These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination... Rabindranath Tagore

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past...F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
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On the way to the river are the old dormitories, used for something else now, with their fairy-tale turrets, painted white and gold and blue. When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
--from Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid's Tale

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.
- Joyce Carol Oates
Showing posts with label The Discovery of the High Lama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Discovery of the High Lama. Show all posts

Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Discovery of the High Lama


The Discovery of the High Lama (2009) by Sushma Joshi (ebook on Short Stories)
The spin of apparent circumstance settles into a life purpose for one and a humbling experience for another.


Dead Rose Tigerbalm in the Insight Bar

So far from the studies of Boston

 Strumming lop-sided chords on the guitar

 A Kathmandu backwater 

 So far from marketed fortunes

 A potato stuffed mentality
Ripe for
Chopping boards

 And remote
Elusive 
Mongolia

 Bigyan thought he was on a quest for
Enlightened
Black belt success

 But the Enlightened One decided
Other
Wise

GOODREADS REVIEW

The Discovery of the High LamaThe Discovery of the High Lama by Sushma Joshi
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Elusive be "the simple science of inner knowledge" for those burdened with bookish academics; for those who have concocted their own template of superiority. While his "friends" travel to Boston or Australia to seek mercenary, intellectual status, Bigyan, with his black belt in kyo-kushin karate, travels from Kathmandu to Mongolia to compete. He wins a silver medal and stumbles into the delighted welcome of monks. A bizarre, but fascinating sequence of circumstantial scenarios give birth to a multi-faceted awakening.

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