untitled

As a toddler, he was put on a throne and worshipped as by monks who treated him like a god. But the boy chosen by the Dalai Lama as a reincarnation of a spiritual leader has caused consternation – and some embarrassment – for Tibetan Buddhists by turning his back on the order that had such high hopes for him.

Instead of leading a monastic life, Osel Hita Torres now sports baggy trousers and long hair, and is more likely to quote Jimi Hendrix than Buddha.

Yesterday he bemoaned the misery of a youth deprived of television, football and girls. Movies were also forbidden – except for a sanctioned screening of The Golden Child starring Eddie Murphy, about a kidnapped child lama with magical powers. “I never felt like that boy,” he said.

He is now studying film in Madrid and has denounced the Buddhist order that elevated him to guru status. “They took me away from my family and stuck me in a medieval situation in which I suffered a great deal,” said Torres, 24, describing how he was whisked from obscurity in Granada to a monastery in southern India. “It was like living a lie,” he told the Spanish newspaper El Mundo. Despite his rebelliousness, he is still known as Lama Tenzin Osel Rinpoche and revered by the Buddhist community.

According to the foundation biography, another leader suspected Torres was the reincarnation of the recently deceased Lama Yeshe when he was only five months old. In 1986, at 14 months, his parents took him to see the Dalai Lama in Dharamsala, India. The toddler was chosen out of nine other candidates and eventually “enthroned”.

At six, he was allowed to socialise only with other reincarnated souls – though for a time he said he lived next to the actor Richard Gere’s cabin. By 18, he had never seen couples kiss. His first disco experience was a shock. “I was amazed to watch everyone dance. What were all those people doing, bouncing, stuck to one another, enclosed in a box full of smoke?”

Found by Ian Warner




  1. Mr. Fusion says:

    Mr wife worships me. Every night she gives me burnt offerings.

    (drum roll)

    Then she flails her arms about in frenzy about my ears in subservience.

    (drums)

    That and to swat that bug on my head.

    (more drums)

    She sprinkles gallons of water on my overheated body to cool my ardor.

    (yup, another roll please)

    Then to show her utmost respect, she makes my bed on the exalted couch in our esteemed living room so that I might not be enticed through the night by her feminine body.

    (keep the drum going)

    Isn’t being a god in someone’s eyes fun?

    It’s OK folks, I’m here all week. You can buy a CD of my live performances in the lobby after the show for only $10.

  2. MaceBringer says:

    #21

    If you’re not on YouTube, you don’t exist. Get thee away from me, false god!

    (the usual maniacal laughter)



Bad Behavior has blocked 25219 access attempts in the last 7 days.