My Father Taught Me Kung-Fu of Life

It is a common trait that most people tend toThat night after his cremation, I cried badly to
take things for granted. If you were to observemyself because of the "missing you" feeling that
some people around us, they seem to waste sowas overwhelming. It was a good cry indeed!
much of what they possess in life.What has made me proud of my father is all
The old Chinese adage that says "No child is tooabout his principle and sacrifices. How I wished to
ugly and no parent is too poor," has the equivalentbe able to turn back the pages of time to know
value to that of the English proverb, "blood ishim more.
thicker than water."Whenever I have the opportunity to dwell on the
In my country Malaysia, very often we see thetopic of the love of a father, I will always
despicable act of babies being abandoned, whichelaborate it with the correlation to Kung-fu.
has soiled the human value. Such social malady isLet me share with you with what I mean with
unfathomable and the saddest of all, they arethe following short story.
linked to mostly teenagers.During the era of the Chinese dynasty, people
I came into this world with my two other siblings.used Kung-fu abusively to proclaim their mastery
In the fifties, mothers were all housewives andand supremacy. Young males, often fatherless,
fathers were tasked to put bread on the table.sought refuge in Shaolin temple then. They were
Nurturing was on the mother's shoulder and wetaught Kung-fu before returning to their villages to
were fed with old wives' tales and the fear ofprotect their village folks from marauding kung-fu
superstitions as the tools for discipline.rogues or to avenge the brutal slaughter of their
We had just enough to survive daily and we hadfamilies in the name of kung-fu supremacy.
no complaints because we were too young. AsAt early dawn, they had to go down the hill to
we grew in our teen-age years, I became thecarry water from the stream back to the temple.
black sheep in the family because I would keepEach night when exhaustion set in, the monk
asking my father what I wanted.would secretly slice a thin layer off the bamboo
On occasions, he would keep quiet when I couldsticks that were used as leverage to carry the
not accept his explanation. He would not raise histwo buckets of water.
voice either and I guessed it would be better forImagine the development of power in their arms
him to leave me alone.to compensate for the bamboo sticks that were
Whenever he wanted to go anywhere, he woulddeliberately weakened.
ask me to tag along. I obliged not because I wasThis is what I correlate to my father's intention
obedient but I could enjoy some refreshmentsby having me to tag along with him. The
and meals. I did not mind having to sit for hoursavailability of free drinks and meals to keep me
listening to him and his friends talked aboutaway from my antics was the subtle intention.
anything under the sun.The silent motivation developed with time and the
Coming from a poor family himself and fatherlessadaptability became vivid to qualify for the next
at nine, he grew up to be streetwise. The storieslevel.
about how suffering was like during the JapaneseThe Shaolin monks were vegetarians and the
occupation in Malaya were entertaining indeed.disciples were expected to follow suit. The
Despite being an illiterate, he knew how to mouldenticement for meat to satisfy the craving led
me to what he had expected of me - to be athem to the river. They were allowed to eat fish
better person.if they could catch them with the bare hands. It
The most beautiful quality my father had was towas all about incredulity!
allow me to grow with his guidance and patience.This was what the disciples learnt through
He felt responsible for all his children because wepatience and unending practices. By having to beat
did not ask to be born into the family wherethe odds triumphantly, they had earned the
luxury was an alienated word.impeccable speed and accuracy to grip a fish in
The day when I came to my senses was when Ithe hand.
heard his friend asking him about his health. HeThe relationship to my development in my
could not give up his indulgence in tobacco despiteyounger days had the similar quintessence. They
the warning from the doctor. He was inflicted withwere all about learning to be patient, to focus in
chronic diseases and the kind doctor asked hiswhat I had in mind and the most important was
friend to convey the message. The message wasto scrutinize what was possible and surreal.
simple: If my father had no concern about hisWhen the time was right for the disciples to
own health it would be his own funeral. However,return to their villages, the parting was emotional.
who would look after his children who were stillThe confidence they had was immense and to
dependents.face any foes was to keep a low profile. Knowing
He gave up tobacco!too well it was not easy to absorb their punches
Years passed by and we grew up and gotthe disciples chose to remain humble as well.
married. He was proud of us and proud to be aThe critical reminder was just one word to use as
grandfather to all his grandchildren.yardstick even under intimidation.
When the hospital became his second home andPATIENCE!
seeing his degenerated self, I made a secretI find it difficult to practice patience because the
promise to myself that I wanted to be like my"waiting" itself is killing. I failed badly and the only
father to my children.consolation to myself is that in any endeavours,
Today, my siblings and I are all well-educated andthe present world does not wait for anyone.
enjoy the little luxury we had missed in ourPerhaps I have to learn to be a good angler first
younger days. My children have the comfort into cultivate patience and harness it with discipline
life, tertiary education and independence. Whatbefore walking away from the modern day
can I ask for more?Shaolin Temple.
I remembered the day of my father's demise. II am still so far from my father's kungfu skills of
was composed and put up a brave front exceptlife. And in my world, I believe in wrestling, literally
for tears that welled up in my eyes occasionally. Ispeaking, because that will be the first thing to
kept reminding myself that I should be happy forwhat I will do.
his passing because he had suffered no more.