I remember, standing against the very act of self-immolation in school debate a long time ago and I can still trace that vivid nervous feeling on stage. Even before eventual debate session, I knew I was going to get killed for going against immolation that since was becoming the definition of martyrdom.Almost everyone in school gave no second thought on immolation because it was valorized and made heroic. I lost the debate for propounding my non-sensical condemnation policy with nervous sounding voice. Maybe this shivering voice forgot to express admiration for these brave potential brothers and sisters or, maybe listeners in their focus on condemnation itself did not hear the one propounding(me) isn’t considering and putting the act of immolation down right as suicide and is instead in-fact is also very much struck by the gravity with which these immolators are willing to go. 12800162_1035048003235757_5237478753056705827_n

This mere pain that goes through family’s emotion and the immolators’ body is in itself unexplainable and the immolators are all tender in age- attempting something to attract this dubious and uncaring world. I truly admire the courage and the bravery of immolators and can empathise with their desperate feeling of being in a state of no freedom at all( this case being a refugee). I salute their patriotism and willingness to do something for Tibet where many Tibetans don’t even care, even at this grave hour. I pay my humblest of condolence and prayers to their family.

Tibetans inside Tibet lack basic human rights and suffer immense inequality. This rather cliché saying “desperate times leads to desperate measures” relates here to Tibetan issue more than anything. Tibetans inside Tibet has no resort but to set themselves ablaze for the uncaring world to hear and see what is going with them inside Tibet. Tibetans in exile diaspora don’t need to resort to such dire means and measure and can tune their anguish to tell the world in other ways.

Growing up in turmoil of identity, I have read and often many times glanced at books my mother used to read. Everything she read ranged from Philosophy, Protest to Polemical writing and instead of glancing at my mother’s book I should have grabbed romantic or merely descriptive books and should have remained almost unaware of any political loyalty that later has turned me into polemical writer myself. I have read George Orwell on being polemical where he clearly wrote  “Polemicists themselves often regret their past, unwillingly yet truthfully agreeing about their craft being a hasty channelling of emotion which would have been better spent elsewhere.” Salman Rushdie is another emanation of Orwell- maybe one with lesser regret, Whether Jamyang Norbu is, is another question for some years later. For Rushdie regret is imminent with his growing age lesser hair. I will leave mine for years to come.

Not fluffing away from the topic, my method might hurt some of you but many others will also agree although part of them will want to disagree that immolation is not the nearer perfect method to strive for our rights.

People can do more while living than they are dead and whatever is boiling Tibetans emotion, they have to accept and look clearly towards a better approach.

Tibetans have burned themselves in numbers and this fag world is not caring for the lives. The generic hearing of economy triumphing over issues of morality is very visible from the case such as Tibetans. Seeing the picture of this 16- year-old kid shivers me down the spine with the feeling of immense remorse and anger. We have failed him. We have in our disunity of approach failed these immolators.

The face of this kid that looks extremely tender with so much fun, laughter and potential have now burned himself.  The world that is tangled in a string of confusing politics is equally responsible for his death and Tibetans will no longer remain silent. Tibetans will not like they always did- rely on gods or deities this time. They will not anchor the prospects of life after death and will not eventually content themselves with rituals after every tragedy excusing with the hope that their gods will fight for them.