Saturday, 16 July 2011

British subtlity at its best!

(from Malaysian Insider).....The palace will surely be running an enquiry into the shockingly embarrassing faux pas on the part of the Queen when she met the Prime Minister Najib yesterday. How could her majesty have been allowed to make such an appalling blunder? There could not be a more glaringly bright garment in the royal wardrobe. Brilliant daffodil yellow! From head to toe! If her majesty had worn this on the streets of KL the previous week, she would have been arrested! No question about it!
Was it is a genuine faux pas or is it a classic case of pacifying a child after pinching its butt? Not that the British are not known for their subtleties! I remember be told whilst preparing for the English professional examinations, not to be too confident that that oral examination and viva voce went on too well. The examiners who were just too nice could have failed you too miserably or have written a nasty remarks on your score chit after all that niceties! How do you think they managed to rule over so many advanced civilizations for so many generation? With brute force?

Chariots of the Gods?

Tomb of Mayan ruler Pakal (603-683 CE)
 in Palenque, Mexico. Interpreted as
 depicting an astronaut in his spaceship.
It is better than never. That is what I told myself when I was watching the documentary based on Erich von Daniken's book,  'Chariots of the Gods?' a good 35 years too late. And I was also reminding myself the Tamil saying that says 'what we know is a fistful but indeed what we do not know is ocean deep'!
I always wanted to watch it ever since my English master (KSG) and my schoolmates talked about it  in 1976! Now the chance finally came. Thanks to Ebay!
The narration started on how we would we would ushered when we were to visit a land far far away. With awe, respect, devotion? That the basis of his theory. Ancient visitors did visit us many years ago, to many parts of the world. They were awed by Earthlings who decided to to immortalize the visitors in cave drawings, stone carvings and monuments. They were worshiped. With the technologies imparted upon them, they built mammoth, mind boggling, precise technologically advanced (even for present times) masonry of which their functions are still not fully understood.
 Japanese statue(100-400BC)
His narration covers all corners of the continents.
  • Europe and Middle East, he visits the lost city of Troy, Turkey, Egypt; shows us an medieval map of world as if seen from space high above Cairo (?taken from a space ship) with Antarctica on it (which was discovered in 20th century!)
  • Africa, a sub Saharan desert which had a highly developed civilization 16 thousand years ago with cave carvings and men in spacesuits;
  • Japan and Australia - cave drawings of jet planes and astronaut!;
  • Central and South American with the wealth of archaeological findings of pyramids, monolithic stones nicely cut and fitted centuries ago with (?what), of Inca civilization and Machu Picchu, of the Mayans, their calendar and how they suddenly disappeared in 600AD without a trace with no trace of war, famine or plague! And the Nasca lines which are equated to air landing strips;
  • The Visitors?
  • And how there is similarity in drawing in ancient drawings with head gear and space suit like garments - from Sumeria, the holy books (Bible, Qur'an, Mahabharata) right up to Incas.
You will end up more humbled but confused than the confused world we live in.
Machu Picchu, can you see 
Rajnikanth  and Aishwarya Rai
doing set-dance there?
Easter Island: 15–moai ahu excavated
and restored in the 1990s



Thursday, 14 July 2011

Why oh why?

 I would be doing grave injustice if I do not mention at least in the passing about the Malaysians of all walks of life and all corners of the globe who came together for a similar cause. Remember this date 9th July 2011.
from all walks of life
During the height of the public rally, from the comfort of the armchair in the cool dry ambiance of my home, (it was pouring outside) I had the opportunity of gazing through some of the most stirring moments since the moment Tunku hailed heartily the cry of Merdeka to the nation in 1957, via the plethora of excellent photographs depicted via Facebook. In a very long time, Malaysians forgot their differences and came together for a single cause -to be heard!
the stand-off
At the end of the whole brouhaha, two things were quite clear to all of us. Everyone has come out smelling of roses in spite of the dented egos, injuries here and there, loss of business for a day and the initial fear of the sequelae. The Government is happy with the police for allegedly handling the crowd professionally (?with tear gas and water hose). The organizers of the rally were smiling happy, in spite of their crimson hued clothes of injuries and wet due to rain and water jet shot at them, with the great turnout which they claim to be 50,000 (vs. 5,000 as alleged by their opponents).
And it also looks like none of the leaders have any control over any anybody (so it appears) and like to pass the buck. The government leaders initially refused to legitimize the rally, tried to discourage it via the media of its ill effect on tourism and local business. When the call became too loud, they insist that the King's consent must be sought. When the King decreed that the stadium would be used. Then the stadium management refused. And the police said no permit for your rally and that they would shoot demonstrators.
guess who joined the party? Marina!
PM said Home Minister is responsible who says that the Police is on consenting to gathering (like the Minister is just there to warm the seat and collect his pay cheque and other benefits), forgetting that the King had given the green light, albeit in a contained environment! The word treason died in the era of Hang Jebat! Hey, who is the Boss aorund here?
During one of the photo browsing instance in cyberspace, I stumbled upon a shot of two individuals, obviously foreigners with an international news broadcasting crew - a Caucasian male behind the camera capturing the clash between police and rakyat around Puduraya and a pudgy Indian lady, from my novice Sherlock Holmes' type of deduction, with post parturition remaining adipose tissue probably with a toddler back home under the care of her mother, hanging behind the camera looking apprehensive. She must be an apprentice of sort or an assistant technician hoping to advance her career in the field of photo-journalism, looking anxious but trying her best to be the one to capture that special moment hoping that her one shot could change the world like the scores of classics we have been exposed to before - the classic helicopter shot leaving Saigon, of the nude young girl running aimlessly after being exposed to Agent Orange, WW2 atom bomb victims, etcetera....
Maybe, sounding chauvinistic in the comfort of my armchair, sounding politically incorrect in this time and age, I ask myself, "Why or why? What is a lady like you doing in a place like this?" The answer I would have probably got (after a tight slap) is ... something I learnt in Dewan Kindergarten in 1969.....
I had joined this kindergarten late after leaving the one near my house as they believed in corporal punishment for pre-schoolers! The teachers in the old school used to tie the tiny children's hands with strings and frighten them with lit matchsticks for mischief. In Dewan, on my first day, every child was happily singing to the tune of the Malay folk song 'Bangau Oh Bangau'. If one were to scrutinize the lyrics of the song which starts with the question of why the stork's leg are so petite, we would come to realize that everything in this world is inter-related. One cannot stand independent or oblivious of the other. No one stands alone. It is a vicious cycle. Somebody got to the dirty job for the betterment of the bigger good (if there is such a word!
Oh Bangau oh Bangau
Kenapa engkau kurus
Macam mana aku tak kurus
Ikan tidak timbul
Oh ikan oh ikan
Kenapa engkau tidak timbul
Macam mana aku nak timbul
Rumput panjang sangat
Oh rumput oh rumput
Kenapa panjang sangat
Macam mana aku tak panjang
Kerbau tak makan aku
Oh kerbau oh kerbau
Kenapa engkau tak makan rumput
Macam mana aku nak makan
Perut aku sakit
Oh perut oh perut
Kenapa engkau sakit
Macam mana aku tak sakit
Makan nasi mentah
Oh nasi oh nasi
Kenapa engkau mentah
Macam mana aku tak mentah
Kayu api basah
Ok kayu oh kayu
Kenapa engkau basah
Macam mana aku tak basah
Hujan timpa aku
Hujan oh hujan
Kenapa engkau timpa kayu
Macam mana aku tak timpa kayu
Katak panggil aku
Katak oh katak
Kenapa engkau panggil hujan
Macam mana aku tak panggil
Ular nak makan aku
Ular oh ular
Kenapa engkau kau nak makan katak
Macam mana aku tak makan katak
Memang makanan aku






Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Of wallpapers, wallflowers and flavour of the month!

Wallflowers, the band
While meeting up with a friend's father, a mid septuagenarian, who was recuperating from a major illness, his mobile phone rang. After he had completed his conversation, everyone noticed his romanticism from his mobile wallpaper. He had placed a snap of husband and wife studio pose!

Suddenly, everybody was looking at each others' gizmo. Everybody had their accusing eyes casted on my el cheapo G-less cell phone when they saw what saw. Instead of immortalizing the picture of my love of my life or the product of thereof, there was a nocturnal snapshot of Sultan Sulaiman building with its clock tower which I took during my last run! Being a good sport, I just laughed it off.

Hey, my phone wall paper is like the restaurant's flavour of the month. I change it when I get bored with the picture. Before this it was a picture of a comb, preceded by Tasmania pics, etcetera, etcetera...It is not indicative of degree of passion or lack of. I am not a PDA type of a guy (PDA = public display of affection). No one knows what goes in the mind. Everything is a mirage.

Remember, for umpteenth times, suspected gruesome murderers and child molesters have appeared in courts in full view draped in conservatively religious tunics and head gears to highlight their docile predisposition just to be sentenced guilty on all accounts. And the numerous politicians who claim to be servants of the masses just to serve their own coffers.

Here I stand alone like a wall flower.....

Monday, 11 July 2011

Malaysians Passed the Test, Brilliantly!

SUNDAY, JULY 10, 2011
M. Bakri Musa
www.bakrimusa.com
bakrimusa@juno.com

A remarkable thing happened this past weekend. To many, the event on Saturday was nothing more than a massive public demonstration that capped a long brewing confrontation between those advocating “fair and free elections” and those who deemed that our elections are already so.
As with any fight, the drama was played out long before the event, and by the time the actual battle took place, the participants had long forgotten the original issue. Instead, now the preoccupation is who blinked first, who outsmarted whom, and most of all, who lost and who won. These then become the new overriding divisive issues, eclipsing the original one.
The losers would return to their corner with their new resolve: “Next time!” And the battle continues; they never learn! There were plenty of losers this weekend but few winners. The winners may be few but their achievements scaled new heights.
To me, this weekend was one of those moments (much too frequent, I hasten to add!) that test our nation. This time however, Malaysians acquitted themselves well. The same cannot be said of the Najib administration.
If this was an academic exercise, I would grade the performance of Malaysians as represented in Bersih an “A,” while the Najib Administration flunked badly. So dismal was its performance that the Najib administration should have no recourse to a remedial course or supplemental test; expulsion is the only option.

Terrible Trajectory

I would have thought that after the debacle of 1997 with the grossly inept handling of the reformasi demonstrations, and again a decade later with HINDRAF, the UMNO government would have learned a thing or two on how to deal intelligently with dissent and public demonstrations, two inherent features of a democracy. My expectation is not unreasonable, if not heightened, considering that we are today dealing with essentially the same characters in the administration. Most of the ministers who were in power during the reformasi and HINDRAF (now dubbed Bersih 1) are still there in Najib’s cabinet.
Obviously they, individually and collectively, have a flat learning curve. They are incapable of learning. There is a clinical term for that, but since this is a lay article I will resort to street lingo: idiots.
Their flat learning curve is even more incomprehensible considering that the consequences to them were so severe. The 1997 reformasi mess resulted in Barisan being thrashed in the 1999 elections, with Najib nearly being kicked out of his safe seat in Pekan that his father had held for many years.
The price escalated with Bersih 1.0. The general elections of 2008 saw Barisan being humiliated with an unprecedented loss of its two-thirds parliamentary majority, along with five states, including two of the most developed: Penang and Selangor.
I will let readers plot the trajectory as to the consequences of this weekend’s mess should the next general elections be held soon, as is widely predicted.
The iconic image of the reformasi debacle was of former Deputy Prime Minister Anwar’s battered face; that of Bersih1.0 was of Information Minister Zainuddin Maidin frothing at the mouth, babbling incoherently in front of the international news media trying to justify his government’s brutal suppression of its people. It was a classic demonstration of that uniquely Malay mental malady, latah (verbal diarrhea). It was also a display of amok, another peculiarly Malay affliction, albeit in this case only of the oral variety.
The iconic image of Bersih 2.0 was refreshing; that of its leader Ambiga Sreenivasan, former Bar Council President, serenely leaving the Istana after an audience with the King. The symbolism could not be overstated, for the Najib Administration had earlier declared her organization illegal! Only those retarded would miss the message, and they are precisely the types we are dealing with here.

Winners and Losers
My award for courage and excellence in Berseh 2.0 goes to those brave Malay masses who defied their government, their imams, and the party that had long proclaimed and presumed to speak on their behalf. In taking a very active part in a movement led predominantly by non-Malays, those Malays showed that they are no longer trapped by tribalism; they had escaped the clutches of chauvinism. There is now no going back.
This significant milestone is not acknowledged, much less appreciated. However, leaders who ignore this do so at their peril. For aspiring Malay leaders, it is now no longer enough for you to display your nationalistic zeal or ethnic instincts. You have to articulate the issues that matter most to the Malay masses: fairness, honesty, and justice, in elections and on other issues. I would also add competence. Those incidentally are also the concerns of all Malaysians.
Yes, there was a time when you could garner Malay support by justifying that the victims of your corruption, injustices and unfairness were non-Malays. Those days are now long gone; get used to it! Malays now realize that while in the past those victims may be mostly non-Malays, today they are increasingly Malays too.
The comforting corollary to my observation is that those capable non-Malay leaders would be assured of Malay support, if they were to address the central issues facing the masses.
Yes, Bersih 2.0 had strong non-Malay support especially abroad. Unanswered is whether a similar movement with equally noble objectives but with predominantly Malay leadership would garner the same enthusiastic support from non-Malays. If reformasi was any indication, the answer would be a reassuring yes.
I am especially heartened by the responses of Malay NGO leaders like Marina Mahathir. When Najib, and others who took their cue from him, began demonizing Ambiga by maliciously injecting ugly racial and religious accusations, Marina unambiguously and passionately defended Ambiga. Marina was of course all smiles and gentleness, as is the traditional halus (fine) Malay way, but there was no disguising her contempt for such odious tactics and their purveyors.
The biggest loser was of course the Najib Administration, specifically Najib and his fellow UMNO ministers. Their inanity was typified by Home Minister Hishammuddin complimenting the police for keeping the peace and stability. Yes, with the streets blockaded, stores closed, and citizens bludgeoned – the ‘peace’ and ‘stability’ of a prison “lockdown.” That was KL all week leading to last Saturday.
The conspicuous silence of other Barisan leaders was noted; that reflected solidarity not out of courage but cowardice. In contrast, even UMNO Youth defied Najib in declaring that it too would stage a counter demonstration.
Despite its defiance, UMNO Youth was also the loser, together with that ultra-Malay organization led by has-been politicians and past-their-peak professors, Perkasa. Good thing that the government had banned their leaders from KL; at least they had a ready excuse for their dismal performance.
The list of losers is long; there is little merit in mentioning more except for just this one, and I do so with profound sadness. A few weeks before the event, all the mosques in Kuala Lumpur, including the National Mosque, were warning their Friday prayer congregants of the evilness of those who led Bersih 2.0 and the sin that would befall those who would participate in it.
At a time when our community is divided, as with this central issue of fair and free elections, I would expect our ulamas and religious leaders to be our healers, to bring us together, to be the balm to our collective wounds. Instead they became only too willing instruments of the state with their canned state-issued sermons demonizing those who saw merit in the objectives of Bersih 2.0.
Obviously to the thousands of Malays who took part in Bersih 2.0, including one particular old man in his jubbah who had to be helped to walk, those characters cloaked in their flowing robes standing at their mimbar every Friday noon are less pious ulamas to be revered but more propagandists for the state to be defied. They may be Imams, but to the thousands who took part in Berseh 2.0 last Saturday, they are carma imams, to borrow National Laureate Samad Said’s term. Carma is the Malay contraction of cari makan, seeking a living. Idiomatically it refers to those who prostituted their honored craft or profession.
Those GI Imams (Government-issued) have flunked their test; there is no remedial course for them either. That is one of the great casualties of last Saturday’s event. For those carma imams, there is no corner they can return to or hide in.

Sunday, 10 July 2011

RRF to PPSP: Ep 2

Episode 2: Racial Polarization

University is the epitome of racial polarization in the country. That I found out upon entry to varsity. Everything else follows as this cream of society is destined to lead the rest of the country whose citizen would naturally follow the ideology of their leaders who have been soaked up growing in a soup of racial discrimination.  

University Sains Malaysia (USM) Medical School (PPSP in Malay) started its pioneer batch of students in 1981. Hence, I was in the third set of guinea pigs taught in a new medical education format based on the curriculum modelled by MacMasters Medical School in Hamilton, Canada. It was said that everyone was watching with eyes wide open, in curiosity and possibly for ridicule, its outcome as the system is said to challenge the tradition method of teaching in a medical school.

The enrollment of our class was 96 (after the final adjustments, more later). Admission to the school was via 2 modes- Matriculations (Pre-University course for privileged few) and STPM (A levels in public schools). The standards between this two are like comparing apples and oranges - no compare. Matriculation students are handpicked from the remaining pool of Bumi talent after the creme-ala-creme have been shipped off to represent the country in foreign country with Government-sponsored scholarships. The non-Bumi representative (less than 10%)is predominantly the offspring of those born with a silver spoon or massive political connections. These students are tested on a 6-month semester (then forget about it and concentrate on their next) basis. The mortals like us burn our butts, squeezing 2 years curricula in 18 months just to sit for the easily most difficult examination on planet Earth marked by unknown examiners! 

At the Matriculation course, the playing field is not level. The Non-Bumis are there just as an eyewash. The whole ideology of Matriculation is just to churn a lump of mush to something presentable for the university to them to professionals to meet the Government's social re-structuring. Even in the final exams, when the Bumi student scores 11As of 14As, he is declared the best student through some dubious criteria when there were loads of Non-Bumis obtaining all 14As. In our course of study, the non-Bumis from Matriculation remained aloof on controversies around them but stuck on to their purpose in life - to graduate with a medical degree at the end of the day.

100% of Bumi students (79 in number) in my medical were Matriculation graduates. A handful of them were open-minded and aware of the birds, bees, critical thinking, and could share jokes commonly enjoyed by young adults! Unfortunately, the majority of them were walking zombies. They appear to be draped in Middle eastern desert long tunics with unimaginative colours (both male and female). Speaking English seem alien with unwitting mixing of tenses and gender, e.g. he is having monthly periods!
All Bumi students, rich or poor, were financed by the Government obtained PSD scholarships, 100%. Whilst the mortals, the nons, toil the hot sun to queue to pay our university tuition fees, the bumis would just zoom past in their 650cc bikes. And they wonder why 1-Malaysia cannot be achieved!
Of the remaining 16 non-Bumis in PPSP, 8 were from STPM whilst the rest were from matriculation.
With a motley crew of medical students flocked together in an experiment to prove to the world that their untested system will work, with our future on the chopping block, we, the STPM batch of students, basically spent the good of the first year pondering upon the quality of healers we would be. Or will we just be shamans or kahunas with all mumbo-jumbo happening around us?         

                                        
N.B. In the '80s, when TV tele-serials were in their infancy, and the terrestrial TVs were the only option available, everybody knew all famous, exciting TV shows in all languages. The original 'Shanghai Beach' to the tune of Frances Yip used to echo in the corridors of RRF and was a personal favourite friend of mine, YGC, who used to hum it in class! Even Sudirman and Noor Kumalasari sang it on TV. Talk about spontaneous national integration.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Aaah! I already know that!

Sometimes when you tell something which is good cum advice to people, it is often taken in the wrong sense even if the teller does it with a pure heart and pure of intentions. In fact, it may be construed as meddling, being jealous or being just simply irritating. You will soon make it to their list of people who they dislike or just blocked on Facebook!
Swami Nithyananda the Holy Scandalous
Only when someone draped in saffron robe tells them the same thing in a different tone and laced with pseudo-religious words do they do see the light. Or if a shrink, who blames your deprived inner childhood sexual desires for everything from short stature to inability to prosper in your life, dittos your advice.
Take home message is just keep your mouth shut. Everybody already knows everything. It is all stacked up inside their memory bank. It needs someone of authority or commands respect to open their inner eye or knock some sense into them. Being the good friend or human being that you want to be, you just do not have the heart to see the person rot into oblivion without giving your two sen worth of sense. But then, it is karma, it is karma...
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round...♪♫♪►
The famous request before the performance in front of the Queen of England  in November 1963: "For our last number, I'd like to ask for your help. The people in the cheaper seats, clap your hands. And the rest of you just rattle your jewellery!"

When two tribes go to war...