Alex - The Almighty !! :)

                                                                                

The name Alexander automatically brings a picture of a Great War hero who is known to be the greatest military commander in the history of the world. During his 11 year journey of conquest he was able to conquer across various borders starting from Egypt to India. The intoxication of power took him to such an extent that winning became his passion and war the mode of conquest.  Let us understand the insight of the life of this great king. Alexander was born to King Phillip II and Olympias.

 Alexander was born on 20^th July 356 BC and died at a very young age of 32 in 323 BC. On the day he was born, the temple of Diana at Ephesus burned down raising speculations among the fortune tellers that the driving force responsible for the destruction of Asia has come into existence.

Alexander was known for the sweat smelling fragrance of his body. He was known for his blond hair, fair skin and Alexander’s eyes (one blue, one brown) revealed a dewy, feminine quality. This condition is called Heterochromia, an ocular condition in which one iris is a different color from the other iris.

 Alexander became the regent of Macedonia the age of 16 when his father King Phillip II had to leave the country to wage war and annex kingdoms.

Alexander enjoyed martial arts and hunting.  The name of his favorite horse was Bucephalus which he rode until he fell sick and died.

Alexander was tutored and greatly influenced by Aristotle.

Olympias, his mother managed to turn Alexander against his own father as the relation of Philip II and Olympias was estranged which led Philip marrying Cleopatra. King Philip Ii was murdered by Pausanias (an angry subject of Philip’s dynasty). So at the age of Twenty Alexander was declared the King of Macedonia.

It is believed that Alexander was related to the great Greek heroes like Hercules from his father’s side and Achilles from his mother’s side.

He founded the city of Alexandria located by the mouth of the river Nile in Egypt in 331 B.C.Alexander ‘undid’ the hitherto unsolvable Gordian knot, a feat said to await the future “king of Asia”. According to the most vivid story, Alexander proclaimed that it did not matter how the knot was undone, and he hacked it apart with his sword.

Alexander was known to be very generous. He distributed the earnings of the war among his soldiers and their families and his subjects. The only thing he kept for himself was “His Hope”.General Haphaestion was the best friend of Alexander and the second in command.
 Alexander used to recruit the police force from his local people.

At present, Alexandria, with a population of 4.1 million, is the second-largest city in Egypt, and is the country's largest seaport, serving about 80% of Egypt's imports and exports. Alexandria is also an important tourist resort.

The best thing that describes him is that when people used to speak about the existence of numerous worlds, he used to get upset and weep. When enquired he used to say, “There are so many worlds and I haven’t conquered even one”

 

Alexander The King of "Hope", Somebody Describe Him As a Great Conqueror, Somebody Describe His as a Cruel Barbaric Killer, But This Lad Has Created a Bridge of  Unique Unification of Asia & Europe , Which Has flourished the Culture of Two Continent & Brings the Prosperity in Business . My Historic Hero of All Time :D, Love you Alex <3<3<3, There Has a Similarity Between Us WE SHARE THE SAME BIRTH STAR ********* Hahahahaha ;) :D.

 

                                                                                 

Khayal-e-Shaam :)

Din Ke Shor Bhi Nehi

Raat Ke Sannata Bhi Nehi

Yeh Shaam  Aise Aate Hain Jaise

Koi Band Hothon Se 

Gungunte Hain Nagmein

Jaise Har Labz Hota Hain Gulabon Se Saji

Jaise Koi Khowab Dekhta Hain Jagte Hue

Jaise Haqiqat Aur Khayal Ka

Hota Hain Anokha Sangam

Jaise Zindegi Bujhti Vi Nehi

Andhi Ke Andhere Aagosh Mein

Aur Zindegi Jaalti Vi Nehi

Be Matlab Awargi Ki Josh Mein

Yeh Toh Diya Hain Ghar Ke Angan Ki

Ujalon Se Roushan Karti Hain

Pardein Mein Chupe Sharam Ko

Aur Raasta Dikhati Vi Hain Woh 

Rah Pe Chalte Tez Bhagte Kadmon Ko

Yeh Shamma Hain Pal-e-Fursat Ki

Dinbhar Se Thake Kaam-e-Mashaqqat Se 

Juhjti Nazuk Hoti Dono Haath Ki 

Yeh Hain Woh  Nashile Sharara Ki Chuvan

Raat Mein Bharakti Jaam-e-Ulfat Ke Saath Ki

Chhu Ke Dekho Kavi Asmaan-e-Shaam Ki Badan

Dabe Dabe Se Hain Yeh Khubsurat Agan

Jaise Labon Se Laab Mil Jaye Kahin Toh

Badan Mein Lahar Jaye Barfile Tapan

Bolti Vi Hain Aur Chhup Raheti Vi Hain

Din Ki Zudai Aur Raat Ki Rusbai Saheti Vi Hain

Kho Jati Hain Chand Lamhon Ki Bekhayali Mein

Raat Se Milne Ke Jane Se Pahele

Jheel Ke Neele Aaine Mein Khud Ko Dekhti Vi Hain

Woh Kamseen Hain Bahut Laaz Ki Payel

Pahen Ke Chhan Chhan Dhun Se  Shank Ke Taal Pe

Mandir Ke Darwazein Pe Dastak Deti Hain

Aur Jab Kavi Masjid Ki Azan

Chu Jati Hain Uski Dil Ko

Toh Daman Phahela Ke Rasmein Ibadat Taraha

Khudah Ke Shaan Pe Sazdah Kar Jati Hain

Zor Ki Hawayon Ki Lahar Usse Pasand Nehi

Woh Toh Dheeme Dheeme Halki Lahar Mein

Naseem Ki Khoyi Hui Masumiyat Dhundti Hain

Aur Jab Kali Kali Dhuan Se Aati Hain Jaalne Ki Badbu

Woh Ruth Kar Sare Zamane Ki Sitam Se

Pholon Ki Khusbu Se Bhari Mahek Ko

Apne Haatheli Se Mohabbat Ke Saath Sahelati Hain

Aye Shaam Mere Tu Bahut Mithi Hain

Tere Bina Sare Mahole-e-Jalwe Nakam Hain

Unn Resham Resham Chehre Ko Chum Lu

Yeh Dil Ki Daastan Tere Naam Hain    

                      
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Ek Sawal Hain Tujhse Aye Waqt

Ke Kavi Aisa Nehi Ho Sakta

Ke Main Achanak Ek Din Bilkul Kho Jau

Khud Se Ban Jau Main Ajnabi

Bhula Du Apni Pahechan

Bhula Du Apni Shaqshiyaat

Khud Se Azad Ho Jau Main

Aur Kisi Lamhe Mein Simat Jau

Jahan Na Koi Dhunde Mujhe

Jahan Na Mujhe Kisi Ki Talash Ho

Aisi Alam Mein Main Ho Jau Gumshudah

Ke Khud Ko Dekhu Aaine Mein Vi Toh

Apne Nazar Se Na Khud Ko Dekh Pau

Main Vi Ban Jau Hawayon Ke Jaise

Ke Kavi Dil Ko Chu Jau

Toh Kavi Jism Ko Chu Jau

Na Rang Ho Meri Na Koi Sang Ho Meri

Kati Patang Ke Jaise Be-Manzil Urr Jau

Wajud Kya Hota Hain Aakhir

Kya Hosh Mein Rona

Aur Behoshi Mein Haasna

Kya Khushi Mein Jina

Aur Ghum Pe Maarna

Kavi Khatam Na Ho Paye Jo Safar

Aisi Kisi Roshni Ke Ishare Pe

Saadiyon Se Main Chalti Jau

Main Iss Safar Ke Manzil Pe

Uss Anjan Roshni Ke Taraf

Be Fiqar Be Jhijhak Jana Chahti Hoon

Na Jane Koun Si Awaz Bulati Hain Mujhe

Main Khud Ko Bhul Jana Chahti Hoon

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Yahi tohafa hai yahi nazarana 

 Yahi tohafa hai yahi nazarana
main jo aawara nazar laya hun
rang mein tere milane ke liye
qatara-e-khun-e-jigar laya hun
ae gulabon ke vatan
 

pahale kab aaya hun kuch yaad nahi
lekin aaya tha qasam khata hun
phul to phul hain kanton pe tere
apne honton ke nishan pata hun
mere khwabon ke vatan
 

choom lene de mujhe hath apne
jin se todi hain kai zanjiren
tune badala hai mashiyat ka mizaj
tune likhi hain nai taqdiren
inqalabon ke vatan
 

phul ke bad naye phul khilen
kabhi khali na ho daman tera
roshani roshani teri rahen
chandani chandani aangan tera
mahatabon ke vatan

 

                                       Mere dil mein tu hi tu hai dil ke dawa kya karun
                      

Mere dil mein tu hi tu hai dil ke dawa kya karun
dil bhi tu hai jan bhi tu hai tujhape fida kya karun
khud ko khokar tujh ko pa kar kya kya mila kya kahun
tera hoke jine mein kya kya aaya maza kya kahun 
 

kaise din hain kaisi raten kaisi fiza kya kahun
meri hoke tune mujhko kya kya diya kya kahun
meri pehlu mein jab tu hai phir main dua kya karun
dil bhi tu hai jan bhi tu hai tujhape fida kya karun
 

Hai ye duniya dil ke duniya milake rahenge yahan
lutenge hum khushiyan har pal dukh na sahenge yahan
armanon ke chanchal dhare aise bahenge yahan
 

Ye to sapanon ke jannat hai sab hi kahenge yahan
ye duniya mere dil mein basi hai dil se juda kya karun
dil bhi tu hai jan bhi tu hai tujhape fida kya karun

Itna to zindagi mein kisi ke khalal pade

Itna to zindagi mein kisi ke khalal pade
hansane se ho sukun na rone se kal pade
jis tarah hans raha hun main pi-pi ke ashk-e-gam
yun dusara hanse to kaleja nikal pade
 

ek tum ke tum ko fikr-e-nasheb-o-faraz hai
ek hum ke chal pade to baharahal chal pade
muddat ke bad us ne jo ke lutf ke nigah 

jee khush to ho gaya magar aansu nikal pade
 

saqi sabhi ko hai gam-e-tashnalabi magar
may hai usi ke naam pe jis ke ubal pade

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IN RECENT DECADE OF INDIA

PADMAHSRI KAIFI AZMI

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Kavi Kalam Se, Kavi Jigar Se

Likh Na Saka Uss Pal Ki Zubani

Jo Chala Gaya Murh Ke Kavi Dekha Nehi

Aisa Hota Toh Accha Hota

Ke Kuch Pal Hum Khud Hi Bana Lete

Jo Bikhar Ke Jate Hain Lamhein

Apni Haathon Se Sawar Lete

Lekin Waqt Barah Hi Be-Dil Musaffir Hain

Apne Raastein Kavi Badal Te Nehi

Band Kar Dete Hain Laut Ne Ke Darwazein

Woh Beete Hue Lamhe Kavi Aaj Ki Gali Se

Bhule Se Bhi Kavi Gujar  Te Nehi

Suna Tha Kavi Kuch Masum Si Nagmein

Bhul Gayi Thi Main Kho Gayi Thi Woh Dhun

Yaadon Ki Gaheri Dhul Mein

Aaj Phir Se Sunah Hain Wohi Ghazal

Bass Woh Pal Woh Samah Woh Wadein

Laut Ke Phir Se Nehi Aate

Koi Dil Ke Karib Woh Nagmein Gungunate Nehi

Kahena Asan Hain Nivana Mushkil Hain

Sahena Bhi Kavi Ban Jata Hai Dushwar

Dard Bhi Wohi Hain, Ahsq Bhi Wohi Hain

Sirf Badal Gaya Hain Shakal-e-Intezar

Pahele Hoti Thi Hothon Pe Naam Uss Pal Ki

Aur Yeh Nazar Mein Thi Ummidein Tamam

Ab Labon Ko Chu Jati Hain Ashq-e-Paymane 

Aur Unn Hasin Lamhon Ko Karte Hain Dur Se Salam 

                       
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 Tum Aa Gaye

Aakhir Tum Aa Hi Gaye

Apne Boondon Se Mujh Ko Bhegane

Mujhe Apne Bahon Mein Samane

Mujhe Behosh Banane

Mujhe Khowabon Mein Dubone

Tum Chale Gaye The Mujhe Pyassi Chhor Ke

Taras Gayi Thi Aakhein Tumhari Rah Taq Te Taq Te

Har Din Har Pal Maine Kis Bekarari Mein Gujara

Yeh Toh Sirf Mera Dil  Hi Jaanta Hain

Yeh Asman Bahut Tanha Ho Gayi Thi

Tumhare Bina Yeh Zaamein Rukhi Sukhi Ho Gayi Thi

Aagar Tumhe Yaakin Na Meri Baat Par Ho Toh Puccho

Mere Bagiche Ke Khilte Hue 

Khussbu Se Mahek Te Hue Jasmine, Gulab Aur Bela Se

Jo Tumhare Rass Mein Nahate Hue Muskura Rahin Hain

Woh Saare Sukhi Sukhi Chehre Se Roz Tumharein Aane Ki

Chahat Mein Asman Ki Khak Chhan Ti Thi

Dekho Tumne Chhua Toh Yeh Perr Poudhe

Yeh Maidaan Yeh Galiyan Yeh Ghar Yeh Angan Sare

Kitne Anokhe Rang Se Khud Ko Nikhar Rahin Hain

Tumhare Unn Resham Si Kali Kali Kohra

Jaise Nadi Ke Tan Mein Ghul Gayi Hain

Woh Neeli Neeli Gaheri Badrah Jaise Har Ghar Ke

Deewar Par Apne Raaz-e-Pardah Se Khud Ko Gher Liya Hain

Aur Yeh Jo Hain Chote  Chote Chandi Ke Boondein

Meri Chandni Ke Tan Pe Gir Rahin Hain

Aur Woh Chandni Tumhare Mulayem Aur Masum Aagosh Mein

Iss Ashiqana Mausam Mein Apni Palkein Mund Kar

Bahut Sukun Se Apni Hoothon Pe Muskan Se Vari 

Chahat Se Vari Kuch Ankahi Armano Ke Saath So Rahin Hain

Tum Jab Nehin Aate Ho Tab

Tapti Hawayein, Tapti Nazarein Sare Fizayon Mein 

Bhatak Te Rahete Hain Deewano Ke Jaise

Aab Aye Ho Toh Tumhare Chhune Se

Ek Ajeeb Si Pyass Iss Badan Mein Jagti Hain

Tumhare Matwali Chal Se Mann Mein Umang Jagti Hain

Aur Jab Tum Chale Jate Ho Meri Daman Chhor Ke

Tab Tumhare Yaad Mein Yeh Nazar Udass Ho Jati Hain

Bheegao Bheegao Aaj Sab Ko Bhegaao

Iss Tanhai Ka Iss Tarap Ka Kuch Mol Do

Tum Ne Jo Band Karke Rakhhi Hain 

Woh Jal Se Vari Rawangi Ke Darwaje

Hume Aane Do Tumhare Karib

Apni Baahein Apne Darkhan Ke Bandishye

Kardo Azad Saare Dor-e-Lagam Ko Khol Do

Tum Na Raho Toh Bhi Pyass Hain

Tum Raho Toh Bhi Ek Pyass Hain

Aur Jab Chale Jao Ge 

Tab Bhi Ek Pyass Rahe Jaye Ga

Na Kuch Gila Hain Tumse Na Koi Shiqwa Hain

Bass Aaj Din Bhar Aur Sari Raat 

Mujhe Tumhari Mohabbat Mein Bheeg Ne Do

Pyassi Hoon Main Pyassi Rahene Do

Pyassi Hoon Main Pyassi Rahene Do

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Wat Thamkrabok is a faraway place for the very far gone. The Buddhist monastery is set against a Thai landscape that resembles an idyllic Oriental watercolour: all stony outcrops and forested peaks. Gargantuan statues rise out of the foliage like fevered hallucinations. Packs of stray dogs snarl at strangers who are not clad in the brown monks' robes or the faded red pyjamas worn by the dozen drug abusers who are staying here. The word "Winner" is spelled out hopefully in ancient Buddhist script on the shirtbacks of these addicts who are undergoing the world's most extreme - yet possibly most effective - drugs rehabilitation regime. 

Outside the monastery, many have long been written off as losers.
Hundreds of long-term speed freaks, pill poppers, crack addicts, junkies, glue-sniffers and alcoholics arrive at this stark Buddhist waystation in central Thailand every year to endure a gruelling programme of purging and spartan living. While in the West, the vast majority of detox patients eventually succumb to their drug cravings, nearly 70 per cent of the tens of thousands of troubled men and women who have been through treatment at Wat Thamkrabok since 1958 have managed to stay drug-free, according to one Australian study. But the place is a far cry from such celebrity-friendly detox haunts as the Priory or Betty Ford clinic.
 
The temple's brutal vomit cure proved too much for the musician Pete Doherty, the self-destructive frontman of the Libertines punk thrash band, who earlier this month bolted before dawn on day three of his 10-day detox treatment. He ran away with another English addict who claims he cut short his own rehabilitation just two days before it was due to come to an end in order to give the angst-ridden guitarist "moral support".
 
Doherty surfaced briefly in Bangkok before jetting home, only to be arrested for reckless driving and possessing a flick knife. Worried about the health of their lead singer, the Libertines were forced to cancel performances at Glastonbury last weekend as well as at the Isle of Wight Festival. The band was recently rated the top indie group in Britain by NME magazine, and their new single is, rather prophetically, titled "Can't Stand Me Now".
 
"The singer seemed unwilling or unable to let go of his dark side," says Phra Hans, a Swiss spiritual counsellor at Thamkrabok.
A statement signed by Doherty before he fled says: "Thamkrabok Monastery have done everything they could to help me, but I am not strong enough for this treatment."
Suffering withdrawal pains to the strains of a pop star howling out taunting heroin lyrics such as "The horse is brown/come on round" proved divisive for newcomers in the monastery's drug-treatment compound. All but one persisted with the rhythmic vomiting and herbal steam baths designed to accelerate the body's purification and ease withdrawal symptoms. The noisy celebrity in their midst was soon gone. His next stop would be a gig at Filthy McNasty's pub in London.
 
"When we lost the two English lads it was very disheartening," says Richard, an ex-convict from Leeds, who kicked his own £3,000-a-week "smack and crack habit" seven months ago and is now a monk at Thamkrabok. "It's just a waste. If this guy ever gets off heroin, he might be a superstar. His family and friends sent him here and he must have been trying to please them. You gotta truly believe in yourself, that you can acquire good habits as easily as bad habits. The process has to be painful so you will not want to go through it ever again. He was not ready for it. It is the toughest detox you will find, and I have tried them all."
 
Some 40 per cent of the monks here are former addicts who have stayed on at Thamkrabok to become ordained. With cigarettes dangling from their mouths, some look decidedly impious, but the abbot, Charoen Panchand, allows them to taper off gradually from nicotine dependence. 

Patients line up once a day to swallow a shot glass of a mouth-curdlingly bitter herbal extract which leaves them retching and spewing into concrete gutters. The organic purgative is a viscous dark brew made from 108 seeds, leaves, and tree barks that can be foraged locally. The secret formula is said to have come to Luang Poh Yai, the visionary aunt of the abbot, in a dream, and is administered free of charge to all comers. Gulping water from a pail, and violently expelling a great plume of vomit can elicit applause from the gaggles of spectators who are brought in to witness the wretched fight their drug demons at public "vomit shows".
 
Monks who take a daily dose to expel any toxins remaining in their bodies offer tips on the proper stance for projectile vomiting. Shoving fingers down the throat won't always speed the process. Knocking back copious amounts of water is better. First-timers used to be encouraged to vomit to the accompaniment of drums, but silent sessions are now the norm. The mere sound of retching induces others to follow suit.
 
Most of the participants are Thais, but a growing proportion of the addicts are middle-class Europeans who have relapsed after gentler treatment at medical clinics back home. The National Health Service has even agreed to fund selected patients to attend the programme. At 

Thamkrabok there are no chemical crutches, no night nurses, no sleeping-tablets, no guarantees. No Aids tests are required, either. Methadone addicts suffer immensely. Because the synthetic opiate has a longer half-life in the brain, it's more insidious than heroin, with which it is often combined. Nathalie, a 22-year-old from Sheffield who has been an addict since the age of 16, told me how she thrashed sleeplessly night after night, fighting off the sensation of worms writhing in her bone marrow. Wandering off the premises is forbidden, as the highway to Bangkok is just 10 minutes walk away and illicit drug offers are plentiful, even before you reach the nearest village.
One strapping Australian hooked on methadone once remained awake for 48 days straight, according to Phra Hans. Rhythmic sweeping helped soothe his jangled nerves, and now a "broom meditation" is incorporated in the programme. If addicts are able to stand upright, they must rise at daybreak to sweep in unison.
 
Last week, five Britons turned up for the monastery's radical detox regime. Jet-lagged after a 13-hour flight, they must cope simultaneously with withdrawal symptoms and extreme culture shock. Despite its picturesque backdrop, the monastery is built on a flyblown site wedged between pock-marked hills, a quarry, and a teeming refugee camp where Hmong hilltribes from Laos have lived under armed guard for three generations. Even though daily herbal steam baths and Thai massage are on offer to ease bodies racked by convulsions, by no stretch of the imagination can Wat Thamkrabok be described as a spa.
 
"At Bangkok airport, I noticed two guys on their way out," says Austin, a trembling addict from Yorkshire in his third day of rehab. "You could tell they were both on heroin. You could smell it on them. They spoke English and I was tempted to ask them where to score one last time, before I came here to dry out.
 
"I was a bit shocked when we arrived," he confesses. "I thought it would be some majestic place in the mountains, and there were all these chickens pecking around and lizards in the rooms." The dormitories for foreigners have scrubbed tile floors and patched mosquito nets draped over the simple cots. No mobile phones are allowed, because addicts must sever all ties with their drug-taking past. For the moment, the use of personal stereos is controversial. Music helps many people deal with the rigours of rehabilitation, but the more orthodox monks worry that music associated with past drug experience can create "a toxic womb" that keeps reality at bay. Bathing is accomplished with a jug of rainwater and a basic metal bowl.
 
Feeling rough and seeing double, Austin says that when he was offered a massage on his first day at the monastery, he anticipated gentle caresses from the petite masseuse. Instead, the 29-year-old former army cook was painfully thumped and poked. "It felt great after she stopped, though," he admits, "and by this time, at the rehab place I went to before this one, I was hurting a lot more than I am now. It must be the herbs."
 
The rigorous detoxification process requires addicts to take the purgative elixir for the first five days. Alcoholics or opium addicts, who risk vomiting blood, are given black herbal pastilles instead. The monastery's sexagenarian herbalist, Wala Yanghun, gathers fresh ingredients from the garden and brews the bitter black medicine in a vat. Visitors who use the monastery steam baths in the afternoon drink a diluted tea made to the same formula. It tastes revolting, rather like castor oil churned with coffee grounds, pond scum, and laced with Fisherman's Friend lozenges.
 
It was in the early Sixties that the outreach programme at Wat Thamkrabok took off, when opium addiction was becoming a widespread problem. Wandering hippies who completed the programme spread the word, and foreign addicts began to arrive unannounced. Its popularity peaked in 1997, linked to a boom in methamphetamine addiction. More than 2,000 desperate addicts requested help from the abbot to quit. Numbers have since dropped, but more than 400 people detoxed at the monastery last year, and 125 have passed through since January this year.
 
Sajta, the sacred vow of abstinence, is as much a key as the medicine, Phra Hans explains. If addicts treat it frivolously and go back on their promise, the monastery will not excuse them. No second chances at detox are possible. Thamkrabok is not a clinic with a revolving door. After a week, the abbot dispenses a kahtah, a divine phrase that must be committed to memory and repeated in case of temptation. The holy paper is swallowed by the addict.
 
Unlike a classic 12-step programme, in which addicts place responsibility for their lives in a greater power, the Thamkrabok way stresses the importance of experiencing all the agonies of withdrawal. Through pain, the addicts can forge mental strength to figure out what drove them to seek oblivion in drugs or drink. Addicts are not encouraged to consider themselves victims, but must will themselves to be stronger than the substances they crave.
 
Phra Hans likens the detox programme at Thamkrabok to the epic journey of the hero. On his quest, a hero must seek out an alien place and humbly accept the help of strangers in order to return home transformed.
 
Well, if nothing else, Thamkrabok is quintessentially alien. Rather than meditate in quiet repose, the recovering addict monks are kept busy realising the abbot's eccentric visions. They have built a 100-ton water wheel that may eventually be put to use on Bangkok's canals, as well as a mammoth speedboat, which perches unfinished in the monastery grounds. Towering statues of Buddha, elephant-headed sculptures, and outsize busts of the abbot's spectacle-wearing aunt are scattered about the grounds. The bodies of the abbot's deceased siblings are now at rest inside hefty coffins here, and are embalmed in homemade fluid, which the monks are required to change regularly.

If Austin and his four British roommates can endure the hardships of this brutal purge, and journey with their Thai colleagues through all the paranoia and the pain, their task is indeed heroic.


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