Shaolin Monks meeting video

Here is the video of yesterday's meeting with the Shaolin Monks. The soundtrack includes dubbed dialog lines from Five Dragon Claws, starring Hwang Jang Lee:

Meeting the Shaolin Monks

Once again, I was very privileged to meet some of the world's martial arts elite. This time, it was an encounter with the Shaolin Monks from China.

I was lucky enough to be invited to the press function of the Shaolin Monks' latest Wheel of Life theatre tour of the UK. They are due to perform in my home town next month, and are building up to it with a whirlwind promo tour of various city centers. Today, they stopped at 3 cities, one of them being Bristol, at the new Cabot Circus shopping center venue.

Half a dozen of the Monks turned up, including Brit-born Matthew Ahmet, aka Shi Yan Wu, the only foreigner having been permitted to receive the title Shaolin Monk. He can speak Chinese, and he was certainly very instrumental on the day, doing most of the directing of what the Monks should do. I recorded an interview with Matthew (see still frame capture, top) which will be uploaded on video shortly. I admire Matthew for his dedication to becoming involved in Shaolin life, but his presence as a foreigner in a very unique group also made me recall the role that many Western students in Korean taekwondo gyms have in that they often become used as marketing puppets for the gym.

Having an invitation to personally meet the Monks was special. It hasn't been since I was able to visit the Korean Tigers' dojang in South Korea that I have been able to meet anyone of note in martial arts' circles. And to think that my opportunity to meet the Monks would come half way around the world from their home, right into my backyard. I wanted to present the Monks something, but what are you supposed to present Buddhist Monks? All the presents I could possibly offer have in themselves originated from China - Buddhist amulets and calligraphy scriptures. Neither did I want to offer them any Western food. I rumaged around, and came up with 3 items to present the Monks: a South Korean embroidered Hapkido dobok (uniform), a 1970s Shaolin martial arts DVD entitled Five Dragon Claws starring Hwang Jang Lee (a Korean taekwondo-ist who ended up in many Hong Kong classic martial arts films including Drunken Master - Jackie Chan's famous debut film, and the villian in Bruce Lee's final movie Tower of Death - perhaps Hwang should be on my list of martial artists to meet - he is still living in Korea, on Jeju-Do island), and finally a postcard (purely coincidentally Korean-themed again) of some meditating monks with an attempted message in Chinese on the back (see above).
The Monks got heavily delayed on some British motorway, and so their stopover was rather curtailed. They were also barred from cracking a whip in the shopping center venue much to the tour manager's dismay. So what other moves could they muster for the public (increasing in number as the consumerists came out in droves) without defaulting on the British obsession with health and safety?
They did a few leaps and somersaults, wielded a few weapons. Two youngsters came out and did their routine putting their feet behind their head routine, to the great Brizzle (=Bristolian accent) murmurs of "Awww, ain't they cute!" Then it was all over.

I presented the Monks with my bag of 3 items, and took a group photo (see above). While doing some interviews for the press, I decided to undertake some enquiries of my own. Firstly, I told them I was a Buddhist. I had to look up the phrase to say this beforehand, and carefully rehearsed it, as I didn't previously know how to say this in Mandarin. The expression is: Wo xin fo. It translates something like: My soul Buddha. Anyway, as usual, I uttered my Mandarin expressions with crap tones (correct tones are critical in Chinese, taking the example of the Chinese word 'Ma', which can mean 'Mother', 'Horse', 'Isn't it?' or 'F***' depending on the tone that you assign to it), that some of the Monks just looked at me with confusion, and it was ironically the group translator that was the only one who managed to recognize what I was saying. Finally, the Monks twigged that I was speaking to them in Mandarin. One of them ran off to fetch something, and came back with a present for me in return - a set of wooden prayer beads with the name Shaolin inscribed into it. Now that the Monks had caught on that I could speak Mandarin, they tried really hard to understand what I was saying to them, although the youngest members concentration waned surprisingly fast. I proceeded to ask the members what they liked most about England. Actually, this was quite a tricky question, and I hadn't deliberately planned to ask this question. The answer was something that I couldn't have guessed. The answer from one of the teenagers in the group was that the thing that they most liked about England was the sky. The sky? I asked puzzled. Yes, the sky is so blue. I pointed up through the glass roof and cried, what do you mean - our sky is always gray and it rains every day!! But, the air is clean was the final response. I then asked the youngest members, who couldn't have been older than 7 years, whether they liked British food. One of them shook their head and the other remained silent.
When all was finished, the Monks then put on their battered and dirty jackets and walked out of the sparkling new shopping center with products aimed at unmeditative consumers who had more money than these youngsters had ever known.

Some people say that it is cruel to make young children perform what look to be excruciating moves. I've still not fathomed out the existence of the Shaolin Temple in relation to the Chinese Government, however, I do believe that genuine monks would not resort to beating human beings to get them to perform feats in this way. I believe the children who join the monastery - many of whom are in fact orphans with little hope of survival if they weren't taken into the monastery - hold their own intrinsic motivation to do what they do. Although they have to endure agonizing endurance exercises, from what I've seen, I think that they feel a sense of self-worth doing it. Overall, the group I met came across as very positive and healthy youngsters, looking not too dissimilar from kids in my English classes overseas.

I was very happy to meet the Monks and wish them success and happiness in all that they do.


Darn, I missed snapping up one of those...

While Britain is in the grip of knife-assault fear, this intriguing high street sword-concealed-as-walking stick story has emerged (copied from MSN News, 5th October 2008):

High Street retailer TK Maxx was forced into a second embarrassing product withdrawal after a walking stick was found to conceal a 20-inch sword.
The chain pulled the cane from sale after the blade was discovered by a customer who
then contacted the News of the World newspaper.
It follows the earlier removal of a range of jackets which were sold with an attached penknife.
The latest discovery was made by a customer whose partner bought him a wooden staff
from TK Maxx. He told the newspaper that he became suspicious of the weight of
the 35-inch stick. Having twisted the carved end, it gave way to a tapered sword.
A spokeswoman for TX Maxx told the News of the World that the walking sticks were artisan pieces and that its buyers were not aware of the concealed blades.
"We took urgent steps to remove them from the floor ..., therefore they are not available in any of our 220 stores," she added.
On Friday it emerged that a range of Swiss-branded coats had been pulled from sale after they were found to have a knife attacked to them by a chain.

Note the linguistical slip in the last sentence (original error in the article) - seems like fear of attack is on everyone's minds. I have to say that upon return to the UK last year, I was expecting the country to have morphed into something akin to Colombia. News of the 'hoodies' had made it globally. I was anxious to walk the streets of Britain. The reality is that during the day, things seem to be quite safe. At night, with dark street lighting, making all humanoid forms look like Darth Vader on Guiness, it is another story, and I refuse to do anything but walk down the center of the road (unless of course cars are zooming up and down) whether this is a fear grounded in reality or not. I think the reality is that it has paradoxically become more dangerous for men to walk the streets at night than women, simply because of the British disposition of looking for a fight, (Britain is also the only place I've been where people unashamedly shout and swear at people in public on their cellphone, which also says a lot about our 'culture'), but I think it's safe to say that if you keep your wits about you and use your common sense, you'll easily live to see another day.

As for me, I'm still using my umbrella to improvise as a sword. I'm continuing to practice Jian Shu 32 (see below) and I am now on move 29. The problem is that my scribbled diagram copies have 39 moves in them... Why more than 32?