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Thursday, August 6th, 2009 at 2:23 pm  |  21 responses

Peace, Freedom and Basketball

A pick-up game in the Tibet-influenced city of Mcleodganj.

by Karan Madhok

Dhondup is wrapped inside a thin orange robe, much too thin to provide adequate cover from the chilly November temperatures of his Himalayan abode, but he is well acclimatized to the weather up here. He is short, stout Tibetan, with a shiny bald head and a shinier smile pasted across his face. Around his neck is a prayer mala, a garland of beads, which he tucks inside his robe. The robe barely reaches up to his ankles.

I watch from the sideline as he crouches down to one knee and laces up his kicks, an old pair of Nike Air Max Somethings. Around him stand a few others dressed just like him, in orange robes and sneakers, and other Tibetan youngsters in t-shirts and shorts, including one in an old Lakers No. 8.

I point over to Dhondup, “Can I join in?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, come now,” he replied in broken, yet confident English, “We have 12 now,” he announces to the rest. “Six on six.”

I nodded, took off my beanie and my jacket, shivered and jogged up to the huddle below the basket. Everyone introduces themselves to everyone else. And so began the single most surreal pick-up game of my life.

The place is Mcleodganj, a popular village tucked up 6,800 feet above sea level and amongst the clouds in the Himalayan range in North India. Apart from being a small, scenic hill-station, Mcleodganj is really only famous for one thing—it is the town in whiMcleodganjch the Dalai Lama chose to set up his permanent home and monastery, ever since he went into exile from Tibet 50 years ago.

He was then followed by many more Tibetans, so many so that Mcleodganj and its neighboring town of Dharamshala (in the Kangra district) resemble entirely Tibetan towns. The monasteries, the multi-colored prayer-flags, the monks and the Tibetan food and culture have earned Mcleodganj the nickname ‘Little Lhasaí,’ after the capital of the region of Tibet.

The ‘region,’ not the ‘country’—it is hardly possible to walk a few meters across the village without coming across Pro-Tibet posters, flyers or activists. The old hold prayers and peaceful demonstrations for Tibet’s freedom from mainland China, while the young passionately participate in public-awareness rallies and forums to fight for their fellow Tibetans back home in Tibet. The Tibetan Youth Congress (TYC) is one of the main committees set up at Mcleodganj, and Tibetan Government-in-Exile is based in Dharamshala nearby.

It is this mixture of peaceful Buddhist culture, a serene and scenic mountainous environment, and political fervor that attracts hordes of Buddhist pilgrims as well as foreign travelers and activists every year from all over the world. People from the USA, Great Britain, France, Canada, Italy, Australia, Belgium, Israel, and many other countries come together in this strange global village, where the days are spent hiking to the snow peaks of the Himalayas and the nights at rooftop cafes, singing along to Bob Marley tracks.

There is one other non-Tibetan face on the court that day—a tall American who I met a day earlier—and he is among the 12 of us who stand out on the cold cement court. I am anxious to shake off the cold winter chills and get started. When the teams are made, I am placed opposite Dhondup, a few other monks, and thTemplee American. The monks, all in their mid-30s, are the oldest of the lot. My team mostly comprised of the other Tibetan youngsters, most of who seemed to be in their early-20s.

Basketball? Rewind back a day: I was strolling through the local market-area and I came across a small store down a steep slope, lost amongst shops selling local handlooms, books and Buddhist prayer material. It was here that, among a slow, lost world, I came across an Iverson poster—back-in-the-day Iverson, sporting corn-rows and a white Sixers No. 3 and mean mug—and it was here that I suddenly believed that there are absolutely no limits to globalization. I stepped inside the shop which had Jordan posters, Kobe posters, T-Mac, Kobe and Shaq smiling together (like the old SLAM cover), Duncan, and KG, and GP and Shawn Kemp, and basketball stickers, and old cards, and fake Laker and Bulls hats, and lots, lots more! This was India, these were the Himalayas, this was Little Lhasa!

I called up my older brother straight away, half in humorous disbelief, half in genuine excitement. “Do they have a LeBron?” was his very first question, and we shared a laugh over the unlikelihood of it all. I was later to discover that this shop wasn’t alone—Mcleodganj had another small store a few minutes away that sold basketball sneakers, team-logo inspired sweat-shirts, and a few replica jerseys. The entire experience would’ve made the organizing staff of Basketball Without Borders gush.

I ran into the tall American later that day, and between asking him where he was from (Boston) and him wondering what NBA team I supported (tragically, the Knicks), we began talking about the basketball culture in Mcleodganj, and he told me that he found a court where the monks came to play.

Monks?”

“Yeah, monks,” he said, “They live in the monastery, but they play at the court nearby every evening. They’re not bad!”

So the following evening I walked downhill from my guesthouse until I saw it. Perched above on a short hilltop and partly hidden behind tall trees, there stood the cement basketball court. I smiled and approached it, and that is where our story began.

“We play ball every day, in school, when we did our higher courses, after work,” says Jigme, one of the players on my team. His English is much better, courtesy of the interaction he has with foreign visitors in his little community. “It will be impossible to complete our day without a game—basketball and soccer are the most popular sports up here.”

Appearances can be deceptive. Dhondup, in his somber orange robe and priestly bald cut is the last person I expect to throw full-court bounce passes in a fast-paced game. JiMonks playing basketballgme, with his punk-spiked hair and oversized shorts turned out to be one of the most active members of the ‘Free Tibet’ public-awareness initiative. Mcleodganj, a sleepy, spiritual little village, is a boiling point of politics, global social interaction and basketball.

The game itself is jerky, stop-start, chaotic affair, as 12 of us try to fit in into a court three-fourths of regulation size. The monks, older, and definitely wiser, are the Stocktons on court—calculative, efficient and selfless. Dhondup racks up the assists and remains fundamentally sound. The younger players are much more ‘AND 1’ about things, throwing flashy no-look passes, adding extra pumps before each lay-up, and trying to Iverson-dribble their way through traffic.

When the game finished, we shook hands, exchanged laughs, and were away into our own separate realities. Dhondup and the monks returned to their monastery, and Jigme and some of the others returned to their lives, and the worries of Tibet and the Tibetan youth movement. The two groups symbolize the two-fold approach for freedom of the Tibetan people—the spiritual approach is peaceful, loving and revered, and the political one which is actively involved in global relations.

That day was in November 2008, barely three months since the end of the Beijing Olympics, and despite the human rights protests of the Tibetan people, the Chinese managed to host one of the most glamorous events known to man. The events reach their high point for all those in the basketball world when DWade, Kobe, LeBron and the others bring back the gold for the Americans.

But another, relatively economical event took place at Mcleodganj/Dharamshala earlier that year—the Tibetan Olympics 2008 were held on a small scale in the month of May. Dubbed as ‘The Other Olympics,’ the events included archery, long distance running, swimming and several track and field events. Although basketball wasn’t a scheduled event, the Tibetan’s Woman’s Association organized a basketball tournament on Mother’s Day (May 11) a few weeks prior to the Tibetan Olympics. The tournament was a success, highlighting the freedom to play for Tibetan woman as much as the game of basketball itself.

Jigme pulls me aside after the game. “You can see how this game gets all people together?” he asks. “Monks, tourists, activists, journalists—the game is like that. It brings us on one common platform.”

It is a game like that—playmakers, scorers, defenders, rebounders—and whether the platform is an undersized concrete court or a worldwide political movement, basketball is just one wheel that helps to run community relations up here in ‘Little Lhasa.’

Karan Madhok works as a Communications Officer in an international school in the Himalayan town of Mussoorie, India. He is a former journalist for The Times of India newspaper and a lifelong basketball fanatic.

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  • e-rock

    awesome article, really gives insight into the globalization of basketball

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    Interesting contrast to the Uighur v Mainland China factions news and unrest lately, going so far as a govt. official even placing blame on the Dalai Lama for the events. And just coincidence my winamp hit some moody/atmospheric/journey-like produced music by an Eastern artist, songs similar to the themes in Jet-Li’s Hero, but with a drum beat and other tones so its even a bit hip-hop. Made reading about a pick up game with baller monks not out of place in the world at all.

  • Ken

    This was one of the best/coolest stories I’ve read on this site in a long time.

  • http://www.alllooksame.com Tarzan Cooper

    i want to go hoop with monks. id give em the dwade, and just for fun, sometimes the ol shaq fu.

  • http://www.shawn-kemps-offspring.blogspot.com/ TADOne

    Good article.

  • http://slamonline.com Brad Long

    Wow. Thanks for this, Karan.

  • Tellez PHD

    What a fantastic story! I can just imagine the wonder of watching monks play basketball. especially at such a chaotic time… reminds me of the time i went down to Morelia, Michoacan Mexico to visit my fathers birthplace and the first thing I saw upon entering his hometown was a basketball court. This court was raised above the street some 8 feet. The hoops had wooden backboards, a chainlink fence to keep the ball from falling down to the street and concrete bleachers on along the sidline opposite of the street. This area was known for its poverty and poor educational system but you couldn’t tell by the look on the kids faces when they were on that court. Basketball is truly a passionate escape for those whose lives give them few reasons to smile.

  • http://www.hibachi20.blogspot.com BETCATS

    that was the most intresting thing i have read on this site, ever, including the stuff i wrote.

  • http://www.triplejunearthed.com/dacre Dacre

    that backboard and ring setup looks better than the one we had at school?!
    O_o

  • harsh

    “its amazing” thats all that I have to say. Karan, keep it up bro…

  • Z-unet

    niceeeee

  • http://www.mynameinblue.blogspot.com Hisham

    Love this article. LOVE the picture of the balling monks, surreal man.

  • http://www.hibachi20.blogspot.com Hursty

    Real solid stuff. That’s the kind of story I love to read on SLAM – not always the gossip stuff on baby mama drama’s haha.
    Thanks very much Karan. Really appreciate it.

  • Shivika

    Amazing. You are my favorite writer. I really hope you keep writing more often for slam! the world needs this!

  • http://www.gyutocenter.org Thupten Donyo

    Very nice article. I’m one of the Tibetan monks live in San Jose, California. This article reminds me when we were young we do the same thing during the Tibetan New Year. Even during the holiday we were not allowed to play such game but we do. We go to a local School Tibetan school and hide our robs under the tree and ask some little monks to watch if any senior monks or decipliner was coming. When the monastery deciplnier comes, we all run away for a few hours with our shorts and come back again to pick up our robs. All young monks loves to play socar or basketball but we not allowed. Now days many of the monastery Abbots are not that strict as before. Because if they are too strict then many of the young boys don’t want to join the monastery or leaves the monastery. Therefore, these days my monastery in Dharamsala, India even allowed to watch TV on Sunday night. Last year in 2008 I personally sponsored a TV sets for the monks to watch movie. However, they only allow to watch two movies on Sunday night. At that time even the Abbot and senior monks come to watch movie with young monks. Unfortunately, there are 200-300 monks come to watch the movie on 42 inch TV screen and the monks at the back often complain TV is too small but still sit there and enjoy the noise. Anyway, thats my story.

    Thupten Donyo
    Gyuto monk

    Thank you.

  • Mike D

    all respect karan…dude man one of the best articles ive read in a loooong time. keep it up!

  • Blue

    This story right here is what makes Slam the best… Excellent work, Karan!

  • http://www.triplejunearthed.com/dacre Dacre

    this article was almost as good as the stuff BETCATS wrote….
    :P

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    Links the first time not approved, even when they’re not illegal DLs. Japanese artist Woodblue, tracks “Pu-Re” (find a 30 sec sample on last.fm), more hip-hop one in “Still,” see some uploads on youtube.

  • Simon

    Karan – damn good and interesting write. Enjoyed your last one also. Look forward to more. Everytime you come across something like this give me a buzz also. Did not really think a time would come that somebody would write about basketball in India. Keep up the good work. Do we expect a write up on Varanasi and the unlikely number of national players we have!! I dont know whether you are aware but we have had two very good performers at the Finland games and the Police games in England. Enjoy.

  • http://www.jdbasketball.com jdbasketballl

    great story Karan, keep up those hoops travels, have to get in a game some time…. can we get next? @jdbasketball

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