Thawtar Swe - This world is not for sale.

Arya and alcohol 

"Here is Maung Thawta Shwe's..."

I took the glass from my lips and...

"Khinnya.."

As the drinking became more intense, U Kyaw Rot began to speak.

"Nobles, turn alcohol into water..."

"Hmm... that's so cute..."

"For alcoholics like you, yes, but for monks, this is a big deal. When they see such a person, they worship him with great devotion, thinking that he is a true arahant."

I finished my cup....

“Wait.. Uncle Kyaw Rot, how stupid is it to mix alcohol with water? In my opinion, it’s easy to mix alcohol with water. Well... Now, some public liquor stores are even getting caught for mixing alcohol with water, and the newspapers are still reporting it...?”

The rat spat out a loud slurp of saliva.

"Don't be a jerk to people who drink together, Maung Thaw Tar Shwe Ya..., these kinds of things are already common..."

“Oh.. Uncle Rat also said that he wanted to shorten the rat’s tail. I don’t know for sure. Now... how did Arya turn alcohol into water? Tell me. If you put your finger in a bottle of alcohol and say it turns into water, does it turn into water? Well... as for someone who says he can turn water into alcohol... come here, I will build a house and worship you for the rest of my life...”

“Hey... comedian... you're so funny... I'm not saying anything good....”

“Tell me.. how does alcohol become water?.. I have heard that.... “Sotapanso, desire to know, two drinks, if you mix, only water will enter, nature”....”

"I'm not saying that, but when you drink it in his mouth, the nature of the alcohol disappears and it becomes pure water..."

"Ah... if you're drunk, then you're an arahant, right?"

"Hey...that's not why I said I became an arahant..." Noble persons who have renounced the world and attained the Dhamma...even alcohol becomes water when it enters their mouths..."

"I have heard this saying. This must be a metaphor. In reality, what noble person, what arahant, would say that drinking alcohol makes my mouth water?"

"Aye... I like what you say, but was there ever a monk who turned into water when he drank alcohol..."

"How stupid, you showed me drinking alcohol and then told me that it was just water in my mouth without even flinching. This is probably the kind of guy who used to drink hard liquor when he was a man..."

"You're right, I'm an alcoholic too, I understand. What I'm going to say now is not that..."

“While traveling with his kappiya, on the road... er... I have to tell you, his kappiya is a smuggler, a smuggler. He always has a small bag to carry before eating. On the road, he saw this bottle in the bag on the ox cart. He asked the kappiya who was walking behind the cart. Hehe... Daka... What kind of bottle is this? So, I said, “A bottle of water, Buddha.” Then the monk said, “Huh... I am thirsty and ready to drink.” The kappiya shouted, “This water is not clean, Buddha. My disciple is drinking water. Here is clean water, Buddha.” He ran up and down the cart and said, “Papa, this water is not clean, Buddha.” But the monk couldn’t get up and down, but the monk had already taken half the bottle. Then the kappiya said, “Oh, this is trouble, once and for all.” So the monk... er... Daka laughed, “There is no problem on the road, just hide it, you.” "I'm drinking.. I'm drinking what's mine, you can't blame me. Roh..roh, it's still here. You're thirsty, the sun is hot and dry... so the priest was surprised and took it with a big yawn and drank it... Oh... Oh, the rest of the alcohol is water, brother... "

So I'm interested.. "

"That's strange, isn't it? People don't call this monk an arahant, do they?"

“Ha.. I’m just saying.. Since I heard that word from Kappiya, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and people from all over the world have come to see him and practice his meditation methods. Don’t tell me, that monk is also a meditation instructor..”

"Oh... oh, okay... what's the trick? Is it the way to breathe deeply, or is it the way to be very thin and plump..."

"I don't know about those..."

"Dude... how long has it been since you showed up..."

"It's been a long time... I... was still young then, it would be nice if you... wrote about that person..."

"Ah... I guess so. I'm a contemporary novelist. How can I go and read Theravada Buddhism? This is just Pali, and I don't know Pali at all."

"No need, you don't know Pali either."

“Aung Ma, the meditation teacher, doesn’t know Pali, so... is that possible?”

“Haven’t you read the Sun Lun Sayadaw’s At-Kapatti? That great monk didn’t know a single word. The now widely-claimed Arahant, Theingu Sayadaw, was a bandit captain. He only attained the Dhamma at the age of 46 and began his efforts.”

"Now... what about the alcoholic you were talking about..."

“He is not young, he has had a very bad life, and at the age of 50 he is wearing a robe, and he is not very literate. He only knows elementary school, Pali, eh... he only knows a little English, but he is a very versatile person…”

I found it a little...

"Oh... you're all right, are you a head taller than the others?"

Here, the rat looked at me with curious eyes...

"Why are you asking me this..."

"Why don't you ask me why..."

"Do you know these guys...? They're tall, they get beaten up a lot in the game because they're tall..."

"Why are you being beaten?"

“Huh... because he was taller than the others, his head was hidden in front of them, so people started hitting each other while watching the game. Not only were they hit, they were also kicked and thrown at him....”

"So his head will be scarred, these are the bitter wounds of life, oh... yes, he is a man of many people, and he is a head taller than others..."

I have memorized what Master Shwe U Daung wrote, "

"So, he's outstanding, I want to write about this kind of person, Uncle Mouse, does he know much about him?"

“Ha... they're from our area, I know everything..” “So tell me....”

“His parents were the village farm owners of that time, they were wealthy people. At first, he was only in the village monastery, then he went to the English school in the city with the help of the Chitty Bank, which they borrowed money from. Since the village was 5 miles away from the city, as was the custom of the village farm owners of that time, they took money from the Chitty Bank and bought him a bicycle, a pair of boots and a motorcycle, and an Algin watch.”

"Aung...it's all good..." I said.

"So what is a mozart..."

"They call socks "...

“Oh... tell me his maiden name, his full name, and his monk title. If possible, his date of birth... day, month, year. Because when writing a biography of such a noble person, you have to include some details...”

“I don’t know his day, year, or month. If you want, ask his relatives later. Well, his birthday will be on Thursday, because his monk title is U Thanya and his personal name is Ko Myint Oo. But when he came to the city, the English students called him Daggyi Daggyi…”

“That’s right, the city people want to suppress the rural people when they come to the city. So, what grade level did he teach at that English school?”

"Only he knows the truth, his parents don't know either. He said that he was in the 7th grade, so his parents had to pay for his books until the 7th grade. But... he was a C.E.T.

"Cats, rats, mice, bats, and bats are only common..."

"Dude..at what age did he drop out of that school?"

“Only he knows this, because... he... When he was 13 years old, he went to the city and became a young man, but he didn't go to school well. He even asked for money from home, so he stole and lived in the forest. When he was 17, he became addicted to opium and stopped going to school and started playing cards... ”,

“Aung Mae Lay…..is he really a bad person? Cool…that’s why he got pardoned so quickly. Now…tell me, is he married?”

"Of course, his parents wouldn't let him stay like this. They said he should get married so they could settle down, so they sold him to a girl they liked..."

"So he's okay?"

"Don't tell me it's good, his wife is also addicted to opium and started playing cards with him."

“Hey…”

“So, both parents ran out of the materials they had made and started to sell the land to Chit Ti. But they didn’t give up. The couple agreed to play cards according to the saying, “Follow the boat, follow the money, follow the money.” They continued to play cards, looking for a wise man. Finally, when they met a fortune teller and played cards, they were called to play cards.

"Hmm..is this possible.."

"Possible or impossible, listen.., I'll tell you. I remember them well. They were over 30 years old and I was about 10 years old. Their job to raise ghosts is not easy. They have to die raw.. Before they die, they have to be buried in the grave."

"It must be a place that is close to you so that you can place the medicine underneath."

"Well.. it's not easy, is it?"

"Yes, but it was their merit, and it coincided with a coincidence. While he was searching for this teacher, his friend and a man named Po Kyaw, who was playing cards, fell from a tree and was confined to his house for 3 days."