Visiting to Grandparent's

Mandalay, next to Ayeyawady River.,.

......The motor launch skimmed over the wide expanse of foaming waters of the Ayeyawady River.The city of Mandalay faded away in the distance. I turned my gaze towards the range of wooded hills with golden and white pagodas embosomed high in tufted trees. I could see turrets of the colonnaded stair-ways among the thick growth of neem trees. I was beside myself with excitement, for there was so much to see. All around the launch small flat-bottomed boats flitted over the surging waters like birds; and "birds" they are called in Myanmar . The prow was painted to represent the beak of a bird. I nestled against my grandfather, whose patient replies could not keep pace with my eager question.
........The pagoda-crested hills loomed closer. Ba Ba Gyi (grandfather),for this was how I called my grandfather, made me sit down and took my palms in his , I knew exactly what I should do.I put my palms together like a lotus bud and raised them to my forehead; and directing my gaze to the pagoda on the hills , I recited:
I take refuge in the Buddha,
I take refuge in the Dhamma,
I take refuge in the Sangha.
.........Ba Ba Gyi (grandfather) smiled and said "well done". This ritual of saying prayers as we came nearer our home town was a happy prologue to the glorious days I was going to spend with my grand-parents.
..........My maternal granfather lived in Sagaing, a large town in central Myanmar. An old city of monarchical days, she lies on the bank of the Ayeyawady River, opposite the city of Mandalay, the last seat of the Myanmar Kings. My happiest memories are associated with Sagaing, where my parents stayed whenever my father managed to get a long leave from the police force in which he was serving as an officer. Whenever we came up there Ba Ba Gyi came and met the family at Madalay, from where we took the ferry launch. It was decades before the handsome Inwa Bridge, which now joins the two towns was constructed.
Ba Ba Gyi's house,.

.......Life at Ba Ba Gyi's place was quiet, peaceful and leisurely , being far from the busy streets . The house was an old-fashioned rambling affair built of teak and pyinkadoe, 'Myanmar steel, timber', and the roof was wagut, bomboo slats woven like thatch, which gave the whole house a cool air-conditioned effect. Ba Ba Gyi disdained the foreign-made corrugated iron roofing as unsuitable for the hot dry Upper Myanmar climate. The sight of the dear old home filled me with happiness and I fell into the arms of my May May Gyi (Grandmother) waiting for us at the gate.

Introduction of Blog

I'ld like to introduce with my blog. This blog is about a beautiful land of charming, hospitable people who always greet the vistor with a cheery smile. The smile instandly ripens into a hearty laugh, and in no time, host and guest are laughing together over a cup of tea and traditional jaggery sweets. :)

It's Pagodas, centres of social and cultural activities.

Come to think of it, the joy and happiness of our people is derived from and closely bound up with our practice of way of life. The whole aim and purpose of the READING is to train our mind, keep it under control and gain mastery over lobba or Desire , our Dosa or Aversion and Moha or Delusion, so that they become weaker and weaker until they are finally eradicated or at least power-less to threaten our peace and happiness . This is the secret of our happiness , our fortitude, our stay, protecting us from all our turmoils and tribulations, and this is the whole theme of the present volume "Colourful Inlay lake in Myanmar". It provides the key to getting to know our country and people. You will find articles that describe the variour seasonal festival in April, have a flavour of flok culture and tradition. :D :D