Golden Peacock - Rupanadhni Rupankalyani

Chapter (1)

Human beings experience many events in their lives, and some of them remain unforgettable even after a hundred years of life. The following events, which I personally experienced, are as vivid as if they happened yesterday, even though they happened only a few days ago.

After my parents died when I was young, I studied for free as a boarding student at an English school. After passing the BA exam, I am working hard to prepare for the exam to become a high school teacher.

About 15 years ago, as I mentioned, I was the only one in the room studying to become a teacher, and it was already past midnight. I got up from my chair and looked at my reflection in a nearby mirror. I thought, “I have dark skin, unlike others, and I have acne scars the size of a kidney. Some of them are ugly, but they are young and attractive. But I am still in my twenties, but I have the strength of an old man in his seventies. Even if I become a teacher and get a BA, it will be difficult for me to find a wife in this life. The woman I like will not be a good mother, a good father, or a good child. I will only be able to find a woman who can eat and drink, and even if she is of a different race, I cannot imagine a wife in this life. However, As the saying goes, "I have no form but I have strength ." As I was thinking, "The uglier I am than others, the more intelligent I am." I heard a knock on the door outside the room. I went to open it and saw a man carrying an iron box, looking tired.

The person who came in was Ko Saw Nan, a student about thirty-five years old and looking very unwell. The others had left school at that age and were working with their children and wives, but Ko Saw Nan was only thirty-five years old and was studying for a BA degree and living in the same room as me.

I was surprised to see him carrying a large box at the wrong time, and as I helped him down, Saw Nan was sitting on a chair, coughing violently. When the coughing stopped and he felt a little better, Saw Nan said...

"I'm done, friend, this is the last day," he said . I didn't understand...

"What did you say? What's the last thing?" Ko Saw Nan asked, before he could answer, he suddenly pointed to the lemonade bottles, so I opened one for him. Ko Saw Nan drank the lemonade in one go...

“I’m done, my friend, I can’t stay, I’m going to die,” he said again, and I was about to say that I couldn’t die, and Saw Nan looked at me with a look of anger on his face, and I stared at him.

"Don't talk too long, my friend, I'm too tired, I'm going to die tonight, I'm sure, so before I die I want to tell you something, I can't tell you more, so listen carefully to what I have to say, pull up a chair here, okay, you and I have known each other for two years. What do you know about me?"

"As far as I know, you are thirty-five years old. You came to school at an age when others were leaving school to work. You had a wife, but now she has passed away. She was a very good friend to me, that's all I know."

"Don't you know I have a son?" "I don't know."

"I have a son, who is about five years old now, and I can't even look at his face now because my wife died, so if I die, I want you to give me this child."

"Please, my hand"

“Yes, I want to leave it with you. I have known for a long time that I cannot live alone. So I don’t see who I should leave this child with. I only see you. I have known you for about two years. As far as I know, you are ugly on the outside but very kind on the inside. Please give me a bottle of lemonade.” He said, and I did as he said. After drinking the lemonade, Ko Saw Nan continued...

"Listen carefully to what I say, Ko Bo Htaw. Look at my face carefully. What kind of person do you think I am?" he said . I lit a candle to light the lamp and looked closely at Ko Saw Nan's face. Although his eyes were dark from the disease and his cheeks were almost sunken, Ko Saw Nan had a very handsome appearance and perfect features when he was young.

After staring at it for over a minute...

"I think they're Burmese," Ko Saw Nan replied .

“I’m not a real Burmese, my mother is a real Shan, and my father is Burmese. So, do you know that you have seven generations of relatives, seven generations of lineage? Who is your father?”

"U Tun" "What about his father?" "U Kyaw"

"What about his father?" U Aung asked. "What about his father?"

How can I know? I don't know enough to ask or remember. I don't know enough.

"Well, you know only a little bit, we don't have that. I know all of my lineage back to about 90 generations, you will know about that later. I can't tell you for sure now, you won't believe me if I tell you. Do you know how many years it has been since our Blessed One passed away?"

"I don't know." "What is the current Myanmar calendar? 1257."

" The Burmese calendar is based on the eighth of the year,

"2439"

It has been 2439 years since the Buddha passed away. During the Buddha's lifetime, in the land of Alavi, there was a monk named Puthujin, the brother of King Pakkusati, who was worshipped by King Kaccha. You know about King Kaccha, don't you? The Buddha gave him a special place to rest because he was not like him in appearance.

The younger brother of the king, Kumara, was not as handsome as his elder brother, but he was the next in line. King Palusati of the kingdom of Alavi was so fond of Kumara that he built a large golden temple and brought him alms every day in his palace. And that king also had a daughter named Satara Devi, who was so beautiful that all the kings came to visit her.

So the king was so fond of the young prince that both his daughter and the queen visited him every day. In those days, the monk, the nine monks, who could not control their five senses, married the daughter and secretly fled without the king knowing.

So, as they passed through the Himalayas and near Tibet, they encountered a very strange people, ruled by an old queen who looked like a goddess.

So, when King Kumara and Princess Citra Devi arrived, they only stayed in that country for a short time. The queen wanted to marry King Kumara and planned to get rid of him, but when she couldn't, she killed King Kumara. Her daughter escaped unharmed. I can't tell you how she escaped. King Kumara is my descendant.

You may not believe it now, but if you are not dead, you will know when you read the letter in the box.

I can't really say whether I'm separated by (1) generation or (92) generations from Shinkumara.

So, his daughter, Citra Devi, escaped unharmed, and she became pregnant. She did not dare to return to her homeland, nor did she know how to return. She wandered wherever she went. She went to the Chin people in northern Burma, and gave birth to a son . The descendants of that son were now only me and my son.

So, when the young man escaped from the hands of the Chin people and came to Burma, he got married and had children. The military commander Bo Moethi from the time of U Aung Zeya was also our descendant, and the military commander Bo Bala from the time of Bagyidaw was also our descendant.

So some of them are gone. Some are farmers, some have served the king and have been passed down from generation to generation. During the time of our ancestors, they were wealthy farmers with many farms and fields.