Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Never ending 2021

December 1, 2021

 

I had a conversation last week with one of my karate students—and how I hesitate to call him my student, mostly because I still grapple with imposter syndrome when I think of myself as a karate teacher—oops that sentence got away with me. But ya, that conversation made me feel like writing more, and more honestly, about my experiences as a karate teacher. 

 

After our Saturday morning class some of us had gathered at a café, called The Refinery, just opposite our gym. We like getting a coffee/tea/snack post class when covid rules permit. We were seated at the longest wooden table, centrally placed, in the café. Potted plants separated us into two groups of four (only five allowed per group and we were eight that day). I was sitting next to one of our yellow belts, a quiet man who had taken his time to become more vocal in the group. I asked him, Will you continue karate after you get your shodan?

 

The question came from another conversation with some other students where we were talking about karatekas who had passed through the dojo. I had said to them, some leave in the first year and those who get to yellow normally continue until they get their black. But that is the goal that some aim for and these leave when they have achieved it. Only a small percentage—some say it is as small as 2% of those who enter the dojo—continue further. 

 

The student I’d asked the question to turned his head and looked directly at me. He waited, then said, You had said it’s a way of life. 

 

I do sometimes say a line or two about the ways in which karate is a way of life, but most times I think nobody is listening. I think when I ramble about it many just want to get on with the training. Yet on the off chance that some do hear and reflect further I bring it up anyway. 

 

That’s all the yellow belt said. As if my question was silly. Then he added, kata is important. His answer was a surprise, a delight, a door into more questions. Just that morning I had asked the class what they liked about training. The Saturday class is about 70% white and yellow belts, and most of the juniors, particularly the women, had said partner work. I know women enjoy partner work as it allows them, for some for the first time, to connect to the power of their bodies in relationship to another. I’ve had one woman tell me after her first class, that the men who partnered her were so strong that training with them forced her to really feel her own physical strength. 

 

All that internal grappling with—I should quit teaching... I cannot be a karate teacher... but I bring something to them... something non-verbal that some come seeking... but that’s not enough... many just want to learn self-defence... and tests measure other abilities not this esoteric stuff... so step down and let someone else teach—silenced for a while. It is true that the training needs to prepare students for tests but unlike school I hope that is not the only goal. It is true that it is about self-defense too, but I hope it does more than prepare one for bar brawls or sudden street attacks. I hope that training is about that something more in life, in each person’s individual life, that we probably begin searching for the moment we are born. 

 

I think I want to write about ‘this’ and about the those who continue training as a lifelong process. Not sure what ‘this’ is exactly yet, but it’s time to explore. 

 

My writing, the novel I mean, has reached another branch. I finished re-writing a lot of the book that needed complete reworking. There are more chapters that now need to be changed but I had thought they could be re-worked in a week or two and I’d have a new draft which I could polish into a final product in the first month of next year. But now I feel there is something that needs a re-look. Not sure what, but I need to explore. 

 

That’s where I am today. On the first day of the last month of 2021 when I thought, I hoped, to be winding down, finishing up some things, I feel like I am just beginning. That thought is tiring. The part of me that is dying to package up something, to feel that sense of completion about at least one thing, is frustrated. 

 

2021 the year that refuses to wind down. Now with omicron emerging it feels like the beginning of another old-new phase of covid. May we move from extreme uncertainty to only mild next year. We need some space to process this never-ending covid trauma.

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Out Bad Habits

November 22, 2021

 I started following blog post on November 17…

I’m trying to change bad pandemic habits. One of the worst ones is lolling around in my pj’s until 4 pm, then training and showering. 

I wrote two lines and gave up. I had no energy to explore anything in a post. My mind felt tired and incoherent and journaling was preferable.

 

I’ve been busy, and my writing time, but even more my reading time, has expanded, and time binging ‘netflix’ reduced. But my mind has been constantly tired. It is perhaps this needing to change bad habits and the resistance by the habits to the desired changes that has been one of the reasons. 

 

I’m writing about the habits as if they are interlopers, outsiders, not me, but for a while they completely took over my body and mind. They were me, my life and I sunk, slipped, lulled, nested, into them through the pandemic. Until one day I woke so sick of them and who I had become that I needed to oust them immediately. By then of course they were comfortable occupiers of my inner home, squatters who did not care for it but were hard to dislodge. The daily struggle to topple them, I felt in my body as a deep lethargy, gastric troubles and difficulty sleeping. Now some days I train in the morning, shower, and put on decent clothes even if I am working at home. Today though it is past noon and I’m still in my pj’s. Not yet successful, this war on bad habits. 

 

I’ve been working on Boiling Frogs slowly, too slowly. Most days, and today more than ever, I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. But some days I’ve made it to a chapter, and I’ve got a glimpse of what needs to happen, and for a few hours I’ve been happily immersed in the world of my novel. 

 

Today though I feel more panicky than ever. I’ve been watching writers talk about their books and processes both on the Singapore Writers Fest and then at Tata Lit Fest, and I’ve been feeling, Stop, you don’t have a clue, do you?

 

Today I’m feeling, I can’t do this. I can’t do it alone, I haven’t a clue.

 

So, I think I need to pull out of the chapters and spend some time with the bigger picture? Maybe, perhaps, who knows?

 

One of the things about listening to some of the writers is the reassuring sense that they too had long moments of feeling, I don’t have a clue. 

 

But today I really, really feel like I can’t or don’t want to work on this alone. Yet a writer’s work is solitary. Yes, there are editors and book coaches, but I don’t feel ready to surrender to one yet. 

 

Besides this, three of our Singy karatekas will be doing dan exams in a few months and I’ve been occupied trying to arrange an online test and figure out how to assist their training. 

 

Modi in a dramatic turnaround, in a dramatic speech, announced that the farm laws would be repealed. Farmers have been sitting at the borders of Delhi in silent protest for more than a year, and about 700 have died. His speech had no mention of those dead, and those maligned with words, or with false court cases. There is a lot to unpack around all this. Most say it is an election move and it likely is, though it is being spun by Modi media as the act of a sensitive leader. The bhakts who aggressively supported the laws are confused and slightly betrayed, small farmers and those who would benefit from these laws are let down. But it is a victory for democratic process and it felt great watching the farmers distribute jalebis. Whether the laws were brought in good faith or not, the process by which they were rushed through parliament was spectacularly undemocratic and hopefully the BJP Government’s bad parliamentary process habits have taken a hit. 

 

More VTL flights to India opening soon and I am watching and waiting to plan a trip. It will be two years in January.