Aung Lin - Wild Jasmine

Wild jasmine

[ 1 ]

Should I forget and hate you?

Should I expect Ma with noble love? I have not yet been able to predict and divide these two paths.

Thinking back, ` `The way I met Ma is very strange. Just hearing the name Ma makes my mind feel strange. According to the saying, "Wherever the command goes, there is a substance," what kind of substance would be in the suffix of the command name Ma? It is difficult for Ko Ba Khet to think about it.

Does it make you feel cool like a raindrop?

Or does it burn like fire? It is even more difficult to judge the weather than the wind.

When I first met Ma, I believed that she was a person with a noble mind and great love.

Looking at Ma's face, it makes my mind clear and soft, like looking at the tender buds of a flower.

Ma 's face is like a lotus flower. You can't judge her inner self just by looking at her face. However, you can tell that Ma is an honest, gentle, and innocent person just by looking at her for a moment.

It is impossible to judge Ma's inner state from that perspective. Although she may appear gentle and gentle on the surface, it is impossible to determine whether Ma's inner state is as unwavering as a pillar of stone, or as fragile as a flower that is swayed by the wind.

Therefore, after meeting Ko Ba Ket, I had to wander around as if trying to solve a puzzle.

Even though I was wandering around, I couldn't even move my foot away from her.

He prayed over and over again that Ma would be as selfless as he had hoped.

In fact , waiting for Ma's love was like waiting for rain in a scorching desert in the summer.

[2]

Ko Ba Khet was a man who came to Yangon with a violin in his hand, with only one artistic belief.

He was also determined to enter a music competition organized by the Myanmar Music Federation. Ko Ba Khet arrived in Yangon a week before the competition. There was nothing for him to do in Yangon.

The competition was held at the home of an old man. In the days before the competition, Ko Ba Khet practiced his violin and hands without stopping. He was confident that his determination and talent would be recognized in the competition. As he had been confident, he competed in the competition with great courage. However, the result was far from what he had expected. Ko Ba Khet could not place in any of the three competitions he entered.

It is impossible to think about how art is measured and judged. When judging art, is it based on personal relationships, is it based on prestige, or is it based on prestige and prestige? In his mind, it is impossible to divide.

The first person to win the piano announced his name, adding the odd letters at the end.

“The first place winner in the piano competition is Mya Mya Kyi (BA), who is already known to many fans…”

The applause in the entire competition hall was deafening. Ko Ba Khet gritted his teeth.

"Mya Mya Kyi (BA) University, which is already well-known"

Koba Khet couldn't help but wonder why these adjectives were included in the announcement.

The master of ceremonies continued to announce the names of the winners.

“The first place winner in the harp competition was Aung Htay, the musician.”

Ko Ba Khet stared at the winner. In fact, Ko Aung Htay, the musical icon, could not even play the harp without a string.

This is the first time a young person has mastered the art of playing the harp... Ko Ba Khat tightly gripped the violin in his hand.

"The first prize winner for the violin is Ko Pe Than Maung."

Ko Ba Khet was even more surprised. This time, his heart was filled with anger. He couldn't understand how these judges were measuring music. The whispering voices from the side intensified his anger.

"It's clear, the person who won the first prize in the harp was U Chan Mya's student, the person who won the first prize in the piano was Daw Mya Than Kyi's student at the university, and the person who won the first prize in the violin was Daw Mya Than Kyi's husband, and they gave it to him."

Ko Ba Khat stood up. His whole body was shaking with anger. The people around him were looking at him. Ko Ba Khat held the violin bow in one hand and the violin in the other, and shouted angrily.

“Here, sir... I would like to say a few words. I am a young musician who traveled nearly two hundred miles from Yangon to compete because I love and cherish this art of music. My knowledge can be assessed in all three types of music, the harp, the violin, and the piano. The art of music that I understand is not based on personal ties. It does not include any irrelevant prestigious degrees. Music is not something that can be memorized like children. It is memorized with the brain. It can be practiced with the hands. But the ability to play and make the listeners feel something based on the knowledge that comes from the heart is music. I do not believe that music is judged by the judges who do not play the string, bamboo, and gong beautifully, and cannot play the gong correctly. I do not believe that music is judged by the judges. It may be judged by personal ties, it may be judged by sectarianism, it may be judged by prestige. "It may be. It was my mistake to enter a competition that misuses music. I declare in front of the audience that as long as such competitions prevail, I will never enter a singles competition again."

The entire competition hall was in an uproar. The judges looked around at Ko Ba Khet with a puzzled expression. As soon as Ko Ba Khet finished speaking, he grabbed the violin with both hands, placed it on the edge of the stage, and smashed it. Then he walked out of the competition hall one step at a time.

Ko Ba Khat left in anger, with no destination. - He had nowhere to go, nowhere to stay. He didn't dare to show his face to return to his home.

Ko Ba Khat walked with his head bowed. Meanwhile, a car stopped behind him. Ko Ba Khat suddenly turned around and looked. When he saw the face of the old man in the car, his face suddenly became tense.

I clearly recognized the face I had seen among the judges I had met earlier.

From inside the car, a man in his forties or fifties approached him with a smile on his face.

Ko Ba Khat could not look at the old man's face for long. He turned away with a dissatisfied expression and continued walking.

“Hey... kid, wait... a minute, let me talk to you for a moment.”

Ko Ba Khat frowned and looked at him. Just by looking at the old man's face for once, his anger gradually subsided.

"Brother, where are you going now?"

"No way, I'll just have to keep walking until my legs hurt."

The old man stared at him in surprise.

"Hmm... so where do you live?"

"I don't have a home to live in."

“Hmm.. How are you doing in Yangon without a place to stay? Please.. Stay, brother, which city are you from?”

"I came from Mandalay and the surrounding towns because I wanted to enter the competition so much. I didn't know anyone in Yangon and didn't have a place to stay. Before, I slept at the competition secretary's house, U Buri. Now, I can't even go back to him."

The old man looked at Ko Ba Khat from head to toe as if he were examining him. As he looked at him, he seemed to feel sorry for Ko Ba Khat.

“I like all of Maung Rint’s playing styles, and I give Maung Rint the highest marks. But when there are eight players against one, who will Maung Rint win? I also like Maung Rint’s pride in his knowledge.”

Ko Ba Khat could not believe his ears. The anger he had been feeling for losing the match was completely melted away by the old man's words. Ko Ba Khat could not say anything and just kept on sobbing. The old man was staring at Ko Ba Khat, as if he was thinking about something. It seemed that he had finally decided on something.

“Now... Maung Yin, will you work for me before you return to the city? I will give Maung Yin a room to live in and pay him a salary.”

"You... will you give me a job...? Yes, I can't do anything else except play an instrument."

The old man seemed to like Ko Ba Khat's words. The old man smiled at Ko Ba Khat and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm not a bad judge of character, and I can tell you that Maung Yin is not someone who would do any other job except this one. Now Maung Yin has to do this job too. Teach the piano and harp to the children in my house. I will also pay you a salary to satisfy Maung Yin."

Ko Ba Khet couldn't believe his fate. In fact, he came to Yangon with the determination to excel in this field. When he came to Yangon, he had a dream with a little hope. When he came to Yangon, he would enter the competition and win. He would make a name for himself through the competition. With that name, he would enter the Yangon music world and advance. He would achieve greatness.

This was Ko Ba Khet's imagination. However, the events he witnessed today destroyed everything he had imagined.

So he walked aimlessly. Now he was faced with an unexpected situation. At first, he couldn't believe what the old man was saying. He looked at his face with disbelief, but the old man's steadfast and awe-inspiring composure dispelled his doubts.

"If I can learn to my liking, I will accept the job. If I can't learn, it doesn't matter. I will rest in peace and sleep peacefully on the Buddha's throne and ask for money to pay for it."

The old man laughed out loud as he listened to Ko Ba Ket's words.

"I like it.... I like artists who have this kind of courage. Here, you learn according to your own taste. It's just that the teacher called you and made you learn because you're not good at it. There's no need to interfere." Maung Rin's clothes