a waNdereR's Love

d StoryteLLer

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

i'Ve aLways beeN an aviD fan of yasMin ahMad's fiLms. y? juSt becaUse.

sHe's oNe heLLuva storyteLLer; her storiEs aRe a sharinG of liFe experienCes & a refLectiOn of certaiN theMes sHe obserVes in soCiety. sHe dOes sO wiF no friLLz, no maMbo-JumBo biG phiLosoPhiEs in haNd, juz in simpLe huMan emotionz & daiLy languAge. ~~moSt~~, no ALL her fiLmz maKe me tiNk a Lot (onLy aFter i'Ve enjoyed, LauGhed aND criEd myseLf to biTz) aboUt my owN experieNces & about liFe per Se.

i lUrve narratiVes & storiEs; eveN in my werK, d approacH to therapY usinG narratiVes iNteresT me. readinG stoRies aboUt therapY capture more of my attentIon, raTher thaN stacKz of readinG on theorIes and interventioNz. so. muNdane.

kiNd of iroNic; 'coS i waS neVer an Ace stUdent weN it came to engLish literaTure bacK in coLLege. in faCt, it was a struggLe foR me. HurHurHur. buT weLL, suMting muZ haVe gotteN thrU' me weN i toOk maLay literaTure & maLay studiEs in mY JC & unI daYz. =P

i wanT 2b a storyteLLer; in faCt mosT of Us aLreadY are wiF thiS pervasiVe thinG caLLed technoLogy. mOst of Us bLog, but its juZ a maTter of whEther we'Re teLLing a guD or baD storY. perhaPz, theRe's no sucH tinG as a bad storY 'coS eacH storyteLLer is entitLed to hiS or her owN maNner of 'immortaLising' (for lacK of a Betta wOrd) theiR storiEs. But theN agaiN, i'm not certaiN wheTher bLogginG quaLifieS as storYteLLing 'coS u maY juz eNd uP bitchiNg & whiNing mOre. *hiaKz*

i wouLd liKe to coNsider my sharinG of experieNces & liFe's moMentz heRe as portiOnz of mY liFe's storY. i'M not eveN suRe wheTher thEre are kiNd souLz hU coMe heRe to Read my lesS thaN perfecT forM of LiteraTure. buT 1 tinG i'm certaiN is tHat, my stoRies are a faR crY froM thOse wHo haVe a fLair fOr peNning dOwn liFe's experieNces iN aPt laNguagE & d abiLity tO weavE humaN emotioNz, to Juz coNnect wiF d audiEnce/reader.

nevaTheLess, i'D liKe to tinK mySeLf as d pengLipur Lara tO my future spoUse, chiLdren, grandchiLdren & exteNded famiLy meMbers; to cLientz whO i've worKed & are going to werK wiF. eacH new persoN meT aDdz uP spICe & fLavour to mY baG of experiEnces aNd emotioNz.

oK, i'M off to huNt for moRe experieNces to fiLL uP d paGes of my Life. u shOuLd tOo.

i leaVe u wiF suM pieCes of werK whiCh inspiRed d fiLm, mukhsiN:

"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."
JelaluddiN ruMi

First Love by WislaWa SzymborsKa

They say

the first love is the most important.

That's very romantic

but it's not the case with me.

There was something between us yet there wasn't.

It transpired and expired.

My hands don't tremble,

when I stumble upon small mementos

or a stack of letters wrapped in twine

—not even a ribbon.

Our only meeting after all these years

is a conversation between two chairs

at a cold table.

Other loves

still breathe deeply within me.

This one lacks the breath to sigh.

But still, just the way it is,

it can do what the rest are not yet able to do:

unremembered

not even dreamt of

it accustoms me to death.

Labels: stories, yasmin ahmad

-thOughTz sPoKen @ 11:25 PM :)