- Judge: And what is your profession, in general?
- Brodsky: I am a poet and a literary translator.
- Judge: Who recognizes you as a poet? Who enrolled you in the ranks of poets?
- Brodsky: No one. Who enrolled me in the ranks of humankind?
- Judge: Did you study this?
- Brodsky: This?
- Judge: How to become a poet. You did not even try to finish high school where they prepare, where they teach?
- Brodsky: I didn’t think you could get this from school.
- Judge: How then?
- Brodsky: I think that it ... comes from God.
- (The original transcript)
The nature of arts
"Love heals" - Yasmin
Journey of hope
With Sharifah Amani and a new batch of actors in tow, Yasmin Ahmad heads for Ipoh to shoot her fifth film, Muallaf.
It was the last day of production, and it was going to be a long day. But Yasmin Ahmad looked reasonably happy. The preceding 10 days had been a success as far as she was concerned. The film that she had been talking about for the past one year, Muallaf (The Convert), had finally become a reality. There we were in front of a pub in Ipoh at 2am, and despite the crew rushing to prepare for the scenes, the atmosphere was very relaxed.
It had rained all day just hours before, yet miraculously, the skies cleared just as shooting was about to begin.
The director approached her actors for last minute instructions while the imposing first assistant director Pete Abdullah, affectionately known as Uncle Pete, watched over everything with a keen eye for detail. Executive producer Rosnah Kassim was all smiles, and so was post-producer Elyna Shukri.
Later, before the second scene inside the pub, the sound guy rushed over to adjust the microphone, strung on actress Yeo Yann Yann’s chest.
“Aiyah, still want to adjust cleavage ah? No need lah!” Yasmin quipped.
Four films after she started out, nothing seems to have changed. A Yasmin Ahmad film shoot is still the craziest thing anyone could experience. Her MHz Film “family” remain a close-knit and jovial lot. Their pre-production preparations are almost legendary. Yasmin once told me: “I rehearse with my actors a lot. That’s why when I’m on set, I just lepak.”
And lepak she did. After a scene was shot, there would be either discussions with her assistant director or cinematographer Keong Low over the walkie-talkie, or just one line from her: “I’m happy with it if Keong’s happy with it.”
The one thing about Yasmin that many people know, but is rarely mentioned, is that she is a part-time filmmaker, but a full-time executive creative director with an advertising firm. She has to get official leave from work just to make her films. It is almost like a hobby. Ask her about it, and she will only say she feels extremely lucky to be able to do this and have so much creative freedom in the process, a luxury some full-time filmmakers can only dream of.
It all might sound controversial, in light of some recent cases involving religious issues. But Yasmin assures viewers that Muallaf is far from controversial. In fact, three personnel from the religious department visited one of the locations at a church but found nothing amiss. Apparently, some people had complained about seeing a group of Muslim students near the church, and this had prompted the religious department to investigate. But Yasmin said they left after finding out that it was only a film shoot.
“It is not a religious story at all,” she said of Muallaf. “It’s about coping with a difficult past, how we all have crap in our lives. It’s about how different people cope with it differently. Some cope by being hateful and shutting themselves in. Some cope by forgiving, others by being brave. This is about how the brave help draw out those who shut themselves in and help them reconcile with their ghosts.”
The pub shoot ended at 6am, and after a few hours’ sleep, the crew was back at it again at 10am, this time at an unoccupied bungalow belonging to Tenaga Nasional Bhd. The occasion was the all-important and much-publicised shaving of Amani’s head. During the ride to the location, I asked Amani how she felt.
“Very nervous!” she said, and she looked so.
It was an extremely long wait for the crew to set up the scene, and an even longer wait for Amani’s hair to be shorn by a barber. No one was allowed upstairs where the shaving was done, but someone reported that she was laughing and crying at the same time. When the scene was finally shot, it was incredibly moving.
Without giving anything away, it is enough to say for now that when audiences finally see the two sisters praying side-by-side, there will be a truly memorable movie moment when Amani removes her telekung.
Amani was already wearing her hair short for the rest of the film, but now with her head completely bald, Yasmin thought she looked even more beautiful.
Asked how she felt putting her actress through such a difficult situation, Yasmin only replied: “She is like my own anak. It hurts me if it hurts her.”
In fact, Yasmin has worked with all of the Sharifah sisters by now, the last one being Aleysha. She admitted that she wrote the character of Rohana specifically with Aleysha in mind. She said all of the sisters are completely unselfconscious in front of the camera.
“I like (the sisters) because I know them and I know their parents,” said Yasmin. “If I have a problem with them, I scold them. And if they don’t respond, I SMS their parents, and their parents scold them! They call me ‘mak’.”
Earlier in the day, the crew shot a scene in the bungalow involving a real-life convert and his family. It was a short scene of them praying, which provides a clue as to what Yasmin is really trying to say with this latest film.
“I know so many muallaf who converted after falling in love with Muslim women,” she explained.
“Many of these muallaf I know who got into the religion because of love became really, really good Muslims. I think God pulls us towards Him whichever way He pleases, and it’s not for human beings to say what is the right way and what is not.”
-Full credit to ALLAN KOAY-
also available at The Star Online
AWOL: Absent Without Leave
After the convocation, stepping out the hall, I saw the clouds, like steam from thermal adorned the Lafayette’s blue sky, indicating the end of Winter and the beginning of Spring. Stored in my “recently added” iPOD playlist, Damien Rice’s “Elephant” has been gone through my ears repeatedly since last week, a month after Elise introduced me “Closer” – a witty, romantic and very dangerous British love story emphasizing a nagging nuance of ‘Strangers’.
“Perfectly suited you,” the blue-eyes and blondy girl told me.
The blandiloquent song and the halcyon day has made me reminisced back my old years at my hometown, Changlun.
I took off my shoes and replaced it with my flip-flops because that was the perfect day to wear it since 4 months of wearing boots. Hours before, while walking out of Purdue Memorial Union’s South Ballroom, after the receptions and convocation for 2007 University Honors Convocation, Jacob complained about wearing formal attire during a 73-degree-Fahrenheit (about 22 degree Celsius) day.
“I knew, I shouldn’t have worn this so-called ‘business’ attire today”.
“Hey, it’s just Spring. It’ll be worst than this next two or three weeks”, like been there longer than him, I replied while taking off my blazer.
I have gone through something worst than that temperature, when I used to walked back home during my high-school-hood. But luckily, Apit asked me taking lift on his bike. We used to go for Al-Bukhary and Darul Bakti tuitions together. Because I have no guts to ride the bike, my school shirts were finely decorated by the bike's 'minyak hitam' coming from the exzos at the back. If I wasn't at the field training for never ending sports events thruout the year, in Pn. Basharah's room - the school's counselor, practicing and memorizing speeches for upcoming debates or public speaking competitions, or hanging out with Fakhrul in 'notorious' computer labs, my parents or close friends would find me with Apit, doing daffy stuffs.
Other than Apit, my life in SMK Changlun has been filling up with tons of noteworthy moments by a group of decent educators. Having all of these hellacious educators, was not only as the mediums to convey all the materials in the syllabus, but they give me life, like fathers or mothers raising up their son, friends hanging out or chatting about teenage stuffs, and the adults talking about the reality of life. These are the people who are responsible bolstering me to shine my lights for all to see.
The serene Pn. Basharah
The adroit Sir Zubir
The loquacious Pn. Aidah
The gorgeous Teacher Sharon
The emollient Pn. Aishah
The genius Mr. Ooi
The esoteric Pn. Fauziah
The beatific Pn. Roziah
When, I am asked by my colleagues, what it takes to become who I am today, a nobody to somebody who has a huge responsibility towards people around him, my answer is always the same. It is my experiences, either the fine ones or the awful ones contributed by the above amazing people, made me stand where I am now.
Vincent Van Gough once said,
"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."
And here, Gogh's words precisely depict my journey. And today these people have brought me to the 2007 University Honors Convocation, and also everything is nothing without Him, the most gracious Giver to me.
Moments
"Cepat la J!! Dah lambat. Nanti sampai dah mula.."
"Sabaq la..Hang ni jalan laju nak mampuih!"
Reminiscing back when I urged Dj at the back of Rawls to walk faster to Switchfoot concert at the end of last Spring at Slayter Hill. I'm 1ft taller than Dj, so as I moved a lil bit faster, she needed to double her efforts to catch up my pace. It was said in the flyers that the concert would be started at 3, and it was 3.30 when we were at the Rawls. I knew we weren't late because the Facebook group said Switchfoot would only perform at 5. It was less than 2 months before Dj's departing to Malaysia. The urge was more to my desire to have certain memorable moment with Dj (sounds sentimental? Dun care...).
I started smiling when passing by Dj's house recalling back the moment we spent during my 1st Winter break before going to Purdue's big rival school - IU. The moment when we played 'Taboo' with Addin, Saini, Safwan, Effy, Anne and Ama. I don't think I would like playing 'Taboo' if my 1st play wasn't with those guys. Addin and Effy was the center of attraction during the game when they collaborated to solve one word AS they were opponents for each other!
"Confirmed?" Addin asked Effy for a confirmation after asking her about a clue to be given so he wouldn't mess up the rules.
"Ya, ya...Confirmed!" Effy confidently answered that w/o realizing that they're opponents!
It wasn't a pleasant Winter for some people as they believe that we should spend the winter at Florida or California in the warm weather, or NYC for great Christmas or New Year eves, rather than wasting your time in the dead-town of Lafayette or Indiana. It's good enough for me to spend the Winter with these kanak2-riang scholars as I'd rather having great moments filling up my despairs of ignoring my only sister, when she sent me to the airport couple months ago, with four Felicities - Dj, Effy, Ama, and Anne, than get stuck in the crowded New Year's or Christmas' celebration in NYC .
And today, I'm glad that I can recall back the moment I chose to be preserved.
As I stepped inside my apartment, it came across my mind, that I have 3 more yrs to spend over here w/o Dj and Effy. How could I preserved those moments with them, so, it'll be fresh and dulcet as it should be? Thus, I decided to create this blog. Noting everything in the past, present, future, and thoughts as my life goes on as a Boilermaker, a MARA scholar, an actuary wannabe, a friend of Effy, DJ, and two angels in my apartment, a son of Kamis and Hasimah, and of course a slave of the Almighty Allah.