Maung Thein Shop - Pasit House

House of the dead

Have you ever seen a round of chess? Have you ever played chess?

I think they've at least played chess with Tiger. If they haven't, they've probably watched from the sidelines.

Pasit is a game similar to checkers and chess. It can be played by two people. It is more fun with four people.

The joint is sewn with gauze. It will be easy to take and easy to peel. It looks like a patchwork quilt, with patches and patches. I remember that the patches are full of books.

These are the checkers that must be moved.

The house of the monk is built in a cross-shaped pattern, with the streets intersecting. A tiger has eighty spaces to run. After eighty spaces, enter the house. "Finished."

There are eight tigers on each side, sixteen in total.

The snail has six seeds. It is a type of snail. One side is smooth and round. The other side is concave and has a mouth-opening shape.

The marbles are thrown simultaneously into the surrounding ceramic bowls.

If all six are turned over, 'One six.'

Six-point run.

"Fifth seed, one seed, ten."

Ten squares.

Four seeds, two seeds, one seed.

Only two squares.

Three-pointed star, three-pointed star, “One three.”

Three boxes.

Two seeds, four seeds, one seed.

Four squares.

One seed is five pieces of land (one part).

From the running field to the field.

If all six seeds are ripe, it is one baht.

Twelve squares run.

In this game, "one side" is the most powerful.

If you throw a one, a two, a ten, or a six, you are “swift.” “Swifting means you have the right to start running, to start playing. However, if you throw three consecutive swifts, you don’t get a point. “You are blind.” “You die.”

The tiger is also called "Po". "Sweyn No" has the right to "Po".

After all eight tigers have woken up, if they land on one, one half, one half, or ten, they get one more square. This is called a bonus.

There is always a ``tiger house'' on each trail. You cannot kill a tiger from a tiger house. A tiger that is free from its den is called a ``tiger''.

"The beginning of life is the most dangerous, the most disastrous. That's why adults often advise young people, 'Don't be a fool.'"

The difference between the game of checkers and chess is that "if one tiger dies, the whole family dies. If one tiger falls, all the tigers are removed from the game board. To become a "young tiger" (the tiger that starts running)...

Wake up the deer.

It is important not to get caught in the trap of your own tiger to stay in your home. Even more important is to kill the other tiger.

The game is about "killing" the other tiger rather than running away yourself. This is a lesson.

If you meet face to face in the ring, no matter how much you love or care for someone, you will only consider them enemies. Just keep the attitude of boxers who meet in the ring.

If you don't kill me, he will kill me. If you don't stab me, he will stab me.

While playing this game, two kings quarreled and even fought. It was during the Bagan era. They were Saw Lu Min, the son of King Anawrahta, and Ngara Man Kang, a member of the Utsaga Pagoda.

In the game of chance, you think you're winning but end up losing.

There are also times when tigers gather at the goal and become blind and lose.

"There are times when I find myself in the situation of a hunter who sees his prey but has no ammunition, leaving no trace."

But these...

The main thing is to defeat the other side and "kill it."

In the Pasit circle... there is no mercy.

No mercy.

It is unbearable.

No mercy.

If you can kill, kill.

If you can't kill me... I'll die... I'll lose myself...

This is... the meaning of the word.

The nature of the scythe.

Now, Ma Thet Zin thinks she has become part of the Pasit circle.

I remember being one of the four players selected to play.

Myself, U Tin Maung Thant, Daw Khin May Myaing, Nyo Ma Thant....

The four of them sat down on either side of the playing field, taking their places.

So... we will have to abandon the practice of the pacifist. We will have to hide our compassion. We will have to ignore compassion and kindness. We will have to abandon the Dharma of compassion.

I will have to practice according to the heart of the player..

The telephone speaker in Ma Thet Zin's hand seemed to be heavier than it actually was. Her hands were sweaty again, and she held on tighter, thinking the speaker would slip.

The telephone bell rang for a long time, then fell silent as if someone had picked it up from the other side.

"Hello..." came the strange voice of a woman.

“Is it Daw Khin May Myaing?” Ma Thet Zin’s voice trembled even as she tried to control it.

"Yes, of course, who is it?"

“I’m xxx My name is Ma Thet Zin xxx It’s a pleasure to meet you, big sister xxx I have a few words to say xxx It’s about big sister’s husband, U Tin Maung Thant xxx He is with me now xxx He asked me to call you xxx”

Ma Thet Zin hesitated for a moment. She spoke in a voice that sounded like a groan, a deep sigh.

“He..he wants to divorce his older sister xxx and then marry me xxx”

Ma Thet Zin said, “When I first entered the literary world, I didn't realize that I had already started a story.

She is interested in companies, limited companies, and large businesses. She respects the owners, managers, and administrators who run them. They are powerful, intelligent, wealthy, and energetic.

Ma Thet Zin also believes that in the world, a person, especially a man, needs to have power, knowledge, and money. The person Ma Thet Zin will meet now is “U Tin Maung Thant,” the owner of “Padaya Raja Literature Company.” He is also the administrator. Therefore, Ma Son Khin is very impressed.

Ma Thet Zin is the second leader of the 'Commercial Association'. The association is made up of graduates of Commerce. It is a private non-cooperative organization. It provides accounting, auditing, and bookkeeping services to private businesses. It helps solve problems related to taxes such as income tax and sales tax. It charges a small fee.

“Ma Thet Zin came to the Padaraja to compile the lists that had been discarded for many years.

Ma Thet Zin “sat in the guest room of the palace and observed the work. There seemed to be printing presses inside the room. Sometimes there were machine noises. I could see some people moving around, typing, arranging, and editing.

There are large standing cabinets on the walls. Books are scattered in an unorganized manner. Original paintings and designs are hung on the walls in frames.

U Tin Maung Thant's room is private, with a polished, three-ply wood panel and glass-backed windows.

It's twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Having walked through the hot sun, Ma Thet Zin was burning and suffocating. She was sweating profusely. She was even covering herself with a handkerchief.

Meanwhile, the door to U Tin Maung Thant's room opened.

A part of him, who looked like the clerk who had told Ma Thet Zin to wait a moment earlier, appeared. He opened the door.

“I can see U Tin Maung Thant, Daw Thet Zin.”

Ma Thet Zin picked up her 'attachment case'. Because she was used to carrying a lot of documents, Ma Thet Zin could not carry anything like a briefcase or a handbag. She was carrying a small, flat, hand-held box called an 'attachment case'.

The first thing Ma Thet Zin noticed when she entered the room was that it was cold. She noticed that the air conditioner was on.

A man was sitting behind a large Formica table, similar to his own, and a man was standing near him. Ma Thet Zin guessed that the man sitting there was U Tin Maung Thant.

“Sir Wanizza, this is Daw Thet Zin,” the clerk introduced himself and at the same time turned to Ma Thet Zin.

“Daw Thet Zin.. this is U Tin Maung Thant”

Ma Thet Zin's observation is correct. The person sitting is U Tin Maung Thant.

U Tin Maung Thant glanced over the top of his thick glasses at Ma Thet Zin.

“Ah... yes, sit down, Daw Thet Zin.”

He pointed to a chair. Then his gaze returned to the table.

Ma Thet Zin sat down in the chair in front of the table.

There are some unfinished projects on the table. Documents are scattered around. There is a design on the papers. U Tin Maung Thant is looking at the picture. He seems to be absorbed.

Ma Thet Zin was observing the room.

The walls of the room are painted a light gray. There are some valuable paintings on the walls. In one corner of the room is a table. On the table is a typewriter. The floor is covered with a shaggy carpet. There are standing cabinets and bookshelves. Most of what you see are original designs that look like they have been used.

Ma Thet Zin turned to U Tin Maung Thant.

He looks surprisingly young.

At first, I thought he would be older than he is.

My hair is starting to break a little. Even though it's neatly combed, it's longer than it should be for someone who's already forty.

Light skin, thin face, and a prominent nose.

Lips thin, tightly pursed.

The beard is well-trimmed.

Ma Thet Zin and U Tin Maung Thant met each other's eyes. For the first time, I saw U Tin Maung Thant smile. A smile of recognition for Ma Thet Zin. A smile of friendly greeting.

“U Myo Swe called in advance to let you know that Ma Thet Zin was coming.”

“Yes”

U Myo Swe is the elder of Ma Thet Zin.

The first leader of "Vanizza".

“Ah... I have to introduce myself. This is Ko Nanda. I'm a painter.”

The artist, Ko Nanda, was tall and fair-skinned. He was around thirty years old. Ma Thet Zin had seen the artist's work on some of the covers of novels.

“It's nice to meet you,” Ma Thet Zin said with a smile. Ko Nanda nodded in agreement.

"This is his work," said U Tin Maung Thant, holding the design in front of Ma Thet Zin. Ma Thet Zin took it and looked at it. | The cover of the book.

'Practical yoga practices for you' .

A tall, handsome man sits cross-legged with his eyes downcast, practicing meditation.

“How do you feel, Ma Thet Zin?”

"Sir..."

Ma Thet Zin didn't understand U Tin Maung Thant's question.

"How do you like the picture?"

"I don't know" design is back.