Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The apology of Burmakin IV


“Venerable Nagasena, do all the Bodhisattvas give away their wives and children, or was it only Vessantara?”

“All of them do.”

“But do those wives and children consent to it?”


“The wives do but the children do not due to their tender age.”

“But was it then a meritorious deed if the children were terrified and cried at being given away?”
(The debate of Milinda, the King of Pakistan, 100 BC)

Like the laughing lotuses,
which surpass the beauty of the stars mirrored in the water,

Exposing so fully

To the curious gaze of the radiant Moon

With its groping rays

For the delightful titillation (of renouncing).

(Queen Maddi to Vessantra on the way to Vankagiri after his donation of four horses of their chariot to four Bhramins)

King of Angels: My son, I lost this battle to Asuras. I lost your Grand Madam back to my enemies’ hands. However, the words of wisdom I learnt from my archrival enemy, Paharada recompenses all these losses. This is his apology (= defense) for the (rational) reason of Vessantara’s extraordinary actions that are commonly perceived as completely irrational.

(N.B: Vessantara is the future Gautama Buddha in his penultimate life before Buddha’s final life enlightenment)

Burmakin: In general, I can agree with you that Vessantara’s actions are inhumane, too much self-centered on gaining his omniprescient wisdom, and ignoring his moral responsibilities as a father for Jali and Kanhajina, and as a husband for Maddi. What did Paharada say?

Paharada: Ha ha ha, Marga. Before you are suing my Lord as an irrational man, let’s me ask you what is the meaning of the name of Vessanstara?

King of Angles: Why not I can? This is the name given by his mother who actually had been my principle consort in Heaven, Queen Phusati. Yes, she named him Vessantara, as he was born at a place of a commercial centre in their capital. The name, Vessantara means “merchant”, who are the warriors of the market, the architects of economy, the dudes of rationality, and the perfect examples of profit maximization in human nature.

Paharada: Well, this is the signification of all Bodhisattvas to be always paradoxical throughout their life. He, himself has the name, Vessantara, “the merchant”, for he has a purpose to fight against the mercantilism of those rational human beings.

King of Angels: The merchant’s psychology is an instrumental psychology inherent in human beings. All humans are instrumentally overwhelmed by desires to gain a profit and all their actions are always driven to have maximal utility values. This can be regarded as an undeniable fact in humanity. Economically, an action that can minimize your loss and get the maximal benefit from it is considered as a rational action by those instrumental human beings.

Paharada: You sound like that you also despise pragmatism of the mortal humans. Yes, they are just the craven to overprotect their own vulnerability, and to corrupt as much as they can to materialize their actions into enjoyable benefits. It seems to me that you also understand very well about the fact that Vessansara has a moral obligation to prove that this invincible psychological streak of instrumentalism of mortal men as a rational being is essentially on a wrong track. Adherence to instrumentalism will make those mortals so kinky in their justification of paving their ravenous means for achieving their desired ends.

Well, Marga, you probably have known it. Charity of a Boddhisattva is based on this critical purpose that is to fight SELF, your ego. The prima facie reason for charity of Bodhisattvas is not for giving but for renouncing. Charity is the prior principle of the ten perfection practices of Bodhisattva. Unless you have the courage enough to drop off what you have for the sake of others, how someone could be testified as an affirmative would-be-Bodhisattva? If the one who will claim the non-self principle to the whole universe has no courage to struggle against my SELF, my food, my money, my shelter, my wife, my son, my family, my race, my army and my country etc., how can the listeners have a heart to believe that this apparently ego-centered man’s principle is right.

King of Angels: Right. I have no suspect for his willingness to uncover the lid of closed humanity to show what it really is. However, I need to criticize his methods as too principle-centered to be regarded either as a rational action or with a morally sound reason. He should have possessed a sympathetic and fair heart. He should have respected the rights of an individual. I will say that his moral obligation is centered on utilitarian values. Apparently he has favoritism towards saving the whole lot of those ignorant people. On the other hand, he violated the fundamental rights of his own children, and wife.

Paharada, could you say that it is fair for those innocent children and the submissive Maddi: as they are only three in number so they should sacrifice their own integrity of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness for the supreme happiness that is to be enjoyed for the numbers of people that Bodhisattva intended to save?

I respect his great willingness to help the humanity but I can’t agree with his principle for doing such unfair action towards minority as small numbers. Humanity is not mathematics. The end (the whole bunches of people to be able to be saved) is not supposed to justify the means (sacrificing three persons) in this case. Even if this is for the purpose of helping the whole society as an unrivalled Messiah, this shouldn’t be done as moral imperative strictly prohibits it. Even though he is to become the Savior to us, in any event, he is not entitled to violate the ethical principles of humanity as fairness, justice and equality. I will sue that he only has the compassion for the numbers. He has not yet possessed a true compassion, as his actions are apparently not fair and equal to this very small number of people.

Paharada: OK, Marga. Let’s me set up a metadrama for critical reasoning about your argument. If your Tavatainta soldiers are injured in the war, who is the main surgeon for treating the warrior patients in your military hospital?

Marga: Well, we built a military hospital near a blessed great pond that is bestowed to us from the merit of my third consort, Sunanda. The pond is also named after her name and so it is for name of the military hospital. And she is the in-charge surgeon in this Sunanda hospital where our warriors could find some solace among those wrecks of wars. She is the caring mother for those devas who are injured, life-threatened, and suffering brain or heart deaths during the war.

Paharada: Let’s us do a thought experiment. Suppose that at one night, Sunanda is trying to survive a nearly brain death patient suffering from allergy. Five warriors who lost their organs get to your hospital emergency department. Suppose that these five warriors need the organ transplants immediately. The probability of surviving the nearly brain death patient is less than 1%. And this going to die patient’s body is perfect enough to support the organs of five warriors who are seriously in need of organ transplant within exacting five minutes or so. But the patient has not died yet and probably he would have been in coma for a few more days. Will you suggest that Sunanda should dissect this allergic patient's body to deliver his organs to those five wounded soldiers for saving their lives.

(To be cont. What is the rational reason of Vessantara Bodhisattva for renouncing his family? To overcome the causation of irrationality of humans, Intimacy)

Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Middle Way II

Story continued from Stinging Satires II:

Stepped in a hurry is the Minister of Vague Information and Antirational Thinking Enforcement, Kyaw Hsan, a short statured guy with an enormous bald head. The Burmese junta stops dancing.

“Please, Your Royal Highness, this lowly worthless creature begs your royal pardon for his unpardonable stupid interruption. This time, I have truly good news. We have caught him with all his pervert colleagues!”

His Royal Highness, PFO, frowned for a moment. “Fool. Who did you catch? A duckling from Rangoon Kandaw Gyi (Great Royal Pond)?”

“No Excellency. It is the heretic, Great One. With a menagerie of animals-a bull, a karaweik, a peacock and a grandiloquent lady from New York. This pervert and his clandestine animal group has been infecting our people with ugly rumors that your majesty’s holy slogan, Humanity is the body is fraudulent. Right now the pervert is chained to the wall in the antechamber of Traders’ Hotel, your majesty’s unaffected archeological sanctuary office palace in the Burmese Saffron Revolution. Shall I bring him in?” The minister bends his fluffy weasel-face into a sycophantic grin.

A smile briefly flickers across his Royal Highness’ visage. “Bring the dog in”.

The prisoner, ragged and bruised, but unrepentant, is brutally flung to the floor at PFO’s feet. “What is your name, dog, and who is your breed?” Rising to his feet and defiantly brushing the dust off his tunic, the prisoner looks his persecutors straight in the eye and proudly answers, “My name is Bamakin. I descend from an ancient line that traces its roots back to the 1988 students’ uprising in Burma. My ancestor was the prophet, Burmakin the Great”.

His Royal Highness, the servants, Burmse military junta and the Minister Kyaw Hsan, cloud over with uncertainty and fear, but recovering their poise, they laugh dryly. PFO talks. “Well, we now know how your ancient lineage has gotten you. But your existence offends us. The only question is how to eliminate your existence”.

The Burmese junta whispers to PFO. “Supreme Sir, we have time to execute him. Let’s me admonish you an inconvenient truth. The life streak of your lasting holy dictatorship depends upon how we can break down the psychology of a man rather than annihilating him completely from the public scene. We need to learn how he militates against our sacred slogan, Humanity is the body.

PFO nodded his head clueing the Burmese junta to begin his interrogation.

“My son, I am sympathized that your age is too young to be executed in the Black Hole at this sunset. For what kind of reason, you do have the courage to militate against the Supreme Sir’s invincible slogan, Humanity is the body”, the junta queued with a tone of half-malice and half-uncertainty.

“No, Humanity is not the body. This slogan is the misguidance, a blocking stone and opaque darkness to humanity, as worthless as a wanton woman’s promise.” Bamakin blows so harsh words.

“My son, be careful about your words. Everything in the universe doesn’t happen without our body. Your eyes are for the purpose of seeing, your ears are for the purpose of listening, your nose is for the purpose of sensing a smell, so and so for your six senses. Nothing in the universe happens to you without your nerves. Humanity is just the nerves. That is so simple to be noticed by any human sage before the Great Sir has risen up. Incredible enlightening of his Royal Highness for our world citizens to be on the right path that is unprecedented before.”

Kyaw Hsan piggybacks a score in front of PFO as he thinks the Burmese junta is in the winning position against Bamakin.

“Well, my small child, I believe you are a Burmese Buddhist. There is a very reputable Burmese Buddhist maxim to hold the whole enormous universe in a simple formula. ‘Try to search for the Dharma, and you find out that this is the body yourself’. Humanity is as simple as it is. There is no need to entangle this simple formula with your absurd human thoughts that is always biased and can’t be justified.”

“No. Humanity is not the body. Kyaw Hsan. This slogan is leading towards an egoistical philistine end. By no means, it deals with the universal justice. By all means, it justifies every mean to maximize the utility values of human beings that can be morally unsound. A maxim is to be accepted if and only if this can be vindicated as a universal law to serve for the destined purpose where the justice and fairness should strictly prevail”, Bamakin puts forward his clear stand against the slogan.

The Burmese junta sets in as boorish Kyaw Hsan doesn’t understand eloquent words of this enemy of the State. The junta firmly believes that to annihilate the psychological motivation of an enemy is more important than the physical termination.

“My son, you are thinking about this slogan only from one side. Your thinking is just one version of truths in its material perspective. Well, even this materialism perspective is the rationality of all our human beings. It is accorded with the canonic conservative economic theory that holds that people are rational beings to maximize their own profits. Why people want to maximize profits? Because they want to be as comfortable as possible. People want to be as much comfortable as they can, for they have the bodies to get into suffering. There is nothing truer than Humanity is the body, for our human beings are always instrumental for the tendency to avoid pain and to gain pleasure from what we act. Shunning from pain and seeking pleasure are attributes of basic physiology inherent in human beings. My son, don’t be that stupid to blame humans for their rationality to protect their bodies”, the well-experienced junta seems to be more eloquent than Bamakin, the stripling boy.

Bamakin is standing in a defiant pause. He begins to understand that all this overprotected military dictatorship of the Burmese junta has been set up upon the exploitation of fundamental psychological instrumentalism of human beings that is to avoid pain and to gain pleasure.

The junta thinks that he is now in the advantageous position over Bamakin. He arrogantly raises his voice to continue.

“There is another perspective to see this slogan in a completely reductionist’s view. We hold these truths to be self-evident that everybody has his own version of truth, many times as I, the Burmese junta, via Kyaw Hsan, boldly claimed to the international community in the past. You will be surprised how this multi-purpose holy slogan fits into another version of truth at one side that is sheer contrast to this philistine attitude at the other side. Well, my son, truth lies only in the beholder’s eyes. Truth will sway when time passes away

“You, the Burmese junta, have so much effrontery to say everybody has his own version of truth. OK, let’s me listen to your another version of truth,” Bamakin encourages the junta to speak more.

“Let’s us understand another perspective to realize Humanity is the body. The question here is Can there be a meaning in life which is always unfulfilled, unsatisfactory for quenching the thirst of our bodily desires; whereas there, our body, is also full of pain, suffering, sickness unavoidably leading to ultimate death? Tell me, my son, can we find a real meaning in life in our body that is always swamp with pain and pleasure. There is no purpose, no meaning and no value in a human life in this perspective. People who don’t like the philistine end can hold this perspective as another version of truth.”

As usual, Kyaw Hsan piggybacks his boss’s words.

“There is an enlightened Bumese Buddhist maxim, young child. No matter how much you try hard to accrue your dividends for the whole life, your pathetic dividends finally become the shares for feeding the monks when you die. Well, my child, we Burmese are very smart to understand not to overindulge in pursuing this never fulfilling philistine end of the body. We are also enlightened enough to see the life as senseless, purposeless and meaningless at its real end. Certainly, you are too overwhelmed by Ah-Dharma concepts to see this other version of truth. Ha Ha, see yourself at this time at the near end of your life, all your thoughtful brain so aggrandized from your lifelong learning is nothing more worthy than Valium (diazepam) to relieve your pain when you are to face the hellish heat of the Black hole. That is humanity, my child, indeed, certain, and inevitable”.

The junta thinks they are now victorious.

“So what can you say, Bamakin. We assert that humanity is the body is true for both the pursuit of happiness and recognition of the worthlessness of human life at their opposite pole. You probably don’t notice why we could rule the Burmese so long despite all these brutal treatments, and why the Burmese can be so contented living in their abject poverty for such tedious long years is because they are very mature to understand the worthlessness of this filthy human body that is just for hosting worms and different countless pathogens who enjoy living there. As if a worm is still happy for its place among those filthy stuff in a pit latrine, so it is humans have ability to find the pleasure for their nervous bodies no matter how bad their situation is, while recognizing their useless ends of human life in ultimatum- that is reflected completely in his majesty's holy, absolute slogan Humanity is the body ”.

Bamakin is so silent with a grinned smile indifferent to all sententious words of his Royal Highness’s servants, the Burmse junta and Kyaw Hsan. His Royal Highness feels that rather than getting the secrets of what Bamakin’s thoughts hold, his servants are unraveling all the knots and knacks of their invincible matrix of Burmese military dictatorship. They need to solicit the hold of their enemy to buttress their overprotection of this supreme monarchy. His majesty flies into the interrogation.

“Dog, your countenance is showing that you still don’t agree with humanity is the body. Then tell me what you think. What is humanity?”

Bamakin smiles and his face looks as graceful as Almighty God.
He dictates these words in front of all his ignorant enemies.

“Humanity is the duty”

(To be cont…Humanity as moral imperative)

Related post: The Middle Way
http://burmakin.blogspot.com/2007/10/middle-way.html

Friday, October 31, 2008

Stinging satires II


Year 950,586,431,888,522

Long ago, a prophet called Burmakin was lying in his death bed. He told his grandson these final words for a brave new world in the future.

“Everything in the universe will be simplified. Then nothing will become simple”

After Burmakin’s demise, children all over the world chanted this very short sentence as his foretelling for the future world.

“Trinity knows, and does everything so he will rule the world. The universal monarch will rise up, and either he knows or does nothing.”

Soon after, the sun of our solar system was deviated from its path. After eight minutes, when the gravity effect of the sun on the Earth was completely terminated, the Earth found herself travelling with a very, very rapid spinning speed in the space. The scientists at the 21st century thought that people would freeze to death after the first 8 minutes. However, unexpected things happen; mankind was saved by numerous eruptions of volcanoes which took place in a series to warm up the air. Of course, millions of lives were washed out by the gushing streams of lava. However, people were fortunate enough to capitalize the time of this lava age. They could build up the heat-producing factories to save the next generations of the evolving ice ages.

After countless generations, the flying earth found her place orbiting a giant black hole surrounded by a super cluster of stars. The people called this star group “Coma” because people of all races got to forget all the inheritances of their civilizations by a very mysterious influence from the astrologic power of this giant star group. The time loops were also warping back into the past rather than going towards the future, along which, the rational thinking of mankind was also reversed. So the Burmese military junta, the low in the long, long past, then became the most noble and the royally charismatic in the eyes of these modern people. Then, all people around the world, as well as land, sea and sky animals, even including bacteria, viruses and parasites, in their mutual consent, voted the Burmese junta as the absolute ruler of the world.

However, the Burmese military junta itself was traveling back in the time loops. In a similar fashion with the people, all their rational thinking is also upside down. Instead of enjoying their supreme rule upon the whole world, they were desperately finding Trinity of everything and nothing day and night to prove Burmakin’s prophecy to be true. For an exact match of his name as Trinity, He the One, should not be a normal human; rather an integration of three supreme entities. For not violating the principle of Burmakin’s prophecy, this absolute ruler of the universe was obliged to know and do everything, and nothing, too

No sooner did they find the Trinity, a bloodless coup was created. The Burmese junta coronated Him with all his accrued sublime power. The Burmese junta is contented itself as a servant, and also played the role of an irredeemable sycophant as well to serve the unrivaled power of this greatest monarch for his whole life. In the newspapers, the junta’s official position was described as the prime minster. However, in his Holy Royal Highness’ palace, the junta was just a puppy to the Supreme Him. Nonetheless, in his military headquarters, the junta was looking so graceful with hundreds of badges and bars blessed by the his Supreme Highness, manning his regular operations of spying, interrogating and eliminating every possible enemy that will disturb the security and stability of our holy planet that is now incredibly enlightened by his Royal Highness.

Of course, the Supreme Him was not a jobless vagabond on the streets of New York, Geneva and Rangoon before. Great thanks to Burmese U Thant and Leydon S Johnson, he has held a very official, critically important and monopolized job throughout the world history. Our Planet Earth now has the new name, called “The Planet Humanity” that is for honoring the past job of this monarch. All characters of the name of the monarch are decreed to be written in upper case. No linguist is capable of pronouncing his name, showing his untrammeled grandiosity different from the earthy human dictators in the past (future).

The intimidating name of his Royal Highness, the greatest, is PDNU_FECINU_OHW. People sometimes like to call him just Trinity as his name has three components. But they dare not call it, for not calling the monarch by its real name is worth a death penalty. The Trinity firmly believes that the name, Trinity, is just a generic and he doesn’t like to be ranked the same as the generic gods of Buddhism, Hinduism and Christianity. He holds these truths to be self-evident that not a soul on earth is able to see a testimony of how a single god of any religion can have saved the world. He claimed himself as the only and real Savior of mankind as practically, he himself , the only is able to show all the magic of his Savior’s ability before the naked eyes of the people.

Please use a mirror to be able to pronounce this great universal monarch’s name. But nobody in this future is able to pronounce it because when people see the transposed characters in a mirror, their newly devolutionary brains always transpose it back to the original position. The optic nerve tracts of new human brains no longer decussate in crisscross patterns to form optic chiasma but rather with running in a parallel fashion. The monarch, endorsed by the Burmese junta affirms the people that the mankind of his brave new age will no longer be in illusion about their perception as their rewired eyes are able to see the reality as the world itself is. The whole population of the world is convinced daily by the world leading newspapers like The Wall Street, The New York Times and The Washington post that were now under the complete control of the Burmese junta, the golden message for all humankind from his Royal Highness who claims that man has accomplished all his complicated tasks of civilizations and their history, and now human kind becomes completely rational, and absolute simple.

Let’s call this tedious monarch as short as PFO for his acronym. As he is travelling back very fast in the time loop, there is a chance that we could probably were charged a death penalty for not calling his actual name if he has finally reached our current time of 21st century. Don’t worry about it; I will march in front to receive his death penalty. As PFO is able to rise in the future because of Burmakin’s deathbed prophecy, if he were to come at present and to kill Burmakin for violating his supreme rule, he was never be able to rise up in the future as Burmakin has not been in the deathbed and has not made this prophecy yet at current time. He was not able to rise up in the future means he couldn't come to our present for carrying out his royal order for executing Burmakin.

Well, we are now in the great palace of His majesty, PFO.

“Yes, Nga SPDC, what is it now? You have promised me many actions for the past fifty years. Are you wasting my time with another progress report of setting up a new propaganda for these dumb people?”

“Please your Royal Highness, this lowly, worthless creature should die ahead. I am trying to propagandize the meaning of Trinity to your boar citizens. I am still confused about how nothing and everything is related to Trinity of your majesty”

“As long as you live, you should remember everything what I once told you before. You are the dullest Burmese on earth; how you had been bred up in your Burmese culture? Have you never seen before in your Burmese culture, the monks are reciting and so bright and tame people are able to repeat everything like the parrots? Savage, cave man, uncastrated!”

“I should really die, Venerable Sir. Please kindly reward me again your great message about the meaning of Trinity to your very unintelligent creature.”

His Royal Highness, PFO, frowns for a moment. Then he relaxed his lofty eye brows.

“OK, this is the last time I will recite the meaning of everything and nothing related to Trinity, no more in future, you swine!”

His Royal Highness spews the followings as if horses are galloping very fast on the main road, and SPDC, the sycophant, followed in a hurry what the Great He deciphered the code of Trinity.

“The meaning of Trinity for everything and nothing comes just in three Universal Truths. Ganahi, you Burmese SPDC! (Ganahi = a Pali word, remember)

Universal Truth Number One (in Burma): OHW knows everything but does nothing
Universal Truth Number Two (in Burma): PDNU knows nothing and does nothing
Universal Truth Number Three (in Burma): FECINU knows nothing but does everything

That is called Trinity for nothing and everything. Ganahi again, you SPDC, as numb as the donkey”

“So funny, sorry sir, many inexpressible thanks for your generic existence for Burmese, Sir”, SPDC immediately saved his laugh.

His Royal Highness raised his eyebrows again. He was smart enough to know that his puppy was laughing at him in secrecy.

“My servant, I think for such kind of forgetfulness of your human weakness, I Trinity suggest we should now practice the continuous medical education of Burmese Ministry of Health. This means I as the supreme dictator of the universe, will no longer let you chief executive officer to be able to stay in peace. In the future and throughout the past, I will reexamine you again and again whether or not you still remember the concepts I have taught to you.”

“Your command is my wish, sorry sir, my wish is your command, sorrier sir, and your wish is my command”. In his bad fear, SPDC was stammering. Probably it was called wipet in Buddha’s Dharma (reflexivity of Karma) as he had worn out his Burmese medical doctors in the past by keeping them always busy with deliberately created meaningless and endless exams, intending them not to raise these intellectual heads up against his avaricious military dictatorship.

“Let’s start the exam No. 1 now. You are now already too old to remember the meaning of words what I have taught you before”. His Royal Highness was so swift in his mind to start testing the memory strength of his toady, SPDC.

The exam started on the spot in oral form. For comforting the fear of his parasite, PFO is now seemingly on softer terms. Actually he distrusts this sycophant and is conspiring to get a digital record for the proof of this parasite‘s inability so that he could dismiss him later with evidence. Of course, his menial candidate, who in his whole life is ill-bred, stressed, intimidated, and burdened so that he could grapple with such subtle intellectual exam much better if he is oppressed under harsh conditions and condescending treatments. To treat him well is also a legerdemain strategy to make him face unusual conditions so that he was more prone to make the mistakes in answering his tricky questions.

“ My anayvatika (valuable disciple), what is the single, the only adorable, the mono absolute slogan of our Planet Humanity?”

“Great Sir, the single, the only adorable, no choice else, mono absolute slogan in the past, for the present and the forever future of our Planet Humanity, is Humanity is the body. Yes, your majesty, the body is the end of our humanity that is too simple to be able to be noticed by any gaudy sage of our foolish predecessors in all those useless civilization ages in the past. You, your majesty pioneered this simple concept out the first and foremost. You are so magnanimous to grant all your servants with this nirvana vehicle that led mankind to be reborn as the full-fledged rational and the irreproachably enlightened in your heavenly kingdom”

“Nonetheless, the end is not enough. After knowing the end for sure, you need to find out sinless, morally flawless, and non-culpable means to achieve this impeccably enlightened state. My dear follower, let’s me ask you more about your understanding of my approaches in bringing mankind to this Utopia kingdom of Ends”, PFO is eager to continue his questions, envisioning that tomorrow he is signing a demotion order for this unqualified creature who will be wrenched off by his uncatchable philosophical questions that are to be pursued now.

“Your wish is my command, Sir”. SPDC still needs a higher score to pass the intellectual test. In reality, he will not be a right person to catch up with such intellectual affairs of his smart master. However, the reverse time loops and the coma star effects also delude your majesty into asking the questions that the good common sense of his lowly servant is able to cope with.

“My lovely tutee, let’s we start the question for the means. What is the meaning of the bottom-up approach?”

“ Highly Sir, the bottom-up approach of your erudite theology means Bottom are always bottom and Up are always up “.

This time, your majesty is satisfied at the sharp snap and lucidly clear thought of the junta. This is the greatest paradigm that sets him up his unflappable confidence to do all his consecrated job for humanity in the past.

“You are absolutely right, to recapitulate in a single sentence, I will say bottom are assumed as never will have the ability to be up”.

“So bright sir, you can simplify these confusing two sentences into such a simple easy one”, the bootlicker is eagerly hoping that the questions will be ended soon.

“And what is the meaning of the human right approaches for the rightless people?”

“Unrivalled sir, human right approaches mean humans should never be left. So you should never think about leaving them once you approach them.”

“OK, but you have not answered yet about the rightless people”

“Why not, Sir. The rightless people simply mean these people can never be right, so you always need a correction for the people for becoming right. Me remember Sir, what you have instructed us your insight. As the first principle never to leave, is always satisfied by the second principle of the rightless people that says the human are never right. The prima facie is people are never right or will never be right. So you are never expected to leave. A circular reference of your Royal Highness’ humanity work.”

The Burmese junta seems to be becoming more and more brilliant as he treads along these questions. As time loops are warping backwards, the more difficult the question is, the better the junta is able to answer. PFO doesn’t notice it. Nonetheless, he upstarts noticing that the junta has known all the nuances of his ideas behind his brilliant strategies. If it is so, he is very unsafe as this servant is not that idiotic as he has underestimated. If the next question doesn’t work, probably he needs to take time to think another alternative clever strategy for shredding this coward.

“OK the last question to re-stew my great actions, what is the meaning of cultural relativism?”

“Lovely Sir, cultural relativism means in your (organizational) culture, you only deal, treat, recruit and promote the people who are related to you or who are your relatives. That it is, Sir. Now I win the exam with 100% score”.

The junta is rejoicing and dances with great joy as if a drunken female peacock spreads out her tail in front of his majesty's sovereign throne. His majesty is stoop-shouldered, feeling a great ache of humiliation imposed by his own servant that he looked down as too delinquent to catch up with his smart ideas of manipulating the universe.

“The post-colonial human rights era should be looked at as both an end and a means. The end is equal human dignity for all human beings, but the means is that of creating a space for human dignity to be affirmed. And it must be affirmed by the individual person everywhere. This is the process by which the universality of human rights is being realized in practice, out of the vision and project started by the UN in the 1940s”

-Abullah An-Na’im

(In the next episode, a guy called Bamakin *a grand, grand, grand… ∞ son of Burmakin* and many of Bamakin’s colleagues are to be executed in the Black hole for their uprising against his majesty’s the holy, absolute slogan- Humanity is the body. Some of Bamakin’s colleagues found guilty for their partake of this irrational rebel and who will be executed together are Burmese Diamond Bull, May Myanmar, Karaweik Payanug, Akyang Alynnnpar and etc, etc  )

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The apology of Burmakin III


I need to talk with Buddha

Demigod as I am,
Sweet wine is the one I so love.

Boundless Deity as I am,
me staggers to and fro in my drunk,
You laugh at seeing me walk to and fro,
They laugh at seeing me ambulate back and forth.

Asuras and Devas, Nargas and Garudas, Man between Man,
I am making war, you are waging war, and they are doing war.

For what purpose, why spirits of mortality be so proud?
When I chant this song for the Messiah in my stupefied gnosis,
So clear, with dazzling light, I visualize my Lord.

My footsteps no matter swaying left or right,
Always they are towards only to Him, Heaven.
I need to talk with Buddha
About the beauty of the Ocean.

King of Angels: This was a really frightening experience, my son. Paharada, now joined by his titanic troops, was now driving his chariot back to the Ocean, the home of these demi-gods. Asura warriors were hailing Paharada for their victory for arresting me. In his great delight, Pararada in his arrogant voice began to sing a song that was queer, unheard before, and so strident to my ears.

Was he molesting me as a war captive? All over and above, I was thrilled up to my erector pillae to hear the term “Buddha”, the Awakened One. This unprecedented sound that pronounced "Buddha" was more vibrating in my defeated heart than the present fact that my loser's life was in their hands.

War prisoner, Marga: Paharada, what are you speaking about? To whom you take refuge in and become so arrogant like this. What do you mean by Buddha, the awakened one?

Paharada: Marga, didn’t you hear about that? Or are you so dumb or deaf or blind? Absolutely, you have been out of your mind in your passion for chasing love, having an illusion that love is an elixir for curing tediousness of your immortal life.

Mortals are worshiping you, shrilling so powerless and capabilityless in their agony, and yelling out to your help for driving away countless problems inflicting upon them. Instead of trying to illuminate ignorant eyes of the mortals, you yourself have been incorrigibly addictive to your passionate love, just a fiend dope merely acting for your better nerves. You are even unaware of such famous prophecy that Buddha, the Awakened One will be coming to our Kama world in another 100,000 years.

War prisoner, Marga: Mortals always do prophecy. But we immortal devas always act with rationality. It sounds like that this guy is sure to be amazingly great as a very wise man like you, Paharada, is to bow him.

Paharada it sounds like that you are mocking me as an irresponsible person for not taking care for the problems of the mortals, of the human world. The human problems are vicious, endless and countless. Is this rational of Marga to intervene these imbroglios that are unentangable in their eternal nature, Paharada? In fact, I am not a neglectful person as you think. As a rational person, what I need to do is trying to find out what is the root of the causation of these problems.

O’ Paharada, a garden of flowers is infected in their ground. The flowers die day after day and the whole garden is now withering away. In your compassion, it does make sense of you in trying episodically to put Solu-Cortex into one single flower after another for saving their lives while the root of the problem is spreading underneath, devouring the whole binge. I am not a smart hero for doing that.

Paharada, I agree with you that the inability to resolve those painful human problems is rooted in human eyes themselves that are overwhelmed by their ignorance, so that they can’t see the solutions justly and fairly. And my question here is what kinds of causations give rise to those ignorant eyes. In what ways, these ignorant eyes can be made crystal clear to envision a solution of fairness and justice.

Paharada, don’t think Marga as just a fiend dope for his passionate love. For those hundreds of years, I was mourning over the atrocious wars prevailing among human kingdoms. I was crying for the numerous murders and seething hatred breeding among garudas and dragons who are my own deva citizens. My dreams are full of sighs for many nights why we devas and you asuras are making these tricky battles against one another who were actually brothers born by the same grandparents. Why should the spirits of mortality be so proud in their short lives that are just as like as momentary foams playing upon the roaring Ocean?

Paharada, I have approached the famous sages of nargas (dragons), asking this question, “why in this kama realm, no matter it is mankind, devakind, garudakind, or nargakind, in their conscience, they want to love one another, they want to understand one another, they want to forgive one another. Despite their apparent original conscience, they see one another with seething eyes, they make quarrels against one another in their brawl, and they kill one another in their own justification. Why such kinds of paradoxical evils are spewing endlessly from this purely clean pristine human nature. Why this purely clean aboriginal human nature, is eventually to be named as “human nature is essentially evil”.

I have approached the famous sages of garudas, asking the same question. I have approached many wise men in human realm, asking the same question. In fact, the greatest pieces of literature arisen from the realm of human beings are a mix of my inspiration and human creativity in our inquest together in finding the solution to this question. Paharada, without the evolution of thought, nothing can be changed. Without the revolution of the conventional wisdom, everything will be the same no matter you are so good-hearted and so courageous to bear against these endless human problems.

O’ forthcoming Buddha, if I were to survive from this war imprisonment, I would also need to talk with you for asking this question. I have made this same inquest with many sages in the realm of the Karma world, but nobody has been able to give me a satisfactory answer, yet. May the coming of the Awakened One be for the end of wars between us, Asuras and devas, Nargas and garudas, and men who are holding malicious attitude towards one another. May the Ocean be as charming with beauty as before, may the earth be as lovely with evergreen peace as usual, when the term, “malice”, has never been heard in long, long ancient past.

Paharada: I wish so, Marga. This meaningless war between us needs to be ended, soon. I will talk with Buddha about the beauty of the Ocean for my boundless liberation and inspiration for the others. You will talk with Buddha about your question of malice for sake of ending the root problems of mankind and our devakind.

(N.B: The hopes of two warlords actually happened in the future. The talk between Buddha and Paharada became the Paharada Sutra that describes eight excellent and wonderful things in the great Ocean and Sasana. Buddha explained to Paharada, just as the great ocean has only one taste that is the taste of salt, the purpose of numerous teachings and moral disciplines of Buddhism also gives the single taste that is the taste of liberation. The main concept of practice for liberation as Buddha mentioned was gradual approach, confessing that human knowledge is not perfect enough to be able to abruptly gain enlightenment. *The concept is the same as the piecemeal approach in the widely accepted scientific revolution theory. Also it is the same as foundation of social engineering concept in Karl Popper’s Open Society and its enemies that leads to dazzling enlightenment of modern social sciences*

http://74.125.45.104/search?q=cache:boLq1ccQdbkJ:www.metta.lk/english/8things.htm+paharada&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=1&gl=us&client=firefox-a

The talk between Buddha and Marga later became known as the Sakha sutra, describing jealousy and discrimination (Eitha and Mizzariya) first as the roots of human problems and Buddha also expounded what are the methodologies to eliminate these devilish thoughts. The Sakha Sutra seems to be maintained exclusively by the Theravada School of Burma and no translation into English is found by this author. If chances are available, this author will try for translating it)

By the way, Marga, what I think is, actually, you, Sakha had been very acquainted to this great sage. You were the bulwark for his spiritual path in his last life before. Don’t you remember the hermit who even donated his children, even his beloved wife right away to the people whom he has not ever known?

War prisoner, Marga: My God! Vessantara! A completely irrational dude! Will he become the Awakened One, Buddha?

(To be cont., the debate between Paharada and the war prisoner, Marga- “rationality vs irrationality”. Another mathematical paradox will appear in one next episode)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The apology of Burmakin II

Liberty as moral choice

King of Angels: Well, my son. The course of true love did never run smooth. While I was debating against Paharada, the chariot began to escape from the gravity field of the earth. The jaws of misfortune were devouring me and my missy dear up.

Burmakin: This means you had escaped the exosphere, the last layer of the atmosphere that projects into the space. Successfully, you had swayed the arrogant heart of Grand Madam to you hoary guy, leaving the courageous heart of Paharada at the Meru gates. How Heaven suddenly turned into hells?

King of Angels: The exosphere is the most tenuous layer where the air is so thin and the temperature is so low. Your grand madam was just born as a sixteen years old, and her body system was not adapted to abrupt change in these harsh climate conditions. How now my love? Why her cheeks so pale? How chance these roses did fade so fast? Suffering from cyanosis, she was then panting to death. Pounded by her deadly sickness, the time of lovers' flight still did coneal. Through the Meru gates, could I be able to steal?

Burmakin: Why you didn’t haste to Tavatainta?

King of Angels: I couldn’t. The top of Mount Meru was still far away. Just before trouncing the harsh climate in this remaining journey, my lady dear was sure to die. However, Matali once showed me a shortcut for the way back to our kingdom. So I swirled the Suria into this leapfrog route. By that time, Paharada completely stopped his chariot, was in a daze by my puzzle and was also perplexed at my change in direction.

Burmakin: I ever know that this shortcut route is a forest where garudhas (dragon killer birds) are living. Through this way, you successfully retreated to save the life of Grand Madam?

King of Angels: Hmm, as I said the more true you love the more pangs you need to overcome. Unfortunately, it was coincident with the seasonal delivery time of garudhas.

The thermal radiation unleashed from the running wheels of Suria’s Chariot was scorchingly hot. This would murder all young garudha neonates whose bodies were too featherless and too silky to endure this hellish heat.

Burmakin: Your majesty, despite the fact that you are so famous to possess 1000 eyes and 1000 ears, I think you were so chary this time. You were now getting into vacuum. How could vacuum transmit heat to the garudha neonates? Vacuum has no connector molecules to carry heat from your fireball Suria.

King of Angels: Nope my son. In the realm of garudhas, there is a thin medium that can transfer heat. That was also one of the reasons why I drove to this route. My missy patient can be relieved from sheer coldness of vacuum while we were projecting through this way. However, I couldn’t kill my kids. They were also my children. I am their king. I am the father of their Devas’ world. It is my responsibility for not doing any unfair action that will threaten the security of their lives. On the other hand, your grand madam was destined to die if I didn’t drill my monster to this route. Quick bright things came into confusion. Life was as momentary as a sound, was as swift as a shadow and as short as any dream. Death could be so unseemly, as tedious as sleepless nights, was as opaque as a smileless moon, and as untouchable as an endless dream full of sighs.

Burmakin: You were at that time fighting a war against Ausras. There was a saying “In war and in love, there is nothing that is unfair”. You should not lose your love if you had invested hundreds of human years of your spared time to win the love of Grand Madam. You should also not lose the war once you started to fight. If Grand Madam were to die on the spot, you would be bewildered with so much regret. Distraught with deep sorrow for Madam, you were already a dead person tied up with the ropes. Then Paharada who had not turned back yet would easily seize you up. Your Devas' kingdom then lost the war to Asuras. Probably, fairness and unfairness depends on circumstances.

King of Angels: My son, as a matter of fact, I need to say the grave misconception that drives your Burmese under the military boots was that concept, indeed. In your Burmanization to understand morality, you Burmese used to discriminate and say “the earthy is earthy and the spiritual is spiritual”. In fact, there is no principle of unfairness that is exempted for circumstances of the earthy world. There is no principle of fairness that should not be applicable to circumstances in the earthy world. If Karma is a choice, humanity blesses us with freedom to choose, that is called liberty. However, liberty does not mean sauciness and frivolity. Liberty doesn't mean impudence and boldness with whimsical reasons deprived of ethics . What is the liberty as the dignity of human beings different from animal instincts, my son? This is moral choice that is the core philosophy of the awakened Lord Sakya Gautama. Born as the creatures in the sphere of Kama, we need to inquest what is the real liberty for we kama creatures in our societies? My stripling son, liberty in a society can not be dictated by God or Buddha or a communion or collective wisdom. In fact, liberty is just capability. A society that builds upon the primaries for granting individuals being able to access a moral choice of their own is a society of real liberty. The capability to pick up a moral choice for yourself is the real liberty of yours, my dear son.

Actually, for Sujata, my sweetie' s sake , run through fire I will. I was so out of breath in my fond chase. For hundreds of years, all my powers had addressed her love and might. And to be her knight! Was my missy dear dead or asleep, I didn't know. However, the more my prayers should I chase, the lesser was my grace. Dwelling dilemmas had to be swept away perforce. Only by a choice for unyielding moral freedom!

My dear son, either to be seized in prison, to die the death in war, or to abjure whom you adoringly love, that is the society to be a man. War, death and sickness did lay siege to my moral freedom not to be unbound. Still there was a choice of sympathy on this dank and dirty ground. I was fully awake!

Burmakin: So what you did? Just let Madam die in this way. You were a shamefully irresponsible person. She departed her country for great love for you old man. You even didn’t value her as much as fledgling birds of your country. For your unstinted honor of moral purity , you thought you were very fair to sacrifice an alien maiden in this way. You were so selfish and coward like military dictators of Burma, your majesty. You were as foolish as a person who changed a dove for a sparrow! Wherefore was she to this keen mockery born? When at your hands, she deserved such scorn? I thought you lord of more true gentleness!

Queen Sujata: My grandson, this guy was not that cruel to me. Only I had been so bad and insane to him when I was a crane in the life before. For his evergreen love for so house-proud and so arrogant me, this old frost had been tussling so tired with my headlong stances for such long hundred years. It is only me, the aboriginal human Sujata who didn’t realize his love, who turned a deaf ear against him, and who never prayed for our reunion. Of course, I loved him very much but it seemed that I didn’t love his words of wisdom. I used to crave the beauty instead. I was the youngest of all. I was just used to know how to laugh freely. I just was happy how to dance in liberty. I probably was never smart in making a moral choice in my youthful beauty.

Burmakin: But he was thinking that he would let you die for the sake of his garudha fledglings.

Queen Sujata: Marga since the human life was a witty person to surmount life-or-death crises. He drove the chariot back to where Paharada was watching him.

Burmakin: Ola la! Was he becoming mad in crazy love for you?

Queen Sujata: This was a correct choice, my son. Turning back the chariot means we were now getting back into the atmosphere. Atomic oxygen was there. The exosphere was somewhat warmed by thermal radiation released from Suria. I was immediately resuscitated. However, I was still in deadly serious condition if we didn’t go down enough to get the warmer air in time.

Burmakin: But you two will be arrested at the hands of Paharada as the Titans' General was on the way.

King of Angels: A funny thing happened my son. When I turned back my chariot to the direction of Paharada, Paharada thought that I was coming back with my troops to kill him. So he lashed up Rahu to run away from me. Ha Ha Ha, this is our devas’ universe full of parodies.

Queen Sujata: This is not a funny piece, old and ridiculous guy. I was choking to death and you could still laugh at this event. If I could not get down to this life-saving atmosphere in time, I would die upon the spot. His old model Suria was not safe to bring me down fast enough to save my life.

King of Angels: Exactly. So this time the one who pursued was not Paharada and it is me who was now pursuing Paharada. Well, imagine my son. Now a small turtle is chasing a racing hare. Still so funny, indeed!

Queen Sujata: My grandson. As you said this guy is a classical hero for love. He besought Paharada to bring me down in his chariot. Paharada snapped , “Marga, I could bring Princess in my chariot. But I am not an emergency medical worker. I am the Chief General of Asura titans. Remember that we two kingdoms are doing the war. While I was embracing Princess from your hands, you can chop my head off. Then you will usurp my chariot and also save Princess’ life. I will not be that dumb to let you exploit such initiative”

Burmakin: Yes, it makes sense. So what Paharada went on saying?

Queen Sujata: Right, Paharada was a very precautious person that is why he won many battles in fighting Devas’ kingdom. Your majesty was actually very afraid of him.

Paharada now forced him to surrender first before he brought me into his Rahu.

This hoary-headed frost now made a bold choice for his enduring love for this young girl. He surrendered to Paharada for the sake of my life. Well, my son. The King of 33 devas was now arrested in the hands of Asuras. Paharada drove his Rahu chariot back to the Ocean, me as an emergency patient and Sakka (King of Angels) as a war prisoner.

(To be cont… another paradox… the solution to the previous paradox will be posted soon)

Monday, July 28, 2008

The apology of Burmakin I

Burmakin: Happy birthday, Grand Madam. I wish may you long live up to 1200 Celestial years.

Queen Sujata: You too, my grandson. May you be as swift as Lord of all horses, as stocky as Lord of all trees, as lustful as Chief General of the Asura Titans, for a human life for 120 years.

Burmakin: What a variegated pageant in Heaven for today. What a graceful lady like Grand Madam is. Your majesty, you are probably one of the most fortunate creatures to be blessed with such a graceful lady like Grand Madam is.

King of Angels: Well, my son. For just a flicker of her squint from your admirable ladies, how many lives of you arrogant guys have toiled too hard, have shed your sweat and blood, and have knelt before them. You should know how it also had been a daunting task for me to hold her back.

Burmakin: For me, you are a role model of classical love; maybe you so blind, so enamored with temerity, so imprudent to steal Grand Madam from Asura Titans.

Queen Sujata: The story began when I bestowed this hoary-headed old man with my chaplet. Maybe he was not that blind; me too blind to be so attracted to this old frost. The young titans, so proud of their gallantry for winning my love, were so surprised at why I chose such a cranky person, in his shaggy old age. Well, my grandson, actually, this was my choice that changed the history of Heaven and Human World. I prejudiced my love to an underdog as my Karma guided it.

Burmakin: Your majesty, you were a great hero to escape from these Asura fighters. I still imagine what a lovely scene it is. With an odorous garland worn on your grand head, you held Madam’s hand, roaring up against Asuras, “I am the King of Angels from Tavatainta”, and you two jumped inside your Vaijenyatha warrior chariot. While Asuras were amazed at seeing this, you started drilling your warrior horses back to heaven. You alone managed to win Madam’s love in such a heroic way.

King of Angels: My story known to you Burmese is a typology of hero-worship. The hero will overcome everything that you Burmese simply believe. The real story was not that easy. I didn’t go to Asuras’ paradise alone. My spies were already rampant inside Asuras’ community. They interrupted the Asura fighters who forthwith tried to pursue me. The chariot I used in running away with your Grand Madam was also not Vaijenyatha that was just a creaky one for some pomp exhibition. The swiftest chariot in our Tavatainta world at that time was the Suria chariot (Sun chariot) that could run at a speed of 135 miles per second. I had been so ignorant to believe that this was the swiftest chariot in our universe. I didn’t realize that Asuras’ civilization had already made a novelty in their war vehicles to defeat our Devas’ (Angels) kingdom. Their latest model chariot could run at a speed of 675 miles per second, which was five times faster than my Suria chariot did. Paharada, the chief general of titans, ran after me with this flying monster that they called Rahu pulled by six sun- like unicorns. My snail-like Suria chariot pulled by a single unicorn could run only at a speed of only one sun. So Rahu was five times speedier than Suria. I repented that I had risked my life. So the enemy’s chariot Rahu was sure to catch my chariot Suria finally.

Burmakin: Woo! So interesting! How do you make it to get away from the enemy’s hands?

King of Angels: I had only one hope. That was the notion of my enemy to notice that I had left earlier than he did, no matter he was much faster than me. Paharada was a master of Upanishads in his last life. Especially, he was one of the greatest mathematicians in the ancient Veda Age of India. If I could make out a mathematical question to him right now, for his great confidence in mathematics, he was sure to figure out what the answer was.

Burmakin: This sounds like the psychological warfare that the demon, Arlawaka launched against Buddha. You thought if Paharada couldn’t think out the answer of your problem, his heart was so frail so that he couldn’t garner any more courage to pursue your chariot.

King of Angels: Exactly. But the problem should be related to our current events. Otherwise, Paharada was smart enough to be careful about not turning his attention to non-circumstantial questions. With so much love for your Grand Madam that I had attempted for hundreds of human years, I called out to Paharada in a tone of certitude.

“Hey Paharada, do you believe that your chariot could catch me up?”

“Why not Marga, Didn’t you see that my Rahu is approaching very fast to your Suria.

To let you know, I myself designed to supersede your fastest model, Suria. Rahu is like a racing hare. Yours is just a small turtle. Rahu is five times faster than your Suria. In a second, your life is doomed to decay”

“I don’t believe. I believe Rahu could never catch Suria. You know that Marga, I, King of Angels, never tell lies”

“Why Rahu could never catch Suria? Why a racing hare couldn’t catch a slow tortoise? Why you believe like this if you never tell lies?”

“The answer is, Paharada, because the tortoise started earlier than the hare did”

Burmakin: So great, your majesty. Paharada as a mathematician was sure to think about it. As you left earlier, he could never catch you. Because once he has reached the point you left, you have already left this point before! The hare could never catch the tortoise as the tortoise always left earlier when he reached the point.

In their chariots’ race, Paharada was overwhelmed by King of Angels’ question and gave up following him as he was convinced that Rahu would never catch Suria because Suria quitted always one step ahead.

As Rahu has given a start to Suria, the swift Rahu will not be able to catch up with Suria. Let Rahu driven by Paharada be at Point R and the Suria driven by King of Angels at Point S. When Paharada dashes Rahu to Point S from Point R at a faster speed than Suria, but when he arrives at S, King of Angels is no longer there, but a little further ahead at S’.

When Paharada with the fast Rahu arrives at S’, but King of Angels with the slow Suria was no longer at S’ again; Suria was a little further ahead at S’’ and so on, to the infinite. To catch up with Suria, Paharada had to cover the infinite segments, RS, SS’, S’S’’, S’’S’’’, that will be infinite in number. To run infinite segments will take infinite time, and therefore Paharada will never be able to catch up with King of Angels.

(To be cont…solution to this paradox)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Why your country has two names II


“I know that you will fail. There is something in the universe – I don’t know, some spirit, some principle – that you will never overcome”

“Do you believe in God, Winston?”

“No.”

“Then what is it, this principle that will defeat us?”

“I don’t know. The spirit of Man.

“And do you consider yourself a man?”

“Yes.”

“If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man. Your kind is extinct; we are the inheritors. Do you understand that you are alone? You are outside history, you are non-existent.”

(O’ Brien to Winston in Nineteen Eighty Four)

This is the answer, Nyimalay. This is the answer why our country has two names. This is not that innocent as most people think. This is not that trivial as most people discount. They have to terminate the last man in Burma. For they have to control everything.

Men who control the present will control the past. Men who control the past will control the future. History has to be rewritten. Human memory has to be set extinct. Burma is outside the history. Burma has never been existent before.

During the Peasant Uprising of Burma between 1930 and 1932, a group of the young, yet immature Burmese radicals emerged as the Dobama Asi-ayon (We Burmans Association).

Their first challenge against the British was a tipping point all over Burma:

“Bama is our country.” ဗမာျပည္သည္ ဒို႕ျပည္

“Bama is our literature” ဗမာစာသည္ ဒိုို႔စာ

“Bama is our language.” ဗမာစကားသည္ ဒို႕စကား

N.B: They both hailed and wrote Bama and not Myanmar.

This firebrand slogan was the forerunner of the rising of many last men in Burma that the British annexed as a barbarian country with the Medieval savage, Bahein, Baswe, Nu and Aung San.

These young Burmese radicals despised the soft technique and cooperative mentality of the Burmese coalition government. Of course, they knew that in the formal written language, the speaking usage “Bama” has to be written as “Myanmar”. Highly-spirited with the bold revolution of Saya San’s peasant uprising, they didn’t like the soft and long tone of Myanmar. What they envisioned was a shortcut and sharp change of Burma. So they chose to intentionally kick out the soft tone words in their party name and the aforementioned their party slogan. The word with soft and humbling tone To (တို့) was set to a sharp cut and teeth flinching word Do (ဒို႔). The frail and long ending sound Myanmar (ျမန္မာ) was also intentonally set to Bama (ဗမာ) that was a normal daily speaking voice of ordinary Burmese. (Takhin Lay Maung: Political History of Burma) Be aware that Burmese literature at that time was like a slave who had been set free just a week ago when We Bumans association was first established. During many long years of the reign of Burmese monarchs, almost all Burmese literature was swamp with those tiring accolades of the great Karma of these Burmese dictators, hiding the reality how the poor and oppressed faced their encumbered lives daily. One of the co-founders of We Burmans Association, Takhin Ba Thaung, was also one of the first and foremost people, who initiated to change the style of Burmese literature into a prosaic writing fashion that was understandable to common Burmese. So the title of their organization was both written and called as ဒို႔ဗမာအစည္းအရုံး which they thought not only as a symbolic change for modernity of Burmese but they also deemed it necessary for "a voice of sharp clarion call" for people at the grass-root level, for showing that the association was all together with the poor, and for reflecting the fighting spirit of Burmans’ nationality towards freedom and utopia.

From the beginning, the choice of Burmese for a call of change was Bama and not Myanmar. This is the indelible history of Burmese revolution that the military regime wanted to eliminate. Let’s see what Dr Maung Maung wrote in his last breath book, The 1988 uprising in Burma.

After the vocal and articulate lawyers, came the kind and concerned doctors. They didn’t invoke the name of the statutory Burma Medical Council, but chose to go by their own Burma Medical Association in their address to the people, the foreign embassies, and the broadcasting stations abroad, among others, that having become the standard circulation.

I received phone calls from friends and doctors about an incident (actually the worst mistake of Ne Win’s government in crushing the 1988 uprising), which happened in front of Rangoon General Hospital. Some patrolling troops had sprayed a burst of fire on nurses and doctors (who were wearing white uniforms) who had gone out of the hospital compound holding banners.(actually a white flag for their responsible noble medical spirit of saving the injured who were being shot, begging the soldiers to stop killing the people)

This was the watershed of our 88’ revolution, Nyi Ma Lay. Ne Win’s military regime believed that they had terminated all the civil societies of Burma since 1969. They never had imagined that the people, who only knew how to hold a syringe and a small surgical knife, would become the last counter blow against their powerful army government.

The entry of Burma Medical Association into this 88’ uprising brought the whole country to people’s revolution in 1988.

In 1989, when the regime renamed Burma as Myanmar, most people thought that this could probably be astrological manipulation to eliminate the collective bad Karma of the country. For a Burmese, it is quite typical to believe that changing his or her name could eliminate portentous Karma coming to individuals. So they took it as granted. What they didn’t notice was that along with the change of the country’s name, the names of many roads and many cities in Burma were also changed. If the change was typically for the change of collective Karma of people, changing as a whole into Myanmar was simply enough. Their target was not only at Burma, but also at Rangoon especially Rangoon General Hospital, and at last but not the least Burma Medical Association as well. The historical Rangoon General Hospital (RGH) became Yangon General Hospital (YGH). Burma Medical Association (BMA), a strong terminology of great threat to Burma Independence Army (BIA), had to concede to change their organization title as Myanmar Medical Association (MMA).

Maymyo, a beautiful town of respite of British officers became Pyin Oo Lwin. Fraser Street in Rangoon became Anawyatha, the name of the monarch that the regime used in their late propaganda machine. The regime vindicated their change as their nationalistic attempt to remove long overdue colonial tags. But there was a deep-rooted motive you could now recognize. The generals are rewriting the history. By changing the names, the historical places disappear from the maps, and eventually, from human memory. Then, the memory of the past events will be erased. (Finding George Orwell in Burma by Emma Larkins)

He who controls the present will control the past. He who controls the past will control the future. Rangoon has never been existent. Rangoon General Hospital has never been on the map of Rangoon. Then there never has been any exemplary of gross injustice arising from military dictatorship. Burmese apparently had forgotten what they had been badly treated as before and now have already approved the constitution, hoping that there will be some change in the future.

In their debate in the torture chamber of Room 101, Winston had made a Cartesian argument. “I remember, therefore I exist”. O Brien smiled and retorted, “I control memory, and therefore your existence”. O Brien claimed that men were malleable, and infinitely as such. The Burmese didn’t notice that their thinking, their daily life, and their individualism were mould infinitely by such wicked strategy of the military government rendering Burmese into complete serfdom of collectivism, and begetting a series of Burmese generations that never have a chance for thinking about what he stands for. A Burmese youth had no choice but to accept his race and country as Myanmar that has never existed in maps and the history. And any Burmese youth today became as nothing beyond what the social order chooses to instill. Yet, Buddhists in Burma is talking about their Karma as bad luck. The problem is CHOICE, Nyima Lay. Nothing else.

Related post: The Middle Way

http://burmakin.blogspot.com/2007/10/middle-way.html




Monday, June 2, 2008

Freedom is slavery

Double think of beleaguered Burmese people

He who makes his living by agriculture is called a farmer. He is not a porter.

He who makes his living by selling beverage merchandise is called a beverage merchant, not a builder of union solidarity and development.

He who makes his living by varied crafts is called a craftsman. He is not a volunteer of rebuilding the debris.

He who makes a living by priestly craft is called a ritualist, not a gospel of Dhamma.

Double think of Burma’s evil government and its servants

He who makes a living by artillery is called a soldier, not your father or mother.

He who makes a living by stealing is called a robber, not a government.

He who makes a living by serving the evil Burma government is called a servant, not a public officer.

He who makes a living by always nodding to superiors is a sycophant, not a disciplined manager.

He who governs the city and realm with force is called a tyrant, not a leader.

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More about "Doublethink", follow this link:

http://paraussies.blogspot.com/2008/05/psychology-behind-us11-billions.html



Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Why some animals are more equal than others- Episode III


When we fall

When we fall on the ground it hurts us, but we also need to rely on the ground to get back up.
-Kathleen McDonald.

James: This reminds me of something Thich Nhat Hanh has said, that we need manure to grow roses. It's a great reminder that our problems, struggles and suffering all have benefits if we look close enough. It sure is difficult to be aware of that when you feel depressed and isolated in a hole of pain but the truth remains.

Also, I wanted to just say Happy Vesak day!! I don't have anything enlightening to say about it except to say that for me it is really poignant this year given the situation in Burma, Tibet, China in the aftermath of the earthquake, Iraq and many other places around the world in turmoil. It seems that now more than ever the world needs the Buddha's message of peace, compassion, loving-kindness and oneness.

~Peace to all beings~