Nae Win Myint - Quiet Thoughts

Try it. 

Don't think that all the work you've done has been in vain because everything you've done has been headed in the wrong direction. It's possible that the best thing could happen.

So, when you face this, smile. Then try again. Because those testimonies of failure can be like a magic door. The path that leads you to a happiness and joy you have never experienced before. In the battle of worldly wealth, you are still weak. Not yet defeated.

Don't waste precious moments in tears and regrets. Stand tall. Face the world. The highest goal of your greatest hope. All your dreams will come true. From your past mistakes, you must redeem wisdom. From your pain, you must redeem courage. Then one day you will be able to speak.

"Remember the grace of God. I dare to look at you again."

('Patience Strong 's Try Again)

In front of the apartment where I live is the Ayeyarwady River. There are small villages along the river to the west. Above the villages along the river, the Sagaing Mountains loom. This is the west bank. On the east bank, there are alluvial islands between the river and the taro. Seasonal crops are as far as the eye can see. Farmers have planted and sown on these alluvial islands. They have harvested their crops. The river seems to be able to grow this. It flows calmly as if it has nothing to do with it. Farmers have dug up their peanuts and are preparing to plant the next round of black soil on the alluvial islands. I see that the fields are green and lush after planting, and those who are plowing the land seem to be looking forward to what they will get in the next round. The soursop trees have seen a lot. They have just dug up the trees. What will the ones who are plowing now plant? I am thinking about everything I see in my apartment.

But it is not possible. This year the rains have come early. There have been four or five heavy rains. The river has risen. The blue river is now dark and dirty. The fields have been covered. The ploughed fields are also under the water. I can hear the farmers shouting from the river, "Take as many as you want from the soursop trees." Try again. The farmers don't seem to hear me. All the hard work and effort of men and cattle, all the hardy plants in the fields,

I remember a Chinese story. Once upon a time, there was a well by the side of a river. The river was its own, but the well was jealous of the river. The river was a dirty, smelly, ugly creature, it said. It was always running. It was the only one who possessed the beauty of calmness. It was a pity that the river could not experience the beauty of the sky as the well could. The well told the river every day that it was the only one who could endure calmness. The river did not say a word. When the river was in flood, the water was roaring. Everything around it was gradually submerged under the water. The water came to the well.

First, the bottom was covered with water. Then the whole well went under the river. The author only describes this incident. However, at the end of the short story, he writes a sentence: “The fact that the well went under the river is not so much the problem. The real problem is the “steady endurance” that he is talking about. It is the sinking that is the problem.”

I still want to try the freshwater well that had been submerged with steady endurance.

Once, I went to an advertising shoot for an article. It was late when photographer Nyaung Oo Pho Cho and I arrived. We were filming a soap advertisement with a Burmese actress. The equipment and technicians were from India. The Burmese actress, dressed in a bright jade-colored dress, was sweating profusely on her forehead.

Lighting?

"Okay"

Sound?

"Okay"

Camera?

"Okay"

Action?

The Indian man in charge of filming said (Action), and the princess entered the kitchen, holding a handcuff. She placed the handcuff on the table, and placed one of the objects in the handcuff on the small shelf behind her.

That card was being filmed before we arrived. The cameraman, who was watching the monitor, immediately shouted.

"Try Again, Sweet, Please"

The princess came out again. Lighting, OK. As soon as she came in, she said, “No, No, Sweet Try again.” As far as I could see, she had been shooting the scene no less than ten times. She said, “Please listen to the princess, so I’ll rest for a while.” Then, U Phoe Cho and I got closer.

"Are there many "Try again" threads?"

"I'm tired, man. I can't just go with whatever I want, it's too much. I won't let go until I get what I want."

I don't understand the movie (let's say about the camera). I'm also thinking that what's wrong with the actress acting. I think the last card that I like and the first Try again card are the same. It must be because they see something wrong with their eyes and their art. There's no reason for the Indian director to torture the Burmese actress. The director keeps shouting, Try again until he gets what he wants. The actress is a paid actress, so why do she have to do it again and again? I can see the difference between someone who chooses the best from other people's acting (repeatedly trying) and someone who tries again and again but has no feeling. The actress has already liked the card and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, sir. I just did what I always do."

I once met a Burmese singer who recorded in the era of records. Maha Myaing was in a studio. He was recording a song with a Burmese band. The record was three minutes long. At that time, there was no pre-recording. There were no mixdown systems. It was recorded in one go. It was an era where you had to record the band and the vocals at the same time. The song was only two minutes and forty-three seconds long. The first one was played for about thirteen seconds, the band played without any sound, and the vocals played for three minutes. When it was actually recorded, the band played too long, the band was not in the mood, the singer was not energetic, etc. It only took one day. The song didn’t work. He hired another one the next day. It was not easy to rent both the singer and the band, and the recording studio.

The female singer sang it at least ten times. The saeng wai (teacher Sein Bo Tint) also played it at least ten times. Again and again. The next day I heard that it was okay. But in all this effort, as far as I could see, the main thing was trying to fit in the three-minute space. It was like trying to fit into the frame.