May 15, 2019

Vijaya

In QuyNhon, the site of the ancient Cham city of Vijaya. Many sites and ruins still remain.

Vijaya

Vijaya

Travel Vietnam
May 11, 2019

Water by the street

As it gets hotter, in our Burma, some kind folks place water by the street. The passerby is welcome to take a drink. When I was a kid, I lived in Rajasthan. In the summer months, wealthier people would fund building a small hut shaped water kiosk. They would hire local women to dispense water via a small opening in the shed. Back then they used earthen pots to cool the water. The water had a distinct earthy taste. Now they use plastic containers; the water feels boring.

Water by the street

Myanmar Yangon
April 30, 2019

Cine Lux and the Ahp

Ciné Lux built in the late 1930s has closed down. I used to cross the busy intersection here to reach my home at street 172. They always showed Thai or Khmer horror movie - I learnt about the Ahp (a South East Asian ghost in the shape of a floating woman’s head with internal organs trailing behind, also knows as Krasue in Thailand) via the posters here. It could be an excellent location to shoot a horror film now. Maybe there is an Ahp inside.

Cine Lux in Phnom Penh

Cambodia Phnom Penh Movies
April 16, 2019

Tags: Saigon, Travel

She is prettiest at night

I have a lover, and she is prettiest at night.

Saigon at night

Saigon at night

Saigon at night

Saigon at night

Saigon at night

Saigon at night

March 16, 2019

Egg and onion prata in Singapore

Once in a while it is good to be in Singapore and try the local food.

Egg Onion Prata

Egg Onion Prata

Food Singapore
March 8, 2019

Forced patriotism

So I read that Indian Airlines is being asked by the government to end their announcements with a patriotic slogan Jai Hind” (hail India). Reminds me of the time in my school in India of 1980s. The latecomers and other offenders in our school were made to stand in a row with their palms outstretched. The discipline teacher would then walk along the row, striking the palms with a cane. It hurt, especially in the winters.

I had developed a strategy to make this experience less stressful whenever I happened to be in the offenders row for the day. Though often getting into trouble for questioning the wrong map” of the nation in our geography text, just as an ardent atheist turns religious before an exam, I too would pretend that I was a patriotic spy who has the misfortune of being captured by the enemy. As the cane weilding teacher came closer to me, I would imagine that she was the enemy interrogator.

Teacher, raising the cane and ready to strike Will you be late to school again?”
I imagined the teacher as a Chinese or Pakistani secret service interrogator. I subtitled her word as Tell us the secret of your country”
The cane come down and struck the palm…
Me wincing in pain nevvverrrr”. I followed it up by inaudible mumbling I will never tell you the secrets of my country, Jai Hind”. The hail India” at the end gave me just enough strength to bear the pain.
As the teacher moved on to the next offender, our brave and patriotic spy remained defiant, only to plot the next anti-national mischief.

Patriotism indeed is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

Forced Patriotism

A few years later, after I had watched the James Bond movie Octopussy, I used to mumble Generel Orlov’s last words whenever I was admonished by the teacher, But tomorrow, I shall be a hero of the Soviet Union”.

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