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So, some of you may know that I have a messageboard with some of my good friends back home. We use it for staying in touch, talking about work, times well meet up, events, everything.
My friend Nose, who is the Site Admin, loves Kung Fu. Actually, we all do. But he is enamored with the concept of 'Cruel Tutelage', which was coined in Kill Bill 2. SO enamored, in fact, that he decided to instate 'Cruel Tutelage Thursdays' during every first Thursday of the month.
What that boils down to is that a member, chosen by a poll where we selected random numbers which we didn't know were related to the order in which we joined, gets kicked off the board until he completes the task of 'Cruel Tutelage' assigned to him by the Admin.
Of course, I was chosen. Here were my instructions:
"...You must photograph yourself carrying two buckets on a pole across your shoulders. You must be solemn and oozing disicpline in the picture..."
so I decided to take that a step further and create a montage of pictures and edit in stuff and also write an accompanying story ... which I want to share with everyone.
The Cruel but Fair Tale of the Rod and the Pail
Being the sixth of order to join the ranks, student Bone was chosen for a trial to determine his worthiness among the clan. Why six? If you have to ask, you'll never know.
If succes was gained, he would not only be assured a place among the ranks of the Beerz clan forever more, but be enligthened and wizened beyond his years for what he would endure...
Young Bone was presented with a rod and two buckets and was told that he had to find the path to wisdom through the discipline these tools could afford.
Young Bone knew what he meant, he had heard of such trials of endurance. However, he felt it was a petty method. He did not see the true power that resided in this ancient technique.
The Master scoffed at his ignorance and answered with nothing but a wry smirk and a beard toss. Young Bone knew that he would not garner any further advice, and resolved to accept the task rather than the punishment for not doing so.
He marched for days on end. At every corner the master appeared to dole out deserving shares of taunt and encouragement. Young Bone almost gave up, his spirit was dissolving and he could hardly hold up his head ...
The Cruel Master laughed easily once again. And why not? He truly understood the simple nature of such divination through exacerbation. He then confessed that he thought from the very start that choosing him was a mistake - that Young Bone did have the inner strength to complete such a journey.
However, he knew how Bone, his proudest and most determined student, would respond to such a remark. It awakened the beast within and, in his failing moment, he was able to summon his dormant inner stength and manifest it into a fiery torrent of willpower and fortitude.
To prove his worthiness beyond a doubt, Young Bone travelled far beyond the limits expected of him. He journeyed to the sacred temple, where he, as a child, heard stories of a deadly game of Champions simply called 'Ball Game'. Upon reaching this destination, he climbed the stairs with unwavering speed, entered the hallowed chamber at the peak, and meditated for two weeks straight.
Upon his return, his Master, remaining ever the antagonist, remarked at how terrible he smelled. Young Bone then mentioned that it was the contents of the bucket, and not himself, for he drank the water for nourishment before meditating, but then replaced what he had consumed with his own sweat and blood.
The master was indeed impressed with the efforts and sacrifice put forward by Young Bone. He stroked his beard and pondered for the duration of two moons, and then told Young Bone that his efforts were satisfactory.
He then revealed the meaning of the training. It was to prepare himself for training in the ancient, deceptive, art of the "Rod and Pail". Initially conceived by a farmer who was a secret student of a Shaolin Monk. The "Rod and Pail" technique was very useful for meek townsfolk who were often accosted by bandits during their long trips to and from the river for water.
With this art, they are able to defend themselves skilfully and masterfully and, moreover, without losing a drop of water.
From that day forth, Bone was designated as a fighter of and for the people. He was tasked with spreading this art to those humble men who work the land - for they ensure that the cycle of life continues for every man and, in turn, should not only be respected, but protected, from every man.
This story is posted on the board, and it gets voted on to decide how well I did. Since it's an open forum, why don't you go and give me a good vote so I can pick the person to endure tutelage next time!
Vote Here!
My friend Nose, who is the Site Admin, loves Kung Fu. Actually, we all do. But he is enamored with the concept of 'Cruel Tutelage', which was coined in Kill Bill 2. SO enamored, in fact, that he decided to instate 'Cruel Tutelage Thursdays' during every first Thursday of the month.
What that boils down to is that a member, chosen by a poll where we selected random numbers which we didn't know were related to the order in which we joined, gets kicked off the board until he completes the task of 'Cruel Tutelage' assigned to him by the Admin.
Of course, I was chosen. Here were my instructions:
"...You must photograph yourself carrying two buckets on a pole across your shoulders. You must be solemn and oozing disicpline in the picture..."
so I decided to take that a step further and create a montage of pictures and edit in stuff and also write an accompanying story ... which I want to share with everyone.
The Cruel but Fair Tale of the Rod and the Pail
Being the sixth of order to join the ranks, student Bone was chosen for a trial to determine his worthiness among the clan. Why six? If you have to ask, you'll never know.
If succes was gained, he would not only be assured a place among the ranks of the Beerz clan forever more, but be enligthened and wizened beyond his years for what he would endure...
Young Bone was presented with a rod and two buckets and was told that he had to find the path to wisdom through the discipline these tools could afford.
Young Bone knew what he meant, he had heard of such trials of endurance. However, he felt it was a petty method. He did not see the true power that resided in this ancient technique.
The Master scoffed at his ignorance and answered with nothing but a wry smirk and a beard toss. Young Bone knew that he would not garner any further advice, and resolved to accept the task rather than the punishment for not doing so.
He marched for days on end. At every corner the master appeared to dole out deserving shares of taunt and encouragement. Young Bone almost gave up, his spirit was dissolving and he could hardly hold up his head ...
The Cruel Master laughed easily once again. And why not? He truly understood the simple nature of such divination through exacerbation. He then confessed that he thought from the very start that choosing him was a mistake - that Young Bone did have the inner strength to complete such a journey.
However, he knew how Bone, his proudest and most determined student, would respond to such a remark. It awakened the beast within and, in his failing moment, he was able to summon his dormant inner stength and manifest it into a fiery torrent of willpower and fortitude.
To prove his worthiness beyond a doubt, Young Bone travelled far beyond the limits expected of him. He journeyed to the sacred temple, where he, as a child, heard stories of a deadly game of Champions simply called 'Ball Game'. Upon reaching this destination, he climbed the stairs with unwavering speed, entered the hallowed chamber at the peak, and meditated for two weeks straight.
Upon his return, his Master, remaining ever the antagonist, remarked at how terrible he smelled. Young Bone then mentioned that it was the contents of the bucket, and not himself, for he drank the water for nourishment before meditating, but then replaced what he had consumed with his own sweat and blood.
The master was indeed impressed with the efforts and sacrifice put forward by Young Bone. He stroked his beard and pondered for the duration of two moons, and then told Young Bone that his efforts were satisfactory.
He then revealed the meaning of the training. It was to prepare himself for training in the ancient, deceptive, art of the "Rod and Pail". Initially conceived by a farmer who was a secret student of a Shaolin Monk. The "Rod and Pail" technique was very useful for meek townsfolk who were often accosted by bandits during their long trips to and from the river for water.
With this art, they are able to defend themselves skilfully and masterfully and, moreover, without losing a drop of water.
From that day forth, Bone was designated as a fighter of and for the people. He was tasked with spreading this art to those humble men who work the land - for they ensure that the cycle of life continues for every man and, in turn, should not only be respected, but protected, from every man.
This story is posted on the board, and it gets voted on to decide how well I did. Since it's an open forum, why don't you go and give me a good vote so I can pick the person to endure tutelage next time!
Vote Here!
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