2017, January, downtown Yangon
LIN was thinking about the author C. J Richards and asking the same question again and again because the curiosity was gnawing his conscience. He really wanted to find out about this author’s life such as where he was born, where he was educated, why he chose to come to Burma, etc.
Even he tried to find the author on G****e, but only a few facts appeared. He was wondering where this author spent his life after his retirement from I.C.S (Indian Civil Service) in 1947 just before the country Burma (now it is called Myanmar) gained its independence in 1948.
Lin was placing the poetry book on his lap, and staring into the distance from the balcony which was on the sixth floor of the downtown building on 40th Street. Although he was at the balcony, he felt no stirring of wind. So, he thought that it was another rather hot day in January.
Actually, this was not his apartment, but it was his friend Oo’s. Unconsciously, Lin looked at the bright blue sky with lesser clouds on that day. The light made his eyes pricking so that he diverted his gaze to the surrounding buildings until he saw some old buildings on his left and they were with rusty corrugated roofs to which TV antenna and satellite dishes were fixed.
To his right, he noticed a small banyan tree twining to the aged wall of the building. It was so sure that if the tree was not cut, it would break its roots inside the building. Suddenly, he felt that looking at them made his mind more barren, and being void at heart.
Lin thought that why people became less creative and careless concerning their environs and neighborhood, some of the buildings unpainted, and trees uncut. He thought that it might be the monotony that made them dull, and dumb. Thinking about that, he exhaled.
Lin normally came down to meet Oo who lived in this apartment alone. Like Lin, Oo was also interested in books and literature. Some of their common friends called them LitDuo behind their backs. Both of them accepted it as a compliment. They both had only one intention: reading books and discussing literature.
Lin relaxed his tight grasp on the rail and retreated to the parquet flooring living room where a light green settee and a low-level glass panel table were situated after standing at the balcony for nearly twenty minutes.
On one wall, there was a 4-foot by 3-foot oil medium painting titled “Solo Dance” by a Myanmar artist. The other wall was occupied by a four-layered bookshelf on which English novels and Myanmar fiction books lied properly.
When Lin slumped down on the settee, Oo with a broad smile came out with a cup of tea, and a dish of cookies for Lin. Oo put them down on the table and took his seat across Lin. Lin picked up a cup of tea and sipped it, tasted well so that he asked Oo where he bought the tea.
Oo readily said that it was from Seit Tein Kya tea house, one of the best teashops in the city. Lin nodded his head and put it down later. Lin closed his poetry book and put it beside him. Oo noticed that Lin wanted to say something to him when Oo saw a sudden frown on Lin’s face.
Lin opened the discussion about C.J Richards with Oo who nodded and attentively listened to Lin’s active explanation.
“You know, this poet names our country “Rainbow Land”. How true it is, Oo! You know we have different nationals so that he uses the metaphor for that. How suitable it is!”
“As soon as I read his poem “Rainbow Land”, I can see his sentiment towards our country,” remarked Lin.
Oo knew that Lin was excited about what he felt towards the poet. As their ages were in their late-twenties, they liked to read good literature books, and both of them knew that reading books on Burma in English version could give them knowledge about their hidden country's history.
For Lin, he hoped for someone who could represent Myanmar Literature in the global context because whenever he read the literary reviews in Time Magazine, he found the success of the writers from neighboring countries including Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, India, China, and so on.
In his mind, he wished that there should be a writer who could tell about Myanmar to the outside world in the universal language, especially in English. Then, Myanmar authors would place themselves in the international writer’s circles.
When he related this to Oo, Oo leaned his back against the settee and just laughed out, “How wonderful your idea is, Lin! You’re incredible. It’s none of your business. Just enjoy the creation of other writers. You know how famous the Japanese author Murakami is.”
And Oo continued, “Have you known that the Kite Runner’s author is from Afghanistan? Here, we have got only Nu Nu Yi (Innwa) for her book published in the States after she won Asian Literary Prize. Do you envy their success?”
Upon it, Lin protested, “No, Oo. I don’t mean it. I just want to have a place for Myanmar authors in the international literary context.”
Oo sorted out, “You may be right, Lin. But, you already know our present situation. The politics is still complex. Literature stands second to politics.”
“Then, what about freedom of expression?” asked Lin.
“What do you mean “Freedom of expression”?” “You mean that we don’t have any more censorship board, and you can write whatever you want.” “Yes, you can, but you have to be responsible for what you write,” retorted Oo.
“Friend, take it easy. One day there will be Myanmar authors who can enjoy international success,” said Lin easily.
When he said these, a wry smile appeared in Oo’s face with glistened eyes on which Lin was reading the meaning of it.
During the time, across the building, on the rail of the opposite apartment’s balcony, a crow was alighting and cawing heartily.
2017, January, Downtown YangonIT was Saturday. Lin was free from his job. Lin sat at the desk, looking out from the window, staring at the coconut trees which flanked their house fence. On the desk, there were a box for pens and a book was open on the table. It seemed that Lin was reading a book.Lin was looking at the stirring palm leaves of the coconut trees which bore a clump of several coconut fruits. His glance moved from coconut trees to the sky which was sky blue and clear. It seemed that today would be fine.Last night his uncle U Thein Lwin related some history of Rangoon. It was a very interesting topic his uncle told him. It was also remarkable. Rangoon was used to call Dagon in Myanmar King and Mon King’s times.When King Alaungpaya won Dagon city from Mon’s hands in 1755, he changed the name into “Yangon”, which means “End of Strife”. But to the ears of British, they prefer to pro
2017, January, Downtown YangonLIN went over to Oo’s place on the next day to retrieve his poetry book as soon as the day came in. He did not sleep well last night. He was worried about the loss of the book and his mind was tittered with whether he would get it again or lose forever.A boiled pea seller’s cry from the street outside pierced through Lin’s bedroom to wake up his sleep which he got from late in the early morning. Even the sun rays passing through his window already shone on the wooden floor. Lin sat up on his bed with a little bit drowsy.Lin’s bedroom was strewn with books, lying on the floor because he liked to pile the books on the floor. But, his uncle U Thein Lwin preferred keeping books on shelves to place them on the floor.He glanced at the table clock which said seven-thirty. He thought that he should go to Oo’s apartment after taking a bath. When he finished taking a bat
2017, January, YangonTWO weeks had gone. Lin did not get any news from Oo, and he started to feel frustrated and it was hard to concentrate on the job at this state of mind. He wondered what he should do. He was waiting for Oo’s call all the time. But, he was trapped in his threat to Oo. If Oo could not find the similar book, their friendship would be an end.Lin got back home from his job, going around the downtown book stores to collect book orders for next delivery. With heaviness in mind, he felt a little bit tired. At the entrance of the house, Lin paused for a while, with his head downward, trying to control his agitated and wandering mind.When he got inside the house, his uncle U Thein Lwin greeted Lin, and called him to come over to him. “Lin, come over here. Here some tea for you.”Lin approached his uncle with slow paces and he sat down beside his uncle’s armchair. Then, his uncle inquired soft
2017, February, Golden Valley, YangonTHE taxi dropped Lin and Oo at the gate which said No. 35, Golden Valley. Oo pressed the bell at the gate. Before their eyes, they saw some padauk trees with thick foliage were standing quietly.The compound was spacious, and quiet, being free from the noises of downtown Yangon. Within minutes, a doorman appeared at the gate and ushered them in.Oo said, “We came here to see U Aung Aye Myint.”When they entered the living room from the balcony, Lin noticed a wooden settee in it. They both sat down on rattan chairs and waited for U Aung Aye Myint. During the time, they both browsed their eyes around the living room.On the wall facing them, they saw an oil painting depicting the natural beauty of Bagan in silhouette but they could not figure out who the painter was. They both were feasting their eyes on it, feeling wonderful at the artwork done by one of Myanmar art
I.CECIL John Richards (C.J.Richards) went back to England in 1947 after I. C. S (Burma) was dissolved from service. This was also a chance to live again with his wife and sons to lead a peaceful family life.He chose a place in Swarraton in Hampshire where the surroundings were peaceful and quiet and its environs reminded him of Burma and its people. Swarraton is a small village in the City of Winchester district of Hampshire, England. It lies three miles (5km) from New Alresford. Its nearest railway station is in New Alresford, on the Mid-Hants section of the London and South Western Railway.The locality of the place was much suited to him because he could also visit his old colleagues and friends who served in Burma as I.C.S and they would meet regularly on weekends to relate their old days in Burma.He had lived in Burma for over three decades and served well up to D. C (District Commissioner), starting from a settleme
1920-21, RangoonEveryone on Bibby Liner became agitated when the ship was entering the channel of Rangoon River. They felt less worried after passing the famous, dangerous reef at the mouth of the river. The channel became less perilous after Captain Frazer planned to build the lighthouse at the point chosen by Scottish Light House Engineer who happened to be the uncle of famous author Robert Louis Stevenson.Also, Cecil was excited so that he closed the book he was reading. His excitement became more intense when he beheld the golden spire from the starboard of the ship he was in. He knew that in a few hours, he would be arriving in Rangoon. He saw other passengers standing very near to the rail, looking ahead of them.Some white handkerchief dropped from someone’s hands and was flipping across by the wind until it finally landed onto the surface of the water. Cecil was looking after it and his eyes went down to the water
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2019, March, Yangon With panting and perspiring, Lin woke up suddenly after having dreamt a bad dream. The room was dark and so, he was trying to fumble a jar of water and a cup beside his bed to cool him down. He found the jar and poured water into the cup and drank it after turning on the light bulb. Soon, he felt at ease. When he watched the clock, it said half-past one.He was fully awake and he knew that sleep would not come easily to him in this situation. He did not also want to lie down on the bed again. He stood up from the bed and walked outside. He tiptoed out of his room because he did not want to disturb his uncle’s sleep. When he was out of the house, Lin inhaled fresh air fully.He walked to and fro in front of the house for a while before he sat down on a charpoy under a mango tree. He was looking up at the night sky and found a crescent moon and several stars. Apparently, they were looking down at him. The who
2019, March, a literary event at Pansodan Scene, Yangon On Saturday, a week away from Valentines’ Day, Eli called Lin to come down to Pansodan Scene for a literary event and she thought that it would interest Lin. Lin reached Pansodan Scene at around 11 to attend the literary event.At first, he did not know what the event was. Later, when he entered the room, he saw “James Joyce’s event” organized by an Irish poet who lived in Yangon. When Eli saw Lin, she called him to sit beside her on a bench.Lin readily joined Eli who introduced him to the Irish poet who was also M.C of the event and the organizer of the event. The Irish poet extended his hand to Lin who shook his hands with him.Soon, the event opened and Lin saw some writers including Myanmar writers and foreign writers who would read some extracts from James Joyce’s works. For Lin, James Joyce's Dubliners always inspired Him. He really envied his li
2019, February, a literary walk, downtown YangonLin thought that on Sunday, he should take a literary walk in downtown Yangon. It was a part of his future plan because he would begin a literary walk around downtown. He needed to know some spots that were related to literary history and themes He discussed his plan with his uncle who told him that it was a good idea and encouraged him to do it pronto.. . .On Sunday, Lin left his house for downtown. While he was walking in the downtown streets, he asked this question, as for a Yangonite, what would be the best thing he or she could expect in a city like Yangon, formerly known as Rangoon, apart from its burgeoning gorgeous restaurants, and splendid bars.Apparently, Yangon was never devoid of the fun and excitement any city dweller was looking for. In the downtown area, there were several colonial buildings that still maintained their grandeur and significance to visitors and vie
2019, February, Valentines’ Day, YangonLin would meet Eli on Valentines’ Day and Eli was quite happy about it. So, she exclaimed, “Valentine’s Day!” What thrilling word for me. Eli thought. She knew that this year Valentine’s Day would be really special for her because Lin and she became a couple, a month ago.It was such a happiness she felt when they found out they loved each other, especially reading his poem. She thought that one of the most blessed moments of their life was loving and understanding each other.She knew that Lin would love her sincerely because he must have spent much time to write a poem to court her. Every time, they met, he showed much care about her. Not a single time, he missed that task of taking care of her.Eli noticed that Lin all the time glanced at her whenever they met but he never came too close, and he kept his own distance. At first, he seemed a little bit far from h
2019, January, A Talk on Foreign Writers, Freelance Writer’s Club, YangonIt had been two days since Lin arrived back in Yangon from Mandalay's trip. When he went to the journal office, Editor John told him that there would be a literary talk organized by Freelance Writer’s Club.Editor John asked Lin whether Lin wanted to take part in it or not. If he was willing to participate, John could arrange for that. It would start on coming Saturday. Lin thought for a while and he agreed to take part in it. He told John that he would talk about foreign writers who ever visited Yangon (then known as Rangoon).John agreed that and he asked Lin to prepare a PowerPoint presentation. Lin counted the days and learned that it was five days away. When he left the office, he called Eli to come down to FWC on coming Saturday at about 10 am and he invited Oo and Pan Che to attend.. . .When Lin got back home, he took out some books
2019, January, A Trip to MandalayIn the first week of January, Lin’s uncle U Thein Lwin told Lin that he would go to Mandalay and he would like Lin to accompany him. They would go there by train. Lin called Eli and Oo that he would go on a trip to Mandalay on the second week of January and he would be back in three or four days.He told them that he would bring Htoe Mote (a kind of Myanmar delicacy) and Lapet (picked tea leaves) for them as souvenirs. Eli said Lin should take care of his health and she would come to see him off at the train station. Later, Lin called his editor John and explained to him that he would also visit some interesting places in Mandalay and he would contribute some stories of them to the journal after his trip. His editor agreed and so, Lin felt quite happy.. . .On the day when Lin left for Mandalay, at the train station, Eli arrived and saw him off. His uncle U Thein Lwin asked him wh
2018, December, New Year’s Eve, YangonOn the cab, Eli was thinking about Lin who gave her a poem on Christmas Night. She looked around to see Lin who was standing and waving at her at the corner. On the way home, she was so excited that she did not remember the time when she got home.On that night, she could not sleep well after reading the poem. It was so well-written and it could express the real feeling of Lin towards her. She was reflecting when she got firstly met Lin. Pan Che introduced her to Lin who was energetic and hard-working.She also liked his style and his relentless endeavor. She read the poem again and again until her eyes seemed droopy and finally, she slept. In the dream, she saw Lin who smiled down at him while he was extending his hand that she grasped.Soon, they were in a park, all beautiful flowers around them with butterflies flapping their colorful wings while both of them were enjoying the sceneries. At
2018, December, downtown YangonLast night, when he came back from the classical music concert at Chatrium Hotel, Lin could not sleep well because he was thinking about Eli. He thought that he had fallen in love with her. But, he could not reveal his real feelings to her because he thought that their friendship could be ruined if he disclosed his feeling towards her.He was rolling over the bed, sighing several times. He thought that he should talk it with Oo who would be back in Yangon tomorrow after their honeymoon trip. He wondered what Oo would say about that. He felt a little bit worried because if things went wrong, he could lose friends.Finally, an idea entered his head and he sat upon his bed before he went over to his table. He picked up a pen and wrote a poem. He felt that his feelings were dripping into the tip of the pen. It took nearly half an hour to finish the poem that he intended to give Eli.He felt satisfied now. At ab
2018, December, Chatrium Hotel, YangonLin was longing to meet his friend Oo and Pan Che who would be back on the morning of Christmas Day. When he called them, they said that they were now in Dawei and they would take tomorrow’s morning flight to fly back to Yangon.These days he had several assignments and appointments because the editor John told him that their media company would publish a weekly journal soon. He was happy for being busy but he thought that he would have less time to meet friends.At that time, a phone call came in and he picked up to hear Eli’s voice. Eli said, “Lin, it’s Eli. Are you free this evening around 7 p.m? I would like to go to a classical music concert at Chatrium Hotel. Can you accompany me there?”When Eli called, Lin was sitting at his writing desk and he was about to finish his last article on contemporary Myanmar art. He quickly replied, “Sure, Eli. I am free this e