the Great Stupa of Boudhanath is a Padmasambhava treasure text revealed by Lhatsun Ngonmo that was hidden again, to be rediscovered by Ngakchang Sakya Zangpo in the 16th century.  The extracts here are from the introduction and translation by Keith Dowman (Berkeley: Dharma Publishing, 1973.) 
The book contains two termas about Guru Padmasambhava:  The Legend of the Great Stupa and The Life Story of the Lotus Born Guru.  Termas are understood as an infusion of teachings that are essential especially in dissolute times such as these, so that the Buddha-dharma remains fresh, and its relevancy clear.

The Fourth Chapter of 
The Legend of the Great Stupa:
"The Portents of the Ruin of the Great Stupa in the Middle of the Kaliyuga"

"Again King Trison Detsen spoke to the Lotus Born Guru, "Great Guru, in the kaliyuga, the age of decadence and corruption, when the Voice of Buddha is a mere echo, will this Great Stupa, this Wish Fulfilling Gem, be destroyed or damaged? Will it decay? And if it is neglected or damaged what will be the portent of its ruin? What vice will corrupt this area of the transitory world?  When the signs and omens are seen, what must be done?"

Guru Rinpoche replied, "Listen, Great King. The real perfection of this Great Stupa is indestructible, inviolate and incorruptible: it is inseparable from the Body of Infinite Simplicity of all the Buddhas. But the phenomenal fabric of the Great Stupa is perishable, a transitory form in a changing world, and it can be damaged by the four elements. The damage will be repaired by the incarnations of the Lords of the Three Families - Manjusri, Avalokitesvara, and Vajrapani - and the Wrathful Bhrikutis and Tara Devi.

"As the 
kaliyuga progresses towards the final conflagration, life expectancy of man decreases and the weight of darkness becomes more intense, but there remain restraints on the downward path when the Voice of Buddha is heard and the Path of Dharma followed. Towards the end of the era, when man's lifespan has been reduced from sixty to fifty years and there has been no respite in man's increasing egoism, these conditions will prevail, portending ruin to the Great Stupa: householders fill the monasteries and there is fighting before the altar; the temples are used as slaughterhouses; the ascetics of the caves return to the cultivated valleys and the yogins become traders; thieves own the wealth and cattle; monks become householders, while priests and spiritual leaders turn to robbery, brigandage and thievery. Disorder becomes chaos, which generates panic raging like wildfire. Corrupt and selfish men become leaders, while abbots turned army officers lead their monks as soldiers; and nuns put their own bastards to death. Sons see their estates and inheritances stolen from them.  Mean and vulgar demagogues become local bosses. Young girls instruct the young in schools. The belch of the Bon Magician resounds in the yogin's hermitage and the wealth of the sanctuaries is looted; the scriptures of the Tathagatas, the images of the Buddhas, the sacred icons, the scroll paintings and the stupas will be desecrated, stolen and bartered at the market price, their true worth forgotten; the temples become dung-smeared cow sheds and stables.

"When religious duties are forgotten, spirits of darkness previously controlled by ritual power are unloosed, and frenziedly govern the mind of whatever being they possess. Spirits of vindictive power possess monks; spirits of egoistic wickedness possess the mantradhara or magician; spirits of disease possess the Bon Priest; enchanting spirits causing disease possess men; grasping, quarreling spirits possess women; spirits of wantonness possess maidens; spirits of depravity possess nuns; spirits of rebellion and malice possess children; every  man, woman and child in the country becomes possessed by uncontrollable forces of darkness. The signs of these times are new and fantastical modes of dressing - traditional styles forgotten; the monks wear fancy robes and the nuns dress up before a mirror. Every man must carry a sword to protect himself and each man guard his food from poison. Abbots and Masters poison their pupils' minds and hearts; the executive and legislature disagree; men become lewd and licentious; women become unchaste; monks ignore their discipline and moral code; and the mantradharas break their covenant. As the frenzy of malicious, selfish, vindictive and ruthless spirits grows, paranoid rumor increases and ornament and clothing fashions change more frequently.

"Drunkards preach the Path to Liberation; the advice of sycophants is followed; fraudulent teachers give false initiations; guileful impostors claim psychic powers; loquacity and eloquence pass as wisdom. The arrogant elevate profanity; the proletariat rules the kingdom; kings become paupers; the butcher and murderer become leaders of men; unscrupulous self-seekers rise to high position. The Masters of the High Tantras stray like dogs in the streets and their faithless, errant students roam like lions in the jungle. Embodiments of malice and selfishness become revered teachers, while the achievements of tantric adepts are reviled, the guidance of the Secret Guru execrated, the precepts of the Buddha ignored and the advice of yogins and sages unsought. Robes become worn by fools and villains while monks wear foreign dress - even murderers wear the sacred robe. Men resort to maledictory enchantment learning mantra for selfish ends; monks prepare poisonous potions for blackmail, extortion and profit. False doctrines are devised from the Buddhas' Word and the teachers' interpretations become self-vindications. Many treacherous paths, previously uncharted, are followed; many iniquitous practices spread; behavior becomes tolerated which was previously anathema; ideals are established contrary to tradition; and all good customs and habits are rejected and many despicable innovations corrupt. The wealth of the monasteries is plundered and spent upon gluttony by those under vow; following errant paths men become trapped by their own mean actions; the avaricious and spurious protectors of the pure teaching no longer fulfill their functions.

"The celestial order, disrupted, loosens plague, famine and war to terrorize terrestrial life. The planets run wild, and the stars fall out of their constellations; great burning stars appear bringing unprecedented disaster. Rain no longer falls in season, but out of season the valleys are flooded. Famine, frost and hail govern many unproductive years. Rapacious female demons (Mamo) and the twelve guardian protectresses of the Dharma (Tenma), unpropitiated and enraged, release diseases, horrible epidemics and plagues, which spread like wildfire, striking men and cattle. Earthquakes bring sudden floods, while fire, storm and tornadoes destroy temples, stupas and cities in an instant. At this time the Great Stupa itself falls in ruins. During this pall of darkness the Wheel of Dharma at Vajrasana (Bodh Gaya) ceases to turn; the storm of war rages in Nepal for many years; India is stricken with famine; the Kathmandu Valley is inflicted with plague; earthquakes decimate the people of Upper Ngari in Western Tibet; plague destroys the people of Central Tibet; the Kyi Valley District of Lhasa subsides; the peaks of the High Himalayas in the borderland of Mon fall into the valleys. Three strong forts are built on the Five Peaked Mountain; yogins assemble in the Valley of the Bear's Lair on Mon; two suns rise in Kham to the east; the Chinese Emperor dies suddenly; four armies descend on Central Tibet from the borders; the Muslim Turks conquer India; the Garlok army suppresses the Dharma in Kashmir; the Mongols conquer Tibet; the Jang army enters Kham; the Protectors' Temple, Rasa Trulnang (The Jokhang) in Lhasa is threatened; the famous temple of Samye is desecrated; the stupas of Bhutan tilt and the Wheel of Dharma malfunctions.

"The great monasteries of the country become deserted and the belch of the Bon Priest resounds in quiet hermitages; the wise and simple leaders of the monasteries have been poisoned so that the lineal explanations and practices are fragmented or lost; the holders of the lineal traditions meet sudden death.  Impostors and frauds cheat the people and black spectres haunt the land. The knot in the silken thread binding demonic forces in divine bondage is untied and the cord of faith keeping the human mind harmonious is severed. The king's law is broken and the strength of communal unity lost; the people's traditions are rejected and the sea of contentment dries up; personal morality is forgotten and the cloak of modesty thrown away. Virtue is impotent and humiliated and led by coarse, immodest and fearful rulers. Abbots, teachers and professors become army officers, while the ignorant guide religious aspirants, explain the doctrine and give initiation. Aspirants speak with self-defensive abuse, while butchers and wild elephants lead men. The passes, valleys and narrow paths are terrorized by shameless brigands; fearful, lawless and leaderless, the people fight amongst themselves, each man acting out of self-interest. Tibet becomes corrupt and defiled. These are the conditions prevailing during the middle of the kali-yuga when the duration of man's life is fifty years: these are the portents of the destruction of the Great Stupa.

"These signs and sufferings shall awaken the mind of a man sickened by the human condition. Favoured in his actions and governed by sympathy and compassion towards suffering beings, he shall dedicate himself to the restoration of the Great Stupa. He shall aspire to the highest human achievement and fulfil his wish to re-establish perfection."

After Guru Rinpoche had spoken, Trison Detsen and his attendants were stunned and disheartened. Then recovering his senses, Padma Khungtsen, the spiritual leader of Gos, arose and prostrated himself one hundred times before Guru Rinpoche and then addressed him. "Great Guru, let me be reborn to restore the Great Stupa when it is in ruins during the decadence and corruption of the kaliyuga, when man's life is short."

Guru Rinpoche granted this prayer. King Trison Detsen asked to be reborn as an assistant to restore the Great Stupa and his attendants prayed that they too should be born to assist in the restoration." 

SAMAYA GYA GYA GYA -- THE THREEFOLD BOND IS SEALED 
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The Third Chapter of the Self-Liberating Life Story of the Lotus Born Guru of Urgyen Which is a Wish-Fulfilling Tree:  "The Preservation of the Doctrine in India and the Decoration of the Provinces with Dharma."

"I, Padma, accomplished my meditation in the Eight Great Cemeteries and Charnel Grounds of India and other sacred places. After I had controlled the power of evil by detachment, my practice culminated in the revelation of auspicious signs of achievement.

When fear of the Black Tirthikas arose in Vajrasana, India's most holy place, I, Padma, vanquished their contentiousness with my magical power. The five hundred scholars of Vajrasana requested me to become their master and teacher and the Buddhas' Doctrine was preserved there for one hundred years while the great scholar Vimalamitra remained as my representative.

Then, I, Padma, journeyed to Zahor. Misunderstood by the King of Zahor, I was to be burnt alive, but upon unleashing my magical power, I transformed the fire which was to consume me into a lake which was called Rewalsar [tso pad ma]. The country of Zahor became studded with yogins and the Buddhas' Doctrine remained there for two hundred years.

From Zahor, I traveled to the Cave of Maratika in Nepal to practice the Sadhana of Eternal Life. Amitayus [tse dpag med] came to me in a vision and presented me with the one hundred and eight ritual texts which vouchsafe immortality.

I came to the Pure Land of the Akanistha heaven [hod min stug po bkod pa] and to the Pure Lands of the Five Buddha Families. I requested Tantra from the Sugatas and conferred with the Buddhas of Incarnate Compassion who taught me that my own mind was the only Buddha to discover.

In the highest cave of meditation in Yangleysho, I began the process of becoming aware of the Sublime Heruka Reality of Mind [dpal chen yang dag he ru ka] in order to obtain the relative powers of affection and ultimate compassion of the Mahamudra, but the suffering of the people of India and Nepal became such an obstacle to the consummation of my meditation that I begged my Gurus to bestow upon me the means of allaying the peoples' sorrow. The text of the Purba Vitotama, which one man could barely carry, was sent to me. Immediately after it came to Nepal, the obstacles to my Sadhana's progress were removed and I attained the relative and ultimate compassion of the Mahamudra.

When I, Padma, was meditating on the mountain of Yah, conflict with the Tirthikas arose in Vajrasana and the five-hundred scholars were advised by the Dakinis to ask me to return. The Indian King Suryasingha sent some disciples to me with a message and, returning to Vajrasana, I subjected the Tirthikas.

Then, I, Padma, went with the Eight Vidyadharas [slob dpon brgyad] to the cemetery called Cool Garden [bsil bai tsal] and we meditated. At midnight on the seventh day of concentration, a Great Stupa radiating bliss was spontaneously generated. Meditating upon the Stupa, we saw it blaze and sparkle with light. The Dakini Senge Dongma personally bestowed upon me a treasure chest and the initial instructions upon the Unity of the Sugatas [bde gshegs hdus pa]. Each of the Eight Vidyadharas received precepts and empowerment according to requirement. Hence the Buddha dharma was preserved in Vajrasana for ages. "

 (Guru Padmasambava residing on top of Akula's Boudhanath resident. Akula dedicated this statue to Guru Rinpochen/Padmasambava and is ardent devoter of him. He now spends most of his time meditating months after months at his Swambunath home, couple miles from Boudhanath!











These are all pictures from Pashupatinath. On my way to airport, all of sudden there was strike and the taxi driver took a kacha road that takes us to airport from our home and we passed Pashupathinath on our way.
(Nepal Airport) 




Monday, February 27, 2012

Maharashtra/Bombay ~Tribute to the spine of India~


































































{All the information here has nothing to do with any political or personal gain. It is just my personal knowledge from the books, and the stories that has been told by my friends, school teachers; lastly little bit of my own faith, and opinion from my journey. Nothing more; nothing less}.

काळ माशूर शहर बोम्बाय कि कहाणी पारणे कि लिया चालू राहे !!!

आखिर मुजय आपके शहर सी प्यार हो गये!!!!
जय महाराष्ट्र, जय शिवा जी महाराजा, जय शिव सेना, 
जय मराठी माणूस !!!! 
बोम्बाय थे लंड ऑफ गोर्जौस अच्त्रेस सोनं कपूर अंड स्तुन्निंग अंड फामोउस व्रीतर शोभा डे!!

अंड प्रौद्ली रुलेद बी थे मोस्ट एक्ष्त्रओर्दिनर्य बुसिनेस्स त्य्कोंस ऑफ इंडिया अंड वोर्ल्द विं थे वेरी पत्रिओतिक शिव सेना!!! 
(Uddhav & Rashmi Thackeray on cover of Upper Crust and they talked about their favorite food being nothing else but oneNonly Maharashtrian pride<3 I post this picture because they're the pride of Maharashtra and I've never once seen him screaming and angry while giving speeches; and he doesn't scare me as well. On top of that he is very proud and passionate about his position; being the leader of his Marathi people. Lots of well wishes and congratulation to their victory on this year election!!!
(Local Maharashtrian restaurant at central Mumbai; I have yet to get used to all these dokla and bokla. But the paw baji that I had wasn't too bad either.) 




(Locksmith selling locks at Delhi train station, on our way to Mumbai)

बोम्बाय 
On the night of 23rd january, 2012 I left Delhi with my cousin sister Dolma to go to bombay, one of the most famous city in the world. Our prominent destination was Aurangabad but on our way we have decided to stop two nights in (bombay) Mumbai. And it's the only city in India that never sleeps; almost like mini_new york! I have heard a lot about this city but never once had any desire to visit, but the film industry that has occupied this land of glamorous (bollywood) has always succeed in entertaining the 90% of people from India and it has always brought colors to our innocent growing up days. I grew up in complete opposite side of this world where we can have all four seasons in year, that too right next to Himalayas (Uttranchal). It seem as in Mumbai, there's only two things that nature can offer; rain and  sun. Back then people from every corners of India have risked their lives just to come to this city of opportunity. Be it the superstars of todays film industry or the mega business tycoons of India today, or in worst case, even many villagers are sick and tired of dealing with their cows and cattle that many of them had actually ran away from their homes just to be at the place that they had no (idea) about the roots of its culture, custom, language, or tradition. Can anything be worst then this? UNIMAGINABLE!!!!!! For us (Tibetans), there is this famous saying that before we lost our land to hands of Chinese Military coming from Northeastern Tibet. One of this saint from remote village in western Tibet (the home of my ancestors) who had came from his India trip and with him he has brought countless piece of large wooden spoon and he warned them and mentioned "pretty soon they will have to leave everything behind and it is better off if they start learning and getting used to cook food with wooden spoon." Where as back in those ancient and innocent times in Tibet, everybody use their own hands to eat our native food Tsampa (wheat grind flour) and Pak (dough). My grandparents had never once eaten rice, or vegetable in the early stage of their lives. Neither did they ever fried any vegetables or steamed any rice. Back then, in happy times in ancient Tibet, everything comes in organic and everybody eats Tsampa, pak, dairy foods, butter tea, with lots and lots of dry yak-sha. Still their mental awareness had already adopted the change way ahead of time, before even worst of worst had hit them; they were ready to beautifully embraced their new ~home away from home~ 
Bombay has always consider rage city while we were growing up at the hills of northern India. Only because we know nothing of it besides the glamorous filmy world and it's underworld connection that we often get to see in films. Forget about bombay city, I didn't even knew it belongs to the state called Maharashtra until I came to US and met some amazing people from there. The warmness of our Maharashtrian friends had inspired me to visit their state. I'm very disappointed with the fact that bollywood had never made films on Shiva Ji Maharaj, or great tycoons like J.R.D.TATA. Without his existence, today I won't even be able to fly to Mumbai at all. But thank god, at least they made film on Dhirubhai Ambani and now we all know who he is; I guess better late then never. On that note happy birth anniversary to J.R.D.TATA, India is more then lucky to have such a fine industrialist that had shaped and supported the nation at where it is right now. I'm glad faith had took us nowhere else but in one of the world finest, young, and developing nation. And without this famous bombay city, countless people would have not achieved what they had dreamed of in their very own village. So cheers to mumbai city. Even thought I had spent only two nights here yet I loved it, and definitely looking forward to go back and visit other places that I have yet to explore in Mumbai. I really want to ride the local train in Mumbai but we had no time for that. May be next time!!!! 



Talking about faith,,,,,
I was very excited and nervous about this trip since I have no idea, where to go, what to eat, where to stay, what to see, how to travel, and yet everything went just the way we had planned. We met some nice people in our train. One lady is super friendly doctor, who has been to almost every state in India and has so much to talk about. Also one man and his son, who owns family bar and restaurant in Goa, both of them were super tall and he was super talkative; the man talked all night long and was a great great company to have. He even gave us his business card, it's called: "SAFFRON" it says they're both veg and non veg. You get Indian, South Indian, Punjabi, Goan, Gujarati cuisine there. So if any of you were in goa please do visit there. Him and the doctor lady called their people and tried to help us find place in Andheri and was willing to give us ride there with his family members. But unfortunately we have very little time and we had decided to find place on our own in central mumbai. Next day we reached Mumbai in the morning and from railway station we found our taxi right away and the driver had decided to find us a decent place in central mumbai and we end up staying at this place called Hotel Sanjary, right next to the opera house. I was bit nervous being completely allen to the city and deep down I was worried if I will safely return back home or not. Also wondering where this taxi driver will take us. Hotel Sanjary is only 10 minutes away from station and post our check in, as soon as I entered restroom/toilet, surprisingly I spot this red string with locket that has picture of one of our holy lama, rinpoche. Man, after discovering that locket, it made me realized at least we had end up at right place where other tibetans had already stayed so thought this place might be not too bad and plus it was a good auspicious. Right then I went to reception and checked if they knew anything about the previous guest, just to make sure if my instinct was right or not. Right then, the hotel manager walked in and he spoked in Malayalam with the tiny man that I was having conversation. My cousin sis Dolma studied in bangalore and that's how we knew they were speaking Malayalam but any how, so the man greeted us. And I continued my detective_ghiri. He reciprocated to me that I was right, their previous guest was Tibetan and infect many Tibetans stayed at their hotel in past. He even showed me all the names on the registered, even though he is not suppose to but he did and that made me more relief as well. Right then the manager  paused and started speaking in Hindi and he asked: "Are you guys our Tibetan," I was bit confused what he was saying but then realized he meant if we are tibetans that belong to India and for a while I forgot there are Tibetans that are not from India as well, the ones from Tibet that I can't even properly communicate at times while meeting them in places like Bodh Gaya and Nepal airport. I will write more about them in my Kathmandu blog. In any way, I'm glad at least he had an idea who we are unlike those stupid people from places like Delhi, who can't even differentiate between people from Northeastern India, Nepal, and Tibetans. After that, we went out to Gate way of india and had a boat ride. We were suppose to go see elephant cave and instead me and my cousin dolma got so caught up with our talk that without any notice we jumped in the first boat that we spot, we still manage to continue our talk, trying to catch up with everything that we missed in all these years that we were apart. All of sudden after an hour, I start having this feeling that how come everybody in this boat dressed up in swimming suite and etc. So I paused our conversation and asked this gentleman sitting next to me that if our destination will be to elephant cave and guess what? He gently said "NO, IT'S GOING TO ALIBAG"! HAHAHAHA OMG! OMG! I'M IN BIG TROUBLE. Deep down, I felt so lost. But oh well, I stayed calm and told him we were suppose to go to elephant cave instead so he guide us that there is nothing to be worried and we can smoothly go back. I didn't enjoyed that boat ride, the wind was such a headache and it takes two hour journey for two way ride and by the time we reach back I have no energy left for another painful ride. So we went to eat at Sahakari restaurant and called it a day. I didn't even get to walk around church gate and missed that one Kalimpong art shop. It was too hot and my face got burned within a day, the clothes that I was wearing was too warm for the weather and by the time we went back to room, it was too late. We failed to find decent travel agency where they can make our reservation to Aurangabad. The employee at hotel were major hopeless. Since morning they were trying to book our reservation and the only thing that's available was the Volvo bus that leaves at 10 p.m. at night and returns only at 10 p.m. the next day from there. That means I have to waste entire day and night for that trip. When I have to catch flight the very next day at 8 am in the morning to Kathmandu. Our main journey has started to look impossible but then we took a risk and decided to take that Volvo bus at 9 p.m that day. Expecting that no matter what we will return to bombay within the next day. 
Until then to be continued & enjoy the clip below. One of my childhood fav.....................


 










































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Dolma was feeling super warm and exhaust , so we head back to our hotel, freshed up and got ready, thinking it will be super warm outside, so this time we tried to blend with Bombay weather; dressed up as thin as possible. That way at least we can eliminate that awkward moment in big and famous city. But guess what? It turn out opposite. HAHAHAHA Yes, we faced yet another challenge. Arghhh First, we waited almost an hour at that coffee shop for bus to pick us up. I forgot the name of coffee shop but the bus suppose to pick us up at 10 p.m and instead it showed around close to 11 p.m. Meanwhile, I got harassed by this one drunk bihari boy; some how he guessed that we were from Nepal and start irritating us, requesting other bus drivers to take him to NEPAL until someone came and took him away; what the hell? He should rather go back to his village man, bombay doesn't deserve drunk and waste creature like him. So many bus came and left yet there's no sign of our bus. Instead they keep calling on my cell, promising that they pick us up after 15 minute, 15 minute has turned in to almost an hour and finally they showed up. And guess what? From bus driver to their ever little staff were biharis. Uff, I thought I'm in the famous cosmopolitan city of bombay but these people are making me feel like I'm still in Bodh Gaya. They were super rude; we walked in super duper cold bus and spotted one bihari staff conquered the entire first row and slept peacefully with bundle and bundle of mounted blanks that was actually for passengers. There, Dolma and I were in our skirts and thin clothes, shivering, and these people had refused to share us some blanket. Major disappointed but the only good thing was Govinda's movie partner that they showed in bus. 































No, this isn't the volvo bus that took us from bombay to Aurangabad. Volvo is only better looking then this but other wise not so much difference in service. This bus took us from our parking load to Ajanta Ellora, as cars are not allowed there. We reached Aurangabad early in the morning around 6 a.m without even knowing for sure. We were still in sleep and all of sudden that bihari screamed "Aurangabad" and it woke me up. We rushed and exit that torturing bus,found ourselves in middle of road. What the hell? Where are we????It was still dark and cold. I can barely see anything clearly, all of sudden this Khan bhai/chacha look alike came and greeted us "Tashi Delek/ welcome to Aurangabad." I rubbed my eyes and was speechless!!!!!!!! 








Khan chacha took us to his garage where he promised to pick up better car for our journey to Ajanta. We reached his home and met his sons, nephews, and etc. His nephew went to pick up the so called "better car." Mean while, he went somewhere else as well, so we just waited outside his home. Right next to his home, there is this buddhist temple. His nephews and sons gathered around us and we talked for a while. They start telling us some stories about buddhist in their hometown, and honestly I have zero interest in their stories yet we just sat there and listen to them as time pass. Judging by the kids stories, the buddhist temple that they grew up next to their home is nothing but limited only up to "Buddham Sharanam Gachhami." On the other hand I wasn't even fully awake at all. It was too cold and too early to even talk. After some time, Khan chacha's nephew showed up with the so called better car and guess what? The car is worst then any city bus in india. The window is broken and the size is super small with full of dirt. Yuck! But oh well, we survived for 8 painful hours again. Within that 8 hours it made me feel like I'm back in Bodh Gaya. This place is exact same as Gaya. I attempt to take some nice pictures of the city but sadly the town has nothing to offer besides some dull trees, empty grounds, and countless empty grounds. No sign of beautiful village, no sign of beautiful farms, no sign of beautiful people, no sign of buildings, no sign of even ugly pigs. Arghh, who lives here anyways??????????? On that note, we stopped at this dhaba for toilet break and they had best aloo/puri, I even end up having another round of it. Honestly! This aloo/puri is the best thing the city has to offer apart from Ajanta & Ellora. We head back to our Khan chacha's luxury car and survived dirty air for another couple more hours. At last we reach Ajanta..............
And I must say this place is awesome! I wonder why not so many films were being shoot here? This place is ancient and rich in so many ways, beautifully craft with great amount of devotion to the so called "awaken beings from Lord Indira's world" who have came to this earth with many different forms, and touched the body, mind, and speech of the most superior group of animal called "human species" from eastern world. Ajanta and Ellora now belongs to the entire world wide, it is part of world heritage property. Enjoy the beauty of this amazing cave. For more details, I urge you to visit Ajanta and Ellora in Maharashtra. 
(Welcome to Ajanta)






























(Ellora)






















From Ajanta to Ellora it took us another 2-3 hours to get there. Post our Ellora trip, we rushed to railway station of Aurangabad to catch afternoon train. Our driver mentioned that is the last train as well. When we left Mumbai, we have no reservation to get back, neither have any idea if there's any buses or train that leaves the city apart from that Volvo bus that does not leave till 10pm at night for over night journey when I have to catch flight the next day at 8am to Kathmandu. But I have no time to wait till night. I want to get back to Mumbai like right now. So Dolma and I decided to catch that last train. We rushed our driver and by the time we reached station, our train to Mumbai arrived around 2 in the afternoon at the same time thankfully. But there's long line to get the tickets and plus we have no reservation. At last, we got the ticket right before the train was about to leave. And guess what? The ticket is for the people who have no reservation and we end up in this room that is pretty overwhelming. My cousin sister Dolma said, "Acha (didi) I have travelled so many times in train from Bangalore to Delhi but I have never ever travel in this kind before, I'm just so amused the fact that I'm experiencing this for the first time and that too with you." HAHAHAHA Any way, Dolma enjoyed! hahaha lol. I had awesome time in that train as well. By the time when we reached Mumbai at the hotel, it was around 11pm. We freshed up and ordered our dinner. We packed our baggage, got ready to check out tomorrow morning. As I'm flying to Kathmandu and Dolma will be off to Mangalore, since that's where she works as a Nurse. I must say the tiny man who was in charge of the hotel that we stayed was pretty creepy. He remind me of the characters from famous indian television series "Crime Patrol." He must be in his mid 20s yet he is so thin and short, not that he is young and innocent boy. His behaviors are silent killer type. When we ordered food at late night, right after we open the door, he just stood by the door with pin drop silent and stared at us like statue. I was pretty clueless and wondered what must be in his head but Dolma just slams the door right in front of his nose. I felt strange and told her she shouldn't do that but rather she said; "these folks are good for nothing, this is how you have to treat them in India." In US this action is consider bad manners but I've learned in India bad manners are good for your self defence. lol It sounds supper awkward but I'm sure she is right. Post our dinner, I told the hotel staff to reserve our taxi for tomorrow. Next day, the alarm rang at 5am and I was all set to check out. Whoever said, Maharashtrian and Mallus sucks in business is so true. The taxi driver was demanding 500 -/ to go to airport. What the hell? He refused to go by meter, when everything goes by meter in Mumbai. I told me there's no way I can accept that rate. Not that I can't effort but the fact that I don't want to get ripped off and make fool out of me. Instead the driver tried to blamed it on hotel staff that they are the ones who fix the rate not him. With that, I've decided to go negotiate with the hotel people since we were still outside the hotel. I told him to bring that tiny man (the staff at hotel) out. He came out with that strange, silent killer look. Right then, he start reducing the price to 300 -/ which I wasn't ready to settle with. It was cold and dark and I was worried if I will miss my flight and on top of that I have a stomach pain at the same time as well. So we made a deal on 300-/ and left hotel. Seriously, if I have enough time and feeling well, I would had beat that price. I must say, when it comes to the matter of "precious time" we should rather be wise and avoid the stupid risk factor over couple rupees. On that note, I left Bombay with wise thought and memorable mark in my mind.

PS. Looking forward to visit again!
Jai Maharashtra!