Kangleimaichou

It was meant to be precious It was among the two That you were to get One was your mother And it was her How you thought about Thought them While tramping in the melee You had been to places You always wanted What you needed Never before you carried Such a picture At which you would smile With prolonged fondness And you looked for a word, A word that would exact it That was love The thing that had long evaded The thing that you had known The thing that stared At your back She changed you Changed you after so long Made you stand Before what you had avoided It was her you carried It was her smiles that You stared at with smiles You stored up her words Even the unsaid ones She once said She wanted to find a quiet place Where she could find peace The place where Buddha was You knew that So it was that you knew It was that you had in your mind A shawl for your mother Buddha for her You smiled when she asked you Asked you to get her something It was...

I once knew London The London of my parents The city of my grandparents The city of Thames The London of Cockney And the city of posh But it soon was strange All was strange In the London I once knew With the memories of my grandfather Far from my past With the memories of my Parents swallowed up Fast by the new London I couldn't like it I knew there was nothing What I knew was old It was old and remote It was also irrelevant What I looked at Was the stories I had heard The stories told in my childhood The stories my grandfather told By the warm fires In the warm sun It was the stories from India London was not my place No more Any longer But I found a place in the stories It said it was in the hills It said it was a town A town in the hills Perhaps a place in Kim The town of narrow roads The roads sometimes snaky Between the lines of chinar  trees Its people simple Unlike the highlanders I knew I took the town to my sleep I woke up to the t...

I have been holding myself back from delivering any remarks against the recent coup d'etat in Thailand. One chief reason is the fact that my third fiction encompasses the political landscape of the place.  But with all the updates streaming in from several sources, I am rather tempted to let my political stance be quite clear. The glittering gadgets in reckless hands and the roads packed with foreign cars can’t be construed as a development that exacts political developments in the minds of the people. You can discuss what province in the country has got the best fried pork with the best and the most beautiful people, yet the same people would discourage you from discussing politics. Politics, to most, is for the elite or for the royalists, and this most Thais don’t mind much as long as they have a place to work to make a living. No Thai would bother to go as far as the kindergarten curriculum to find out why they are taught that certain families are superior to the rest,...