I know what it feels like to loose a grandparent. My grandfather passed away 4 years ago and unlike the Buddhist funerals you have there in Thailand, the (Sunni) Muslim funerals we have here in Bangladesh are minimalistic and happen really quick… in less than 24 hours (according to the Islamic Sharia Law). My grandfather was buried, just 10 hours after he breathed his last breath on the 27th of August 2020. So sorry for your loss too… loosing grandparents to death is one of the saddest things we all have to go through 💔
@@IdeaStudioBKK my grandfather was my hero. It was from him, I learnt how to be an active and a punctual person. He moved here from India during the partition of 1947, while he was still a young man. Bangladesh was under Pakistani occupation throughout the 1950s as well as the 1960s before gaining independence in 1971. My grandfather’s birthplace is the Indian state of West Bengal and his family was originally Indian. He moved here 77 years ago, to seek for a better life and spent 73 years of his life here, as a Bangladeshi citizen. He sacrificed a lot to give his children and grandchildren a better life, something which his own children (my father and my aunt) unfortunately took for granted. His grandchildren (me, my little sister and my 2 cousins [my aunt’s 2 sons - one is now a teenager and the other one is in pre-school]) and later (during the final 5 years of his life), his adoptive great-grandchildren (my 2 cats) were his whole universe. He used to spoil us with everything. Back in the 90s, when my sister and I were small children, he used to come back home with either ice creams, chocolate bars or potato chips from the department store after the weekly Friday prayers at the mosque. The one and only time in his life, my grandfather ever visited Thailand was 20 years ago, during the summer. My family and I brought him to Bangkok for a couple of weeks, to take him to Bumrungrad Hospital for a medical checkup; he used to suffer from Diabetes Type 2 and high blood pressure. His underlying health conditions made him suffer from several small strokes which he continued to recover from, after getting treatment for it in our local hospitals here. I was only 3 years old when my grandfather had his life’s first ever stroke and despite the deteriorating conditions of his health, he didn’t hesitate to share and enjoy some of the french fries from the Bumrungrad Hospital branch of McDonald’s with my sister and me; since we still don’t have any McDonald’s here to this day. My grandfather lost his ability to walk by the time, I started attending high school. He became wheelchair-bound / walker-bound during the final 10 years of his life. He gave my cats a lot of love during the final 5 years of his life. I can proudly say, he was never abusive to animals throughout his whole life, he never touched a cigarette, he never smoked and he never drank alcohol (not even one sip). He kept all his records clean and this is something I still continue to be proud of, about him. Since he couldn’t set good examples, principles and morals for his own children, he still had the chance to set these all in, for his grandchildren. Out of all the elderly people in my family, it was my grandfather who always cared about the well-being of others around him. When my family and I lost him 4 years ago, I felt like as if; the world around me started falling off. I consider, the 27th of August to be one of the worst days of my life because, that’s his death anniversary. My father and my grandmother are still keeping me away from visiting his grave at the public Muslim cemetery run by the Dhaka City Corporation. The worst part was : nobody in my family (including myself) could physically be next to him during his final few days at the local hospital because of covid… …and speaking of covid, my grandfather didn’t die from covid by the way. He died from a multiple organ failure and bedsores. Local healthcare workers were here to test him for covid and I was somewhat relieved, that his test results came negative. He was free from covid but my family and I still lost him regardless. Just 10 hours before he breathed his final breath, I briefly experienced paranormal activities at home late in the night but tried to forget all about it by falling asleep; deep down I somehow knew… something bad was about to happen to my grandfather the very next day. My grandfather’s time of death was : 12:45pm and his time of burial was : 10:45pm. His body was fully prepared (as per the Islamic methods) and kept on display inside a freeze truck (specially designed to keep and preserve dead bodies in cold storage) before his body was taken to the mosque one last time for the funeral rites. As I said earlier, Muslim funerals happen pretty quick (within less than 24 hours). My grandfather’s body leaving the local hospital fully prepared (washed, wrapped in white cotton sheets from head to toe and dabbed with strong sandalwood ‘attar’/perfume), arriving at the car parking space of my apartment inside a freeze truck for display, right before the funeral at the mosque and finally… given a minimalistic burial with nothing but soil - all of these… happened only in a matter of 10 hours ! and since I’m a woman… the women in my family and I weren’t allowed to go to neither the mosque nor the cemetery during my grandfather’s last moments in this world. The least I could do, was see him one last time through that freeze truck display before he was taken away from me forever. After a Muslim funeral and burial, post-funeral services like “qulkhani” take place, only a few days after the deceased is buried. Even more special prayers are held, exactly 40 days after the deceased passes away. My house literally felt so quiet, the morning after my grandfather’s burial. Imams from the mosque were called in at home, inside his bedroom to recite certain verses of the Quran in salvation of his departed soul. This continued for 40 days straight. The least I could do was take my cats inside the room with me and cry for him. My house still feels so empty without him. He may never be here anymore but I can still feel his presence around me. There were even days, when both my parents have seen him in their dreams. Even both my cats have stepped inside his empty room several times, just to look for him. This is the type of loss I can never get over from… loosing a grandparent to death.
If the video is good, even 400 minutes is no problem. Why don't the owner sell the ghost tower for some cheap or reasonable price and let the buyer finish the project? So simple and yet it isn't done.
This is so well-made! I was expecting a creepy documentary but it's great how you really took the time to research and talk to top experts; I learned a lot. Quality content. Subscribed!
That building is a monument to a halcyon dream of seemingly endless possibilities and unprecedented economic growth that all came crashing down with heart stopping suddenness. The confusion, panic and incomprehensibility to the average Thai is embodied in its grandiose aspirations and Its emptiness is a reminder of dreams unfulfilled. I would like to see it completed to stand as a testimony to the strength, resilience and determination of the people of Thailand whose fortunes that it so aptly reflects.
Thanks for watching. So glad you enjoyed it. it wasn’t intended at clickbait, Ghost Tower is actually what the building is refereed to as here. Thanks again.
I can only imagine pinning your economy un the US dollar. A couple bucks down doesn’t seem like much. But when you’re talking 3-5% on billions of dollars?
This jack@ss still sounds so prideful and arrogant years later. Yeah, thanks for ruining this cool experience for the rest of the world. I and others would have loved to visit this place but now will never have the chance.
In Moscow there's a similar story about the "Zenith" building. Located near the MIREA institute, it's a giant blue-stained-glass office center, which was built in the 1990s and in 1998 we had our own 'currency default'. That brought the economy to its knees for a while and now the Zenith stands there as a remnant of those times. As the Moscow City project was built in an entirely different place, the Zenith had no particular business infrastructure around it. However, it has a good end story - two years ago it started to redevelop itself and will be finished probably in five years.
@@IdeaStudioBKK Apparently they gave it to the neigboring People's Economy Academy, a very venerable education institution dating back to Soviet times. They will make auditoriums and conference halls inside it.
