Rowing Through Life’s Storms

STEPPING into the vibrant world of Bassein Arts and Science College (now Pathein University) as a first-year student, I was eager to explore every new opportunity that came my way. From engaging lectures to a wide array of extracurricular activities, college life promised a wealth of experiences. Whether it was learning Japanese, trying my hand at Karate, or picking up a tennis racket for the first time, I was determined to make the most of it all. However, it was rowing that ultimately captured my heart.

This demanding yet rewarding sport quickly became my passion, symbolizing not just physical strength but the endurance of the mind and spirit. Little did I know, however, that unforeseen events would soon bring an abrupt and heartbreaking end to my rowing journey.

Everything in the new environment of Bassein Arts and Science College (now Pathein University) seemed exciting to me. It was my first time stepping into the college as a first-year student, and the atmosphere was full of new experiences. The lectures and practical work were captivating, but it wasn’t just the academics that drew my attention. The extracurricular activities were equally enticing, especially the Japanese language course, Karate training sessions in the evenings, and sports like tennis and rowing.

Some of my friends and I joined the Japanese language classes. These were taught by Saya U Saw Hlaing and Sayama Daw Cherry, both of whom had lived in Japan. The classes started at 4 pm and ended at 5 pm, and while we didn’t complete the course, the reason for dropping out escaped my memory. Perhaps it was the allure of another activity – the Karate training. I remember envying the students in their Karate uniforms, proudly displaying yellow, green, and black belts. Intrigued by their progress, one of my roommates and I decided to join the Karate course. However, we didn’t last long. Our instructor, Ko Myint Sein, a black-belt Karate master and final-year student at the time (later becoming a tutor in the Geography Department), was quite strict and often scolded us. After just a few days, we abandoned the training.

Before coming to college, I had been a badminton player in my hometown during my high school days. At Bassein College, I saw my two roommates, Ko Saw Lwin (from Pyay) and Ko Than Nyunt (from Okpo), both skilled tennis players. They owned tennis rackets and wore smart tennis uniforms as they headed to the court every evening. I was envious once again and thought I could easily pick up tennis since I had experience with badminton. One day, I joined them at the tennis court, eager to show my skills.

However, I quickly realized that playing tennis was not as easy as I had imagined. I could barely serve the ball across the net. To make matters worse, a group of girls from Myintzu Hall, whose windows overlooked the tennis court, laughed at my awkward attempts. That was the end of my tennis adventure.

Soon, my attention turned to the rowing club. Fortunately, Kan Thon Sint Lake, located right in front of the college, made rowing activities very accessible. The rowing club at Rangoon Arts and Science University (RASU) had shared four four-oared boats and other necessary equipment with us. I recall that the head of the rowing club was Saya U Minn Than Thaung, a lecturer from the Physics Department, while other trainers included Saya U Tun Hyke (Geography Department), Saya U Thein Win (Geology Department), Saya U Soe Myint (Botany Department), and Sayar U Thet Oo (Geology Department), who also happened to be our hall tutor.

Before we could get into the boats, we had to do hours of warmup exercises. Instead of rowing on the water, we were trained on fixed rowing machines, where the hours spent were carefully registered.

Only after completing a sufficient number of training hours were we allowed to step into the actual boats. These boats were Western-style four-oared vessels, and the rowing commands were all in English. Though my memory is a bit hazy, I still remember a few of the commands:

“Stand by, Crew!”

“One foot in!”

“In together!”

“Push away!”

“Toucher!”

“Next stroke, Row!”

“Harder!”

In rowing, the “Cox” is the leader who sits at the back, steering the boat and giving commands.

The crew consisted of four rowers, with the “Bow” being the rower farthest from the Cox and the “Stroke” sitting closest. I found the sport captivating, and within a month, I was rowing well. The tutors and trainers, all highly skilled, shared their knowledge generously, and I felt deeply committed to the sport.

The rowing club had a motto written above the entrance to the boat-keeping house: “Row Till You Are Dead.” I found it inspiring, as it symbolized the dedication and perseverance needed to excel in rowing. In this sport, unity is key – each crew member must synchronize their movements perfectly.

If even one rower is out of sync, the boat’s performance suffers, and the whole team can lose in a tournament.

There was a popular saying among university students about rowing: “If you don’t have a girlfriend, join the rowing and hiking clubs.” (မကြည်တောင်တက်၊ မရလှေလှော်) Although it was meant as a joke, I didn’t find any romance during my time at the rowing club, but that didn’t stop me from becoming a dedicated rower. I enjoyed every moment on the water.

Sayar U Min Than Thaung often gave some briefings about rowing to the new trainees. Some were forgotten, but some have been vivid in my mind up to now.

In Western-style boat rowing, the rowers have to follow a set of key disciplines to ensure smooth and efficient movement of the boat.

Some of the essential disciplines include: Unity and Synchronization: The most critical discipline in rowing is for all crew members to row in perfect unison. Each movement must be identical, from the timing of strokes to the power applied, to avoid disrupting the balance and speed of the boat.

Proper Technique: Rowers must maintain proper form and technique. This includes correct posture, grip, and stroke execution to maximize efficiency and minimize injury.

Endurance and Stamina: Rowing is physically demanding, requiring rowers to build their endurance and stamina to sustain high-intensity efforts over long distances without faltering.

Listening to Commands: The crew must strictly follow Cox’s commands. The Cox steers the boat and directs the crew’s actions, and rowers must respond immediately to instructions like “One foot in,” “In together,” “Next stroke Row,” and “Harder.”

Coordination of Power: The rowers need to balance power output, ensuring each stroke is forceful enough to propel the boat but not so uneven that it disrupts the boat’s glide.

Focus and Mental Toughness: Rowing requires sustained concentration, as distractions or loss of focus can break the rhythm.

Rowers must also have mental resilience, especially during long or competitive races. These disciplines combine to create the precision and teamwork required in Western boat rowing, where even a small deviation by one crew member can affect the entire boat’s performance.

However, 1975 brought unexpected misfortune. In that year, a major crisis hit Rangoon Arts and Science University (RASU), forcing all universities and colleges in the country to close.

We were all sent home for what turned out to be a long holiday of several months. When the situation eventually calmed down, the authorities decided to reopen the universities and colleges.

But bad luck struck again, this time in the form of a devastating cyclone. On 7 May 1975, a powerful cyclone with winds reaching 120 miles per hour tore through the Ayeyawady Division. It caused widespread destruction, blowing off roofs and collapsing buildings, including many at our college. The rowing club’s boat-keeping house was utterly destroyed, along with all the boats inside.

That storm marked the end of our beloved rowing club. The boats were gone, and with them, my dreams of rowing till the end.

The motto above the entrance, “Row Till You Are Dead,” still resonated with me, but circumstances had changed everything. I wanted to row for as long as I lived, but life had other plans.

The devastation of the cyclone not only swept away the boats but also took with it a piece of my spirit. The motto “Row Till You Are Dead,” which had once inspired me to push beyond my limits, now felt like a bittersweet memory, a reminder of the dreams that circumstances had taken away. Yet, despite the tragic end to my rowing journey, the lessons I learned – unity, perseverance, and mental toughness – stayed with me. Life, much like rowing, is unpredictable and filled with storms, but the discipline to endure remains. Though I could no longer row on the waters of Kan Thon Sint Lake, the resilience it had instilled in me continued to steer my life’s course. While the boats may be gone, the spirit of rowing lives on in my heart, reminding me that sometimes the journey matters more than the destination.

(This article is written in honour of the Bassein College Rowing Club.)

Source- The Global New Light of Myanmar