The Conqueror of the Tibetan palace

'Aaaaaaah...', screamed Andrew as the muddy brown river he had been happily swimming in began emptying itself into the void. Huge tombstones were visible in the distance, and in the middle of the blackness sat a gigantic blubbery pink whale. He had just reached adulthood, and he felt he was too young to die. Unfortunately, I disagreed with him, and I paid no heed to the poor bacterium's screams as I tipped the coffee into my mouth. The refreshing brew would keep me awake for another couple of hours. I could barely wait for the weekend and a couple of days of peace and quiet. Little did I know that at that very moment, a chain reaction had begun which would cause me to make a trip to hell itself.

The offending neutron had taken the shape of a postcard, which landed itself on my desk just before I left the office for the day. There was a picture of some flowers on one side, which looked so realistic that a bee humming over my head shook its sting in disgust and went in search of fresher pastures. But what mattered was the other side of the postcard, which had a cryptic poem, or so it seemed at that time.

Here's how it went:

Seek out the Conqueror of the Tibetan palace, the ‘Lama Tamer’
Be real serious about it, because she really despises humor.
Beautiful and terrible, and awe-inspiring and ruthless,
She draws victims much more easily than the Loch Ness.

East of the Blue Mountains and west of the great Green Sea,
Stands the Tower of ERECH, having not even a single tree.
Travel a little from there, to the holy haunted lake of ablution
Where the land has not been tainted by the evil called pollution.

But be warned, for though you have escaped her once before,
She has grown in power, and is still growing more and more.
Her prisoners she keeps forever in small cramped dark cells
Finding her would be like visiting the devil himself in hell.

Well, once I had read it through a couple of times, I started thinking about what it could possibly mean. I guess Tibet was the keyword here, and the word Lama next to it made me certain that this poem referred to some region in the Himalayas. Some Lama-Tamer, probably some kind of a demi-god, or maybe even a yeti who had killed some Lama. It was feminine, and probably had great beauty or was extremely attractive, which enabled her to draw her victims to herself. The second stanza could only refer to the Himalayas and the Tethys, though the reference was vague and no one knows what color the Tethys was. The tower was a little confusing, but could mean a mountain standing alone from the others. Possibly Nanga Parbat. Then the lake would be Mansarovar, where having a bath removes your sins. And of course there is no pollution there. The third stanza was a little psyching, but it brought in that element of danger which makes the journey and search that much more exciting. But I could not figure out when or how I had escaped from her.

I slept over it, and I had a dream. I dreamt that I was watching a movie which was showing my life in fast forward mode. My school life, then college… The reel slowed down during the college life… I was leaving college… and then I woke up… I had realized the terrible truth.

The poem referred to my college. The Tibetan palace is called Potala, and is a place of high spirituality. Our college had a lot of Pot, which kept the consumer in high spirits. Humor was usually shunned by the administration, which was always serious and restricted itself to PJ’s. The college has some kind of a reputation, which causes a large number of victims to join there every year. The Blue Mountains are of course the Nilgiris, and the sea is the Bay of Bengal. The tower of REC (running clue in ERECH) obviously has no trees. The haunted lake is the Lapis Lake, which is used by some (or many) to answer the call of Nature. Pollution is low because most of the campus denizens use bicycles. I have escaped (passed out from) college once before, and of course the college is growing day by day. Also, everyone knows that the college is one hell of a place to live in.
I then remembered the convocation, to be held tomorrow. It was a chance to go back to college, whose victims are forever ensnared as alumni. She never lets them go, for she is the Alma Mater – anagram of ‘Lama Tamer’.