WHY THE DALAI LAMA HAS AN ENGLISH ACCENT

The Chinese invaded Tibet in 1950 claiming the country was part of greater China and the Dalai Lama was an imposter. Nomadic warriors called Khambas, armed with swords, fought a guerrilla war against the Chinese for a decade. They attacked columns of armoured cars on horseback and shot up bomber planes with Lee Enfield rifles. 

The Dalai Lama

The Dalai Lama, the spiritual head of Tibet, was 15 when the Chinese Army marched across the border. For almost a decade, he continued negotiations with Peking while the Khambas battled on across isolated plains dotted with remote monasteries and tribes of itinerant herders. The French explorer Michel Peissel, who had led numerous expeditions to Tibet, followed the conflict and published in 1973 the acclaimed The Secret War in Tibet.

Just as the war was doomed to fail, so were the negotiations. In 1959, the Dalai Lama fled over the mountains to India with his advisers and trunks of ancient scrolls wrapped in yellow prayer cloths. He formed the Tibetan government-in-exile in Dharamsala, a town in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh set among the cedar forests in the Himalayan foothills. One hundred thousand Tibetans joined the diaspora.

The Thekchen Chöling Temple in Mcleod Ganj, the old British hill station a stiff walk above Dharamsala, became the spiritual centre for Tibetan Buddhism and the Library of Tibetan Works and Archives houses thousands of manuscripts including the translation of the dharma in what I would like to believe is rather good English.

Scoop

In 1973, I journeyed overland to Dharamsala to take a course in Buddhism. I was 26. I had been a journalist since the age of 18 and had reached the pinnacle of my career in 1971 as the editor of The Athens News, the English-language daily that challenged censorship during the years of the Regime of the Colonels, the military dictatorship that ruled Greece from 1967 to 1974.

For 18 months, I worked in the busy office with its chattering teleprinters from 6.00pm to midnight and wired stories to the BBC and the Guardian. My phone was tapped – you can hear the click as you lift the receiver – and I had the double-edged fear and excitement of being followed by agents in scenes that reminded me of the Costa-Gavras 1969 film Z, a fictionalised version of the events surrounding the assassination of the democratic Greek politician Grigoris Lambrakis. 

In the spring of 1972, the German author Günter Grass gave a fiery anti-junta speech at the university. He was put under house arrest at the Hotel Grande Bretagne and smuggled out through the back door into a car by two men in black ties from the CIA. I spoke to Grass briefly in the hotel kitchens before he was whisked away to the American airbase and flown back to Germany.

Grass’s escape from the Colonels was my one great scoop as a journalist. The story was picked up by the news agencies and published around the world. Two days later, the agents who had followed me through the city streets came knocking on the door and I was put on an Olympic Airways flight back to London. I had never eaten olive oil before going to Greece and, having acquired the taste, my one souvenir was the two kilo can of virgin olive oil given to me by my Greek neighbours.

I found a job as a sub-editor on the Kent Messenger and was quickly bored after the thrills of Athens. I lasted six months – the same as the olive oil – and on 1 January set out for India. I had planned to stay in Dharamsala for two months before travelling on to Sydney where my old editor, Mike Marples, said he would have a job for me on News Corp’s The Australian, a long-distance stepping stone to Fleet Street. 

Chipping In

Geshe Ngawang Dhargyey teaching the dharma shows Dalai Lama drinking tea to illustrate WHY THE DALAI LAMA HAS AN ENGLISH ACCENT

Geshe Ngawang Dhargyey 1973

The two-month course in Buddhism was conducted by Geshe Ngawang Dhargyey, a jolly lama who rocked back and forth on a raised cushion as he set out the precepts of the Buddha’s teachings. He was assisted by two translators, Khumlung and Sherpa, Rinpoches who had studied at English-speaking schools in India. Rinpoche means  ‘Precious One’ and refers to lamas who have been reborn as holy teachers. 

When Khumlung and Sherpa weren’t assisting in the courses, they worked with American scholars Alex Berzin and John Landow, two New Yorkers turned Buddhist who had mastered Tibetan and were translating the dharma into English. These four smart men worried over every word in an attempt to bring the Buddhist teachings to the ‘everyman’ in a language that was accurate but easy to assimilate.

Sherpa and Khumlung with Geshe Dhargyey illustrate why the Dali Lama has an English accent.

Sherpa and Khumlung with Geshe Dhargyey

When they discovered that a journalist was in town, I was invited to join the team. My job wasn’t to edit the text, but to check that it was lucid to the ‘everyman.’ When I found passages difficult, the scholars reworked them until they were clear.

The westerners who arrived in Dharmsala offered what skills they had. A Canadian taught chess. A Swiss architect had designed a triangular-shaped, single room dwelling that was inexpensive and easy to build, the perfect resting place for the refugees who continued to defy the Chinese border guards and make a dash for Dharamsala. Peter was an English carpenter who led the team constructing those buildings.

People died crossing the mountains and children who arrived alone joined the orphanage in Forsyth Gunj, another step up the mountain where an old Scottish church from the hill station days was still in use. Teachers, nurses and volunteers worked together and made Forsyth Gunj a place of gaiety and optimism.

When I learned that many of the stories shared around the camp fires were never written down, I started to make a collection with Dala Sonam Khalintsang, a student at Delhi University with two distinct Tibetan characteristics: good humour and endless patience.

Nice Cup of Tea with the Dalai Lama

At 2.00 in the afternoon most Wednesdays, I went with Khumlung, Sherpa, Alex and John to report on progress with the dharma translation over tea with the Dalai Lama. We spoke English and drank the buttery salt tea for which the Tibetans are famous. The Dalai Lama – in fact all the lamas – had a sweet tooth and there was always plates of barfi, Indian sweets made from coconut, cardamom and milk.

The Dalai Lama had learned English as a child with Heinrich Harrer, the Austrian mountaineer who had escaped from a British prisoner-of-war camp in India during the Second World War and climbed the high peaks of the Himalayas to reach Tibet. He spent the war years in Lhasa with the young boy king and wrote the fabulous Seven Years in TibetThe Dalai Lama had rounded off his clipped German English living in India and added a twang from New Jersey chatting with Alex and John.

Book jacket for Stories from Beyond the Clouds illustrating why the Dalai Lama speaks with an English accent.

Stories from Beyond the Clouds

When the Dalai Lama discovered that I was writing a book of folk stories, he was immediately interested and sent me off to see some of the older people he knew had tales to tell. I typed them up on the portable Olivetti that belonged to the Canadian and read them to the Dalai Lama and his team after our Wednesday meetings – the text undergoing a good deal more editing than my edits on the dharma. 

When I completed the collection, I gave the rights to the Dalai Lama. Stories From Beyond the Clouds was published the following year by the Library of Tibetan Works and Archives and, over five editions and foreign sales, has raised a modest sum for the refugee village.

The last time I saw the Dalai Lama that year, we drank tea English style and I was sure that over the previous twelve months his accent had softened, the syllables evenly stressed, less of a twang, more RP, received pronunciation, like my own.

Fiabe Tibetane book cover illustrates WHY THE DALAI LAMA HAS AN ENGLISH ACCENT

Fiabe Tibetane – Italian edition

He pressed his palms together and bowed his head. I did the same.

‘Thank you, Sangay Tzondru,’ he said.

I had become a Buddhist and Geshe Dhargyey had given me a name that described my defining nature: The Buddha of Perseverance.

It was December. The mountains had turned into a white snow blanket and the thin air tasted of wood smoke and tsampa, the roasted barley that gives body to the big dumpling stews that keep the Tibetans going through winter. I arrived back at Heathrow on New Year’s Eve. I never made it to Australia and never worked as a journalist again. 

Does the Dalai Lama have an English accent? Listen to his discourse on respect at Stanford University and decide for yourself. 

Almost twenty years later, I rented a house in Cadaqués, Spain, that turned out to belong to Michel Peissel. The Secret War in Tibet, that I had read in 1973, was on the shelf with a dozen other books recounting his explorations; my summer reading. There seemed to be a current, an energy, that had taken me to that house in that village, and I am not sure if it is coincidence or karma, but it seemed fated that I would one day join the crew of Peissel’s Viking ship on another adventure.

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  1. The life you describe is so full of experience and wonder, being treated to a glimpse into chapters such as this one fills me with wonder and the desire to keep broadening my own experiences as much as I possibly can over the years I have left. It is such an odd twist of fate that a person such as I ever came to know a man such as you. Truly, life moves in mysterious ways.

  2. Really, the 1970s was an amazing decade when I did one thing after another, all different, all interesting; I ran a travelling dolphin show in Spain, travelled across Ethiopia in the infamous 1974 famine, travelled through South East Asia buying jewellery and precious stones that I sold in Australia, then went by land across South America to San Antonio where I bought a Dodge sleeper van and did a road trip across the United States and Canada. It seems that once you break the chains of the ordinary life, everything is possible.

  3. A lovely and interesting story, I knew of your becoming a Buddhist and living in Dharmsala but not getting close and influencing the man himself.
    The 1970’s were a time of change and opening possibility’s for all who dared to break the mould, I went to India at 17, and by 21 was in South America.
    Many tales, thank you for the reminder and for sharing.

  4. I too travelled to Dharamsala and had some interesting experiences there in the guest house across the street from the abode of the Dalai Lama, got to know monks and picnicked with them by the stream and dried my clothes on the stones, saw hundreds of flickering fires on the surrounding hills in the evening as many buddhists came for a religious festival and were making their dinner. All a very special atmosphere that stays with me to this day as this was many decades ago.
    Your story brings back those days of lovely experiences and many more that took place subsequently in various places around the world. Life is pretty wonderful and memories surging back …( like the filthy guest house, the cooking smells wafting through the floorboards from the “momo ” (Tibetan ravioli) restaurant, having to wash in a tiny cold water sink outside on the front terrace facing the road ). The list is long. Thanks for helping me to remember.

  5. A beautifully written piece, with a satifying ending that captures a sense of wonderment at the point of looking back at journeys travelled, the unique shape of our own individual ‘destinies’.

  6. Namaste!

    What a moment in time – and a wonderful image to conjure – of taking afternoon tea with the Dalai Lama in Dharamsala discussing traditional folk stories, and at the same time intermittently correcting his Holiness’s English, while you were being taken on your own spiritual journey.

    You were both being your own teacher – the teacher teaching the teacher – sounds like a true path to enlightenment!

    I’m sure it was no coincidence that you were drawn to the writing’s of Michel Peissel.too – a writer/explorer unknown to me…

    Thank you for sharing 🙏

  7. The man who exposed “Lobsang Rampa”, purported Tibetan author of the mystical 1956 best-seller “The Third Eye”, as a plumber from Devon was also called Clifford and was contracted by Harrer. Spooky or what?

    Credulous relatives in Canada, where Cyril Hosking (for it was he) settled, sent me the book for Xmas at least a decade after the unmasking.

  8. I listened to the stanford talk… the first thing that sprang to mind is what is called been called the rude boy accent… made famous by sasha baron cohen with ali-G character. as an indicator One in a thousand give or take (especially males) from any class, race or religion seem to develop this around England, and it could be an evolutionary thing that genes have been triggered the same in anyone. But I don’t see the DL as this… because so much relates to sanskrit in his world, one needs to study sanskrit and the vac shuddhi, “perfect mellowness” of speech

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