N 101  How Shans celebrate the end of Buddhist Lent (Thadingyut )

Among the most celebrated religious days the Thadingyut ( end of Buddhist lent which usually falls in October )is the most significant and important one. Buddha in his time is said to spend lent in Tavatimsa which is the abode of celestial beings, preaching to his late mother who was one of them.

On the full moon night of Thadingyut the Lord was to descend to earth (Singatha

nagou ) accompanied by his entourage of high ranking monks and sanghas.To welcome the Buddha to earth people built gold and silver and ruby stairways decorated  lavishly and brilliantly with lights.

In commemoration of this event the people of Myanmar celebrated Thadingyut in this way by lighting their homes and environments and religious places. This  festival is celebrated for three days when schools and workplaces are closed and everybody enjoys some holidays. 

In our Shan State on the eve of the full moon day men of the household prepare to build a small stage or platform with four bamboo poles and split bamboos. It has a floor and the sides except the front is covered partially with woven bamboo strips called yarzamat. At the farther end of the platform a small altar with a Buddha statue is placed. In front of the altar a bowl consisting of a coconut, some bunches of bananas, betel squid, fermented tea leaves, and tobacco are placed as offerings to the Buddha. At night incense and candles are also offered.

On the bamboo poles which hold the platform banana trees, sugarcane leaves, young coconut leaves, paddy plants, flowers and small colour flags are tied decoratively. Under the platform fruits like coconut, oranges, pomeloes, sweet potatoes, sugarcane, bananas, cucumber ,groundnut, and all kinds of fruits are hanged. These all are offerings to Lord Buddha, so as to gain merit and at the same time to get a bountiful harvest of the crops.

On the eve of the full moon day people prepare foods to offer to Buddha early the next morning.The already acquired various fruits and nuts are washed and cleaned and kept together with  jams and biscuits and  snacks. All kinds of sweet potatoes, ripe pumpkin are steamed. Those who have more than enough share with their neighbours.

On the full moon day people get up before dawn to prepare food offerings to Buddha. They peel, they skin, they cut fruits and prepare the hsoon cups with cooked rice as the basic item. Then the fruits, nuts, jams, special snacks and steamed food are arranged carefully over the rice,to form a pretty hsoon offering. Over ten bowls have to be prepared. When these are ready the elder and  the family gather and sit in front of the 4 pole stage and the elder first invited the Lord Buddha to come and reside in the altar to accept the offerings. Then all the family members paid homage to the Buddha and recite prayers.

After the offerings to Buddha are  finished family members do the other offerings with the ready made bowls of food. The most common offerings are made to  Guardian Spirits of the house, the village, the town and the district. And then to deceased parents and grandparents, the guardian spirit of the fireplace, the main gate, the front door, the ladder, the well, the money or treasure box, the rice barn etc. We believe that these are to bring good fortunes and keep the family from bad things.

After the household offerings of the early morning is finished people prepare to go to the village monastery. The people dress themselves in the best attire and with offerings depart for the monastery. Sometimes village people go together in a procession accompanied by ozi boun moung ( drums and gongs ) with tounaya and keinayar dance.

Village people then offered their offeteries to Sanghas and pay homage to them. Then prayers are said and monks give their blessings to the villagers. Merit is shared before libation water is poured and the ceremony comes to an end, when villagers departed for their homes.

After that people, especially young ones started to go around to visit and pay homage to parents , grandparents and elders of the village with offeteries, sometimes with rice and curry packs only. Sticky rice  is wrapped in plantain leaves and the curry is usually minced meat or fish wrapped in plantain leaves and steamed until it is cooked well as is the custom of Shan people. Shan people put much effort in this kind of merit making. They would go to far away places on foot and sometimes last even a month or so.

The festival last 3 days and nights. At nights people light candles and lanterns at pagodas and monasteries and at their homes. Lights can be seen everywhere and people would be in festivities mood. Nowadays there may be a stage show or some kind of entertainment to celebrate the end of Buddhist Lent which is also called the festival of lights

N 100   Our Brethren, the Palaungs of Shan State

During the past 2 days there was a sensation on facebook, caused by a live video posted by an account holder with the name Yuri Miko. She videoed a group of Palaung people of Makmoung Lao, which is between Namsang and Kholam in Southern Shan State, in night time. And she said these Palaung people are maneaters and they are a kind of spirits called kyats.Many people who know the Palaung people including me became outraged by her remarks and so sharing, commenting, counter

attacking, defending the victims, unmasking and scolding the poster overflow into FB pages.

Why…. what had caused these commotions on FB ? Because it is untrue. The Palaungs are one among the 135 ethnic people of Myanmar. They are from the Mon- Khmar race, not like the Shans who are from Tai Shan Tayoke race. But they live in the Shan State only, mainly in the northern parts of Shan State, which centered around the town Namsang.This place is a hilly region and the Palaung there cultivated tea for their livelihood. They are called Shwe Palaung which means golden Palaung and they are more developed than Palaungs residing in Southern Shan State,in townships of Namsang,Kunhing, and Merng Peing.

Palaungs are devout Buddhist and they build big monasteries in their villages. They also like to go for pilgrimage to famous religious places and pagodas. Because they live in remote hilly regions most of them cannot acquire much education. But now schools have reached them and they are starting to send their children to school. Some well to do Palaungs even send their children to boarding schools in towns.

Their main livelihood is cultivation of crops. In the past they grew opium for their living. But now as opium does not fetch good price and maybe because of some other reasons they switched to other crops like maize and corn. Even then some people’s lives are not good enough due to lack of education, their backwardness, and exploitation by more advanced people.

 Some of them had to move to other places because the land they had been living for decades were confiscated from them. While driving from Hsai Moan to Wan Sing near Kholam last March I saw them building new bamboo huts at a place. It was a sign that they had moved from other place. Even now some don’t have a permanent place to settle down, a place to call home.

People living in and around Kunhing township are pitiable. Some maybe well off and own cars, brick houses, motor cycles, and luxurious items, but most of them are poor and underpriviledged.Worse than that some have become addicted to drugs like amphetamine and stimulant pills and have to work as labourers in road making.

The Palaungs have their own language and many can understand the Shan language, though their culture are different from the Shans. They live in long, dark,bamboo and thatched houses.. A family has its own fireplace on one side of the middle pathway. One can count how many families are living in the house by counting the fireplaces.

As for their dresses men wear cotton shirts of vivid colours like green, red and blue, and extremely loose black trousers. Women wear long striped skirts tightened at the chest, which they weave themselves, and wear multicoloured short double breasted jacket for the upper part.The colour of the women’s skirt vary according to the tribes. Some wear black with red stripes and some wear bright purple colour with stripes. Women wear big silver ear studs and wide silver belts around their waist. Both men and women like to chew betel nut wrap and make their teeth black As for the hair men wear their hair long but women shave their head after they get married.

I have been writing about the Palaungs I know to clear the misunderstandings about them caused by the FB post. I have never lived closely to these people, so I don’t know  them intimately. But I believed what I had written is not wrong. Anyway we Shans and the Palaungs had lived side by side peacefully for decades and we know that they are nice, ignorant, simple people.

So I cannot stay silent when I see they were insulted by words. In this case the mistake was done by only one, but the message had done great damage to the Palaung's image, lest people believe what she had said. In the future people using facebook should be careful about what they say or write in their postings. Should refrain from posting about what we don't know well.

N 99   Bagan in My Heart  ( Part 2 )

The first time I went to Bagan was in 1967  I think, in my 4^th year of Uni; but our excursion group met with an accident at Popa and couldn’t continue to Bagan. Later after I worked I led students group( and later Lanzin youths ) for excursion to Burma Proper that included Bagan. So that was the first time I had been to Bagan when I was met by its awe inspiring sight.It captured my heart and can be said love at first sight.

We visited all famous pagodas; The gilded Shwe Zigon , the most visited Ananda with its 4 perfect standing Buddhas, the Sulamani which has the most beautiful architectural design, The Dhammayangyi which is said to be the biggest , the highest Thatbyinyu, Htilominlo, Mahabawdi, in Bagan, and Manuha and Mya Zedi in Myinkaba and many other stupas  and pagodas.  

Many of the big pagodas then have an inner narrow  stairs to the upper tiers and people can get to the top to  look around. I wondered why women should be let to go up as the upper part is higher than the Buddha statues, but now nobody are allowed to go up  to save damaging them.

In those days the places around Bupaya, Shwe Gu Gyi, Thatbyinyu, gawtawpalin , Bagan museum Thiripyitsaya were crowded with houses and shops .So the place was not nice and clean like today.

Hotels were not much popular yet, so we usually stayed at monasteries and zayats. It was rather convenient for us and nobody complained, but were satisfied to see the awesome Bagan.

Judging by the number of pagodas built during that time we assumed that Bagan would have flourished , and the people done  well. The number counted now is 2217. During that time not only  kings and queens and noble people built pagodas but also ordinary people did that. But in my mind it is strange that palaces ( even their foundations ) could not  be found.

Later I visited Bagan many times, sometimes with family, and sometimes with friends.During these times,  sometimes we visited Tant Kyi Taung where we had to cross the Ayarwaddy by watercraft. It is opposite of Lawkananda Pagoda and is on a lofty mountain. On Bagan’s side before entering Bagan is the Tuyin Taung which was built on a hill not far from the roadside.At the foot of the hill there was Mya Kan lake built by King Anawrahta to use its water to irrigate the lands around it. But nowadays  there are  no distinct features of it left.

Though it is hot and dusty it gives people a sense of missing, which in Burmese we called( lwan de) but cannot express  exactly, fully in English .It is a kind of missing, of yearning but to what and to whom we don’t know. We can see famous writers like Zaw Gyi, Min Thu Wun, Mya Than Tint and Maung Thar Cho  express this feeling  in their books , and in their poems. I think many  people who are in Old Bagan feel like this and I am one of them.

And then about its inexplicable  mysteriousness;

Maung Thar Cho wrote

       

   ….. on sleepless nights I would go out with a friend through these pagodas. On these nights the Tamar would smell more strongly….Under the moonlight the greenish htanaung trees looks so mystic…..The standing pagodas and stupas here and there looks as if they are mesmerizing with some magic and I feel as if I am being watched by some supernatural being.

In another chapter the author wrote that while he was riding in a horse cart and passing the Dammaryangyi the driver told him that he dare not go past the pagoda at night because moanings can be heard coming from that direction.The author Nanda Thein Zan also wrote incidents that are not natural in his book.

       

  I believe in soul. So I can understand these things . Bagan is an old, ancient city. Innumerable people had lived and perished in it.Some naturally and some opposite of it. But I am afraid of supernatural things. I won’t dare go out in the night like the author in the book, although I like to see the old city in the daytime.

Bagan is an arid place. Only small bushes and trees like htanaung and tamar can grow in the rusty soil. Without the amazing monuments of worship with their architechural and cultural value, the people of long ago built, the place is worth nothing. But because of these things it is famous all over the world and has become a place of attraction. So we must know its value and cherish it and take care of it ,so that it will last a long time.

N   98  Bagan in my heart

I had been reading a book about Bagan. It was written by author Maung Thar Cho, and the title is “ Lacquer smelling pages of a semi desert “

In the book the author narrated every thing about Bagan; its history written by Burmese historians like Dr Than Tun and also foreign scholars as well.

Beside history with it’s kings the author also wrote some incidents concerning famous and infamous pagodas, about spirits that came into existence during the Bagan era, fable like stories such as Kyansittha and his 3 heroes, , Bagan’s connections with Thiho ( Ceylon ) and also Mount Popa, and poems about Bagan written by famous poets.

And then about steles of which Mya Zedi is the most famous. We know from the book that the 1^st person who discovered it was Dr.E Forchammer, a professor of English from Yangon College in 1886 and that the interpreter was a German scholar Dr. Charles Otto Blagden who worked in Singapore and Indonesia.This made me wonder why it had always been foreigners who discovered old monuments like Angkor Wat, Borobudur, and now our Myazedi Stele. 

We had known all along that Mya Zedi stele was erected by Yarza Kumar , son of Kyansithar and Thambula and it depicted his gratitude to his father. Some paragraphs in the book gave us doubts about Yarza Kumar being the son of Kyansithar and Thambula.

Well…. history cannot be said to be a hundred percent true. Historians have to assemble the facts, clues, relics and sayings handed down from old people to young people to make history. Anyway, true or not true Bagan had been great during its days, that even widows can build pagodas that lasted a thousand years with a number of over 2000.

The author wrote :

This much grand a past

This much majestic a history

This much artful and magnificent bygone days

This much bright and radiant yesterday……

Oh…. Bagan, I value  you as my life

And then he said he loves Bagan; to drink tea from lacquer smelling tea cups, to eat lahpet from a lacquer bowl, to haul water from a well with a lacquer pail and bath, to sit quietly under a hta naung tree encircled  by a red earth footpath, to go and pay homage to serene pagodas with distinquished historical backgrounds. He liked all of these that he had visited Bagan uncountable times.

Another book about Bagan that I like is the book written by Nanda Thein Zan. The title is “ Thoughts about Arimadana still lingering “. I had read and bought it more than once . It was what the author and some friends discussed about Bagan old days which left the author with thoughts.I like the somewhat poetic way that it was written.

So , through what I have read and seen in reality I  also come to like Bagan. I had been to Bagan many times though not as much as the author , but I don’t feel I have had enough of it….

to be continued…..

N 97     Roots  ( Part  2 )

During the day and the next day before returning home to Taunggyi we visited 2 relatives houses.They were my father’s cousins who lived with him when he was alive. But one was gone and so I saw only the daughters that are left. The other one who is in her 80s and still alive remembered me and she told me that when my father was killed she had gone to Panglone to look for his remains but could not find them. ( My mother was nearly to deliver her 3^rd child and so was not allowed to go. ) 

The places we visited were places of worship where people usually go to when they visit a new place. Merng Nai is an old town  and has many old pagodas, some ruined, and monasteries. It is said to be 2000 years or more old and had much communication with Burma Proper. So the pagodas, monasteries, and traditions were much influenced by Myanmar art and culture.

We visited the Rahanda’s footsteps pilgrimage site which is on the roadside before reaching the town, the Loi Lang Monastery which is over a hundred years old, the 12 Dewi cave where steep steps were built around big boulders and rocks. But on reaching the top we can see a small pagoda and look at the magnificent view of the whole town. Around town we visited the Sintaung Pagoda, U Shwe Aung pagoda and another age old monastery.

Thus the reason to visit Merng Nai, my father’s hometown was accomplished. I had seen a part of  Merng Nai as a visitor should see and I had visited some relatives I had not seen before. And then there were one or two things I hadn’t mention before. I also went to visit my grandmother’s old house. It is not an ancestral’s home anymore, but had changed hands. The new owners hadn’t pulled it down completely, but only done renovations to it. They showed us some photos of the old timber house. So…. this was the house my father and his brothers grew up….I thought to myself.

I wondered if my father and mother lived in this house after they were married. I had known that their marriage was not an easy one. It had to be postponed again and again due to the Saopha and mahadewi who are going to be the guardians not free. ( The mahadewi was my mother’s 1^st cousin )They had to go to Kunhing for the wedding. And so lastly the wedding had to be held on a non auspicious day , a warameiktu day. Elders said that was why their marriage did not last long and he had a violent death. But that is fate, we all had to exist according to fate.

One good thing to mention before I conclude this post is that I got our family tree from Sai Nay Lin Htet’s parents. He told my daughter before we visit Merng Nai to go and visit his father who is compiling Merng Nai’s history  Not expecting to get such a valuable document ,we went to visit him. After some chattings about his works he said he had something to show us and got up to get it. Then he came back with a sheet of old paper and gave it to me. I looked at it to see if I can find my father’s name and soon found it.

He knew I was glad to see it and said he would give me a copy of it to me. I was very happy and thankful for it because with this I can pass down to my ancestors about my roots. A part of it from my father’s side. It is invaluable for me. Not because it shows I am a relative of Sawbwas, which did not benefit us, but it shows that we are not nonentity people and should act and live accordingly.

I would like my children, my ancestors to be honest, simple, humble, sincere who would contribute some good deeds to mankind, as I believe my father to be and not the opposite.  

N   96     Roots      Part 1

When a seed is planted the first thing that will happen is roots begin to grow from it . Only after that the stem, and later leaves will sprout and unfold from it to become a plant. So it can be said that the root is the basic or origin of a plant, whereas for people to become someone who we are today, we also have to have origins or roots, which also means ancestors.

When we say ancestors we mean ancestors from both the father and the mother. Because men and all living things cannot be formed from only the male (father ) and female (mother) . So when we say our ancestors we mean ancestors from both the father and the mother’s side.

My mother was  from Kunhing, a small village on the Nampang stream, which is a tributary of the Salween river. Her parents were originally  from Kayhsi Mansam, who had moved to Kunhing to become hein (headman ) of this village , when their younger sister became Mahadewi of Merng Nawng. Other relatives also moved there where the clan became distinquished people.

My father was from Merng Nai. According to fate I had been close and lived near relatives from mother’s side in Kunhing, whereas Merng Nai , my father’s birthplace had been far reaching for me.

My father’s name was Sao Tun San. He was a second cousin of the Saopha of Merngnai.I don’t know much about him, but only what I made of him from my mother’s telling. He was schooled to the 7^th standard, but he could read and write English well. He was intimate with the Haw’s environment and worked as a clerk  once. At one time he had been a supply officer.

He read and had a progressive mind, and came to know that the feudal system existing  in the Shan State was not good for the people. So he became a political activist as a member of the Asian Youth Association and later of Shan State Freedom Party, which oppose the feudal lords.During the Panlone conference he was the organizer of these organizations and was much active.

When there was a problem about Bogyoke Aung San being the representative of the Shan State or not he lead a rally in support of General Aung San to show that he represented the Shan State in Merng Nai.

So the feudal lords came to hate him intensely and prepared to get rid of him. Knowing of the danger he and his comrades were facing they tried to flee into Taunggyi district where the black hands of the feudal lords could not reach them. But they faced some difficulties in crossing the Pawn Stream at Merng Pawn, because there were women in their group. He was captured and taken to Loilem to be jailed there at the police station.

 And then one night by the order of the feudal lords he and one comrade were taken out of the jail, taken in a car and assassinated at a spot between Loilem and Panglone. How were they killed, the family never know and their bodies were never found.

According to what I heard from my mother and some other people my father was a good and kind man, a straightforward man who cared for the well being of the proletariat  and grassroots people.

I think he was the same age as General Aung San. So when he was killed in 1948 he would be only about a few years over 30. I at that time was only 3 years old , one brother 2 years and another one nearing to be born. Anyone can imagine the sorrow and grief my mother had faced during those days.

So in this way my mother became a widow and we were left fatherless. My mother had to go back to Kunhing where her parents were and we became distant from

Merng Nai, my father’s birthplace.

Now , years had passed, and we could not know the exact truth about my father’s assassination. But we bear no grudge on anyone. So when I have to go and check on the restoration work of the pagodas at Wansing and also my daughter wanted to visit Merng Nai , we planned a one night visit to Merng Nai.

One relative Daw Khin Su of Namsang accompanied us with their own car to Merng Nai. As it is only about 30 miles from Namsang it didn’t take long to reach there.

Daw Khin Su took us to visit Daw Ah Mar’s house, but there was only on family member . Nearly all that was left of the once distinquished family had all gone to stay in big cities like Taunggyi and Yangon.

Merng Nai haw was sold to the government and now it is being used as a government office.But we visited the must see emblem of Merng Nai, the copper cow which is a part of Merng Nai history in the haw ground.

As for the Sawbwa’s family there is only one household left and that is the 3^rd wife’s who is the only one to be still alive. But we didn’t see her as she had gone to Yangon We saw only one granddaughter , but could take some photos of the family members including one which I had wanted to take. The old haw which I had never seen anywhere.

N  95 Paing Htande 

The last time I visited Bagan was many years ago . I think it was in 2004 , the year Thailand was hit by a destructive Tsunami. I remember this because when we were in Mandalay at my niece Nang Mya Win May’s house the event was shown again and again in the news on TV.

It had been on my mind to visit Bagan again but could not do so all these years. But this year we (with my daughter’s family )decided to go and we did it . We had planned to visit Paing Htande (Paing toddy palm

hut ) on our way back.

Paing Htande has been a  popular   place like many other attractions through facebook. It is on the way to Kyaukpadaung , not very far from Bagan. So not before long we reached the place. The first thing we saw there was the simple signboard and two tourists buses. On branches of trees that grow in front of the main hut were hung old birds’ nests for decoration.

On entering the hut which is roofed with palm leaves I saw some tables occupied by tourists. The tables and seats are made of crude logs of toddy palms with matted palm leaf coverings. The tourists are sipping and savouring sweet toddy palm juice with some other foods.

On the other side of the hut is the place for displaying and selling of products from this place ,mostly palm juggery and foods made from it.

As we got farther into the hut we saw about 3 fireplaces where women were cooking palm juice to make them into juggery. When the palm juice has become thick due to incessant stirring women take a small amount of it and roll them in their hands to make a ball which Burmese people like to eat as dessert after meals.The lump which they take into their hands is surely hot, but they would be used to it I thought.

My mind wanders to things that I have seen in TV documentaries. To the making of all kinds of foods such as cheese, jams, noodles, wines, chocolates, with ultra modern machines and equipments with the most advanced technologies and I realized how much we were far behind and are still living in the primitive ages. Hmmm…. better not to think about our lives, our situation , our country….

In the backyard, at the farthermost place there are the toilets, clean and usuable, even not modernized ones. And there are also decorations with umbrellas, some flower beds, a boat, a cart, some round huts with palm leaf roofing, where people like to take photos. These are fascinating to the eyes of our people and many are excitingly taking photos with these backgrounds.

At one place there is a plaster statue of a Burmese man and not realizing who it is  I took a photo with it.

Then I came to the table where my family had ordered and eating some food .This part is mostly under gourd vine roofing and we can see big green gourds  dangling from the canopy. We tasted some palm juice and ate some fried gourd fritters. It did not cost much.

While we were eating  I asked some girls who were serving about the place and came to know about the owner whose name is Paing Ba Kyi. They said that his statue is over there and then did I realized the statue I had taken photo with is the owner. I also learned that he lives in the village not far from there and that he owns toddy palm groves and land around there.At present he was on pilgrimage with his family. I told them it is a great idea to create such a rest area to attract people and even tourists who are travelling.

We Myanmar people lacks creativity and new ideas. When someone starts a new business and it becomes successful people will try to copy it. So we can see many rest areas like Paing Htande around Bagan with different decorations now.

And in Bagan I don’t know who started it . But we can see many places where small puppets are hung from branches of trees to make the place attractive and so can sell their wares. People just copy one another’s ideas. A place like Paing Htande would be born out of somebody’s idea which I think is Paing Ba Kyi’s.I presume he is not an educated town folk but a simple farmer who had lived in that arid land growing palm trees and earned his living from them. If some educated businessman from a large city started a business like this it would not be much unusual , but as a simple farmer  who lives in the country,  his idea is something that should be acknowledged and appreciated as an entrepreneur.

N 94  My Annual Visit to Yangon

I don’t remember how many years I have come back to live in Taunggyi. But during these years I usually went to stay in Yangon for the winter, because Taunggyi is too cold in the winter months.

But this year I decided to go later and see if I can braveTaunggyi’s winter. And… I saw I can do it quite well. It is nothing much compared to colder places, not to mention the world’s cold places, but only in our country. Even places like Pinlaung, Namsang, Loilem, Mogok, Momeik, and the Chin Hills are colder than Taunggyi. The temperature at those places are only a little degrees above 0* like 3 or 4 degrees . But I found the indoor temperature in my house is over 10* on colder days. I wonder how people can live in sub zero degrees with snow covering everywhere.

So it was on the 6^th of February that I finally went to Yangon. The main reason was I have to do some paper signing at a bank where we have home loan and I also want to do some medical checking. The paper signing work at the bank was done within a few hours after we reached Yangon.

I did the medical check up the next day. I have some problems with my heart, narrowing of the arteries.. I had planned to check up with my nephew Sai Kyaw Tay Zar who is now a cardiologist. He examined me with echo machine and told me the result is not so bad, to do some more checking after some months and gave me prescriptions for some medicine.

On the 8^th I attended the wedding ceremony of another nephew Sai Kyaw, who is the brother of Sai Kyaw Tay Zar. Sai Kyaw lives in the US and also the bride’s parents and they are going to US after a few days. The wedding was held at the pool side of Sedona Hotel. This was my first time there and everything was nice and pretty for me. The bride and groom, the environment, the preparations and agenda, and also the food. I wish the couple to have a long, happy and pleasant life together in the US.

On the 10^th I attended another wedding which was held at Pandittayama Monastery near our house. Hsun was offered to Sanghas and yogi’s , and guests were treated with buffet lunch in commemoration of their wedding. The bride Aye Aye Myint is my daughter’s friend and we also met with some other friends at the ceremony.

The next day we had a gathering of friends whom we had lived together in Kunhing. Not many of them but only five. We had lunch together at my house, and we talked about our past and present lives. To meet friends and having some talks is a pleasant and happy thing to do. It is nice because it means that we are still alive and can go about, even some including me are not quite well and healthy enough. We cannot meet like this if we are gone forever. Next year if I am well enough I will have a more bigger gathering with people whom we lived together in Kunhing.

When I didn’t go out I did some dusting and cleaning at home. Because the house had undergone major alterations and repairs there is dust everywhere, but this time it was a lot better. I did some organizing of the wardrobes in my room and the book cabinets.

As I love books I collected some starting  from long ago. I still have Reader’s Digest and novels from my school days and Time magazines of 40 years ago. I keep my books in cabinets with unsystematic catalogues. Whether systematic or not I can know how many books I have and how many I have lost (but I don’t have many ).  I have lost more during  my absense but  I don’t let this trouble me. Anyway nothing is permanent in this world, but it is distressing that my children, my grand children are not reading books anymore.  (Exception…Nang Nang and Naung Naung who has started to read , but they read English books only )

I had asked my granddaughter Baby to send me to bookshops and she did so one Thursday when she didn’t have tuition. Because we left late and of traffic it was time to eat lunch when we reached downtown. So I was taken to 800 bowls Restaurant where we had noodles and dumplings. Then we went to Sarpay Beikman , the Goveernment’s bookshop where I bought some books to take home.

A short walk on the platform around there brought me memories of long ago. When I was young I liked walking on the platforms where there are vendors selling everything. I would walk on these platforms tirelessly looking at inexpensive things and buying some upon seeing things I needed. During this short walking I saw a book I had wanted( Pascal Khoo Thwe’s From the Land of Green Ghost …. a book I had read its translation and had liked )and I bought it happily. Though I had wanted to go to other bookshops I cannot do so because to go from one place to another in the downtown area is not a simple and easy thing to do but a complicated and time consuming thing .

I didn’t want to go back home without visiting at least one new shopping mall. So I was taken to Junction City . It was my first visit there and upon entering it I couldn’t help mention that it looks like a shopping mall in  neighbouring foreign countries.It is a modernized one with some garden like decorations and a plant wall where people were taking photos.But most shops are selling branded items and the prices are not cheap.

Many shopping malls like this one are sprouting here and there around Yangon . And we are hearing that our country is facing economic recession at the moment. But there also is a wide gap between the rich and the poor. So shopping malls and branded things will be for the elite, the rich and the upper class people only.

I had posted about my one and only visit to Signature restaurant on the bank of Kandawgyi Lake in my facebook account. So my daughter and her friend commented they will send me again when I come to Yangon the next time.And they really did send me there on the last day of my stay. I don’t like to go out much ,but it is nice to do so sometimes. We ate those foreign foods and took pictures with the nice surroundings there. The pleasant weather and environment,the food , the relaxation I had, all are great experience for me. Thank you…Ying, and Hnin Yu Khine for sending me to a nice place like this. Let us go to another nice place when I come again next year……