The Voice of Kalachuchi

Background: I posted this on the 19th of March 2009, a year after I left my province to come to Sg. This was the time when I and my University classmates/friends had a weekly blog challenge. We specifically picked anything about flowers as the subject for this particular week's blog. So let me share my post 4 years back.

...we’ll delve into the inner sentiment of a not-so-famous flower. We’ll see how, as human, can we relate to its feelings. The narration being used is in a “first person” point of view...

"I envy the Gumamela for it is tucked by girls behind their ears to look prettier. It is also used by old folks to wash up the face of their young girls when the latter reach their first period of puberty, for it is believed that Gumamela would help prevent girls from getting pimples and other skin impurities. Indeed, Gumamela represents beauty. I envy the Bougainvilla for it is often planted in the garden and can dance freely in the lawn. When in full bloom, it looks so attractive and kids like to play with its flowers. I even envy the cactus. Though it’s not a beauty so to speak, yet it is expensive and is among the collections of the flower lovers. But most of all, I am jealous of the Rose for people use it as a present to love ones during special occasions or even during ordinary days. It undeniably symbolizes love and is always the favourite among the flowers.

Why do I envy these flowers? Because they are significant and have their own importance. They are valued by people. They are loved and taken cared of. When they are dry, people water them and cultivate their soil. When they are about to give up, people try to revive them. When they don’t bear flowers, a medicine is being sprayed on them. But all these I’ve never experienced. I don’t even know where I came from. I sprouted from nowhere and tried to survive on my own. I don’t see any reason why I need to battle life for years now. I am never noteworthy. When the rain pours and thunderstorm strikes, nobody shields me. When the sun is too hot and my roots are too dry, nobody waters me. I am always alone and no other flower to talk to. What more, I was not even given a beautiful name. I am just Kalachuchi."

Distorted

Everyday is an extraordinary day. You may be doing the same things over and over again and find them routinary, boring, monotonous and trivial. But when you take a little step back and examine what went on and what you have done, you'll be surprised to see that you have actually accomplished a few little but important things. It takes a little while sometimes to realize that you are something (or someone) of significance - that you are needed, valued and important. Maybe not to everyone, but to a few who are close and dear to you - like your friends and family. So even if life is being hard on you at times, you try to pull out all the intrinsic motivation that you can find in order to get by. That's life anyway - hard and complicated.

Speaking of life and complications! What makes life complicated I think is the insatiable nature of man, especially for worldly things. I come to wonder what value do the material things have to offer when we all fade one day anyway. Why can't people settle for enough. (I am not saying less. I am saying enough.) Why do they have to accomplish something to prove themselves worthy and capable. Why do they have to compete with one another. Why and what gives! All these are somewhat disturbing and scary to me. There were times when i even questioned my too simple and plain philosophy. I questioned even my acts and what i get into. I questioned whether it's really all that i want, or whether I'm on the right track. I plan and i do backup plans. But even the latter, I challenge the justification of having thought the idea (whatever it is i cannot disclose).

The way i think could be that my background is different. That i was raised in a very laidback and conservative environment. So when i get exposed to a more advanced and competitive society, i can't help to wonder what everyone's purpose in life is. Of course, I am not questioning how they want to lead their life. That's up to them to live anyway. It's just out of curiosity and amazement that we all came to this world the same way and will all leave this world in our own time, yet we all do not share the same philosophy and purpose in life. I guess i should question God's gift of absolute freedom, which makes the world as it is today - chaotic, out of order. But is our freedom really absolute? Because i think nothing in this world is absolute, absolutely nothing, but the beginning and the end.

Lost and Found!

Whew!!!! It's been ages since i last posted something here. And i have totally forgotten this blog. Like seriously i never thought i have written all those stuffs. Had it not been to my curiosity of searching my name in the internet, i wouldn't be able to find this. And i must say it's a good find!

While reading through all my posts, i couldn't help but grin, laugh, or even be surprised and embarrassed from the opinions that i have expressed, and to the missing or mispelled words that i didn't bother to check at that time. They really show the real me - very straightforward and do not do proofreading. (In Singlish "Anyhow whack and say!") :p

Well, I think i will start to share again here all that's in my mind, which some i have managed to scribble (bits of pieces of it) in my phone's Notes. This means that I have to find some time to write down coherently my scattered thoughts, which is honestly harder than picking up grains in a bed of sands. Hah!

Good luck to me!