Saturday, 3 March 2007

PHILOSOPHY FOR SCHOOLS

TURGENEV REMINDED ME OF THE SKIRMISHES between my father and I, how much I was Arkady to his Nikolai Petrovich. Bazarof though I was not. Didn't have the intellectual wherewithal for reasoned debates, the confidence to pull off a flawed argument and the arrogance to believe I cannot be wrong. And so a skirmish it was, every time, no battles, no wars and innumerable retreats. Maybe what we had going was guerrilla warfare of the urban kind.

I had stumbled across Ivan Turgenev's "Fathers and Sons" while rummaging through one of Carrefour's bargain baskets awhile back. For RM9.95 this classic was dirt cheap for the hours of pleasure it gave me. Better than television any time. Value for money it was indeed. I took it up and stopped only to sleep and completed it, cover to cover, in a day and a half. It was more compelling than any action novel I have ever read. It reminded me so much of my days as my father's daughter. And here was a 19th century tale in pre-revolutionary Russia hitting very close to home.

The generation gap, it would seem, is a necessary mechanism of social evolution and, maybe, even revolution as the Russian "nihilists" proved. In Turgenev's Bazarof we see the first example of a Bolshevik, dreamers who think that goodness can be built from ground zero up and structures are all that is needed to eliminate everything undesirable in human existence. Soviet Russia's collapse proved beyond a doubt that the human factor is not so easily fitted into moulds. Again it was the young and the youngish that turned the communist experience into an utter failure. Russia's late 20th century youth were so enamoured of western consumerism and its illusion of untethered freedom that no amount of repression could stop things from changing.

The Russian example then, tells us that the views of the young ought to be taken seriously and not dismissed as inconsequential for the consequences could be grave.

In Malaysia, however, there is comfort in knowing that there are no Bazarovs amongst us. The Islamists are the nearest thing to possible chaos that the country has. Still, we are living in ever present danger of a zealousness that has no alternative social constructs once the present one is overturned. The Islamists are Malaysia's Bolsheviks. They have a vague idea of a glorious future without any notion of what make things tick; what political systems would best deliver the social and economic goods to the people; and, most of all, they persist in a mistaken assumption that because they believe what they want is generally good, others therefore, are stupid to resist. It is this arrogance that always leads humanity up blind alleys.

And this is the error of youth: half-baked belief systems, excessive unchannelled energy easily manipulated by jaded has-beens, and an impatience waiting to be ignited as soon as the critical mass is achieved. The imperative is then, to expose our youth to politics and political philosophy while at school, as an academic discipline so that they are well aware that systems are human machinations not set in stone and that ordering society in all its disparateness has no magic formula.

But what about youthful exuberance that borders on the hedonistic? Here, the lure is of consumerism and lifestyles and no less a menace. Again, it is one of urges and base instincts. Again it is a problem of under exposure to such disciplines as ethics and morality. In short, philosophy is one subject that ought to be introduced to school children and modulated to suit young minds. For, it trains people to think critically and constructively. But, beware, too, of the of it becoming a tool of propaganda. In Soviet Russia Marxism became an uptight dogma fed religiously by the system to manipulate the population. Here, in today's Malaysia, religion is being dogmatically taught to petrify minds and paralyse society into exclusive mental ghettos.

Philosophy is not the preserve of ivory towers. It is the means to intellectual dexterity. Given that it encompasses the whole spectrum of ideas spreading from left to right it teaches the student the importance of informed choices. Understanding the causal relations of social phenomena is the key to a stable society. It creates empathy. Philosophy is the bridge that can close the generation gap, if not today then definitely a generation down the line. But as "Fathers and Sons" shows the reader there has to be a meeting of the minds across the generations before there can be any positive outcome. If the young tells the old that there is something badly amiss it should not be dismissed. The parent generation must investigate the grouse and fix it. When the young stumbles on something positive don't be ashamed to accommodate it. Hopefully, when philosophy becomes an academic staple in schools, the young can be accommodative too.

Monday, 12 February 2007

HAPPY NEW YEAR

BELATED I guess. I've missed blogging but I was just too busy being serious about my life so much so I didn't have time to enjoy it. It wasn't until a very good friend asked me why my blog isn't updated that I thought I must make time for myself and writing to all of you is what makes me happy.

How was your new year celebrations? Hope it was fun. I was busy working.

Anyway, what I'd like to share with you is the sense I had of a heavy burden shed when 2007 arrived and, I might add, I was not the only one. It was like 2006 was an awful year, one that weighed us down like a ton bricks, a year that for many whom I love have been especially hard but that sense that the new year will make things better gave cause for optimism. That left me wondering how is it that we are able to put so much trust in what is actually just another year.

Maybe this was why our forefathers and mothers -- don't forget the mothers -- felt it prudent to divide time accordingly into seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. If, for those of us going through hard times, time marched on ceaselessly from sun up to sun set, with only nature making some difference, the seamlessness of life will be much too exacting. I suspect all hope would be snuffed out.

In peasant culture the seasons were important. When the rain comes they plant their padi, watch it grow and wait for the dry season to come along ripen the padi making for a harvest. In a good year the harvest festival will indeed be a joyous occasion, a time for giving thanks. In a bad year it will bring on contemplation and positive thinking as the wait begins for the next planting season. It is the breaking up of time and space into recognisable units that lends humanity the means to hope.

For, hope is the most beautiful of the survival mechanisms given to us and that is why when all hope is lost there is no longer need for life. And, it is fascinating, for me at least, how the people of Palestine, generations of them living in refugee camps with no apparent resolution of their problem in sight, and now the Iraqis, living in a perpetual state of war: HOW DO THEY GO ON? Where is the chink of light that can keep hope alive and optimism present? What is the measure of their burden?

How can I ever know when my burdens, so insipid and inconsequential by comparison, can leave me so terribly numb. What degree of numbness is afflicting them I cannot imagine. I worry that as a world we are helping in the brutalising of our fellowpersons because when one is numb there can be no feeling, not for anyone. I can imagine a numbness that can make one stop feeling for oneself even and surely when that happens there is no place in the heart for humane considerations. And try thinking what the outcome would be when that numbness is reproduced generation after generation. But, beauty still lives in the hearts of people so badly brutalised. You can see it in their art and hear it in their music. Yes, the pain is inescapbly sensed. That it adds dimension to the expressions of their soul is a boon for the arts. Yet, can we be so selfish to enjoy the fruits of their tortured souls and not want to help end the suffering?

Maybe between us we can pray for the restoration of sanity to those pretenders to leadership who would lead humanity astray. Maybe, acting as one, we can start a petition the world over to put a stop to this madness. Maybe we can help in the relief efforts. Or, maybe each and everyone of us should just decide to leave everything for a day, just one day, and converge en masse to live in their suffering, physically. When we the citizens of the world will vote with our feet maybe, just maybe, those who can stop this lunacy will listen. MAYBE?!

HAPPY 2007 ALL...