Thursday, 19 June 2014

All born evil?

I heard of a theory put forward by a psychologist recently that we are all born evil! Deep inside we are born, not as clean slate but as a chalice of evil overflowing through our every orifices. Of course these helplessly cute tots are not able to perform any of their evil deeds because of the sheer size and incoordination. The psychologist, however, propose that upbringing is the one that modifies these literally 'inner demons' to be doing things acceptable in the society. The caregivers guide us through our daily guidances to mould us to be useful members of the society, to conform to what is accepted as norm. The social etiquette and logical reciprocal course of reaction to any action is engrained into us through repetitive conditioning. This Pavlovian reaction helps to maintain sanity and ensures that even the weak and downtrodden get their place in the sun.
Come a moment of desperation, a mob, famine or pain, these inner demons will come to fore. They will be exposed in full glory to ensure that their hosts come out tops. It is called the survival of the fittest. So niceties are only preserved for peace time. Your forever smiling pleasant neighbour may just turn against you when the situation is ripe and the instigating environment warrants it to. Beware!


Wednesday, 18 June 2014

35-year-old unsolved murder: The killing of a beauty queen

Rashitha Abdul Hamid

http://www.theantdaily.com/Hot-Topics/35-year-old-murder-mystery-The-killing-of-a-beauty-queen-Part-1/;Part 2

KUALA LUMPUR: It had all the ingredients of a sensational murder case: a former beauty queen, a love triangle and a fatal stabbing in a parked car. All these came to a head on the night of April 6, 1979, in a secluded underpass off the Federal Highway.

This is the Jean Perera Sinnappa murder, one that probably stands out among all others for its news value, and which would probably have been investigated quite differently by today’s forensics technology. But even today, those who followed the case still wonder whether the accused, S. Karthigesu, who was convicted but was later freed, actually did it.

Interestingly, all Malaysians connected directly to the case have passed on, except for Karthigesu and the investigating officer Datuk Ramli Yusuff. “They are all dead; the judge, members of the jury, the prosecuting officer. Only Karthigesu and I are alive,” Ramli, now 65, tells The Heat in a recent interview.

Ramli rose to the rank of Bukit Aman Commercial Crimes Investigation Department director before he retired. He himself was subjected to a court hearing when he was charged with failure to declare ownership of company shares and interest in two properties. He was however acquitted by the High Court in November 2011.

At the peak of her career, the vivacious and curvaceous Jean won beauty contests in Negri Sembilan and Selangor and was a Miss Malaysia first runner-up. She became a celebrity of sorts and later married chemist Sinnappa Sivapakiam, with whom she had three children. After leaving the beauty pageant scene, Jean became a teacher at Sekolah Sultan Abdul Samad in Petaling Jaya, and according to those who knew her, was a dedicated one.

Her husband tragically died in a road accident near Jalan 222, Petaling Jaya, on New Year’s eve in 1978.

Jean, who was also in the car, was flung out of the vehicle but survived with minor injuries. The night before the accident, her husband had told her to make herself “the most beautiful girl” for a romantic night out.

As fate would have it, four months later, the beautiful 31-year-old widow met her end. She was found stabbed to death in her car, a white Fiat 125, while her brother-in-law S. Karthigesu was found lying on the ground near it, seemingly semi-conscious. Jean, who was clad in a colourful saree, was stabbed 10 times in the chest.

After 35 years, a sensational trial that was covered to its fullest in all newspapers, and after countless theories on the murder, the case remains unsolved, and police never found a single piece of evidence that could positively identify the killer. Even the murder weapon was never discovered despite an intensive search of the crime scene.

The investigators of the most sensational murder case of its time took almost four months to close the investigation papers. Karthigesu, who was arrested on April 26, was charged with Jean’s murder on May 9.

Jean’s murder was documented by the Crime & Investigation Network in collaboration with the National Film Development Board (Finas) in 2012 and the documentary, Jean Perera The Beauty Queen Murder was aired on Astro channel 732 on Dec 20, 2012.

The producers tried to interview Jean’s brother, Brian Perera, and her daughter, who is a lawyer, but understandably both of them declined and expressed they wish to stay away from any publicity pertaining to the tragedy.

The Jean Perera Sinnappa murder was the first case to be tried in a Malaysian court on circumstantial evidence and extra judicial confession. The prosecutors had it made when a witness revealed an incriminating outburst by the accused, and that led to his conviction. But in a bizarre twist, the witness later admitted he lied and was jailed. The Heat spoke to the case’s investigating officer Datuk Ramli Yusuff.

For Ramli, who was then a Senior Investigation Officer, it was “just another routine murder case” if not for the fact that she was a beauty queen.

“I was on 24-hour duty on the day the murder happened. I was at Taman Tun Dr Ismail investigating another case when I received a call from the Petaling Jaya police headquarters informing me about the incident,” Ramli says.

He was told that two staff members of Malaysia Airlines had lodged a report claiming they found a woman dead in a car at a secluded underpass off the Federal Highway, some 5km from the Sultan Abdul Aziz Shah Airport (now known as Skypark Terminal).

“When I arrived at the scene, I was surprised to find a man lying face down but still breathing. He kept murmuring something which I could not understand. I decided to send him to University Hospital (now Universiti Malaya Medical Centre) for treatment.”

The man was later identified as Jean’s brother-in-law and lover, Karthigesu Sivapakiam, a psychology lecturer at the Special Teachers Training Institute in Cheras. It was reported they were planning to tie the knot but during the trial, a priest with the Our Lady of Lourdes Church in Klang, Rev Edward Soosai, said neither Jean nor Kathigesu applied to the church to register their marriage.

After the loss of her husband, Jean and her three children, son Damendra and daughters Rohini and Malini lived with her mother-in-law and Karthigesu. The two were believed to have fallen in love with each other and decided to marry.

According to Ramli, Jean’s murder was one of a kind as it was the first in Malaysian judicial history where a suspect was convicted on circumstantial evidence and extra judicial confession.

Karthigesu, 37, who was the sole suspect in the murder, was sentenced to death by the High Court after a 38 day trial. However, he was sensationally freed when a prosecution witness, Bandhulanda Jayathilake, who was a friend of the family, came forward four days later and admitted he had lied to the court about Karthigesu having said to him that“the bitch did not deserve to live”.

Jayathilake was jailed 10 years for perjury, and died two years into incarceration. As for Karthigesu, he walked out of jail a free man on May 20, 1981 after spending two years, one month and four days in prison.

Ramli explained why the police had zoomed in on Karthigesu. The lecturer, when questioned by the police, claimed he had stopped the car along the road side to ease himself while returning home after having dinner with Jean at Abad Century Hotel in Petaling Jaya.

“He said he was hit from behind while easing himself and he fell to the ground and could not remember what had transpired,” Ramli says.

He says he came suspicious because there were no obvious signs of injuries on Karthigesu and there was no sign or smell of urine at the location where he was said to have eased himself.

Because of those doubts, Ramli detained Karthigesu to assist in the investigation to find out the truth. A few days after the arrest, Ramli said Karthigesu led him and his team to his house in Klang where they carried out a full search for evidence.

Here, Ramli found the first of his circumstantial evidence – a bag full of love letters to Jean, and some written by her but were not posted to the person intended.

“There were almost 20 letters in the bag, mostly written by Dr Narada Warnasurya to Jean. She had met him at a function in YMCA in Brickfields during his visits to Malaysia in September 1978,” Ramli says.

He adds that if Jean had an affair with Narada then, and the intense letters suggested so, it meant she had been unfaithful to her husband who was still alive then.

Karthigesu’s love towards Jean may have turned into hatred when he found one of the letters in Jean’s bag but did not question her on the matter. It was heard in court that he held a grudge and was waiting for the right time to take revenge.

In one of the letters, Narada discussed plans to marry Jean, including converting to Islam so he could have more than one wife. This also probably triggered Karthigesu’s anger and jealousy. Narada, however, refused to come to Malaysia to assist police investigation and the trial.

As the investigation officer of the most high profile case of that time, Ramli said he remembered the content of every one of those letters. “They were very intimate, and it is not proper to publicise them for public consumption.”

Could a love triangle between Jean, Kartigesu and Narada have led to the tragedy? That, at least, was the crux of the prosecution’s case. It was, however, bogged down by lack of supporting evidence to link it to the murder.

Ramli said: “Although police managed to track down his location with the help of Sri Lankan government and police, Narada refused to come down to attend the court hearing which took 38 days.”

Narada himself had a press statement issued later to say that nothing he had to say would have helped in the case anyway. To him, his evidence would have brought more pain to the family.

On whether they could have pursued the matter with Jayathilake on whether he knew more than he admitted, Ramli said he did not, as the man had been sentenced to jail for perjury. Did Jayathilake actually suffer from a conscience attack, or did he speak the truth the first time?

Nobody will ever know now.

Who killed Jean Perera Sinappa?

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Those were the days....

Thanks SK for the contribution. The bygone era can only live in our memories. Oh, how we yearn for good old days to come back again. The reality is that it would not. The best we can do is to savour the joy of today so that when tomorrow comes and only memories of today are in our mind, we can tell ourselves that we lived yesterday to the fullest. Other alternative? Keep brooding for yesterday and for today which would be tomorrow's yesterday.....

Wong Peng Soon was our favourite badminton player

Ghani Minat was our favourite soccer hero

Rose Chan was our favourite entertainer.

You are not cool if you do not have a long side burn, greasy hair (held together by Brylcream) with a floppy "bun" infront. Then you are either an Elvis fan or a Cliff (Richard) fan. You cannot be neutral.
Films by P Ramlee always enjoyed by all Malaysians. How can we forget classics like Do-Re-Mi and Bujang Lapok, and seeing P Ramlee dueting with Saloma on "Gelora", aaaaah ... that was something else.

Because we reared Siamese fighting fishes, the seller was our idol.

Driving license renewal was by pasting an additional slip at the back of a small red booklet



Susu lembu was house delivered by our big friendly and strong Bahiii ............. on his bicycle in a stainless steel container. The container cap served as a funnel.

Kacang puteh man came a-peddling, walking and balancing on his head 6 compartments of different type of murukus ...and we barter our old exercise books for a paper cone of kacang putih.

We can enjoy monthly credit "facilities" from our friendly neighbourhood sundry shop by using the little "555" book. This was the "credit card" of the day.

F&N orange was served in wooden crates and displayed on the table in the homes during Chinese New Year.

M&M 's was called Treets ..

Eating chicken was a treat that happened only once on Chinese New Year and once on "Chap Goh Meh", Deepavali, Christmas or Hari Raya.

We always carried in our pocket a packet of fire crackers during the Chinese New Year.

We always carry a one ringgit note at night in case we are stopped by a mata-mata (policeman) for not having tail lights on our bicycles.

One noodle 'chow kway teow' cost 30 sen and we bring our own egg.

One 'roti canai' cost 15 sen and one banana for 5 sen.

We bought bangkali bread from the Indian roti man who paddled his bicycle around the neighbourhood with the familiar ringing sound from his bicycle.

Sometimes we bought cold storage bread wrapped in wax paper. Spread the bread with butter and kaya wrap with the wax paper (even newspaper) and take to school.

Crop crew cut by the travelling Indian or Hockchew barber; 30 sen a haircut, all the way to the top. Reason?.. easy to dry when curi swimming.

During weekends, went swimming in the river, no swimming trunks, only birthday suits. No one laugh at you whether your "kuku bird" is small, crooked, etc.

On Sunday morning, listened to Kee Huat Radio's "Fantastic Facts and Fancies", and Saturday, "Top of the Pops", both hosted by DJ Patrick Teoh who always ended his show with, "Here's wishing you blue skies."

Monday, 16 June 2014

Priorities change with time....

Blue Is the Warmest Colour (a.k.a La Vie d'Adèle – Chapitres 1 & 2; French)
Screenplay & Direction: Abdellatif Kechiche 

Pubescent girls in the third world are struggling with being able to attend classes, trying to release themselves from forced arranged child marriages, starvation and malnutrition, being victimised as persona non grata by medieval man made laws and suppressive traditions. Here, in the modern French society they have long ago encountered, survived and successfully left these worries to rot in their past. Even then, man being man, are still dogged with other problems.
This multiple award winning French film, made by a Tunisian born French director had been lambasted the world by subordinates and film critiques; the subordinates over working conditions - but once the film started collecting accolades, they relented; the critiques for its overtly graphic depiction of acts of passion.
Having surpassed all their third world counterparts' woes, French girls have other stresses to handle. The coming of age film of a 18 year old Adèle shows a rather unhappily confused high school student. Even though she has the liberty to move around and dress as she pleases, there is something to she cannot seem to put her hand on. She has a loving working class family, she smokes, she drinks and has occasional sexual trysts, something is still missing. That was, until she was kissed by her mate and she liked it. About the same time, she is smitten by a undergraduate girl, Emma, who is openly lesbian.
It slowly develops into a full fledged love affair which carried on a couple of years. It does not stand the test of time as Adèle starts two timing as she finds herself inadequate in the company of Emma's intellectual friends.
It is intriguing to fathom why Emma is so upset about infidelity. After all they seem to have broken all man made law- premarital, extramarital unions, hedonism, acts against laws of nature and so on, so what is it in a bit of infidelity?
Putting all that high moral aside, the film can actually praised for its artistic expression of two individuals deeply in love and the surreal depiction of the uncertainties of young girls who not only have to secure a future for themselves and find the primal need in all of us called love!

P/S: Growing up in Malaysia in the 70s, I was convinced by the propaganda news portals and the powers that be that we, Malaysia, were special. We were told that we were the only melting pot of potpourri of cultures living harmoniously under the single flag. Only in the fall of 1994, was I convinced that it was all hogwash. The whole world is a melting pot of cultures. There is no such thing as a homogenous society any more. The world is borderless. Take this film for example. See how easy this Tunisian born blends in the French society, language and share the French values.

Sunday, 15 June 2014

The dark world of boxing

Body and Soul (1947)

Before there was Raging Bull, Champ and Rocky series, there was 'Body and Soul'. It was played fantastically by John Garfield, the darling of the noirs and the pioneer of anti-heroes.
Besides Garfield's acting, the film is also commendable for its then advanced technique of filming of a live event, which set the mood well for the final clash.
We get a glimpse of William Conrad, who used to be famous in Malaysian TV in the 70s for the fat PI 'Cannon' and 'Jake and the Fatman' in the 90s, here thinner.
Even though the movie appears to be depicting the evils of the world of boxing, betting and how it is controlled by the mob, deep below the surface, it takes a swipe at the evils of capitalism. It shows how the lure of money clouds the mind of the young who feels that acquiring wealth is testimony of doing well in life. One fails to see the devastation done in the process of doing so, the heartaches, the broken hearts and morality lost.
In fact, most of those involved in the production of this movie, Garfield, wife, screenwriter and director were all later hurled by the US Government for suspected communists activities during the McCarthy era.
A young pugilist gets a deal to show his boxing skills. Along the way, when he was a small guy, he had his mother, his best buddy and his girl. As he climbed the ladder of success which was actually paved by a group of apparently good intentioned individuals, so he thinks, he loses his friendship, his love and self respect. He hangs around characters who are only eyeing his money and their share of their loot as he wins more and more matches. He even has to throw away fights so that mob can earn some money.
As in any good movie, the hero comes to his senses. He realises that there is more things at stake when you give away fights - your dignity, pride and the hope of all who look up at you, not just the prize money!

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Warped morality, you say?

You contract something that smells like a sexually acquired communicable disease. You get it treated by your trustworthy friendly doctor, and you get back into the hype of things. As a responsible modern meterosexual individual, what is expected of you?

Your moral conscious would bug you to rummage through your old faithful little black book to sieve through the contact your ex-es to inform them of your predicament and advise them to sort out the issue. Perhaps they had caught a bug or two during the good old days, they way we were! Sometimes, your duty does not end there, but you may be needed to arrange an appointment with your doctor and even accompany her to such a visit.

Imagine the awkward scenario where you accompany your ex into the doctor's consultation room, and you feel like a fly on the wall whilst the doctor rattles off enquiring about your ex's recent extra-curricular activities, and he is not talking about her training for next half marathon! Sometimes, you have the urge to immerse yourself into the mirage world of your smartphone but social etiquette intervenes.

Hey, the modern man would say that is how a modern man should behave. He has to take responsibility for his actions and is his moral duty to inform the receiving party of possible exposure to something sinister. Moral duty you say but is it morally right to leave a part of you all over the place akin to a member of the canine species marking his territory? Morality, my foot!

We are just inventory?