Showing posts with label soliloquy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soliloquy. Show all posts

Friday, 19 July 2024

Naysayers abound!

It looks like we are still immersed in the euphoria of our recent close to 500km ride from Srinagar to Leh, Ladakh. Friends and well-wishers continue wishing their felicitations and, in not so many words, tell us to thank our lucky stars (or the Almighty) that we were still able to complete the crunching climb of 7,000 metres at this age.

One of the fellow cyclists in the group did not take kindly to that phrase. He had put in so much effort throughout his life to keep fit. After leaving school and leading a more sedentary life, he decided to go back to his active ways after seeing his father suffering from various complications of diabetes.

From someone who jogged around the housing estate, he graduated to running long distances, hiking, and cycling. By a twist of fate, he found other fellow ‘madmen’ who shared his eccentricity amongst his neighbours.

Hence, he started the weekend sorcery of commitments to hiking, running, and cycling. The avalanche in the weekend noradrenaline rush was enough to keep the mind and body going over the week. All that came with a price, of course. He lost party-going friends, and he rarely got invited to functions. If the Cures were in love with Fridays, my friend was with the weekends.


Saturday nights were not the time to indulge and party all night long. Family birthday functions soon became a chore as he kept looking at his watch when it was past 10 pm. He had to limit himself to that one drink, quickly becoming a wet blanket and a bore to others as he wanted to catch that well-needed nap before the early headstart the next morning.

Along the way, well-meaning, unwelcome advice from friends and relatives alike also came. They often quoted a seemingly healthy youngish so-and-so dropping dead like a fly after a trivial activity. And they would sow the seed of fear and uncertainty. Life is already unpredictable enough. Do we need these doomsday prophets to spread more confusion about what lies ahead of us?

He believed that deep inside, these people have an innate desire to dominate and suppress. Unable to see others doing things which push the boundaries of possibilities, they discourage others. Seeing someone slimming down will pop their antennas to suggest diagnoses such as diabetes or occult cancer. They jump to offer a shoulder to cry on the moment you get diagnosed with a chronic illness. On the sly, they are happy you are sick. They have one negative point to run the other down over. It looked like they loved to see others sick. They must have been vultures in their past lives, patiently waiting for the dead to breathe their last breath before they devour.

So when these people congratulate you for work well done, they were the same people who gave you anxiety, questioning your whole trajectory of life as well as throwing a spanner into your well-thought path to self-improvement. Remember not to sneer at them, as no one knows what lies ahead. They may actually have the last laugh and say, "I told you so!"

Wednesday, 17 July 2024

Stop, Look, Think...

Stop, Look, Think!

By Farouk Gulsara

Here I am, waiting in my car, clutching my steering wheel. It has been a good five minutes, and I am at a standstill. There are no vehicles in front of me. It is a T-junction with traffic lights. There is no traffic on either road, but I have no choice. I have to wait.

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Friday, 16 March 2012

Of Father and son...

For generations, the older generations have pouted and frowned upon the subsequent generation. And they keep telling the end is near with their loss of inhibition as their actions seem to imply.

Recently, I heard an interesting interview of a learned who disagreed with his father's opinion, but both parties appear to respect each other's viewpoint. The father, being a professor in Malaysian history, seem to think that the legend of Hang Tuah is a tall story devoid of historical evidence. The son, on the other, seems to believe that it is all right to romanticise the concept of an invincible warrior to spur the people to strive harder and have a national figure to look up to. The son,  in spite of being his father's ferocious critique, still manages to pen a foreword for his father's new autobiography.

The offspring will only awe upon the parent until his thinking cap is dormant. Once he is opinionated, we should agree to allow the other party to disagree. Their opinion may not be wrong; they are looking at the issue from another angle. Instead of looking at it as half empty, they insist on looking at it as half full. They both may be right.....

Saturday, 13 March 2010

Soliloquy of numbers…..numbers…

8.3.2010

Soliloquy of numbers…..numbers…

Today is the 2nd anniversary of Malaysian political tsunami. Though this may be a historical date for me as a Malaysian, for someone who did his primary and secondary school education in the National language, did his undergraduate studies in a local varsity (instead of an overseas offer, for better or worse), did postgraduate studies with a state scholarship, served 7 public hospitals and is paying a sizable amount of taxes annually, why do I still remember these insignificant dates and numbers? How is it going to benefit mankind? Why do I remember the following numbers? Why???

6103

Hutchings school registration number

5.1.1970

1st day of school in Std 1

PD 8886

Father’s first motorbike

PJ 9535

Father’s 2nd motorbike

PM 1337

Another of father’s bike

PB 581

The bike forever breaking down!

BP 6162

Good old faithful Austin that took us to KL

PAF 2584

My first bike

PAG 4297

Sheila / Lats’ bike

9.7.1961

The birth date (and death) of 1st born of Mr & Mrs Sham; stillbirth due to “slapped cheek disease”, caused by Parvovirus B15 characterized by hemolysis and heart failure. Mrs Sham had reason to believe that the fetus was slapped by Satan as she was crossing a cemetery to go to her work place at an European home in a hurry and for a long time was blaming her fate for her predicament till of late.

4388

The Shan’s phone number in Malacca as we used to call them once or twice a year after waiting for hours at the pay phone in Block A of RRF.

PF 97

The Shans came to Penang in a Fiat.

886434

The 1st phone number in Brown Garden.

NE 4411

Mama’s white Volvo 144.

106, Templer Road,Seremban

Mama’s address in Seremban.

39,Jalan Durian Daun, Malacca

The Shans address in Malacca.

16150

Postcode for Kubang Krian.

43,Caunter Hall,Penang

My home address on my birth certificate.

3417

My first Post Office savings book number.

3838

Sheila’s Post Office savings book number.

12.12.1970

The date I got my stamp collection book, I wonder what happened to those stamps now.

Things you learn at an impressionable age as a child tend to last a life time. This long term memory is difficult to erase from our hard drive. They are here to stay. And also a sign of senility, where long term memory supersedes short term memory and we try to hide our inefficiencies by recalling things of the past. Just like you cannot teach old dogs new tricks. Totally wrong, totally disagree!!

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*