Wednesday, 25 May 2011

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud


The poem 'Daffodils' is also known by the title 'I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud', a lyrical poem written by William Wordsworth in 1804. It was published in 1815 in 'Collected Poems' with four stanzas. William Wordsworth is a well-known romantic poet who believed in conveying simple and creative expressions through his poems. He had quoted, "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility". Thus, Daffodils is one of the most popular poems of the Romantic Age, unfolding the poet's excitement, love and praise for a field blossoming with daffodils.



Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Dear KPLI K1.1...  Please do the following:-
1. Give your personal response to the poem above. 
2. Determine the theme of the poem - the purpose the poet has in writing this poem, the idea he wants to express. 
3. The last lines of a poem are usually important as they either emphasize or change the meaning of the poem. Is this so in this poem?

Please post your comments before the 30th May 2011 ends. Thank You. 

Happy Holidays :)

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Our Past -- An Illusion

We often think of something that happened in the past and still carry some regrets about it. Perhaps it's a botched relationship, a business we failed to start or even an accident that we caused. We also often think back something pleasant that we experienced such as falling in love, having a wonderful vacation or getting a promotion. Be it a positive or a negative experience, when we get in touch with the event, we are actually time-travelling within our mind, searching through our bank of memories.

I used to be remorseful about something I have said or done, regretting something I feel or should have done. But I have learned with time and experiences that living with regrets and guilt will get me nowhere in the future. I have decided that the past is merely an illusion because my mind is only able to selectively remember. The longer something remains in my mind, the more it changes and the less it reflects what may actually occurred. My memories tend to change over time and therefore may not accurately reflect my original perception. Thus, I want to accept that everything that ultimately did occur was a necessary part of my soul's growth. Whenever I feel guilty of having hurt or disappoint someone in the past, I want to acknowledge my commitment to never repeat the behaviour again. It is utmost important to declare that I have actually learned from my mistakes.

From now on I want to ensure all moments, whether good or bad from my past to remain in the past. Suffice for me to experience them fully then, after that drop it and move on to the next moment, uninfluenced by any of the previous one. Otherwise, I will waste a great deal of my time in the "illusionary" world of the past, either feeling guilty, regretful, angry or reminiscing the good old days.

I have come to a realisation that my past has an impact on my present when I continue my thoughts and feelings on something that no longer exists. They are all just in my mind. Whatever that have happened are finished now.

So be it...

Sunday, 15 May 2011

A Teacher's Prayer

Ya Allah, let me be just what they need.
If they need someone to trust, let me be trustworthy.
If they need sympathy, let me sympathize.
If they need love, let me love, in full measure.
Let me not anger easily ya Allah, but let me be just.
Permit my justice to be tempered in Your mercy.
When I stand before them, Ya Allah, let me look strong and good and honest and loving.
And let me be as strong and good and honest and loving as I look to them.
Help me to counsel the anxious, crack the covering of the shy, calm the
rambunctious with a gentle attitude.
Permit me to teach only the truth.
Help me to inspire them so that learning will not cease at the classroom door.
Let the lessons they learn make their lives fruitful and happy.
And, Ya Allah, let me bring them to You,
Teach them through me to find and love You...

Happy Teacher's Day
16th May 2011

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

"Madding Crowd"

For the last two weeks it has been a mad rush for those interested in applying for the Pensyarah Cemerlang post. Some immediately dropped everything else to start filling up the forms and searching for documents as evidence to qualify them for the post. Appointment letters, certificate of attendance/ participations and some other not so important documents which have been chucked away and have been lying dormant at the bottom of the drawer are dugged up for they are said to have some significance for this purpose now. They are all neatly sorted, labelled and filed.

Others who were earlier on contemplating to apply finally decided to send in their application and joined in the mad rush after being cajoled by colleagues and friends who felt that this is an opportunity no one should forgo.

The "madding crowd" gets bigger. Everyone I met at any time anywhere in the Institute was discussing about the post, their work performance for the last three years, their chances of getting the post etc.

It is indeed an interesting scenario when everyone thinks they are the most suitable and qualified to be awarded "pensyarah cemerlang". No doubt some truly deserve the post but as I see it, only a handful...just a handful has the merit. These are the lecturers who give priority to their core business, that is lecture and deliver well. Aside from that, their extra curricular activities are superbly developed and their contribution is felt. There is a professional balance between their performance as a lecturer teaching in the classroom and as a lecturer professionally outside the classroom. Other than this handful, the applicants failed to see themselves when they look into the mirror. It may sound harsh but then again, truth always hurts. Truth, too, seldom sets into the minds of those who are so full of themselves.

Oh well...I am just glad I am "far from the madding crowd" :) ...

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Family Ties


Memories of our family and childhood are what shape our personality and who we are. Whether we like it or not, our personality is formed by our parents, brothers, sisters, and the environment that we grew up in. For some, interacting with their family feels like more bother than it is worth. They cut off ties with their families and make up pseudo families made up of chosen friends. This is all right as long as we realize that our past continues to affect who we are. We can only grow as people when we choose to confront our past. Only then can we move forward in our lives.

Of late, recollections of my childhood often flood my days. Whenever I looked out the window of my Kampung home, I could see myself, my siblings, cousins and childhood friends playing rounders, galah panjang, konda-kondi and congkak to name a few. I am so connected to those memories resulting in very dearly missing family members and friends who have passed on. If I were given another chance to live my childhood life, I would not want it any different than what I had once. There were grievences and setbacks but those were part of which contributed to who I have become today.

Going back very often to my Kampung has also taught me to always choose modesty as a way of life. However much I think I have achieved, I can never forget my root... . I can never understand how many people I have met have simply chosen to disregard their Kampungs and sometimes their own parents too, the reason being too busy with work. Yet, they are never too busy attending gatherings or parties thrown by friends.

Life is indeed a journey. For some it's brief while for others, it may be long. But what is more important is that along the way, we must never forget to stop and ponder on the point where we began this journey. That way, InsyaAllah, we will never ever forget our origin...our family.