I am the only son of my uneducated parents. Though they themselves are uneducated, they didn't want their son to become like other people in my village. Kina is the name of my village .it is a wonderful place even if the people have never attended school. I was born in 1989. I studied Chinese as there teach only Chinese in the school where I went.
Compare with other boys in my village who never got chance to go to school, I was more blessed. I was always supported by my parents. They encouraged me continue my studies, but the result which they got was simply negative. I caused them great disappointment; I lost their hope for me to become something better than them. A more terrible and unforgettable thing was that I saw the helpless tears in my fathers' eye, that was the first time I saw tears in his eyes as he was always a tough man. Because of my poor schoolwork I tasted one year of a farmer's life. It was the hardest period in my life. My parents realized that I was not the sort of person who worked in the fields because when I was young I spent most of time in school. So my parents sent me to India with the expectation to change my old ways and keep on with my studies.
Therefore, I started my journey. I left my kind-hearted parents and my beautiful village in 2007.My parents refused to let their son's journey across the Himalayan Mountains. Crossing the Himalayan Mountains is very rough
and a very dangerous route to travel. Many Tibetan people have died from hunger, the unbearable weather in the middle of nowhere, and some Tibetan people are killed by Chinese soldiers. So my parents applied for a Chinese passport for me. They tried and tried, and they eventually got the passport by paying a lot of money for it. On the way to India I didn't experience the horrible journey that many Tibetan encounter.
n this new country, India, I chose the Tibetan Transit School [T. T.S] for my settlement at first. Due to this new environment everything was changed, in addition that, parents were also far from me thereby my pocket was also empty each and every day. It seems like I am fallen in the hell suddenly. When I glance at my past life my behaviors were totally opposite with His Holiness the Dalai Lama's advice, but now I am no longer the person whereas what kind of person I was in Tibet. Now with the memories of my failure from my past studies and my father's tears I pay whole of energy only for studies. I am totally changed now through lots of troubles. Also I realize that that's an opportunity to challenge for my life. So, it is a very important cross like that muddy road. Basically I was a person who never considered about the concerning of parents about me, even I never thought about my own future what would happen to me if I do not give afford to studies.
Since I associate with different people, books, pen and teachers,
especially I have got such great chance listening to the Dalai Lama's speech I can think and understand better than before.
I have an aim as other people have. I am responsible for my motherland and my people who are illiterate from generation to generation; they still remain in the ancient way of life. That's why, according to my level of education and I want to be a teacher, I want to lead the people who are still uneducated to an educated life. Because I feel this is a job that will be a great contribution to the society and also it's appropriate to me. Sustaining a nation depends on education, so teachers are the only ones who can turn a dark life into a bright one.