Friday, November 18, 2005

Remembering the novel Memoirs of a Geisha

"...Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper." - Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden

i have kept a copy of the paperback for more than a year now, but it was only two weekends ago that i decided to sift through its pages. it was one of those cold saturday evenings of trying to stay awake and my mind, full of entrapments set by my own imagination. in an attempt to avoid that sullen state, i realized that i have shelved the book for so long and thought that i might as well indulge in prosaic musing, thinking that it may teem with slow paced narration of ancient Japanese way of life...boorish, unexciting, plainly hermeneutic.

it started with a preface, an interview with the heroine, Sayuri. at the prime of her life, Sayuri agreed to tell her story to an unknowing writer to reveal the lifestyle of one of the most misunderstood beings to have lived...the geisha. to those who do not have an idea of what a real geisha is, first thing that comes to mind is that she's a prostitute...albeit the elegance and sheer perfection, the overall perception is rather reproachful and deprecating. in an attempt to change this notion, Sayuri tells her story.

Sayuri, the little girl with exotic blue gray eyes, was named Chiyo. she lived with her sister and parents in a poor fishing village and led a most poignant life. to a nine-year old, the banal lifestyle of a fisherman's daughter seemed everything in the world for her, not until when her mother got critically ill. upon the doctor's instruction, she was tasked to run an errand that had caused her to face a future in the company of the most provocative characters and events that changed her life altogether.

even before her mother passed, Sayuri and her 15-yr old sister Satsu were sent to the city of Gion, sold to become a geisha and a prostitute respectively. Sayuri's destiny was slowly carved out for her as she struggled emotionally each day, longing to be together once more with her family. the day of reckoning, however, came as she received a letter and a package that brought the news of her parents' death and the destiny which her sister chose to follow. this made the little Chiyo envisage a future that she had to decide upon despite her youth...the choice was between life and death...between bete noir and elan...iki shini ...ofcourse, she chose life...the life of a renowned geisha.

this enthralling story brings its readers a powerful narrative, a visual representation of a spellbinding journey to becoming au fait.

a geisha is specially trained in "ancient dance, singing, playing instruments such as the Shamisen, flower arrangement, wearing kimo no, tea ceremony, calligraphy, conversation, alcohol serving manners and more. "

now the art of seduction is also something else...sensuous, yet simple... ingratiating, yet pleasantly restrained. who ever thought that the flesh under a woman's forearm can be alluringly seductive, so that a slight show of the forearm while pouring tea can disarm the most stolid onlooker? or a moment's glance at man's eyes can cause him to stumble?

certainly, a geisha may look like any other, but Sayuri was different...even as a young child, her unusual blue gray eyes caught the attention of many, and earned the envy of those who shared in the same trade. the Chairman was one such man whose attention she caught as a child, Sayuri's love whom she secretly followed throughout her life.

i finished the book in two days, not wasting a single waking moment after that i started conning over its pages. there were times that i found myself crying as i felt the sorrow of a young helpless child being taken away to a place she never knew of...the pain of losing one's parents at a tender age...the fear of having to survive a most cruel environment where beauty and grace are ironically nurtured to perfection in order to prevail. i guess i'm simply daunted by the fact that in time, i may have to leave my precious one, my daughter, behind in order to pursue a life that will eventually make things better for us both...

i was curiously enchanted by the narration of a man (Arthur Golden) behind a woman's voice. i didn't even realize that it was a man who made the story, even til the end =) the emotions that i felt were very womanly...soft, yet fiery and undaunted...fearsome, yet audacious and resilient.

the story, though a fairy tale, was skillfully told so that a surprising twist unfolds in the end. i was deeply engrossed by the details, but somehow, at the back of my mind, i too was secretly hoping for Sayuri's real feelings to be found out by the Chairman so that they find everlasting happiness...but that would be an easy and predictable ending, wouldn't it? even if it ended that way, it is noteworthy to say that he was nonchalant almost all throughout the story! Golden was successful in shifting the mind of the reader, making the predictable, unpredictable!

i can't wait for the movie to be shown here in manila. the magic of Spielberg, Marshall and Golden combined is something worth looking forward to...

Saturday, November 05, 2005

samu't sari...

hindi ko alam kung bakit hindi ako maka 72 calls...masyado ba ako'ng mabait?

nakakainis ang QA results, lalo na kung ge-grade-an ka sa bagay na di mo alam, o mali ang impormasyon na nasagap mo...asar

nakaka walang gana ang mga taong walang modo...

sana lang, may libreng juice o kaya iced tea sa pantry...medyo nakakakabog ng dibdib ang 3 baso ng kape sa isang gabi...

sana lang, may internet access din sa station ko...mas nakakawala ng stress siguro pag may iba kang nakikita

buti na lang, mabait ang UM ko...

hindi ko alam kung bakit kapangalan ng tatay ng anak ko ang boss ng boss ko...parang di magandang senyales.

regular na daw kami...bakit parang di ko maramdaman? o talagang wala naman talagang dapat maramdaman?

umalis na si dave, yung seatmate ko...nakakainis siya noon pag nangingiliti...ngayong wala na siya, hinahanap ko yung kakulitan niya...haaaay

may uupo na raw na kapalit si dave...sana lang, sing bait din niya.

si jen, lagi na lang malungkot...kelan ka ba sasaya?

si mike "rocky", nakakatuwang krp, ang galing magbigay ng advice...nag TL ka na lang sana...

hinihintay ko na yung online issue ng newsletter namin...para may bagong pagkaka abalahan

hinihintay ko na rin ang thanksgiving...sarap ng bakasyon!!! makapag shopping na sa tutuban hehehehe

magka-carolling daw kami sa
john sion ang vocalist...good idea...di na kailangang mag pitpit ng lata.

bakit green ang text ko? "i love Zobel" eh =) kahit kumukuha raw ng di grumadweyt sa high school ang LaSalle...kayo rin naman ah!

nami miss ko ang pagtuturo...ang klasrum...ang mga bata...

magawa ko na sana ulit sa susunod na amerika.