Monday, 31 January 2011

Heaven on Earth?

I do not know which part of the world was Belinda Carlisle referring to when she sang her 80's hit song (one album wonder?) 'Heaven is a place on Earth'I do know, however, that the theologists were
not amused by her personification of any place on Earth to something heavenly like Heaven. I think John Lennon also ruffled some feathers when he sang, "...above us only sky..." in the evergreen anti-war song 'Imagine'. The Malays has a saying that Heaven is at your mother's feet. (even though if it is infected or gangrenous?)

Now you know, just in case you landed in Liverpool (John Lennon International) Airport and are wondering why they have engraved on its wall, 'Above us only sky'.
The lasts of Tasmanian Aborigines

Something close to what of us have a description of Heaven can be seen indeed on Earth is tiny (in comparison to the adjacent island-continent of Australia and it is called Tasmania. Tasmania was named the fearless sea-faring Dutchman called Abel Tasman. He was really the first Caucasian to have discovered' Australia and the many archipelagos surrounding it– if you totally disregard the hundreds or possibly thousands of years of a symbiotic relationship of its natives with nature, fauna and flora... Sounds very much like a scene from 'Avatar'.

Interestingly, I read somewhere that, (do not know if it is true), that the human genome had been deciphered and the Australian aborigines' DNA makeup closely resembles (if not identical) to the Tamilians in India.

Coming back to Tasmania and its place as a heavenly haven…
Inmate? Spike Bridge.

Ever since we learnt about Tasmania (affectionately known as Tassie @ Tazzie by the Aussies) in our geography lessons back in Form 2, my contemporaries and I secretly had an undying dream to stand on its soil and admire its natural beauty in full glory one day. And that one day finally materialised late last year. Thanks a million to Air Asia and its arrangement with a fellow budget airliner, Jetstar, for the free tickets which were given upon purchase of a ticket from KL to Melbourne!

Hobart International Airport is an international airport, alright, but with only one global destination (i.e. Antarctica). The atmosphere around the island is generally laid back, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It is a flat country with the gentle cool southern breeze cooling the temperature. It is not appropriate to make a clear impression of the place by just staying there for 2 nights! Like they say about marriage and relationships, the unsavoury points only show up after the first year.

Let me just concentrate on the single tour that I (with my other half) took and thoroughly enjoyed. Tazzie is by no means a small island. There so many tours available and each would take a whole day! And I thought Tazzie was as big as Penang!
View from a peak off Freycinet Park

The tour entourage comprised 5 tourists. There was a Swedish couple, Samuel Brissman, an engineer with his soon to be a star, TV compere partner, Jenny Hutton, who can be viewed in this clip on YouTube. The last of the group come in late in the van we were travelling. Before the formal introduction, we thought that she was a Native Australian by her features. What do you know; we later found out that she was indeed a high flying Google executive Indian (Tamil) tourist from Hyderabad. Now, what did I say about the DNA? Scott was our tour guide cum driver- as usual, he showed great passion for his job. The journey was long, but enjoyable. We stopped at many 'touristy' sites to be there with nature. Offhand, I remember the Spiked bridge built by hardcore prisoners who were sent for various criminal offences in the mainland. Mind you, most people think that all the Aussie's descendants were prisoner sent to Australia from England to be punished.
Contrary to that belief, there were indeed genuine migrants who were there just before the Industrial Revolution when jobs were scarce, and they were others who settled there after finishing their sentence. Just like their distant cousins in the Americas, they brutally practised genocide, only that there was no such word then. It was just cultured
Wine Glass Bay
people and savages! Every angle a picture is taken is a picturesque postcard-perfect picture. Even shots taken with my lowly el-cheapo mobile phone is picture perfect! The journey was long, but enjoyable. We stopped at many 'touristy' sites to be there with nature. Offhand, I remember the Spiked bridge built by hardcore prisoners who were sent for various criminal offences in the mainland. Mind you, most people think that all the Aussie's descendants were prisoner sent to Australia from England to be punished.
Contrary to that belief, there were indeed genuine migrants who were there just before the Industrial revolution when the job was scarce, and they were those who settled there after finishing their sentence. Just like their distant cousins in the Americas, they brutally practised genocide, just that there was no such word then. It was just cultured people and savages!
Picturesque or what?

One thing we have to take our hats off for the Aussies is that diligence in taking care of the environment for the next generation. Many man-hours are spent on this endeavour. Many rangers are employed, on-going studies of the fauna and flora, the introduction of controlled burning so to avert the ever-dreaded bush fires which are notoriously so detrimental to human and environment, many designated National Parks where vehicles and constructions are prohibited.
Honeymoon Beach
Tickets are sold to visitors to these parks and the funds used for its uplift. I had the privilege of leaving my footprint (only footprint, not carbon print) on Freycinet National Park where one of the world's 10 most beautiful beaches, Wine Glass Bay is located. I do not have to say much about this beach as the following pictures paint more than a million brush strokes and volumes of words. Whichever angle you snap your camera button, the end product is yet another 'Wish you were here' picturesque postcard-perfect picture. Wine Glass Bay got its name when whaling was every fisherman's birthright. Blood from the docked whaling boat in the bay used to colour it dark crimson and from a distance the bay, with its chalice shape, the bay used to look like a red wine filled glass.
Atop Mt Amos

There is a beach with breathtaking scenery called Honeymoon Bay. It should fit snuggly into Mills and Boons or Nora Roberts' romantic novel. - Not that I indulge in these!
Another honeymoon
Freycinet with Old Rock structure

Strawberry fields forever
Bliss
Honeymoon Bay Beach
 (Scott in the foreground)
The Greatest Artist's creation

Now, when the Taliban grew poppy to fund their 'holy wars', or Khun Sa protected his merchandise in the Golden Triangle with mercenaries, the world condemned it. Still, in their own backyard, Tazzies grow weed (poppy). Of course, it is all in the name of legal, controlled cultivation for medicinal reasons.





On either side of this sentence, enjoy the view of the warm, pristine white fine sands of the 'Friendly Beach'.

En route to our destination, we were introduced to Kate, the owner of the renowned (she displayed a British Monarchy endorsement letter to prove it- they love to eat for free, anyway) Tasmanian strawberry farm simply called Kate's Berry Farm. (See below).

Sweet Swede complementing God's paradise
I had to include this picture as it carries a story behind it. So, when Jenny realised that the tours involved walking on the beach, she said, "Oh, no!...but, I don't have proper footwear." Hearing this, my wife dug deep into her knapsack (should I say tucker-bag) and guess what, she took a fluorescent apple green Japanese slippers -worth RM3 (Aus$1) in Alam Jaya Pasar Malam (night market) and presented to her. I was particularly amazed at the type of things she has managed to pull out of her bag, like a magician pulling out things out a hat. That would explain the forever inflated baggage weights at check-in and how in the early post 9-11 days she would be stopped longer than it should at the security counter! Samuel, a fortnight ago, emailed to say that she is still wandering around the streets of Sydney comfortably in those slippers. The best part is that she has never worn 'one-of-those' slippers in her life!
View from our hotel
Serenity
Beach with stones, no sands
At the Waterfront




At the Taste Festival
Another attraction of our visit was the annual 'Taste Festival' of Tasmania, held in conjunction with the annual Sydney to Hobart yacht race. The Waterfront in the heart of town is the landing site as well the site of this festival. One of the wharves was decorated, giving a fun fair-like atmosphere with the performance of local bands. To a Malaysian like me, it was just like our weekly Pasar Malam where our local VCD and DVD peddlers would provide music - Of course, they were more finesse! The fest showcased locally produced ciders, freshly caught fish and crustaceans and not to forget proud Tasmanian Boer beer. Anyway, I think that was it was supposed to be. With globalisation, you cannot get away from the rest of the world. In the extravaganza, three stalls were selling wholly Indian foods like tandoori and curries. Hey, pretty soon curry would be the national of countries other than England. And I tasted their mussels cooked in Thai chilly style!

The eyes of frustration and despair...

Suddenly, many citizens of the Islamic world have raised their voices to be heard by the world community against the tyranny of the their leaders who have been leaders by self appointment and have no plans to step down from their posts after years of warming their seats but plan to continue their legacy via their offspring. This is exactly what they should be doing than blaming their woes on the Jews, Americans and everybody else in the world except themselves!

Friday, 28 January 2011

Puppets on a string....

Continuation from 1st October 2010...
'Down but not out'

 "Not bad," I thought to myself. After being unconscious for a month since the first day of Aidilfitri, being in the twilight of things in a world of paranoia, delusions and hallucinations afterwards, recovering from nosocomial infections, recovering from cellulitis after a poorly set infusion line, pressure sores, and still recovering from the weakness of both upper and lower limbs, it is nice to see Farouk alert, jovial and poking fun at himself after five months of hospitalization! And I have not gotten to the point of asking about his experience after 12 cardiac arrests. And he has not even completed the narration of his escapades in the four different hospitals in the Klang Valley. He attributes his victory so far to good deeds that he must have done, and God is slowly deducting them one by one. Looks like he has a lot of catching up to do to replenish his good records after this ordeal is all over!


Being a cardio-thoracic surgeon himself, he has had the first-hand experience of a sick patient in a very precarious position. The whole experience has been a very humbling one for him (and all of us as well). At least in the first month of his illness, he was unconscious (to be worried about himself).

He actually was stricken by a mild febrile illness after a week of field research at the Orang Asli settlement in Gelang Patah with his medical students which eventually turned out to be meningoencephalitis (infection of the brain and its covering).

I do not plan to be a spoilsport. Farouk plans to write his memoir on the events of his ailment after he has made of full recovery, and we will all hear it from the horse's mouth. With his fighting spirit, that faithful day is quite imminent. One take-home message; we whine, we cringe, we fret, we complain, we demand, we prosecute for our rights, but at the end of the day, our lives are so vulnerable, like a puppet on a string. Like the Malay proverb says, 'Telur di hujung tanduk'!


Thursday, 27 January 2011

A giant step into the past?

Neil Armstrong’s’ famous lines as he set foot on the moon (that is if you believed that he actually did) on 21st July 1969 were, ‘A small step for mankind, a giant step for mankind!’
Giant step?
The newspaper today complains about men hogging the ladies-only LRT coaches in the city. I remember watching Tamil movies where they apparently had public buses only meant for ladies in Chennai after the ladies there had been disturbed continuously, catcalled, groped and touched inappropriately by the highly sex-strung Indian men who could not keep their hands to themselves. Or maybe the ladies were so conceited (they thought that they were such ravaging beauties) that they believed every man on the street was out to get them under! They also had Police Station manned (or rather womaned) by an all-female crew, so that women would not shy away from reporting sexual crimes. The powers that be did not want the female complainant to be sexually disadvantaged and be seen as being sexually harassed by the male police personnel.

Safe from what?
Malaysian ladies think that by successfully getting an all-female LRT or bus service in the city, it is a feather in the cap for the bra-burners and is seen as a progression of species is concerned. I am sorry, but I beg to differ.
From a time in memoriam, women had been playing second fiddle to men, at least in the eye of the public. What happens behind closed is left to an individual’s own interpretation. They were never seen to be in the limelight but rather play their roles subtly in the background. Decisions concerning communities and countries were left to the male gender. Only in the early 20th century were women considered mature enough to cast their votes to elect their leaders in elections. That is if you do not believe Dan Brown’s proposition in the Da Vinci Codes of the world before Christianity ruled. He argues that in the pagan world, Man offered special status to women due to their ability to generate life within their bodies. The modern religions of the world apparently changed all that and women lost everything.

Japan: civilised nation?
Slowly but surely with time, the fairer sex has made their presence felt, and their voices have been starting to be heard louder and louder over the globe. They have made their way to the universities, held high esteemed positions rivalling men eye to eye and even led big democracies demanding society to treat them as equal partners rather than upon whom they trample upon.

All these victories and achievements appear to have come to zilch. It seems that now they have to be protected from prancing males who look like not seem to be giving due respects but instead treat them as toys to satisfy their visual and tactile gratifications.
The more they are protected, the more the predators will yearn for the forbidden fruit. Get real! Women are smart enough to take care of themselves. What I want to know is that is there going to be specialised transportation for the third sex soon?

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Not-so-great Britain


Tuesday January 25, 2011

CERITALAH By KARIM RASLAN
Malaysia can take a leaf from what’s ailing Britain today, though the challenges Malaysia faces are not so deep-rooted. If we wish to grow and develop, we will need to avoid the pitfalls of the British
THE Malay elite (including myself) have long viewed London as their second home. We’ve tended to see Britain through rose-tinted lenses – following in the footsteps of the nation’s founding fathers, Tunku Abdul Rahman and Tun Abdul Razak.
Karim Raslan
The pound sterling’s current depreciation has enhanced the love affair, as we’re now enjoying more bang for our buck at Selfridges and Harrods. For us, England is unchanging and unchanged: it’s what we want it to be because we’re not too interested in what it has become or is becoming.In reality, contemporary Britain is a society in crisis, slowly crumbling under the weight of mismanagement, its faltering economy and its misplaced post-Imperial ambitions – witness Tony Blair’s unconvincing performance at the latest hearing of the Chilcot Inquiry on Iraq. The facts are disturbing enough: 2010 inflation figures are mounting with Retail Prices Index at 4.8% and Consumer Price Index at 3.7%. Meanwhile, VAT (or sales tax) has been raised to 20% from this year.
As I write, unemployment stands at a staggering 2.5 million, of which 951,000 are accounted for by people under the age of 25 – that’s roughly one in five of the country’s younger generation. Moreover, these figures are set to worsen as the full impact of the coalition government’s austerity plans take root. With an economy wedded to consumption, an anaemic manufacturing sector and crippled finances, Britain’s once lavishly funded welfare state is no longer sustainable. Furthermore, despite the riots that roiled London last month, free tertiary education will soon be history – all of which will only worsen the country’s existing gap between rich and poor. It’s arguable that Britain’s class wars have been re-ignited by the collapse of the once booming property market.
With Central London prices insulated by foreigner-led demand in exclusive enclaves such as Knights­bridge, Chelsea, St. Johns Wood, the differences between the ordinary man-on-the-street and the wealthy are heightened. Indeed, last week’s launch of One Hyde Park – the luxurious 86 apartments developed by the Candy Brothers in Knightsbridge underlines Britain’s ironic situation: luxuriousness amid straightened circumstances.
London is fast becoming a hub for the global elite – Russian oligarchs, Arab oil sheikhs, Chinese and Indian billionaires – as an increasingly impoverished English population make do in the suburbs and economically blighted North, Northwest, Scotland and Wales, indeed almost everywhere except Central London.
All is not gloom, however.
Preparations for the 2012 Olym­pics will provide an inevitable boost to the national spirit as will the highly anticipated Prince William/Kate Middleton nuptials. Sadly, sports events and royal weddings don’t feed people or keep them in their homes as house repossession rates continue to spiral. At the same time, household disposable income (according to the retail analysts Verdict) is set to fall by up to 9.1% between 2010 and 2015. This gloomy prediction is mirrored by the situation on Britain’s high streets where the vacancy rate will surpass 15% this year, according to the Local Data Company. Smaller towns such as Margate and Rotherham are experiencing a vacancy rate equivalent to one shuttered shop for every three that are utilised.
Is there a fundamental shift afoot? Could it be that Napoleon’s nation of shopkeepers is no more? With the added impact of the Internet hastening the process, British high streets are changing forever as pawn brokers and betting shops replace banks, property agents and retail outlets. Even the corner pub is fast disappearing.
In the face of such challenging contemporary problems, history has become a comforting refuge. The Empire and the Second World War are lode stars amid the all-pervasive melancholia.
Indeed, the current box office favourite, The King’s Speech, a movie set in 1939 on the eve of war exemplifies the country’s backward-looking mood. Wallowing in past glories has permitted the British a momentary respite. They can forget about their present frailties and, indeed, mediocrity. Sadly, it’s also distracted them from the urgency to act – to confront reality and institute real, deep-rooted reforms.
So, as the Malay elite plan for their holidays in London, let’s hope they can see Britain’s weaknesses – its frailties in the face of global socio-economic changes. The challenges facing Malaysia are severe, if not so deep-rooted as Britain’s. Certainly, if we wish to grow and develop, we will need to avoid the pitfalls of the British.
Britain’s successive leaders have neglected to address their country’s lagging economy and are now paying the price as they scramble to rebuild their industrial capabilities.
Similarly, Malaysian leaders have to address our economic malaise. How do we adapt to a world where we are a mere minnow? At the same time, we have to end our version of the welfare state – the NEP. The combination of policies, while beneficial and laudable at first, has now become a real threat to our economic livelihood and our future. If we choose not to tackle the NEP, future generations will suffer for our present-day timidity.
Of course, all this requires real guts. Will we learn from Britain’s or will we be doomed to follow our former colonial masters into a slow decline?

P.S. Will be indulging a little bit of nostalgia and British monarchy tonight. Many thanks to my friendly DVD peddler in Econsave! - The King's Speech, a multi-award nominee....

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Interlok controversy

Tuesday January 25, 2011

ARTICLES OF LAW

By BHAG SINGH

When a word used is found to be offensive, the circumstances surrounding its usage and the community involved need to be considered.

ONCE again a controversy has erupted arising out of a word in a book that some see as offensive and unacceptable, while others see it as harmless. Those who complain and object to the use of the word in the book are concerned about the negative implications and effect of the word. After all the Oxford Dictionary gives its meaning as a person who is not acceptable to society and is avoided by everyone.

However, the use of the word deserves a more detailed consideration. As was said by Raja Azlan Shah many years ago as the judge in the case of Public Prosecutor v Ooi Kee Siak & Ors: “A meaningful understanding of the right of freedom of speech under the Constitution must be based on the realities of the Malaysian society”. Of course, his lordship was concerned about a case relating to sedition as was Ong CJ in the case of Melan Bin Abdullah who pointed out that our concept of sedition went beyond the common law concept and our law gives a new and perhaps highly artificial meaning to what used to be considered as a seditious tendency.

And some 40 years ago, when speaking of the broader aspects of the Constitutional Amendment Bill relating to Sedition, the then Prime Minister was concerned with this aspect and had said that “the amendments are intended to remove certain sensitive issues”. The now 91-year-old novelist Datuk Abdullah Hussain, who has more than once been declared Sasterawan Negara, in an exclusive interview with Mingguan MStar said he wrote the novel some 40 years ago and explained his reasons and intentions as well as sincerity in writing the book, including the context in which it was done. He explains that the word pariah is not used to belittle or insult the Indian community. His statement that the book was written with care and sincerity and in the hope that the novel would become a point of reference for society, is not doubted.

Good intention

I do not think that anyone would take the view that he meant to belittle or insult the Indian community. It needs to be accepted that what was written was with good intention, and in honesty and sincerity, with malice to none. The book has obviously been around for some 40 years with no one having complained about it. However, 40 years later at a point in time when the book is made a text to be read by all Form 5 students, it has given rise to con­­tro­­­­­versy. So what is the problem?

It is here that the matter takes a different complexion involving different considerations. The generation to which the novelist belongs and the time and circumstances in which it was written were different. There was then real interaction between the different races which had mutual respect for one another. Despite the serious and valiant efforts of our leaders to promote racial harmony and good relations, the population has, due to a variety of factors and policies adopted, whatever the wisdom or otherwise, become racially more polarised.

There is a bigger pool among the young and not-so-young population who have not been adequately exposed to individuals of different races or religions. There are many young people who for much of their lives have not even set down to have a cup of tea or coffee with a person of a different race or religion. Therefore, what is at issue here is a generation that does not have the same understanding or attitude towards each other, when they are of a different race and religion. Hence the ability to appreciate or understand the spirit in which the novel seeks to convey the messages, is somehow missing.

While the subject at hand arising out of the use of the word “pariah” needs to be carefully dealt with, it is also naive, on the part of those justifying its use, to merely rely on the dictionary meaning of the word. Dictionaries are after all meant to give the basic and possible different meanings that a word can convey. However, when the word is used in a particular context, its importance is not only in the dictionary meaning which one chooses but the message that is conveyed in the context of its use. The same applies to phrases.

One simple example is the word “village”. Would it be offensive or acceptable to say to someone: “Go back to your village!”? In some countries, a village is a backward, unhealthy and un­­­­­­­­­­pleasant place to stay in because of the poor quality of life. On the other hand, in certain countries, a village is a pleasant, healthy and prestigious place to stay in. Thus the same statement used in one country or in one society could be a source of insult or embarrassment, and in another a reason to feel pleased and proud on hearing of it. The same is true of the word “prostitute”. As a noun, it is used to mean a person who has sex for money. On the other hand, as a verb, it refers to a person who uses his skills and abilities to do things that help in earning money but other people do not respect the person because such a person is capable of doing something better.

Conclusion

Therefore, the controversy that has arisen is something that our leaders need to address in the context of the circumstances of our own society. Its use may not necessarily be technically seditious but there are numerous legal provisions in codes, laws and regulations which seek to prevent use of words that are otherwise offensive. It is hoped that our leaders in their wisdom will be able to have this grievance addressed in a satisfactory manner. After all, the complaint is not about the existence of the book but its use as a text for a generation whose mindset is different from that which existed at the time the book was written.

In doing so, it would be good to bear in mind the words of Tan Sri Ghazali Jawi during a debate in Parliament some 40 years ago: He said: “What needs to be discussed are the opinions and ideas which can create a just society in our beloved country. We need to bring forth ideas to overcome this problem in the interest of our future generation. We do not want the future generation to jeer at the present one because we have failed to provide a firm footing for them.”

The ballad of Amoi and Thangachi*

We finally collected the framed picture from Ms Loh's shop. Over the years, we have seen Ms Loh mature and prosper from a petite 17 year old girl who started working as a clerk in a shop which made photo frames and mirrors. After learning the nooks and corners of the business while working in the same premises over the past 10 years, she has finally opened a new shop after renting a shop lot in a new housing estate. Ms Loh is now running the business with her husband also giving a helping hand. She seems quite excited about the business and we wish her all the best for her boldness in entering the field shark eat shark world of business!

Ms Laxmi who also completed her studies at the same year as Ms Loh. Not performing as well as she should to continue her studies; she started to work as an assistant nurse in a clinic. Over the next 10 years, she got hitched, started her family, become a mother of 3 children but remained put in her place of employment (her employer is so nice!), performing the same job but with more experience but a leader among her peers. Her salary has increased marginally to commensurate her years of faithful employment but she sees herself at a sort of dead end. She would probably be doing the same job till she decides to call it quits.
Here you can see the different paths taken by two individuals after secondary education. One has become an entrepreneur of sorts whilst the other remains contended with her simple job. We have seen many Ms Lohs and Ms Laxmis in daily lives.
People who are not bold enough to improve their living standards or are constantly expecting handouts from the others or living on self-pity will and are always complaining that the Government is not doing enough to help them or that the community is not doing enough to help their ethnic group. At the end of the day, the western movies’ words of wisdom come to mind – ‘a man got to do what a man got to do’.

*The controversial Beatles' last No. 1 song in the UK. Recoreded in 1969 by Lennon and McCartney while Harrison and Starr were on leave! Lennon played the guitar and McCartney played drums! Several US radio stations declined to broadcast the song because of what they saw as sacrilegious use of the words Christ and crucify in the lyrics:

The release of this song marked the beginning of the end of the era of the Beatles!
Christ, you know it ain’t easy,
You know how hard it can be,
The way things are going,
They’re gonna crucify me.              "

The Kitchen Sink period