June 22, 2005

The meaning of poverty

During my 2-day visa hop to Singapore I met a bunch of trainees there and I was amazed by the luxury in which they live. The condo apartments alone would make my dream home. On the way back to Malaysia I had plenty of time on the bus to let my thoughts roam and while I was thinking of the grace which makes one decide to go there and another one over here I was reminded of the meaning of poverty. Poverty strips people off to the bones and tries them hard and that is precisely when true characters may emerge. This is not to say we experience any sort of poverty here but have definitely a closer feel of it. That is why my relationship with the other trainee is so bad. Our true characters emerged and we painfully realize how immature, individualistic and selfish we are.

On second thoughts, the beautiful apartment in which I stayed overnight would not actually at all make my home. Home, to me, is fulfilled heart and peace of mind and I feel I'm slowly getting there.

June 20, 2005

Education in Malaysia

I've just come across an insightful blog on education in Malaysia. There's lots of intriguing stuff on how non-bumiputras struggle for equal opportunity in education.

Women are like apples on a tree

The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of getting hurt. So instead, they just take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy to get... The apples at the top of the tree think there's something wrong with them, when, in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along - one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top.

Men, on the other hand, are like a fine wine.

They begin as grapes... and it's up to women to stomp on them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

Via Sarin Miso

June 19, 2005

Critical thinking

Critical thinking is unanimously accepted as a virtue as far as personal development is concerned. Clearly, some people are able to employ critical thinking more often than others. Take this example. I got an email the other day from a friend warning against ACE - a mobile phone virus. I checked it out, replied that it was just a hoax and gave her a link where she could find more information on the background of this hoax. This was her reaction:
Woh, where you get this valueable info. Thanks

Considered how successful this kind of hoax is on the internet I suspect critical thinking is an issue worth exploring for the society. Some even say critical thinking should be a way of life. Personally, I have to disagree. In social situations I'm often struggling as I try to suppress much of my critical thinking in order to nurture the relationship.

June 15, 2005

Lighten up

I guess this blog seems to be, like its author, a bit too serious and hard-going at times. Let's go over to Language Hat then and lighten up over some cursing and swearing. Hilarious!

June 13, 2005

Is this the manhood?

I've just had a late-night 2-hour talk with my boss and this was truly a memorable thing so I need to put down a few things so that it stays here whenever I need it.

Things here came to a head lately. I had a hideous argument with one of my fellow AIESEC trainees and a few hours later on I realized what a good purpose it served. I suppose only then did she fully realize how unhappy she'd been here and so she faced the boss with an ultimatum: you raise my pay or I quit.

I was appalled by the way she did it since I believe that no matter how hard we're tried we must not resort to uncivilised behaviour. At this point, however, I must finally admit two things. I am very demanding because I've got extremely high standards (most likely only in some respects) for myself and I consciously or unconsciously expect the same from others. On top of that, all this while here with other trainees I've been harder on them than on the boss. I mean, before I came I knew the school was in a mess, the situation with my predecessor had been very bad as she said she would've skipped the whole thing had she known what she was in for. I could see her being a little one-sided though and I promised myself I would try my best to be as open as possible and most importantly, give the boss a chance to learn. I was committed to this promise so much that I probably forgot to give ample opportunity to my fellow trainees as well. Here and now, I want to acknowledge their point of view as they complain so often about how I set up things here.

This acknowledgment, on the other hand, must come hand in hand with another one. Being aware we are taught modesty is a virtue and my great great-aunt would bash me for this, I believe I must acknowledge that in certain ways I'm exceptionally talented (in some other ways I'm badly lacking, of course) and this makes me exceptionally successful. I also must acknowledge that I've got a great capacity to bear suffering and this is mainly due to two things I suppose. First, it's the fact that I suffered quite a bit throughout my childhood to my adolescent years and second, that I've found my faith. I study Christianity and Buddhism and in both suffering is presumed to have enormous meaning and is often, as far as I understand it, treated as a gift of a sort:

The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which he takes up his cross, gives him ample opportunity - even under the most difficult circumstances - to add a deeper meaning to his life. He may remain brave, dignified, and unselfish. Or in the bitter fight for self-preservation he may forget his human dignity and become no more than an animal. Here lies the chance for a man either to make use of or to forgo the opportunities of attaining the moral values that a difficult situation may afford him. And this decides whether he is worthy of his sufferings or not.

Viktor Frankl, via Daily Dig


Finally, I've got this inner drive or passion to be a change agent, I strive to perfect myself as well as my surroundings but I often forget to take account of how others feel about it. I often find myself challenging others' world views and putting them in a different perspective to such an extent that I forget to listen well. I want them to learn by questioning the very basics of their beliefs and opinions? This I realize is unbearable pressure for most.

I feel so good now about the talk because I believe that at last some crucial learning took place there. I was trying to argue that the school should by no means take on more AIESEC trainees because they immediately find themselves too dependent, and consequently very vulnerable. Since AIESEC is too far and too silent and invisible in our daily lives and the boss has no tangible power distance from us, whatever problems the trainees face, he ends up dealing with them too. It is no fair for either party to land up in such difficult and painful situations and I managed to reason that the boss should see it this way.

I think it's obvious that the organization as a whole is sick and I'm slowly coming to realize my part in it. During the talk I suggested that it's been actually sick even during those days of blooming success but it only emerged when female trainees came since they are, for safety issues alone, much more dependant than their male counterparts. This sickness, however, may be closely related to that of AIESEC. There is no working partnership between the three parties involved. For all the big words, I suspect, AIESEC sometimes forget the little things that often make the whole difference. But then again, what would you expect from a bunch of students who volunteer for a fanciful vision? Most of the time I've been just plain grateful that I got this opportunity at all.

Anyway, AIESEC is supposed to be a platform for developing leaders and I think it works that way tremendously. Leaders are not as much born as they are forged and so the only thing I can say about leadership for sure is that it's something extremely difficult that doesn't come without a continuous and conscious effort. The rest might be just a wild guess but I'll have a shot at it anyway. I presume a leader must be..

.. prepared to face enormous expectations from others and put their needs before hers,
.. selfless and generous without expecting much from others as individuals because her rewards are often intangible and tightly bound to the unseen whole,
.. extremely open and able to deal with a high degree of uncertainty,
.. able to listen well to others, and more importantly to her own heart,
.. accountable to others, and more importantly to her own conscience.

Come to think of it though, I'm not too sure if I don't confuse leaders with men:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling, If

Teaching pronunciation

I've been reading up recently on teaching pronunciation and it opened up a whole new world to me. During the past to weeks I managed to look at sentence stress, strong and weak forms and elision with some of my classes. That's alone a great improvement because I increasingly treat pronunciation as an integral part of my classes. Moreover, I'm getting able to explain things when they crop up.

Two examples worth remembering. First, I was watching part of Notting Hill with an upper intermediate student (he's been in that class on his own for some 2 months now) and told him then to pick a line from the film and transcribe it for me in the IPA (International Phonetic Alphabet). He picked
'The guinea fowl is proving more difficult than expected.'

and it gave me a further opportunity to work on sentence stress and how the words are linked together. I focused on 'than expected' and rather than using the IPA again to point out the weak form of 'than' I decided to play around with word boundaries and pointed out that the chunk is pronounced as 'the nexpected'. It worked fabulously well...

Second, I had some 8-year-olds saying 'BAnanas' as if the word was stressed on the first syllable. Obviously, with this class I couldn't use the IPA nor get into the idea of word stress so I simply told them to pronounce it as two words 'b nanas' and they were immediately able to produce the word correctly!

Some good stuff on this topic:
Teaching Rhythm and stress in English to Chinese students
3-part series on Linking, Rhythm and Intonation and Stress

June 06, 2005

Imagine you're 60

Imagine you're 60. What would you like your boss to say at your birthday party?

We were asked this question at NAC and I figured something like "I'll give you a million dollars if you stay on." would be nice. Now I've been tormented lately by lots of doubts playing on my mind as I was trying to decide if this the right time for me to pack it up here and go home.

I set straight a few conditions that would hold me back and one of them was a reasonable pay rise... Well, I didn't get a million but hey, I'm not 60 either!

I have one week to make up my mind and I want to stick to what a Somali Australian who I was sharing with back in Southampton in 1993 once told me: "Do whatever makes you happy."

June 02, 2005

Confession of Faith (Inspiration from Masters)

I was writing a sort of love letter yesterday and it came absolutely natural to me that I incorporated God, disguised as a painter though, in that piece. I mean, some 3 years ago this would have been unthinkable. Like most Czechs, I considered myself atheist. When I slowly started approaching my faith, and this process I think became tangible here in Malaysia, I realized it would be a long-distance run. People either acquire religion (not necessarily faith I suspect) from their parents as they grow up in a religious environment or else have to think and reason their way through to God. And for an analytical mind this turns out to be an arduous trek as it is often about giving up the analytical bit and in a sense trying to reverse the analytical approach: understand to believe!

That is why I recently bought a couple of books that I had been craving for a while. First, it is Surprised by Joy by C.S. Lewis in which he recounts his journey "from a traditional Christian childhood to a youthful atheism and, finally, back to confident Christianity". I want to find out what this icon if Christian literature had to go through and am somewhat pleased to see that struggling was an inevitable part of his 'surprise'.

Second, I bought The Inner Voice of Love by Henri Nouwen which is a sort of secret journal of a Catholic priest and one of the world's best-known spiritual writers which was written when he lost his hope in God and energy to live. I suppose that for anyone who makes themselves so vulnerable that they surrender to God it must bring tremendous anguish to suddenly find themselves deserted. And something is telling me that if I want to tread the same path as C.S. Lewis did I need to be prepared to experience the same pain and misery as Henri Nouwen did.

Finally, since I already embarked on a spending spree, I picked another book by C.S. Lewis - The Four Loves...

June 01, 2005

Forgiving

Oh, how much I hate making mistakes! I mean there are an awful lot different kinds of mistakes and I mostly appreciate their meaning to one's life but I hate making STUPID mistakes. I painfully realized that on Monday when I ended up wasting an hour after I took the wrong turning in an area where I'd been so many times before. I mean, it wouldn't have mattered if there hadn't been dear friends waiting for me. I can while away my time as I wish but I have a strong sense of responsibility towards others. I hardly ever lose temper but this time I was swearing at myself and I realized how hard it is for me to forgive myself.

But then I thought: Thanks God, this is meant to be a testing experience, a sort of mental excercise. I'm being given this opportunity so I could realize that and learn how to deal with such situations. I made the mistake on purpose.

I found myself mulling over it and trying to calm down. Now I see it was Grace (as it is defined by Scott Peck) and I feel extremely grateful. I feel so, too, because my friends were able to forgive me and so made it easier, in a sense, for me to forgive myself. I mean, it's amazing how much God's Grace and happiness I've experienced lately. On this occasion alone, I emerged from excruciating anger to peaceful gratitude in no time.

Yet, I'm reminded the purpose may have a deeper meaning still. It's easy to receive such gifts, yet it's hard to give back. It's not only that I find it hard to forgive myself because I'm so perfect it's also that I don't forgive others..

Of course, I'm NOT perfect but I'm also not humble enough to realize this in my daily life. The soothing bit is that I'm becoming ever more faithful and this, I hope, will help me to become more forgiving.