Speak to My Finger

Well, oh well, why didn't I read the Dead Poets Society book sooner?

I should have borrowed that movie when I had the chance in college. It's a very good material. No wonder my friends were raving about it.

It makes you think of life and education on the whole. I finished reading it at 8 am today and it left me pondering in the train carriage.

The lesson in the story still applies today: Shouldn't education make us think? There are already experts in this world highlighting that our current education is very outdated. It no longer accommodate current generation of mindset. Knowing this and yet we are not doing anything to change the system. Why oh why?

Do we still need slave thinkers now? And why? When will parents release their insecurity amongst kids that they have to score in their exams to be the society's creme de la creme? Why are we still pursuing something so superficial? Is it important?

I remember how my mother screamed at me when I was not paying attention to studies when I was just 5. She said "At this rate, you are going to be a whore" over and over throughout my primary age. Lesson here is never underestimate a young child that he/she doesn't understand your words. Children do especially in this era. Poor mother who put in so much to eradicate the creativity in me. I pity my sister who listens to my parents so well that I find it hard to ascertain which is her true self until today?

When disaster happens in one life, what would you do? In the story, the parents and the school blamed on the teacher for creating a thinker. But the truth is humans are coward. We prefer to lie to ourself so we could continue floating in our comfort zone until we cradle in the earth.

Top schools produced top students. Correct. I think this is better: Top schools produced creme de la creme slaves! There are a bunch of people who are so obsessed with the three ingredients that what drove this world inhumane... do not need thinkers. And if you are one, can it feed you? Sorry mate, we are running out jungles.... Oh I wonder how's the society in The Village doing now... right... they are in a reserve. So they are save, but are we?

With the pace we are on now on humanity, I believe there is going to be a major crash and clash in our world and I don't want to know what and how it will happen.... If the world is gonna be like Startrek and a handsome guy gonna say macho-ly like "I am Khan" I don't mind, but I will be damning myself for I will be too old for that hunk. Ok. Collagen, here I come.

This book to me re-advocates creativity in us. I shall try reading the original version.

Blame Him!
Not me
for her broken heart...

Hey, there's a poet in me! Actually, I love reading poem when I was back in primary. I wonder why... but I was drawn to it and I usually won in poetry recital in school. But for once I have never written one!

And so... I will try writing my own poem. But wait, I shall try reading poems first...