Showing posts with label Namo Buddha. Buddhanilkantha. Show all posts
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Monday, 8 October 2012

LEAVING NAMO BUDDHA


LEAVING NAMO BUDDAH






Last evening here and it seems a pity to have to leave such a peaceful place for the pollution and chaos of Kathmandu, although I’m staying near Buddhanilkantha, a quiet suburb to the north of Kathmandu.  

The founder and root guru of the gompa is the Ninth Khenchen Thrangu Rinpoche.  He was the teacher of my own guru, Ringu Tulku Rinpoche.  Apart from the monastery there are several other projects in various places in Nepal.

In the far distant past when the moon was full, a tiger would approach the stupa to be seen by the caretaker and local people who lived around.  But when electricity and cars arrived, the tiger failed to appear.

The monastery is active in promoting environment protection activities, observing World Environment Day by cleaning the monastery and planting trees.  There is also a school with 76 students learning Tibetan, English and other mainstreams subjects.



The gompa itself is extremely beautiful and decorated in the Kagyapa tradition with the most exquisitely executed wall paintings of the past Karmapas and various saints.  

Today, the monks are playing football and sweating in the sun.  They have a day off their studies…as they did yesterday when they started to pull a truck back up the hill.  Someone had left the truck in neutral and put a couple of small bricks under the wheels, obviously not enough to stabilise it and the result was it rolled down the hill and over the edge of a cliff ending up as a write-off.  On Friday, an unofficial holiday was declared and the school kids turned up with their books in their hands to watch the fun.  Julie, their teacher, made sure of making use of the incident by asking them to write an essay about it.





THE TRUCK WINCHED TO THE TOP 

Now, rather sorry to leave the gomba and return to the seemingly endless round of meals in in-laws’ houses, although there is a real joy in the range of hyolmu food served up…and I end up eating far too much.



FULMAYA, JULIE AND TSERING 









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