Coming back from silat practice, I was fuming. I just can’t stand that trainer going on and on either about something we already know or something so petty. His everlasting lectures take up so much of our practice time and he is amazed about how fast time passes and how little we’ve actually trained, duh.
He is the reason why quite a number of people here have doubts in Silat Cekak Hanafi. Morever, the students here are quite enlightened on the matter of khurafat, bidaah, dhaif dalils and maudhu’ones. I know several seniors who have little faith in some ustazs because they quote dhaif hadiths.
After two months of no practices, without doubt, many of us cannot remember even the basic steps let alone the more advanced ones so we went over the basics together. The session started out fine with Che’ Mat giving the instructions. Then the lead trainer came. When he started to open his mouth, I knew we were in for a long one.
After ten minutes of going on about how it is actually impossible for someone to forget something he has learnt (which isn’t true) and then actually admitting about not being surprised if we didn’t remember (how ironic), he started to address the group who had already finished Buah Potong which by the way was only Asma and Jack. The Buah Jatuh class, about eight of us, had to listen along too. He was going on about how it is hard for us to learn new steps or even practice with other people (the non-silat-ers) around. We have to share the gym with those who wish to workout. Today was the sisters’ turn. I can’t imagine how it’ll be tomorrow when it’s the brothers turn.
Ok, he was talking about the Buah Potong class, and how they didn’t have any place to practice because we, the Buah Jatuh class cannot see them practice. Its against the rules, yeah whatever. One girl from my group suggested one particular room, and he simply shrugged her suggestion off, obviously annoyed with her. He said that she wasn’t in the other group, so she has no right to suggest something for them and then said how there were actually many ways to solve the problem. If I was my friend I’d be really pissed off. First, you talk about them in front of all of us and then when someone gives a suggestion, you reject it and accuse that person of doing something beyond her station. If your question was rhetorical, why bother to waste everyone’s time.
He’d started babbling at 6.15 pm and the class was supposed to end at 6.45 pm. By 6.30 pm he was still going on and only ended at 6.41 pm. And then he expects us to know all the steps by tomorrow and says we’re to have a test. When he finished we continued the rest of the steps. At 6.45 pm he was all set to go back and was surprised at our determination to keep on practicing, (Dr Lola rolls her eyes).
I do wish he would minimize his lectures. We get enough of that at class. And he mustn’t expect us to be practicing in our free time that’s why the short evening sessions are absolutely valuable practice time. Helllooo, we’re med students. Cut the talk and practice more. One friend even quit because she couldn’t stand his babbling and the little we learn each time. Ya Allah, please give me the patience to endure the training and the lectures we get as a desert. Oh, and please keep me far away from becoming one of those wives who ‘bebel ‘a lot. I know how much it stings the ears.
Oh yeah, he mentioned about how we couldn’t change the venue of our practice like it was some sort of taboo. It’s like what they say to girls that don’t change places while you eat or you’ll get many husbands or don’t sing while you cook lest you get an old husband or don’t sit at the stair steps or something which I don’t recall. I was contemplating this matter and wondered whether boys get these things too. They would be glad wouldn’t they if changing places whilst eating can result in them marring more than one. Hmmm, any guys care to satisfy my curiosity?
9.10 pm
22 June 2005
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