Wednesday, May 24, 2006

ubin house


ubin house
Originally uploaded by lekowala.
This is the view from the kitchen and also the verandah on which we slept on. Curled up in the sleeping bag, listening to Cicadas, breathing fresh Ubin air, which was curiously sweet from the lalang (Imperata cylindrica) I guess... Of course some uncle had to delete his sms at 530 in the morning (and not in silent mode some more). I actually had to ask him if he was playing some computer game on his phone. Apparently he had 92 smses to read and delete from his phone... I actually had to get it out of my system so I spoke about it during a group discussion and group-tekan him. Came back on Sat quite disoriented and then there was morning assembly on Monday, forms to submit, emails to delete. Well, better than nothing I guess.

stove cat


stove cat
Originally uploaded by lekowala.
Okay this cat isn't bio fuel. Its just warming itself in a kampung kitchen in P. Ubin. The animals there really make themselves comfortable everywhere. I was there for an overnight training camp in some villager's house. Felt like a city slicker... damn pai seh.

ubin house


ubin house
Originally uploaded by lekowala.
This is the view from the kitchen and also the verandah on which we slept on. Curled up in the sleeping bag, listening to Cicadas, breathing fresh Ubin air, which was curiously sweet from the lalang (Imperata cylindrica) I guess... Of course some uncle had to delete his sms at 530 in the morning (and not in silent mode some more). I actually had to ask him if he was playing some computer game on his phone. Apparently he had 92 smses to read and delete from his phone... I actually had to get it out of my system so I spoke about it during a group discussion and group-tekan him. Came back on Sat quite disoriented and then there was morning assembly on Monday, forms to submit, emails to delete. Well, better than nothing I guess.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

stove cat


stove cat
Originally uploaded by lekowala.
Okay this cat isn't bio fuel. Its just warming itself in a kampung kitchen in P. Ubin. The animals there really make themselves comfortable everywhere. I was there for an overnight training camp in some villager's house. Felt like a city slicker... damn pai seh.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Paresh Babu says it right

Okay just finished the Gora book. I took about a month plus. I thought that was quite long but gee the days just fly by these days. Thanks to the long weekend, I indulged and set aside time for this most thought provoking book. Tagore's characters have a way of representing themselves as though they were all a part of the reader, that's me I guess. In the end the story is about love and the freedom to do so... Actually I take that back (that description sucks)... its more than that.

Anyway, I finally found an answer to an old question that I thought I would find in an education journal. It started with the level 5000 Ecology module when the Professor gave us journals to read and instead of us coming up with answers, he told us to come up with questions... It might sound simple enough but those two questions we needed to submit for each journal were very difficult to generate.... Now when I have important lessons to conduct, I use this format. Getting a groups of students to come up with questions on a sheet of paper and then passing the paper around for the other group to answer.

Okay so Paresh Babu in the story goes on to tell his daughter:
"You know, my dear child," replied Paresh Babu, "I have always wanted you girls to think for yourselves, and not simply to take my opinions, or anyone else's, at second hand. To offer instruction on any question before it has really arisen in the mind is like giving food before one is hungry, - it spoils the appetite and leads to indigestion. But whenever you ask me any question, I am always ready to tell you what I know about it."

Another gem in that book is this metaphor used to describe the sudden revelation in Gora's life, that he's actually Irish instead of the Indian he so thought he was and the Brahmin he was about to be.

"In a single moment Gora's whole life seemed to him like some extraordinary dream... He felt as though he were like a dewdrop on the lotus leaf which comes into existence for a moment only." In the anthology on Rabindranath, nature played a huge part in his life; he'd meditate and find inspiration from mother nature and the mountains where his father had brought him to.

If only we had studied Tagore instead of Shakespeare...

Monday, May 01, 2006

Paresh Babu says it right

Okay just finished the Gora book. I took about a month plus. I thought that was quite long but gee the days just fly by these days. Thanks to the long weekend, I indulged and set aside time for this most thought provoking book. Tagore's characters have a way of representing themselves as though they were all a part of the reader, that's me I guess. In the end the story is about love and the freedom to do so... Actually I take that back (that description sucks)... its more than that.

Anyway, I finally found an answer to an old question that I thought I would find in an education journal. It started with the level 5000 Ecology module when the Professor gave us journals to read and instead of us coming up with answers, he told us to come up with questions... It might sound simple enough but those two questions we needed to submit for each journal were very difficult to generate.... Now when I have important lessons to conduct, I use this format. Getting a groups of students to come up with questions on a sheet of paper and then passing the paper around for the other group to answer.

Okay so Paresh Babu in the story goes on to tell his daughter:
"You know, my dear child," replied Paresh Babu, "I have always wanted you girls to think for yourselves, and not simply to take my opinions, or anyone else's, at second hand. To offer instruction on any question before it has really arisen in the mind is like giving food before one is hungry, - it spoils the appetite and leads to indigestion. But whenever you ask me any question, I am always ready to tell you what I know about it."

Another gem in that book is this metaphor used to describe the sudden revelation in Gora's life, that he's actually Irish instead of the Indian he so thought he was and the Brahmin he was about to be.

"In a single moment Gora's whole life seemed to him like some extraordinary dream... He felt as though he were like a dewdrop on the lotus leaf which comes into existence for a moment only." In the anthology on Rabindranath, nature played a huge part in his life; he'd meditate and find inspiration from mother nature and the mountains where his father had brought him to.

If only we had studied Tagore instead of Shakespeare...