Showing posts with label young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label young. Show all posts

Sunday, 24 July 2022

When I grow up...

Right, I am a millennial and a proud one at it. This is how I look at my values. These decrees are updated periodically, validated and eventually cast in stone by my contemporaries via social media pages. The toolkit is broadcasted far and wide for all to bow in obedience, hoping to achieve a New World Order with all netizens thinking in one single unwavering frame of thought.

Paradoxically, I am supposed to think of myself; but only about myself. It is only me that mattered. The others are here to help me out. After all, what are people for if not to help the others around? Whether I will help others does not come into the equation, as I must first take care of myself. After all, I have only one life -me. I am not going to give this up for anything else. I have to explore the extent of my true capabilities.

It is not my fault that I think I must not fail in my every endeavour. Do not blame me for that. You were the first to praise me in my childhood whenever I bungled up. You still gave me a medal when I came out last in a competitive race. 

Filial piety, what filial piety? Is it not enough for me to deal with all the unsavoury traits you gave me, forever trapping me in your shadows? I cannot even take care of myself in this increasingly competitive world. No thanks to you too that my generation has to endure all the environmental degradation you gave us to mend. 

Saturday, 6 June 2020

The destructive forces of a revolution?

Karwaan (Hindi, Caravan, 2018)


Just to recapitulate what Jordan Peterson mentioned in his book 'The 12 Rules of Life', we tend to assume all social ailments or individual problems that one faces in the process of growing up must be solved with a radical restructuring of one's culture. The call for social revolution is heard loud and clear amongst the young chicklings in every generation. The oft-quoted complain among the youth is that adults are not in tune with reality or are living in the past. Names like fossils and dinosaurs have been heard. On the part of the elders, it is pejorative as well. Their offsprings have been referred to as the generation that would bring down civilisation.

What we often forget is that revolution by nature is destructive. Look back at history. Revolutions have always been of chaos, destruction and re-setting or jump-starting a failing system. If every generation feels that the generation before them had wronged them, there must be something wrong somewhere. Aeons of living together as a community, and we are still struggling to pave the best way from childhood to adulthood. Surely this cannot be true. The parents cannot be wishing ill of their downlines. This is contradictory to the theory of the selfish gene and maternal reflex of walking into a hopelessly burning building to save her young. Logically, after going through various challenges over the centuries, the human race would have surely come up with a blueprint on how to tackle teenage and growing pain issues. But then childhood, adolescence and teenage is a new construct of the 20th century. Before that, children were just little adults, beaming with desires to grow up and fill into the shoes of the adults. The priority was the community, not personal liberty.

Time is an excellent teacher. Hopefully, before the young gets all her life muddled up, they would realise that all the ranting and whining were indeed well-intended.

So, it was told...

A 5-year-old child would think that his father was the strongest, bravest or the fastest than any of his mate's father. At 10, he would not think too much of him. At 15, he cannot see eye-to-eye with him. At 20, he likes to avoid his father altogether. He only communicates with his mother (to pass the message). Then life goes on. At 40, now with children of his own, he understands that it is a Herculean task to be a parent. At 50, he appreciates his father's deeds. At 60, with his father dead and gone, it is all full circle again - his father is the strongest, smartest and most patient man.

This movie tells the story of three people who go on a journey of self-discovery when one of the protagonist's parent's remains was accidentally couriered to the wrong address. Avinash is living in daze working in an unsatisfying job, forever regretting of not pursuing his passion for photography. He has a bone to pick with his father, who had died recently during his pilgrimage, for making his childhood a living hell. His father had unilaterally decided what was best for his future.

When Avinash received his father's coffin, he realised that the sender had mixed up the package. He had to send the box to the rightful owner and reclaim his father's body. He got the help of a friend, Shaukat, with his van to travel from Bengaluru to Kochi. On the way, they had to pick a young girl, Tanya, the granddaughter of the other deceased.

The three characters all have 'daddy issues'. Avinash had a father who objected to his choice of carrier. Shaukat had a drunkard and abusive father. What puzzled him was why his mother took all the abuses and chased Shaukat out of the house instead when he raised up to question his father. Tanya grew up without a father from the age of eight. He had succumbed to cancer.
Looking at Tanya's rebellious behaviour opposing all the values that Avinash holds dear to his heart, he realises that that was how his father would have felt. With the benefit of being grilled in the School of Hard Knocks of Life, Avinash can see more things than what the young Tanya just simply fail to realise.

The cinematography is quite breathtaking as the characters drive through the country road to God's own country. Watching the film just reignited our cycling team's earlier plan to cycle in India. Before the COVID pandemic brought all travels to a grinding halt, we were interested in a 950+ kilometres cycling tour through Karnataka, Kerala and Tamil Nadu. 


Tuesday, 3 January 2017

Work in progress?

Letters to Home (2016)
Young Malaysians write back
Edited by Ooi Kok Hin, Aish Kumar, Nik Mohamed Rashid Nik Zurin

Just when you had heard enough of whining, ranting, hurling of brickbats at the pathetic state of affairs that the country and possible failed nation status that we may plunge, out comes a book which tries to paint a blue sky, a new dawn and words of hopefulness. At an instance, when most disillusioned Malaysians are leaving our shores to graze upon lush greens elsewhere and when overseas-trained graduates find their comfort zone their Newfoundland, this book gives a glimmer of hope. It tells us that life in this country in the future may not be all doom and gloom.

This 234-paged book is a collection of over 30 authors who contributed to this uplifting experience. The writers are mainly millennials who were privileged enough to spend some time overseas in their pursuit of academic excellence, some through state scholarships. Many of them are envious of the ongoing progress abroad and yearn to bring home their skills. They long to have their motherland the same scientific and technological innovations that they had seen there.

The topics covered here are quite varied, ranging from affirmative action and Malay supremacy all the way to environmental degradation. Many government-sponsored students do not return home to pay back their dues to the nation, but the powers that be are quite lackadaisical in doing their job to gain returns from their investment of human capital. Malaysians who experience life as a foreigner in another country generally can empathise with the plight of the many low-skilled foreign workers found here!

In any country, the younger generation is typically vocal about current social issues. History had shown that the youth were the first displeasure when so many young Americans returned in body bags from Vietnam and when injustice prevailed in many despotic regimes in many newly independent post-colonial Africa and Eastern European block countries. Here, however, the wings of the university students are mostly clipped with the University and its amendments!

They go on to talk about Malaysia's brain drain problem of 10% which exceeds the global average. One author who hails from East Malaysia narrates her awkward moments of being treated as a green-eyed monster in the Peninsular as a student! The rise of religious bigots who treat women as second class citizens gets an honourable mention. The topic of living as a handicapped, growing as an orphan and the lack of social safety nets and the acceptance of intermarriage with its complex issues are discussed.

The best part of the book, I feel, is the lengthy discussion on the evolution of university life. From a firebrand force in the 60's which gave the government a run for its money, university students have all evolved to become meek apathetic domesticated pussies.

There is definitely lots of work to be done to bring the back the nation to its once promising start!

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Relive the past?

The Big Chill (1983)
It is nice to see how some of the actors who we have seen through the years use to look in their younger days. This early romedy (romantic comedy) film is supported by a group of actors who went on to greater heights on their own accord - Kevin Kline, Glenn Close, William Hurt, Tom Berenger and Jeff Goldblum.
4 guys and 3 girls who were childhood friends gather together for the funeral of friend who had committed suicide.
All of them compare notes of the successes, their failures and their lost dreams in this poignant tale of self discovery. They soon realise that they are all different after battling the hard knocks and cruelty of life. After the short stint at the village of the deceased, they discover that they would never find out why the friend committed suicide but they found new zest to carry on with life.
The best part of the movie is the soundtrack of many marvellous songs of the yesteryears.

Bad Moon Rising - CCR

Heard it on the grapevine - Marvin Gaye

When a man loves a woman - Percy Sledge

Wouldn't it be nice - Beach Boys

In the midnight hour - The Young Rascals


Joy to the world - Three Dog Night
A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*