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  • Monday, November 12, 2007 8:48 PM


    The Lost Boy And The Stars is merely a story that has been told, retold, rewritten in a different language, with a different title, condensed, expanded - and is in so many forms that you can't really consider it unique.

    It is a story that walked into my mind after a weekend of feeling blue, raindrops splashing on my window panes, and the sound of the crickets accompanying me while I drifted off to sleep.

    It's a short story - not an epic - but a story that I hope will be remembered.

    **

    The shepherd's son gazed at the bright star above him. Back home, his father called it Polaris, the North Star, the Guiding Light of the universes above. Every thing, he said, revolved around it. Of the shiny dots on top, Father said, "this one fights the darkness with the most ferocity, the most aggression. Look at the way it shines!"

    He was alone - worse, he was lost. A moment of inspiration, a moment of mischief, had led to his walking away from the comfort zone of the grazing patch. He had wanted to see the beautiful city that the tradespeople spoke of, yet right now there were only mountains in front of him and hills behind. The shepherd's son, unfortunately, could not differentiate mountains from hills.

    Tears formed in his eyes but he blinked them back fiercely. Big boys don't cry, he spoke to himself. Big boys fight Fear like the Guiding Light fights the darkness. Surely he could find a way out from this.

    He could wait for Father to send for his sniffers, but he feared that by the time they arrived it could well be a couple of dawns from now. He had to find a way. After a moment of wandering and letting the moist of the grass get to his robes, an idea came to his head. He could ask the stars for help!

    He knelt down, closed his eyes, and asked solemnly, "I would like to know the way back home."

    "Why, that is a strange question to ask, my boy," A cheerful, rumbling voice replied. He gazed upwards, and wondered which star was speaking.

    "Aye, a strange one, there, Polaris," A hushed voice this time.

    "For he wants to know the way back, but why does he want to?"

    "I'm lost," the shepherd's son replied, hoping that the stars actually took attention. "Sorry, Mr. Polaris, but I want to go home."

    "But you left, didn't you?" the hushed voice asked this time. "You told yourself that you wanted to know more about the world, and you left, at midnight, for some place you didn't know?"

    "I did," the shepherd's son admitted, "But now I've had it. I wanted to see those cities that Arbert the merchant tells us about every time he delivers our coal, yet I've been walking for almost a day now and I've seen nothing."

    "Do you really want to see the city?" Polaris asked.

    "Yes, but - "

    "I can give you two choices, then, my boy," Polaris said. "You may go back home through the directions by which my light shines, or you may choose to walk on to find the city that you so desire.

    Yet I will not give you the directions by which you can head for this city. My light has shone upon thousands of cities and villages, and I can tell you that this brilliant city is real. If you keep on walking, sooner or later you will find it. If you choose to walk back, I fear that you will never have a chance to see the city again."

    "Why so?" asked the curious shepherd's son.

    "Oh, my boy, the tides change and the sands shift. Wars are fought, borders are moved. The only way we can find this city is to believe."

    "Believe?"

    Polaris sighed, and the shepherd's son felt a slight breeze on his cheeks. "Before your robes are made, must the tailor believe that he can make these robes from the thread that he weaves?"

    "Definitely," the boy replied.

    "If you want to see the city, you must first believe that it exists."

    "But is it a difficult road?" the boy asked.

    "Oh, my poor shepherd's son. Let me tell you this - I fight a battle with the darkness every second that you see my bright light shines upon the villages and towns. I may eventually just fade away - but not for a long time yet. But am I glad to be able to fight! The light that I emit will shine on thousands of people, people who are lost like you, and I know that I will have helped so many people by the time I die.

    Nothing is ever easy. The road is difficult - as is always, but if you don't walk it, you'll always be in the same place."

    The shepherd's son was struck by the last sentence. He frowned for a moment, and then he stood up and said, "Bring me to the city then, Mr. Polaris."

    **

    Years Later

    A man in strange flowing bright blue robes appeared in the village on horseback, to the stunned presence of the old shepherd. The clink of gold coins could be heard from inside a huge wooden chest tied to a pack-horse behind.

    "The city exists, Father," the man on the horse cried. He dismounted, and made to hug the shepherd, but the shepherd shied away from his embrace.

    "You're not my son!" He shouted in fear and agony. "He died, years ago, killed by monsters outside the village!"

    "Father!" The shepherd's son was alarmed to hear his father's words. "Come with me, and I will show you that it does exist."

    "NO!" The shepherd backed away, closer and closer to the shelter of a fig tree. As he approached the trunk, however, a huge fig branch broke and hit him hard on his head, and everything went black.

    **

    "Am I still alive?"

    "You are, Father, just a little stubborn."

    The shepherd's eyes opened to the grandeur of the city. For the first time, he saw a teacup made of pure gold. The man grinned, revealing a lost tooth that made his grin a replica of his son's, the son who left years ago without a note, the son who should have died...

    He stood up from his bed and pulled back the curtains and was astonished by the crowds outside, the hustle and bustle of city life, and the gorgeous palaces that stood all around the plazas.

    "I walked," the shepherd's son began. "The stars told me to believe that the city existed, and so I did. I didn't know how exactly I was going to make it to the city, but I believed. I crossed plateaus, I scaled hills, I trekked for countless days - and just when one day I thought I couldn't survive any more, I saw the first signs of the pure white walls.

    It was the city, Father. The one Arbert always talked about, the one you said he was merely joking about. It's not a joke, Father - and I saw for myself the beauty of the city.

    I was lost before I believed, and now I have found the city for myself, because I knew I could find it. It took days before I did, and it almost took all my energy, but I did. And it was all worth it."

    And somewhere up above the night sky the stars winked - one of them, the one exceptionally brighter than the rest, gave the biggest.

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    And heres the post I promised Junle

    Today had been a educating day for me if Isay. We got to learn more about the heritage of Singapore. Well never did I knew that sushi atually oringinated from Chinese and Roti Prata of Singapore is like a twin to the Roti Janai in Malaysia.

    Well here are some comments about the activity.... Some of us took a very long time in the station causing us to be late for the rest thus minimizing our poitns intake as some of the station/games are skipped. However I think that each station should hav a time limit say 20minutes or so.

    First it was at Bugis, previously known as Kampong Glam in the past. Firstly I think that senior in charge of station B there was very unfair. This day was meant to be an educating day for us. Not like calling us to fall in and when we thought that he was refering to another group that had reached there while we were packing up to go, however when we asked him blurrly "We need to fall-in ar?" he counted two counts before saying yes. That was 50 in total. Before that while we were unloading our things and then we were called to fall in. So we just throw our haversack aside but however he counted so fast that we would have to take 7 counts to run towards a distance of less than 1 metre and fall in. It was totally unfair. That two mistake costs us 70. Speaking of that there were groups that owned him up to 170. Is that over demanding expectations or is it the best way to train us. And worst another 20 was added to wards the end of the activity when everyone was tired.


    hold me now at 8:48 PM
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