My Myanmar Days Ep 5: My beloved ရန္ကှန္ (Yangon)

Rangoon By Burmese Poet Moe Way (Translated by Ko Ko Thett) I hear the bells and, all is well.It’s 1 AM or 2 AM. I can’t sleep.In Rangoon, whenever an old house israzed, I walk into one street, andyet another.How curvy, and convoluted!I still hear the bells, and all is well.Everything will be renewed someday,…

My Myanmar Days Ep 2: My days as a nun

In Myanmar, it is a custom for young Buddhist girls to enter temporary nunhood or get ordained as a novice monk for boys. My family being a Buddhist also meant that it was imminent that one day soon we will have to shave our heads and so we did one summer. Turned out I was…

My Myanmar Days Ep 1: Secret Video Tape Rental Annexes

Recently I started talking to a friend and he has a really good way of drawing out my very fond memories of growing up in the 1990s Myanmar. Since then I have been thinking a lot about the uniqueness and the gift of being born Myanmar and growing up in Yangon. So I decided that…