Date : Aug 07, 2007 12:58 PM
Author : Deja Suthikant
Subject : WAs it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?
Was it one of the geese that laid golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a little boy over half a century ago, I was embroiled in a fight with my father often for the reason unknown to me. When I looked back, I thought that it could be brought on by my motor mouth and my determination to have the last word. If that was the case, with all the whippings I had, I have not changed. Therefore life was strenuous to me then, and it was a big break for me to have the chance to stay at my grandmother’s river house in Mae Kham River, Banmee, Lopburi. Grandmother (paternal) lived with my aunt. My grandfather went back to China and never made it back home to his family. The house was so peaceful and all my relatives who clustered in three river houses adjacent to each other were so kind to me. Best of all, I liked to sit on the front patio watching fishes swimming gracefully and leisurely. The water in the river was so clear and the fishes were so tame that I could touch them with my hands.Gone is the Mae Kham River. Was it one of the geese that laid golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a boy in the Assumption Sri Raja Boarding School, I had to work very hard to get the grades I wanted. I also was constantly upset for not being able to perform well in sports and for feeling that I was a burden to my team mates. Therefore I always looked forward to the weekend when Brothers would take us on a bus trip to visit places. My most favorite place was Pattaya Beach. It was so wide that it seemed forever to me to run on the pinkly white sand beach from where the bus parked to where the pristine, deep blue water of the ocean was. But I did not care. I liked to roll over the sand while the cool waves run over me all day long.Gone is the wide beach of Pattaya, so is its white pinky sand, and so is the ocean's clear and pristine water. Was it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a young man studying at Chulalongkorn University Prep-School and Pre-med. in Bangkok, I lived at the store of my step-grand father on Padsai/Yowaraj Streets, right in the busy and noisy China Town. My grandfather was also busy looking for something for me to do, claiming that he tried to prevent me from going crazy for spending too much of my time studying my books. In search for an ideal study place away from the hectic environment I lived in, I found Wad Bho. There, it was only me and totally non-intrusive monks. I was cool in the shade of the Bho Tree, inspired by the bright multicolor ceramics on multiple, small pagodas, and pacified by the sound of music orchestrated by thoundsands and thousands of chimes dropping from eaves of the structures all around me. Best of all, when I felt tired and discouraged, I would go meditating on the side of the Reclining Buddha and had my hope renewed again and again.Gone is the peace, nicety, or quietness at Wad Bho. Was it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a student at Chiang Mai Medical School, I liked to ride my motorcycle to a nice spot on the bank of Mae Ping River and sat under a tree watching the water roaring down the wide Mae Ping. It was so majestic; it was so loving just as sung in hundreds of songs that romanticized Mae Ping. I often sang those songs on the bank happily and honestly, without the guilty feeling that I lied as I do now.Gone is the roaring water. Gone is the majestic width of Mae Ping. Was it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?Just wonder how many of those golden geese in Thailand that are still alive?
By: thaiadsense-free.blogspot.com
Author : Deja Suthikant
Subject : WAs it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?
Was it one of the geese that laid golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a little boy over half a century ago, I was embroiled in a fight with my father often for the reason unknown to me. When I looked back, I thought that it could be brought on by my motor mouth and my determination to have the last word. If that was the case, with all the whippings I had, I have not changed. Therefore life was strenuous to me then, and it was a big break for me to have the chance to stay at my grandmother’s river house in Mae Kham River, Banmee, Lopburi. Grandmother (paternal) lived with my aunt. My grandfather went back to China and never made it back home to his family. The house was so peaceful and all my relatives who clustered in three river houses adjacent to each other were so kind to me. Best of all, I liked to sit on the front patio watching fishes swimming gracefully and leisurely. The water in the river was so clear and the fishes were so tame that I could touch them with my hands.Gone is the Mae Kham River. Was it one of the geese that laid golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a boy in the Assumption Sri Raja Boarding School, I had to work very hard to get the grades I wanted. I also was constantly upset for not being able to perform well in sports and for feeling that I was a burden to my team mates. Therefore I always looked forward to the weekend when Brothers would take us on a bus trip to visit places. My most favorite place was Pattaya Beach. It was so wide that it seemed forever to me to run on the pinkly white sand beach from where the bus parked to where the pristine, deep blue water of the ocean was. But I did not care. I liked to roll over the sand while the cool waves run over me all day long.Gone is the wide beach of Pattaya, so is its white pinky sand, and so is the ocean's clear and pristine water. Was it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a young man studying at Chulalongkorn University Prep-School and Pre-med. in Bangkok, I lived at the store of my step-grand father on Padsai/Yowaraj Streets, right in the busy and noisy China Town. My grandfather was also busy looking for something for me to do, claiming that he tried to prevent me from going crazy for spending too much of my time studying my books. In search for an ideal study place away from the hectic environment I lived in, I found Wad Bho. There, it was only me and totally non-intrusive monks. I was cool in the shade of the Bho Tree, inspired by the bright multicolor ceramics on multiple, small pagodas, and pacified by the sound of music orchestrated by thoundsands and thousands of chimes dropping from eaves of the structures all around me. Best of all, when I felt tired and discouraged, I would go meditating on the side of the Reclining Buddha and had my hope renewed again and again.Gone is the peace, nicety, or quietness at Wad Bho. Was it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?When I was a student at Chiang Mai Medical School, I liked to ride my motorcycle to a nice spot on the bank of Mae Ping River and sat under a tree watching the water roaring down the wide Mae Ping. It was so majestic; it was so loving just as sung in hundreds of songs that romanticized Mae Ping. I often sang those songs on the bank happily and honestly, without the guilty feeling that I lied as I do now.Gone is the roaring water. Gone is the majestic width of Mae Ping. Was it one of the geese that laid the golden eggs that had been killed?Just wonder how many of those golden geese in Thailand that are still alive?
By: thaiadsense-free.blogspot.com
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