Sunday, 6 February 2011

Sorry, my England (English) not so good one!

Seen in the capital city of Kuala Lumpur
Now, the picture here will paint more than a dull state of our education system. It also gives a non-impressive picture of the malaise (and lackadaisical) attitude of the society. 

Much has been said about the general pathetic decline of the standard of English Language amongst our youth today. I will start sounding worse than a retarded parrot if I go along that line. Malaysians boast of high literacy rate (more than 80%). We are better than most of our neighbours and African nations, anyway! 

Any infant who is babbling to learn the English Language will know what the words 'Father', 'Mother', 'Brother' or 'Sister' mean. Obviously, the advertiser here is offering her services of babysitting not involved in a baby-selling racquet offering couples with baby sisters to their lonely sons! The least the person (advertiser) can do is let someone proofread before jokers like us make fun of them. Is finding a person slightly proficient in English so hard to come by?

The nearest thing remotely English is these people's lives must be watching Mr Bean's pantomime! 

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Smooth Operator

Being the introvert I am, from time immemorial, ever since I was young, I remember my mother trying her level best to instil into me the importance of expressing oneself to gain confidence of others and exerting influence over others! Probably she was trying too hard to turn her son into the mould of her prodigy brother. Growing in the Asiatic environment who believes that children should be seen and not heard, it is hard for a child to exhibit his inner feelings.
In that way, children exposed to the Western brand of education are at an advantageous stature to their liking. But there is only so much and so long you can blame your parents and fore-fathers for this handicap. After a certain age, you are on your own...
Master Prabakaran: wonder
if his path followed the same
of many child actors? 
I remember watching a Tamil movie with my sisters where a young preteen precocious orphan who is seen running around the streets in the vicinity of some Hindu temples in Tamil Nadu whilst acting as a tourist guide and putting the adults to shame with his divinely gift of gab and knowledge of the temple ruins (yeah, right!). When we returned after the show, Amma was singing praises about the child star and urged us to be like him at least from the vocal aspect - talking with a clear and crisp voice. Take a listen at it and see for yourself how irritatingly stereotyped the boy is made to be! http://www.rajshritamil.com/Video/Vaa-Raja-Vaa When a Indian Muslim relative once asked my name, I told him so. Being a man probably hard of hearing, he thought that it was 'Hassan Ghani' when it should have been 'Asokan'. Back home it was barrage of missiles for me for mumbling!

If you listened to the podcast above, you heard the interview with Time dot com CEO Afsal Abdul Rahim. As people familiar with the turn of events in the business world are aware, he was roped in to turn the ailing company into red territory. Listening to the way he speaks, with the gift of the gab and all, one can be forgiven to think that he is the saving Messiah for the job! Whether it will materialise or otherwise is yet to be seen.
I do not think my mother's training managed to overturn me into a smooth talking maverick, far from it! During the time of my training for the British professional examinations, my boss tried his level best to make me a capable candidate with a reasonable ability to vocalise my expressions in a sensible and convincing way to convince the English examiners that I was worthy to be a member of their 'boys' club!  
As part of the training, twice a week, I had to present a half an hour presentation on the most mundane topics just to get me into the craft (probably in an artful form, wishful thinking does not hurt) to my peers and subordinates. He even managed to convince (con) me into singing at a karaoke session at a Rotary dinner, all in the name of training with him having a good chuckle in the background. I have come to think that it was done in good faith. Hence, no hard feelings. He still calls me every now and then. 

Thursday, 3 February 2011

And the Americans say, "We didn't start the fire! It was already burning."


The bunnies bite back
Dean Johns
Feb 2, 11
11:52am
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As the Year of the Rabbit gets under way, it is wonderful to witness what no soothsayer, astrologer or 'intelligence' expert apparently predicted: the spreading revolt by Arabs against governments that have been treating them for decades like nothing but dumb, helpless bunnies.

It's like readiNONEng a rewrite of 'Animal Farm', seeing the formerly timid, compliant and defenceless multitude turn on the corrupt and greedy pigs and self-appointed top dogs that have so long made their lives a misery.

And even more satisfying is that this series of grassroots revolutions has caught the whole world on the hop, and once again exposed the hypocrisy of the American eagle in its hypocritical foreign policy of trying to run with the hare and simultaneously hunt with the hounds.

'He may be a son of a bitch, but at least he's our son of a bitch' has long been the cynical US defence of its moral and financial support for criminal despots in contravention of its high-flown rhetoric in favour of fundamental freedoms and universal human rights.

This policy of appeasement or support of any regime that can be paid or pressured to fall in line with its perceived economic, ideological and military interests has cost the US enormous quantities of popular credibility and clout, not to mention squillions of dollars and the lives of countless military and civilian casualties.

Its support for banana republics and fascist military dictatorships in South America and the Caribbean has enabled, if not caused, untold human misery for more than a century.

The Vietnam war, in which several successive US administrations backed a corrupt and brutal Saigon-based regime in a conflict that caused massive destruction, claimed millions of lives and triggered the rise of the murderous Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, was an unmitigated, self-inflicted disaster.

But it was appiraq wararently by no means a learning experience, as then came US support for first the obscene regime of the Shah during the Iranian people's revolution, then for both sides in the bloody Iran-Iraq war, resulting in the deadly enmity of today's Iran and a campaign that's still being fought to rid Iraq of the legacy of former US 'son of a bitch' Saddam Hussein.

Admittedly the US occasionally appears to back its democratic and humanitarian words with less self-serving deeds, as when it was dragged, albeit kicking and screaming, into leading Nato in ridding the Balkans of Milosovic.

More often, when its geopolitical or economic concerns aren't directly at stake, it abandons helpless people to their fate, as perhaps most notoriously in the Rwandan genocide.

But it can't resist meddling in the muddle of the Middle East, as oil, the Suez Canal and its client-state Israel are all at stake. Thus it is in the ridiculous position of further bankrupting itself in the fight to bring freedom and democracy to Iraq and Afghanistan, while supporting autocracies and dictatorships in Egypt, Jordan and Saudi Arabia, and tolerating other equally undesirable regimes in Algeria, Libya Syria and elsewhere.

Year of 'robbit'

The kind of creature the US promotes, permits and protects despite its avowed support for the rights and freedoms of the common people in the region is dramatically illustrated by the opposition voiced by Saudi Arabia's King Abdullah to the popular uprising in Egypt.

“No Arab or Muslim can tolerate any meddling in the security and stability of Arab and Muslim Egypt by those who infiltrated the people in the name of freedom of expression, exploiting it to inject their destructive hatred,” he ranted.

In other words, as far as his majesty and his henchmen are concerned it is a case of security, stability and business as usual, and to hell with the people and their freedoms.

US Secretary of hillary clintonState Hilary Clinton and other Western government spokespersons admittedly haven't been quite so people-unfriendly. But like the US president, who seemingly hasn't yet decided whether to play the situation as Barack or Mubarak Obama, most seemed to come down not on the side not of the people, but of the status quo, or “stability”.

Happily for those of us who truly believe in government of the people, for the people and by the people, however, the rabbits in Tunisia and Egypt have pushed open the stable door, and the proverbial horse has bolted. And the rabbits are showing similar signs of restlessness in countries including Algeria, Jordan and Yemen.

With most of the world's governments and media rabbiting on about these momentous events, it is interesting to observe that they've received little if any official mention in Malaysia. 

In fact, as eager as it customarily is to ape pretty well anything Arabic, and to venture an opinion on any issue relating to Islam, Malaysia's BN regime has been as quiet as a mouse.

Some might put the BN government's suspicious silence down to domestic preoccupations like buying the recent by-election in Tenang and trying to deal with its latest crop of financial and homicidal scandals.

But of course the true reason for ignoring the achievements of people power in the Arab world or anywhere else is that it is mortally terrified of a similar outbreak of anti-regime rage at home.

As I and many others have mentioned before, the Tunisian people's hatred of Zine el-Abidine Ben Ali, his wife and cronies is eerily similar to the loathing of many Malaysians for Najib Abdul Razak and his consort, colleagues and cronies.

So, far from commenting on the Arab cause on one side or the other, Najib has taken himself and his entourage off to Dubai, ostensibly in quest of investment capital.

muhyiddin yasin muhyiddin yassinThis leaves his deputy, Muhyiddin Yassin (right), in charge of election investment, and his Home Minister Hishammuddin Hussein to keep up the pressure on opposition leader Anwar Ibrahim by accusing him of being funded by terrorist-linked Saudi Arabians.

All of which suggests to me that, as far as the BN regime is concerned, this is not such much the Year of the Rabbit as, according to its custom, just another year of the robbit.

Or, in recognition of its practice of bribing elected opposition members to hop frog-fashion into the BN ranks, yet another year of the ribbit.

But hey, here's wishing you a happy and healthy one anyway.

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Keep on running...


Hey, who is that in centre with yellow vest?


Forget all the forced national integration attempts (gimmicks) by the government agencies to foster (force) national integration. The way to national unity is via sports! This revelation, I discovered  during the last run in Putrajaya Twilight Challenge on 29th January 2011, which Suresh and I partook. It was actually a LSD - a runners' lingo for 'long slow distance' where runners take slow runs to cover the distance they wish to cover, mostly as preparation for imminent races. No, it is nothing to do with Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, LSD, the 1960s illicit party drug and nothing to do with Lucy in the Sky of Diamonds. Of course, the post-run endorphine surge that gives an euphoric high feeling does not count, but this is of course legal!
The Challenge was organised on a small scale amidst the time when the whole nation was in the CNY celebratory mood to cater for those die-hard runners who had nothing else better to do. It attracted many categories of participants - novice, hard core and lunatics. Lunatics?
The track for the run was a 11.3km road track starting in front of the Palace of Justice all the way to the Putrajaya International Convention Centre (PICC), back, to the Putra Mosque and back. The novice mostly did 11km while the lunatics registered for the gruelling Ultra-Marathon of 88km run. They started at 7pm and had until 6am to finish it!
The low-key run (technically it was not a race) was organised predominantly via cyber-technology. The list of participants and the distance they registered to run were sent by e-mail. The bib was written by hand on site. Runners were told that the certificates of participation would be sent by PDF files for them to record their own times which they could determine from the giant digital clock exhibited at the finishing line!
Proceeds from the run went to aid orang asli children with their education.
Coming back to national integration and muhibbah.... The atmosphere was a happy and cordial one. Before and after the run, everyone was in high spirits and picking up a conversation amongst each other. As the event progressed, everyone was looking out for each other, giving friendly reminders (watch out for that car!), giving words of encouragement (going good brader!), thumbs up and others.
As the enrolment was small, it became lonely sometimes. Under the blanket of the night, at one point, I almost lost my way! Anyway, Suresh (my partner in crime) and yours truly completed it in one piece. Suresh completed his maiden 22km race in 2h15m (I think) but not without blisters on his feet and bleeding under his toe nail! My timing was 2h25m. We went home happy gleaming with our finisher's medal.
A long evening but still managed to attend a birthday party later that evening!

Monday, 31 January 2011

The King's Speech




A simple period drama (set circa 1936 -1939) with minimal of the now often seen pyrotechnics and special effects wizardry commonly associated with Hollywood blockbusters. Anyway it is a British production. It basically illustrates the inferiority complex of the Prince Albert, his poor relationship with his elder brother, Prince Edward who abdicated his throne to marry the twice divorced (who is portrayed in an extremely bad light - cunning, manipulative and possible links with Nazis!), his stammer, his morbid fear of public speaking, his tutorship and friendship of a unqualified Australian unorthodox speech therapist and his success in delivering the all important radio broadcast speech to the British Empire when war with Germany is declared. Overall, it is a good movie with excellent good old fashion acting unlike the newer movies which have no qualms about exposing flesh at the drop of a hat!



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!

The Kitchen Sink period