Lost in translation and Starstruck by a Lama!
Trip Start Nov 20, 2012
8Trip End Dec 19, 2012
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Several hours before the teachings begun the road had a bumper to bumper line of cars, tuk-tuks, motorcycles and busses that left a huge cloud of dust around it. Everyone is wearing masks that cover the mouth for just that reason
The line goes on forever and many devotees are turned away as they haven't received the PAP permit (that gives you permission to be on the Monastery grounds). The situation gets heated and there is a lot of yelling and some people end up on the police bus (Didi, my friend is one of them) as their paperwork isn't in order. All this commotion is an interesting paradox to the reason why we are all here- Peace!
I finally get in and realize that most people marked their spot as early as the night before.I end up just outside the main teaching hall on a big balcony. Not the best but not the worst spot either. The temperature is rising and I’m sweating like a pig in the traditional Tibetan dress that my host, Tsering picked out for me this morning. It’s beautiful and made out of thick silk and covers my whole body (thankfully my legs too I might add, as there is absolutely no privacy to shave!)
After what feels like a lifetime of uncomfortableness and a lot of static in my head phones, I start to notice some security police come my way and I can tell that something is about to happen. My instinct tells me to stand up and head towards the door to the main teaching hall and then it happens; there he is the one and only, His Holiness the Dalai Lama right infront of me looking me straight in the eyes. My knees go week and my eyes tear up. It was such an amazing feeling! Then he head upstairs and leaves the few of us that just happen to be in the right place in the right time stunned. It was pure magic!
Later on I find myself in the incredibly long bathroom line to the only two toilets on that side of the temple. As I get out I see the security police again, pushing me up the wall telling me to step back. And guess what? Yep, there he is again, I am standing face to face with the Dalai Lama! I catch his eyes and he touches me and I feel like a little girl at a rock concert and start to cry
India certainly never stops to surprise me, and I can’t wait to see what’s yet to come.
Peace, Love & His Holiness