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| (Picture- The cover of the book ‘Colourful Burma’ in 1978 by Khin Myo Chit, writer, Burma. The cover design was San Toe, artist.) |
The title ‘Her Infinite
Variety’ is the well-known Shakespeare’s quotation which represents the beauty
of Cleopatra as ‘ Age cannot wither her,
Nor
custom stale
Her
infinite variety.’
Her Infinite Variety is
a short story written by Khin Myo Chit won in the ‘Horizon’ magazine short
story competition in 1970. It was first published in book ‘Colourful Burma - A Collection of Stories and Sketches’’ in
1978.
The narrator of the story; my
grandmother who describes her experience when her visit on holiday at the town
meeting with an old man, U Sein Khine, a solo performer of marionettes. Their conversation
drew the readers to the end with the sad love story told by this old man, U
Sein Khine.
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| (Picture – by U Ba Kyi – famous artist in Burma. He sketched an illustration of U Sein Khine and his loving marionette that my grandmother wished to portray.) |
Memory of a Country Life
The palm leaf mat, bamboo dais,
hot green tea, earthern cup, jiggery sweets or fresh breezing cold air were the
beautiful memories of the country life. My grandmother portrayed our Rangoon
city as the big city; feeling bored! Hot and dusty! Bla, bla, bla. I confessed
that we young people of today do not realize what marionette shows meant to the
people of old days. No young people of today saw such an old man of marionettes
performer who was carrying beautiful marionette dolls in the market place or
marionette troupes travelled in big barges along the river. Yes, they were
artists who brought entertainment, fun and magic wherever they stopped.
My grandmother also described
in the story about the marionette shows. She said there were dances of the
animals such as tigers, elephants, horses and monkey at the beginning of the
show. She still remembered the dance of the belu
(ogre) and the zawgyi (demigod). The children were thrilled by the zawgyi magnificent in the flaming red
dress, jumping and flying. My grandmother also told the dance of the belu, dressed green with fin-like crests
on its head, shoulders and elbows fascinated the audience. Moreover, the nhe (Burmese musical instrument which
sound was like howling) ominously howling to the boom of the big drum beating at
the background of the stage gave her the creeps.
Epilogue
However the story goes, my
grandmother describes her childhood memory of the country life. Her writing especially
was effective at inspiring wonderful view of the country life to the reader
because of its focus on the senses such as ‘dragged her feet towards the bamboo
dais under the huge tamarind tree’ or ‘heard many stories on her grandfather’s
knee’ or ‘took a small chunk of jiggery sweet and chewed it, chasing it down
with a cup of green tea’, etc are now rarely see in our boring, hot, dusty Rangoon
city!
Here is the link that you can get my grandmother's books;
http://myanmarbookshop.com/EnglishBooks/BooksofAuthor/118
Here is the link that you can get my grandmother's books;
http://myanmarbookshop.com/EnglishBooks/BooksofAuthor/118
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