Khin Hnin Yu - A good boy who has come

Paramikamna

When it comes to a person's success or failure, they often refer to three main factors: "luck, intelligence, and perseverance." Sometimes they also summarize it and say, "It's luck. This person is lucky." "He has bad luck," they say.

They also understand that karma is "work, and whatever you do, you will reap the benefits," and they tend to "just make karma their own."

My niece and I live together at home. Since childhood, we have been in the same school, studied together, and passed the monthly exams without any hesitation. We were ranked first and second respectively. When she passed the tenth grade, she entered the medical school with three honors. My niece entered the veterinary school with two honors.

“What a difference in merit and karma, we went to the same school, graduated from the same medical school, and one of us went to medical school. How great would it be if we went to medical school together? My daughter has no talent to become a doctor,” her niece’s mother often said with a smile. It must be said that intelligence and diligence are the same, but talent and karma are different.

That's why they often say "luck, intelligence, and perseverance" when it comes to success, isn't it?

My mother has two older brothers than my four sisters. My older brother joined the army during the revolution, and after the war he served as a general in Yamethin, Pyinmana, Taungoo, and Mingalardon. He fought in the black areas from time to time...

My younger brother has completed his criminal record and lives with us in Khema. A friend of my mother’s asked, “Even though he is not a soldier, he is a patriotic person. Only the eldest son was forced to join the army. Why don’t both of us join the army for the sake of the country?” My mother replied, “The younger son has to be looked after by his parents and sisters. The eldest son is already working to defend the country. If something happens, there will be only one son left. If both of us are in the army, we can’t trust fate.”

Despite this, the elder brother, who was frequently sent to the front lines to fight, was unharmed, while the younger brother, who remained at home, died of typhoid fever at the age of 24.

The saying "If you don't die, you don't lose your life" and the twists and turns of fate are strange. In this case, I think I'll have to deal with the fate of my past life.

I have asthma and knee pain, and I have tried various treatments, but sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad.

My daughter recommended acupuncture treatment at Thingangyun Sanpya Hospital where she works. I met with Dr. Aung Myat Thwin, a doctor.

He is a specialist in anesthesiology and a Chinese acupuncture practitioner.

The needle insertion hurt, but it only hurt for a short time and the pain subsided after the insertion.

(During acupuncture, the master often talks and asks questions.) I think the acupuncture pain is relieved by answering his questions.

After about four acupuncture treatments, my knee was so stiff that I could sit up straight. The pain when walking was relieved. The shortness of breath was also reduced. The pain from the wind was also greatly relieved. It was easier to walk and move around.

When I had my fifth acupuncture, my daughter said, "Dr. Mi Kyaw Thaung sent me to Singapore for treatment because the vocal cords in my neck were bad."

"Yes, of course," he asked, still inserting the needle.

"What is he doing to you?"

"Nope"

“Aw... she's the daughter of the great writer Khin Hnin Yu. She's a writer, isn't she?”

"Yes, of course... Shit," I replied, gritting my teeth as I felt a sharp pain.

“What is the matter with you, Khin Hnin Yu?” the doctor asked, holding a needle in his hand and inserting it around his knee. He also asked about acupuncture. He also asked him about other things he wanted to know.

Although he already knew some things, he seemed to be asking questions to distract the patient (to distract him from the pain and focus his attention on the questions).

"Dr. Mi Kyaw Thaung is also an anesthesiologist," he said. "I was so sore when they injected me."

"Yes, of course...Shh...Get out...Get out"

“He is also very good. When he came to Yangon, he told young doctors what they should know. He is very good. He is very kind. Dr. Mi Kyaw Thaung has risen to the top and is very good.”

I said nothing and rubbed the areas where the needles had been inserted. “What’s wrong with you, Daw Khin Hnin Yu?” I asked again.

I think the doctor was trying to talk the patient into changing his mind before he finished the acupuncture.

"Our eldest sister"

""Aw...his letters are so good. You're retired now, so why don't you write?"

"I wrote it.. it's all over"

"I've never seen it. How long has it been since you wrote? What did you write?" The doctor was very curious, and his questions were many."

"I've been writing since around 1973. I've written for newspapers, and some magazines, including poetry, essays, and articles. But not much. It's sporadic."

The acupuncture is over and there is no more pain. It only took a moment for the acupuncture to be done, but it didn't hurt as much as the injection.

The doctor continued to speak.

"Who is better, you or Khin Hnin Yu?"

"Ha..he's better, sir."

"You retired as an associate professor."

"Even though he's an associate professor, he's not as good as him. Education is something that anyone can learn if they have the opportunity, right?"

""You have to try""

"Yes. When I was in my BA, he put me first before I went to university. The skills he was writing about were ones I couldn't have even if he taught me."

"That's genius."

Now that the acupuncture is over, I think the patient is really interested, not just talking to distract him.

"Yes. He and I were born and raised together, but when we encounter the same event, our feelings and thoughts are different. And he is persistent. He tends to make something happen."

"Well...that's special. It's hard work."

“I want to tell you a similar story.”

"Whatever, I want to hear it too."

“She married Colonel Kyaw Thaung and one day, when my brother Kyaw Thaung needed 100 kyats to buy a gun, Ma Ma Su (Khin Hnin Yu) said that she got it from someone in the office. At that time, I think a gold coin was worth about 240 kyats.”

“We live on Sule Pagoda Road. Ma Ma Suu Kyi works as the Prime Minister’s private secretary, so she can go to the office in Windermere. She doesn’t use the office car. She only goes to the office by bus.”

“I was about to give Kyaw Thaung (100) baht back from the office in the evening when I realized that he had picked my pocket. Back then, I used to go to the office and school with just a bag.”

"Oh... that's right"

"My brother Kyaw Thaung was very angry and didn't say anything big. He's not a good woman, he can't even keep a hundred bucks safe. He's very careless," that's all he said.

"Ma Ma Su cried and said, "I'll show you the rope. Let's see what kind of woman Ma Khin Su is." She said with a disgruntled heart, "I'll show you the rope. Let's see what kind of woman Ma Khin Su is."

"Then I went to college and university and got a BA degree. I'm also trying my hand at literature. At university, Ma Suu studied Burmese language, world history, and Burmese history."