Showing posts with label korea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label korea. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 December 2024

History repeating itself?

12.12: The Day @ Seoul Spring (Korean; 2023)
Director: Kim Sung-su

South Korea had a tumultuous political past. After the end of WWII, the Korean peninsula was divided by the 38th parallel between the Soviets and the US. Small skirmishes led to the North Korean army attacking their Southern neighbours and the Korean War. The Americans elected their corrupt man, Syngman Rhee, president.

Student revolt brought him down. Dictators Park Chung Hee took over till he was assassinated in 1979. This film narrates the time after Park’s assassination and that time when two factions of the army try to gain control of the helm of the rule. Martial law is instituted after the demise of Park. One group feel it is not right for the Army to enter politics, while the other wants to form a new government.

The Prime Minister was elected to the post of President by default on 6th December 1979. Six days later, on 12.12, a coup d’etat by a rogue general, Chun Doo-hwan, brought the government down.

This type of unrest has been a common scenario in South Korea throughout its modern history. Despite this, South Korea continued progressing by leaps and bounds economically. A free election was finally held in 1987 after Chun was ousted by the citizens when he wanted to extend his tenure as President.

Just when you thought military rule was history, the unpopular sitting President shockingly declared martial history after the Parliament rejected his budget. In other democracies, the Parliament would suggest a vote of no confidence. Not in Korea. The fear of being attacked by North Korea was good enough a threat. After all, Yuen, the President reiterated, was battle-ready. It was sending troops to Ukraine!

P.S. The military law decree was voted out.


Tuesday, 23 November 2021

Poverty amongst the seniors!

The Bacchus Lady (2016)
Director: E J-Yong

Bacchus was a new word to me. It actually refers to the Greek god of wine, sometimes associated with Dionysus. Following the 1997 Asian financial crisis, many elderly people found themselves needing to fend themselves. The Miracle at Han River, following years of economic boom following the Korean War, left a country so entwined in the material chase that the traditional Confucian values had lost their appeal. Many young Koreans had emigrated, leaving their elders at home. South Korea is said to be having one of the worst social safety nets amongst OECD countries for its senior citizens. OECD (Organisation of Economic Co-operation and Development) countries comprise intergovernmental economic organisations with 38 nations founded in 1961 to stimulate world trade and stimulate economic progress. Its precursor, OEEC, was started in 1948 following the implementation of the Marshall Plan to develop post-WW2 Europe.

The poverty rate of elderly people in South Korea
is the highest among the OECD countries
In 2015, the local police arrested 33 ladies, including an 84-year-old woman, in a park in Jongno district in Seoul for soliciting customers for prostitution. Sociologists determined that the poor retirement benefits put the elderly, especially single ladies, below the poverty line and fend for themselves. Many turn to prostitution to survive. These ladies make a living by selling bottles of Bacchus-F, a popular energy drink, hence their nickname 'Bacchus Ladies'. The packaging suggests that it is sold as 'Livita' here in Malaysia. The Bacchus ladies' clientele is usually lonely old men. Transitioning to sexual services is optional.

The film starts with a postmenopausal lady, So-Young (sic), getting treatment for gonorrhoea. Just she exits the doctor's room, a ruckus begins. A Filipino lady barges in to demand from the doctor paternity support for their kid. In confusion, the kid left outside scoots off only to miss a major accident and be saved by So-Young. 

Slowly the movie shifts to the day-to-day of So-Young. She lives in a house with a transgender lady and a leg-amputee artiste. Like So-Young, these people are considered fringes of society, scorned for not conforming to the perfect mould to make money. We follow her through her clientele seeking exercise, the fights for customers, the bad-mouthing colleagues, the escape from police busts, and meeting old friends/clients.

So-Young discovers that an old acquaintance, called Saville Row Song for his immaculate haberdashery perfection, is now unwell with stroke. A visit to his nursing home revealed a dispirited Song, all ashamed for his condition, incontinence, immobility and all, begging to die. After a few visits, she actually helps him to die. 

All through, she introspects on the appropriateness of her action. She once sees a cardboard collecting lady by the roadside and ponders who had sunken lower in society - the lady dealing with dirty discards or herself for prostituting?

A good movie with a positive social message. A good watch.

Tuesday, 26 October 2021

We are not nice!

Squid Games (오징어 게임, Korean; 2021)
Screenplay & Direction: Hwang Dong-hyuk

Childhood games prepare us for what is in store for us ahead in our lives. Failures are inevitable, and winners take it all. It is not and was never a level playing field, and some get favours merely by starting with an added advantage. Life is no bed of roses; deal with it. The players may claim fair play, but deep inside, we can sense insider collusion.

We are taught about the need to be fair to others. They tell us about 'one good turn deserving another' and our past karma haunting us until the end of time; hence, the need to do good and be fair. But, just look around us. Nature does not give a fair crack of the whip to all. The floods terrorise the poor who can ill afford the expensive real estate on higher grounds. The pandemic intimidates the economically challenged layer of society where living space is a challenge.

We always fight for equality for all. We want the system to be fair for all. We criticise the various economic and political modules presently available, and we scream for change. We think communism is the way to go. How wrong we were. See how the upholders of the tenets of communism, China and the Soviet Union, have crumbled and modified their social agendas to meet their worldly demands.

So we decided that money was the panacea to all our woes, the very thing that we thought was the root of all evils. What actually makes us happy? To what extend do we push the boundary to achieve this happiness at the expense of betting our lives on it?

This, being the theme of their experiment, the story writer went around studios after studios selling his script for almost a decade. The fact that that story, Squid Games, is now the number #1 hit on Netflix is testimony to the age-old adage that perseverance pays.

Capitalism has clearly failed us. Even Covid threat did not make us realise our vulnerability. We thought we would drive to recognise our vulnerability, but alas, we forget. On the contrary, we continue our rapacious hunt for material things. The divide between the haves and have nots continue escalating at phenomenal proportions. 

We use material gains as a yardstick to determine one's attainment in life. Hence, wealth is what everyone wants. The trouble is some of us are excellent at acquiring whilst others fail miserably, digging themselves in a quagmire of hopelessness. We thought that by having equal distribution of wealth, we could reach a utopia. Sadly, the world has all our needs but not our greed. Deep inside, we are all evil, and this miniseries perfectly depicts our selfishness and the evil that resides in us all. It unleashes when our desires are not met. We would turn against each other for money. 

456 members of the public are gathered together (selected) in a secret location to partake in a series of games. These games are mainly the ones that most Asian kids played as children, Red Light - Green Light, Tug-of-War, Squid Games, marbles, etcetera. The only trouble is that here the losers pay it with their lives. As one by one, the players get eliminated/killed, the prize money snowballs. The idea is to have a single winner who would acquire the accumulated cash. The players are not given a clue on the game they will play; hence, they cannot strategise. As there can be only one winner at the end, the players use their own way to outdo the other. 
One common denominator unifies all contestants - they are all desperate for money. From a highly erudite university graduate to a loafer, to a gangster, an immigrant running from the law, a North Korean refugee, to a senior citizen with a brain tumour, they are all desperate for the big prize. 

Poverty is not the only reason for the game to exist. Even the super-rich find life purposeless, without having some thrill of seeing the helpless and the poor squirm and die. It is just horse racing. The only difference is that here, the horses are people. The moral understanding of the extremely wealthy, the 'Squid Games' wants us to believe, is essentially egoistic. The hedonistic need to stimulate the senses and feel the experiences occupy high on their list of priorities. They assume everyone shares this sentiment, making it perfectly normal to prey on others. Conversely, the remaining 99% has to deal with the didactic quandary between egoism and altruism.
The characters are all so complex and have a life of their own, possibly spurring the possibility of a second season. The winner, after the first season, feels compelled to return to the game to correct something. What is that?


Sunday, 9 August 2020

What's next?

With the single click of the cleat, I knew we had taken our relationship to the next level. After a year of trying to tame the shrew, I had taken a plunge deep in the unknown, rightly or foolishly, smitten by the latest craze around town. Drawn into the quicksand of recreational road cycling by a group of mad friends, who, as if by fate, happened to live just a few doors from each other, it has been quite a journey thus far. 

Getting up as early as 4.30am on almost every Sunday to cycle in the misty countryside of Hulu Langat and Genting Peras is not 'ride in the park'. It also took the group traversing the 633km track in the heart of the Korean peninsula. And not to forget the handful of cycling competitions in Penang, Cameron Highlands, Putrajaya and Lekas Highway.


I guess I must have listened to my mother when she used to say, "Choose your friends wisely!" But then, she also said that not everyone who is clad in saree is a lady. I wonder what she really meant by that. Did she mean that sarees are worn by all strata of society, from a world leader right down to a sex worker, hence not to judge a book by its cover? Or perhaps, she was referring to cross-dressers!

After more than a year of settling in (or rather saddling on) my Gusto road bike, I thought I could only call myself a cyclist (versus one who cycles) if I invested in a set of clipless pedals. After a few bumbling acts and faux pas, looks like I kind of got the hang of things (I think).

What better way to put the knowledge to the test than embarking on a journey along what has been described as the ultimate challenge to the cyclists around here - Broga Jantan Loop. Even though the name seems to exude the toxicity of the masculine type, it is just a description of machoism. Many a female cyclist regularly scale through this route seamlessly. So, on July 26, 2020, my cyclist group took the 115km challenge and succeeded.
    • Now that we have done this and that, I wonder what is next in the pipeline. For the next year or so, organising an overseas cycling expedition seems unlikely, looking the wave of the pandemic that has engulfed the globe. This must surely be the best time to arrange a 'Cuti-Cuti Malaysia'.

Pusan, South Korea, 2019






Wednesday, 6 November 2019

Something to talk about when I am old and grey.

Time is cruel! © DKLA
At the pinnacle of their career, the Beatles must have had an existential crisis. McCartney and Lennon must have wondered how they would be at 64. Their vision of a 64-year old man, from the lenses of a person in the 1960s, must have been quite depressing. With bad teeth, bad eyesight and bald, it must be a picture of melancholy.
 Luckily, growing old in the 21st century is bearable. The 60s is the new 40s. One can still lead a productive life in the senior citizen / geriatric age group provided the bus does not come to pick you up prematurely.

After completing 633 km of cycling from Seoul to Pusan in 5 days, we had a couple days to unwind in Pusan. Immersed in the euphoria of completing our gargantuan task, we thought that our feat must be something that we, the seven of us, would be talking for a long time including reminiscing about it in our twilight years. We would probably be savouring each photo that we took along the way, trying to remember each story attached with it; trying to tell it to anyone who would listen.

At the end of their voyage, if life had been kind, people would have many accomplishments to ponder as their moments in time.

I know a few who talk about a time when they were stoned drunk as their memorable bits to justify their existence. They would brag about their inborn ability to hold their drink and drive home safely with their alcohol levels hitting the ceiling many times over. Or perhaps boast in the glee of a lost weekend of intoxication.
There was once a lady's man who had the charm that would put James Bond to shame. He allegedly had bedded so many women in the prime of his youth. This, he told me unashamedly with pride with a gusto of a record-breaking marathon runner. He even boasted of having two dates on a single night in the same town. Living in the fast lane, walking on eggshells, he ended his night bedding both of them, separately. That must be the zenith of his raison d'être.

Others may find pride in satisfying their gustatory cravings. They claim pride in knowing the tastiest of dishes and culinary servings. They may narrate with passion, their food trails, their exotic spread of palatal teasers and perhaps some unusual delicacies. Well, whatever makes them happy.

I bet these photos may one day carve a smile at the angle of my mouth if ever I were comatose or unarousable.


Serenity max ©FG

Another bridge ©FG

Nature's palette ©FG

Peaceful easy feeling ©FG


Misty taste of Korea ©FG

Shades of blue ©FG

Sunset in Korea ©FG

Picture perfect ©FG

A bike motel ©FG

Busan finishing line ©FG

Our hideout in Busan ©FG

I see you ©FG

Korean garden ©FG

Atop Busan Tower ©FG

Jagalchi Fish Market - can see the original features of the Koreans.©FG

Songdo Beach ©FG

Sunset over at Sangdo ©FG



Saturday, 19 October 2019

Time flies when you are having fun!

S2B: Seoul to Busan


It is not a race. Ep #1
Meet the P-stars. Ep #2
Fighting the demons! Ep #3
Bare necessities that we need! Ep #4
7 Samurais set to go! ©Bob
The day is here! Ep #5
The time is now! Ep #6
Time is a river of passing events. Ep #7



Episode 8: Day 5 S2B (10.10.19)

Resolved to end the tour today, we made an early start, at the first sign of daylight. At least, that is what we thought. By the time we saddled up and tightened up a few loose ends, it was 0630 by the time we left our bike motel. 


It was a chilly morning, slightly windy and foggy at 7C. Everything was going on fine for the first half of the day. 

Korea decided to save the best for the last. She took us through multiple hills, some as steep as 13%. We managed most of the hills except for a few which proved too long too strenuous.
The world of Maya. The cloud-like fluffy structure in the bottom half of the picture is the early morning condensation of water above the river surface. ©HS

The struggle between Nature and Man started to prove a yo-yo. The hills at Changnyeong-gun was a sight to behold. The view of the light of the rising sun against a backdrop of mist-covered mountains and river gave the illusion as we were in high heavens. 




Born to be free in the meadows but creepy crawlies. ©FG.


The Duel between Man and Nature: Sometimes Nature wins! ©MM

After giving a bit, she tested us. One, but all us, took a wrong turn. With 3 punctures to repair, because of the wrong turn that took us through a gravel-filled path that took us through farms, we were delayed by two hours flat. 

Even our designated high priest thought he had lost his mojo when we found everything going the wrong way. With the patchy GPS signals in Korean language, by a twist of fate we somehow finally managed to get to the next certification centre. 

A breath of fresh air. Second last certification centre in the pipeline. ©FG

The body was aching and the muscles were fatigued but one resolve in each of minds to complete the course pulled us through. We pedalled through the gruelling heat and the mid-afternoon sun at about 20C.

Finally, at about 5.30pm, the Gods took pitied us and finally landed us at Nakdong River Culture Pavilion, the final destination. 


I am still standing, on the ground. ©Bob.
Three months of planning, weeks of training and many man-hours in research, we finally completed our mission. Shaken but not stirred, we were already planning our next trip, perhaps next year. 


We did it! ©RS
End of Day 5.
Completed about 140km. (Total ~ 675.15km) due to detours and off-course tracks, to and from accommodation and meals.


I cycled 675km and all I got is a gold-plated medal plus a piece of paper bearing my name and I had to pay for it! But it comes with bragging rights and something to talk about for a long long time.©FG.