Dharamsala, Himachal, India & His Holiness Dalai Lama

So tomorrow we r all gonna attend the teaching of His Holiness Dalai Lama. I hope he won't disappoint me... After one night sleeping on the Thar desert, one night on the train from Jaisalmer to New Delhi, and another one night on the bus from New Delhi to Pathankot and to Dharamsala, finally I could make it to meet His Holiness...


I love Dharamsala. They have everything here, from internet, to nice postcards and tasty fried rice (and even rubbish, well we are still in India's mainland). Haha. But the weather here is perfect... cool, about 25 Celsius degree, and the people here are really nice.


Im still waiting for some changes... But as I read in Eat Pray Love, one person can not reflex himself on a flowing river, but a still one.

Now Im reading The Kite Runner. Surprisingly, there are so many common things between Indians and Afghanistan. 

Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

I bought this book while I was waiting for my flight from Bangkok to New Delhi. We arrived at the airport a few hours earlier and we tried to kill time by shopping around. While I was browsing through the bookshelves in Asia Books, a bookshop in Suvarnabhumi Airport, I run into Eat Pray Love naturally... I tried to figure out what the author's message in the book is... because once when I intended to see the movie, I gave up in the middle because I wasn't able to concentrate on it... too boring.

Fortunately, Im not disappointed with the book, quite contrary to tell the truth. I like it much, and now I've read half the book and still enjoying every page.

Today, my travelling companion told me her boyfriend always questions why we are born into this world.

That has always been one of the questions that haunt me and I know we will never have the exact answers...

To be happy?

To enjoy ourselves?

To discover who you are?

To answer every questions?

To fulfill your dreams and passions?

To achieve and succeed?

To experience?

Or simply to live? (not survive)

There may be more answers to this question.

And Im thinking of the best answer for this question.

India here is hot and humid. The dust and rubbish are every where. Everything is stinky, smelly and dusty. Maybe that's is the thing that make Indian people not so easy going. They need to find a way to make some fun...

Well, anyway today I have seen the Taj Mahal, the 7th Wonder of the Medival World... It is the symbol of eternal love. And I hope that I can find one for myself, very soon.

Hành trình mới

Mùa hè đến rồi, phượng và bằng lăng nở đang nở rực rỡ bao nhiêu góc trời Hà Nội. 2 ngày nữa tôi sẽ bỏ lại những sắc màu đó để bước vào một hành trình mới...

Hành trình tìm kiếm bản thân mình.

Tôi đã luôn sống và vật lộn với những câu hỏi về hạnh phúc, về cuộc đời. Thứ tôi kiếm tìm là một triết lý có thể giải đáp cho bản thân tôi những câu hỏi hàng ngày khi vật lộn với cuộc sống này. Một thứ triết lý không có mâu thuẫn.

Sinh nhật năm nay tôi sẽ không được đến Lhasa, nhưng sẽ là một vùng đất thu nhỏ của Lhasa, là quê hương của Phật giáo...

Hi vọng đi về tôi sẽ lĩnh hội thêm được một vài sàng khôn ^^ Bỏ lại sau lưng mình những nỗi buồn, thất vọng, chán nản tôi sẽ bước vào hành trình này với một sự hứng khởi nhất.