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Yangon Shopping

 

An evening bazaar, I live in one of the city's most populated neighborhoods. Right across the street from my apartment is an evening bazaar. Opened along the sidewalk of a busy street, it is a typical makeshift bazaar. As its name suggests, it sells food supposed to be easily cooked for dinner like meat, fish and vegetables.

A mall is always a very busy place, people come, buy something and dash off. It is, though, congested, with some people spilling over the nearby street.

Unlike people who are roaming the market, they are coming with every intention of buying. They hardly leave empty handed. This perhaps accounts for its steady growth; over the past few years.

Three categories of buyers

The first is for those on their way home from work; the second for the housewives making a dash to the bazaar before their husband and children come home from work and school, say, on an empty stomach and the third for the househusbands who do household chores in the place of housewives. Anyhow in my opinion it looks as if it was making all of the categories

addicted, so to speak. I apologize if they feel offended at what I say. However, I fully know their feeling because I belong to the third category. I am a househusband who is obsessive about shopping there.

There are two major interesting shopping area

Anawrahta Road

one is the Bogyoke Market and the other is along Anawrahta Road which is somehow the 5.th Avenue of Myanmar.

Plenty of interesting stuff is also going on in the side street which form different quarters just like in India, the Middle Age in Europe or Sukhumvit Road in Bangkok.

A extensive urban trek along  

Anawrahta Road should be visited, that's where the "City Beat" runs high. Along the street is a virtual mirror what's going on in the city. There is the flower market at 38th street with great tempered flowers from Shan State such as Lilies and other.  There are tasty bananas sold at the street front, all kind of electronics, cameras and gadgets, cheap opticians who know

 
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their business, plenty of picture developer, street food, dress shops, supermarkets, betel shops, instant shoes repair, tailors, book shops etc.

 

 

Anawrahta Road East
Anawrahta Road East

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Brand New Vintage Toyota at a side road

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Intersection with Sule Pagoda Road left is Trader Hotel, right is Sakura Tower

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Vulnerability to being cheated

At first, going to bazaar turned out to be a daunting task but, now, I can manage to cope with it. For example, I effortlessly haggle over price while I am casting a glance at the freshest vegetables or the weighing balance, otherwise I would be vulnerable to being cheated at freshness or weight. Rain or shine, like other shoppers, I force my way through the crowd along the shop-lined sidewalk. At the time, the sellers are touting their goods in a scrambling manner. But, frankly speaking, I don't see the thing I am looking at and/or I don't hear anything at all no matter how close a vendor's voice comes. I am often preoccupied then. In other words, I am overwhelmed by the feeling of being a househusband.

Being a househusband

My career cut short so I was out of work. My wife became a breadwinner. Sooner or later did our errands girl leave our family. We are a family which is as small as three 'comprising I, my wife and our daughter. Our daughter is lending her mother a helping hand. So I had to replace the errands girl first and then to become a full-fledged househusband. I am middle-aged. I live at the third floor of a walk-up (a tall building without lift). So for me the proximity of the bazaar is offset, I arrive home from the bazaar puffing and panting. But I do not take a short pause. Instead I go straight to the kitchen. Cooking is the next thing I have to do by myself. A determined effort to cook the best possible dish would gradually ease my tiredness.

Nothing beats my wife's cooking

I never think of cooking as a women's task. But, like most of husbands, I was never in the kitchen before my career cut short, let alone cooked a single dish. In contrast, now I know how to cook a number of dishes, although our daughter dubs many "bland dish." If a dish tastes good, she gives me a thumb-up. But it isn't easy to happen. By the way, my family is fairly finicky about food. Luckily enough, my wife is a good cook. I and our daughter are never fed up with what she cooks but it has more effect on our daughter. Our daughter dogmatically holds that "nothing beats her mother 's cooking". Our daughter hardly ever gives credit to other people's cooking. Even a thumb-up to me doesn't mean credit either but merely a no-objection signal. Anyhow when I am given such thumb-up the whole tiredness falls away.

 
No guarantees for good flavor

I think there are only a few recipes for Yangon typical food. You would pour a small amount of cooking oil into a wok first and then put minced or crushed onion and garlic when oil comes to the boil. This is the first step for almost every dish. Then, stir until onion and garlic are well done. The next thing is to put primary food like fish, meat or vegetable. Whatever good recipes and ingredients are used, a dish should be tasteful. So, a cook should guarantees for good flavor. But I am a cook who gives no such guarantees. Instead, I am cooking dishes

Thankless job

As a househusband, I have to do what errands girl did and what my wife did combined, involving running errands, cooking, washing and cleaning. At the end of the day, my daily routine is not finished but the time runs out and I get exhausted, while being anxious about whether the dishes I paired for dinner today and for lunch tomorrow satisfy my wife and daughter or are appetizing to them. Household chores are more laborious than they seem to be. Many things are left undone and many more are to come. Nevertheless nobody says thank you. My wife and daughter seem to take me for granted. Only then do I realize why our ancestors called it thankless j ob. Or I could grasp the point that family is the thing which always comes first in the thankless jobbers' lives, Story by Saw Lya  more shopping

 
     


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