As Innocent A Child That Knows No Fear
Saturday, March 29, 2014
As Innocent A Child That Knows No Fear
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Success Is Only In Your Eyes
Success Is Only In Your Eyes
Every time I’m disappointed, as I thought of the roads to
brilliant, dazzling success, I remind, whisper to myself:
“Success is only in your eyes, not in the eyes of the world.
Didn’t you say so? You certainly are successful, didn’t you create your own
beautiful thoughts? They are your treasures, riches.”
And I thought of the cricket so happy with its so simple
song, unable to sing as the nightingale to delight the world. And so am I happy
again.
***
“What? You, Mr. Chew” said Opa Johan, “you certainly are
successful as I think of the greatest honor that lovely angels, so
unbelievable, like, love, follow a
scarecrow like you. Ha. ha.”
This is my book. You can read it.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
On Teachers
On Teachers
”Push the pedal accelerator to two.” Her brother scolded.
What does he mean by “two”? Her instructor at the school for driving didn’t
taught, told her that. Confused, nervous, she started again. The car rolled
slowly forward, then, “greg” ran over the wheel of a bike which was parked at
the road-side and she had to pay Rp.50.000.- for the damage. Her brother’s face
was furious, angry and seems to say “how stupid”. Yes, sure, that’s the way how
to teach a beginner from “being able” into “being unable”, killing one’s
confidence and ardor. He forgot, that he too was just as stupid as she is now
when he started to learn driving a car.
Dorna was another kind of teacher, master.
When he saw how well Harjuna fought against him during the
Bharata-yudha war, he enjoyed the fight. Dorna rejoiced, was happy and proud of
his favorite pupil, for, perceiving his excellence, brilliance in the martial
art, his own excellence, brilliance was reflected.
The choir leader.
Two old women choir singers failed the test to become a
church choir singer. Their choir leader was so sorry for them. Oh, how
difficult it was to teach them the most elementary, easy things as do, re, mi
and beat time, as difficult as teaching a dolphin play in a circus.
How happy they were as at last they succeeded to pass the
test and not because of being pitied. But it was the choir leader who was
happier and proud, for, he feels, it was he himself who was being tested and
had success in teaching the slowest, least talented singers to become able to
sing. Though he well knows that by stricter audition he would have a better
choir.
“When someone fails, fails and fails again, perhaps the
teacher is unable to make his students capable. Who can pride himself in
teaching a clever, most talented person? Mozart was even better than his
teachers,” the choir leader said.
Isn’t it great, when a teacher doesn’t fear to impart all
his knowledge, ability to his students, or to be surpassed? What about a
teacher who never taught as though he were a teacher?
This is a translation of my letter in Berita Buana, 15
April 1993
Yet, I remember there was a professor who was a very
“killer”.
But today there’s almost no need for teachers, as one can
also learn from the internet and in the future, we stop being pupils, students,
disciples, worshippers ... There are no teachers, professors, grandmasters, saints, ... and
PhD’s who would scare us anymore.
I make me, now in old age, a teacher of myself. Ha. Ha.
March 2014
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Thursday, March 20, 2014
I Don’t Care About Your Pearls
I Don’t Care About Your Pearls
I love roast stinking beans (Petai) rather than steak,
enjoy sleeping in my bed, rather than in a royal chamber, I love seeing
Disney’s film Snow White, the beautiful pictures and songs, rather than hearing
a tiresome grand performance in a concert Hall, or seeing a modern abstract
painting, or reading a heavy philosophy, I so enjoy traveling just to the
Saguling dam, I don’t need to travel to Alaska anymore, ... Should I hide or
feign or deny it?
And I imagine the pig scorning: “What do you want my
opinion for, you fool, you haughty man? Should I be
like you? I don’t care, like, love the ‘pearls’
what you, the world, love, praise. Eat them.
Ha. Ha.”
And I remember my naughty cat lying up on TV yawning,
playfully, teasing with her paws the performance of Beethoven’s 9th symphony
beneath her.
March 2014
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Monday, March 17, 2014
I Wonder
I Wonder
I wonder how God created matter, space, time, life and
especially Himself out of nothing. Yet, I created God after my own image, imagination.
March 2014
This is my book. You can read it.
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