Bukit Mertajam "Teemeethi"...

Teemeethi translated "Walk the fire," is the name given to a Hindu religious festival by the locals. It's a mini Thaipusam but with a difference. Yearly, there are two grand festivals in Bukit Mertajam. One is the St.Anne's feast and the other is Teemeethi.

Teemeethi is celebrated in the all famous Hindu Mariamman Temple in Bukit Merjtam where my late grandfather, some seventy years ago resided as President of the temple. These 2 events, are unique in Malaysia for they attract thousands of people from all over the world.

I know you won't believe in this. And these two festivities are not listed anywhere in any tour guide booklets or phamplets.

Teemeethi starts with the morning kavadi bearers carrying purified 'milk' kavadis balanced on their heads whilst walking to renounce they penance to the temple. Towards noon, the man-made grand wooden Chariot pulled by scores of devotees and pilgrims leaves the Mariamman Temple for its annual procession.

Scores of crowd, Hindus and the Chinese throng the streets to pay vows and homage to goddess Mariamman. The breaking of coconuts in hundreds and offerings fill the air as the goddess is perambulated around the town of Bukit Mertajam.

Towards the evening, as the wooden chariot takes it final turn back to the temple, motley adored peacock decked kavadis follow the chariot onwards to the temple fulfilling their last penance and vows. Many kavadi bearers will brave and walk the hot coal to end their trance and long fastings.

As night falls, the day ends with lots of singing and dancing, whilst Lord Murugan in his colour decorated chariot with blinking neon and tungsten lights is taken for his annual night tour of the town.

Teemeethi is a grand and an old festival or carnival of Bukit Mertajam and yet it is eclipsed away from publicity. Why?

I'm serving a 1 year period of mourning so any religious festivities are 'out of bound'.

Men...are always happy people

Extracted - from an Email.

Our last name stays put.
The garage is all ours.
Wedding plans take care of itself.
Chocolate is just another snack.
Cannot get pregnant.
Car mechanics tell us the truth.
We don't stop and think which way to screw a nut or bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
None stare at our chest when we're talking.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle our feet.
One mood, same mood all the time.
Phone conversations are done and over in 30 seconds flat.
We know stuff about tanks and engines.
A five-day vacation needs only a suitcase.
We can open all can and jars.
We get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
Our underwear are $6.95 for three.
One pair of of shoes is enough for all occasion.
We can never have strap problems.
We don't see creases or wrinkles on our clothes.
Everything on our face stays its original colour.
Same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
If hate hairstyle, we go bald.
We don't have to shave if we don't want to.
We can play with toys all our lives.
One wallet, one colour for all seasons.
We can wear shorts of any colour no matter how our legs look.
We can do our nails with our teeth in public.
We have freedom of choice growing a moustache or goatee.
We can shop for 25 relatives in 24 minutes.

No wonder we're happier.

Earth Day...

Today is Earth Day... Frankly, I don't know what that means and neither does any one.

We keep drumming all this "Earth Day" thing year after year ...but yet we go all length damaging the only breathable planet we have.

How many more reminders do we need to REMIND ourselves on issues such as saving the Earth, Recycle, No burning, No dumping into our rivers, Ozone depletion, to separate plastic from glass e.t.c. e.t.c ?

Maybe, all of us should move and start living on the Moon. From there, we can "jetsam and flotsam" our garbage away.

Happy Earth Day folks.

Down and Out...

This in one of those days the body gives way to heavy coughing, fever and URTI.

I just can't concentrate on anything less sleep which I so crave since the body is unwilling to work beyond even in normal capacity.

I guess my adrenalin have overshot its dose and the extra stock is depleting.

Muscle fatigue had taken over me and is eating its way in.

I can't read even the papers or write out my blog. Thinking capabilities are now near drained.

Simply : I NEED REST.

c ye wen i c ye.

Taj Mahal....

(pic courtesy of an FB buddy)

The Taj Mahal, built a dedication, made a tourist splendour, factually a mausoleum - a wonder amongst the seven, is visited daily by tourist from all over the world except the Indians. Indians hardly visit the Taj. I've no idea why but if my guess is correct, the entrance fee to the Taj is exorbitant for an average Indian. If at all it is affordable, the Indians still would not visit it because it's deemed a white elephant. For your info, the entrance fee to visit the The Taj is something like Rps750. That's the average wage income of an Indian. Or maybe, Indians have seen and heard of the The Taj all too much which makes it a no "big deal" affair. Lately, a friend of mine visited the Taj and came back to tell its wonder and share pictures of this magnificent mausoleum. I guess The Taj is the only "sarcophagus" in the world with exquisite beauty. If you should know, the tombs of both Shah Jahan and Mumtaz are NOT embedded inside the Taj. It is outside in a dry well. So much for visiting the Taj Mahal.

Anyway, I wasn't amazed of the stories and pictures because I've heard all these stories before. But I was kinda elated that she went to visit the Taj and all. Not many do that nowadays. Taj Mahal (pronounced Mehal) is INDEED a wonder. No doubt. I've yet to visit this mausoleum, and with that I here disqualify my self from writing anything about it until I make that one trip to Agra.

But then, behold, guys like me who have been places don't just visit the Taj to ogle at its wonder. I have other plans for The Taj.

No interior photography is allowed in The Taj and that security is kinda tight. That's one part of the reason why I have taken it upon myself to challenge the odds, go into the Taj, take pictures, publish them on YouTube or something.

On a serious note: Taj Mahal SHOULD NOT be in India. India does not deserve the Taj. It should be somewhere like a million miles away from where it is now. The saying "never give monkey flowers" befits what I meant of the above as SHOULD NOT.

I've time on my hands to wait and bite. The Taj ain't gonna go nowhere at this present point of time. I'll make this trip by hook or crook and ensure I make those dumb Indians eat and swallow their own words. Now....lets get back to the Taj.

I've listed below stories I've heard and listened of the Taj. Some are funny, some bloody patriotic and some sheer foolish.

"You should go and see the might of our race. The Taj is a wonder." {the Taj is not a race wonder. It is just a blithering fool's wonder period.}

"The stones they use to build..wow...I wonder where they got them? so beautiful." {true, but where did these stones come from?}

"The compound is so big...huge..amazing." {Yea, sure it is big, else the fee of Rps750 would be a rip-off}Stories and quips like this go on and on but still I'm not fazed or moved.

"You know if you born a Hindu, you should go see the Taj before you die." {What a crap statement. Even a blind donkey should visit}

These are the comments I've heard over the years. Even my late father (visited India four times in his lifetime) had too comments of the Taj. But one story, got me rooted to the idea of visiting The Taj. I'll come back to that at the end of this blog.

I've seen exterior photographs of the Taj but few of its beauty from the interior. To understand Taj Mahal's myth, one needs to know the history of the half-wit morons who ruled compassion craved India during cavemen times to understand each carvings depicted and implicated on the walls of The Taj.

The question I always ask of myself...what ruler would build a monument then turn it into a mausoleum and byway honour such a colossal architecture to his so-called consort - Mumtaz. (third wife). I even heard Mumtaz was not her real name. This Shah Jahan - Mumtaz story is just too superficial. Too dumb to be true. There is something else hidden and the Indians don't wana reveal it. History is always distorted to accommodate. By the way, Mumtaz died after giving birth to her 14th child - a girl. Shah Jahan's yardstick for India's population boom.

The story goes - The Taj Mahal began construction a year after Mumtaz died - 1631 and completed in 1653. For 21 years, how is it that only a few talked about the construction but most spoke glory of the completion. Equally baffled. The world in the years mid 1600s and 50 years down, none really spoke of the Taj. It just does not make sense. The other reason why there aren't much stories is - most builders of the Taj were either murdered, limbs amputated or tongues cut-off. Why? Was the moron Shah Jahan a cruel Mogul beast? He could not have done so because he was counting prison bars during the final stages of the completion of the Taj, so the story goes. He was caged and confined with only a window view of the Taj and daily would gaze at its construction. I wonder if he fell in love with Mumtaz or the Taj.

Quote, "I do not believe the Taj was built by Shah Jahan or who ever this mad ancient dork was. That monument was already there even before this particular dork was born" Unquote.

Shah Jahan's story can be construed to a Malaysian sadist romeo a few thousands years from now out of the blue dedicating the Twin Towers to his 11th wife or something....

So much for distorted stories. Now back to what I was getting at. I know for a fact the Taj itself has a vast labyrinth of rooms and pathways hidden beneath its structure. I was told it can be seen on any day. All these rooms are sealed closed. None can enter. Many pleaded to the Late Indira Gandhi to have these rooms opened. But failed. Why?

What is hidden in those rooms? I was even told if the rooms were opened to the public, a civil / race war would start. More so, the history of the Taj would be dumped away like thrash. India might loose its fleecing revenue. The Taj's history could re-written just like our Malaysian history full of non-evidence bunkum crap.

There have been stories of the Taj being built way before 1632 by way of carbon dating and proofing taken from the woodwork from the Taj. I even read the Taj was called Mahaleyo - a Shiva Temple before Shah Jahan claimed it his own. More distortion. Hahaha...What a lame farce and people are crowding to this "white elephant" daily to ogle and amaze at its foolish wonder.

I should embark on a short sojourn to Agra and come back with pictures of the Taj. This is a daunting task but I shall do it as the way I say it here.

Until we meet again on this topic...

Eateries....

Have you been to a road-side stall or to an eatery along the five-foot path or are you the fine-dining type?


Or for not asking too much, are you the type of person who shuns shanty make-shift teh-tarik stalls?


Well! No one is going to blame you for the place you choose to eat or drink but before you go into a restaurant or a stall, do you ponder to choose which one to go for or aimlessly walk into one irrespective of where it is or what they sell?


Now, here's the thing I'm getting at. Okay.......! Imagine this scenario.


There are ten stalls, all lined up like pretty maids in a row. All the stalls sell just about the same roti-canai, roti banjir, teh tarik, nescaper O, nasi lemak + ayam and so on and so forth. If you are a Malaysian, you should know the menu list better than you can remember your birth date.


Still at the same scenario, of all the ten stalls, only one or two will be the crowd puller. The others will be chasing flies. Have you noticed that?


My question : Why does everyone walk into the same stall no matter what they sell or how the food taste while the others are shunned?


Why is it that the same restaurant is frequented and not others no matter how jam-packed it is.


Why don't the other stalls get customers? What's so special about this particular one that makes people frequent but not the others?


You ever ask your yourself these questions? The food may be below par but this particular eatery will be the most popular amongst all the others.


I can argue of the above scenario until the donkeys come back home for I know it is true. My friend and I use to sell nasi-lemak and kuih by the roadside. Almost every customer would prefer not to patronise my stall but the others. My customers are always the regular ones while the other gets customers even from Timbuktu.


My nasi-lemak days are now over. Lucky me, I found a 9 to 5 job.


Hmmm!

Rituals and more rituals...

Why do we ritualize ourselves with rituals? Ritual this, ritual that and ritual all that bloody that.
Seems like we're govern by rituals else we may be living in a topsy-turvydom society.

We've rituals for every occasion. Bathing a cow deems a ritual. A delivery boy buys a 2nd hand dilapidated kapchai, a prayer ritual is done. A coconut falls into the bedroom of a newly-wed couple, a ritual by both the in-laws is quickly performed so that the next time the coconut would fall like one mile away irrespective in which direction the wind blows. God have mercy on the coconut.

Seems like we are suckers for rituals - marriage rituals, death rituals, new born rituals, naming rituals, circumcision rituals, coming-of-age rituals, kenduri rituals, ceremonials rituals, entity rituals, ritual to kill another ritual ritual ....Oh god! the list goes on like donkey's years. Build a public toilet, also got ritual. Why not? They have grand opening ceremonies for public toilets.

I take a bet, if Barcelona wins the champions league, some dork is going to throw a ritual somewhere in Malaysia and kenduri the entire 'kampung' and call the TheSun to cover the news or TV3 - 'Jual Heboh.'

Grandma breaks a leg there is a ritual so that she won't break her other leg. Grandma sits and breaks a chair or stool, there is a ritual so that she won't sit anymore. There goes the grandma. Dad gets a bonus of RM50, immediately the family throws a ritual, so that he gets more RM50. The RM50 is spent on the ritual, kenduri, new clothes and a new rayban. Jealous neighbour thinking - How can he get so 'much' money? Two days later neighbour throws a ritual to curse upon the RM50 ritual.

The neighbour's boy peeps at the girl opposite his house, a ritual is called for so that the girl responds to the stare. After a week or two when she responds back (make sure she does), then wow soon-to-come son-in-law engagement rituals in on the cards. If any of the family member were to kick the bucket, then a ritual to fend off the earlier ritual is done to clear the feng-shui.

Postman brings a telegram, that same evening a read-the-contents ritual is done. Someone comes bringing bad news, a brutal ritual is done to kill the messenger by way of accident or illness. You have no idea what more rituals they've hidden away to surprise the times. A whole kampung is called to party so that all the boys can meet all the girls and end up boy-meet-girl get-together, a ritual is feasted. Siting at home don't know what to do, no job no money, throw a ritual.

Oh Boy...things they can cook and come up with...!

Gosh.. Come to my country la...we are very much friendly ritual related.

Wherela they get all these rituals? Aiyoooo.....
White-man society have fewer ritual than us...White-man dumb izzit?

Why are we so like dumb-dumb one and make all things sacred?

If you're to dissect the rituals accordingly to the races in Malaysia, one calender year is just not enough.

For one thing I do know for sure, given the chance, if one percent of their belief is negative immediately a ritual is thrown. Never mind if the 99.9% is a good omen. Many believe rituals are the 'modem' and 'internet' to make peace with Hell and to make the Gods happy or to put it in another way, all for the sake of good tidings.

The Malays, the Hindus and the Malaysian Chinese are so God damn superstitious. I mean, did something ever happen like Jurassic years ago to us that we have to regiment ourselves and conduct all this unprofound rituals? Was there any kind of cataclysmic event that spurned off the charts and out of the blue angered the Gods and made us to conduct insane rituals?

Holy cow! For the love of mother God, Nature and Universe...enough la...

If rituals are not performed, eldest run amok. Then the curses come out like missiles. Neighbour gets offended with the noises and throws a ritual to zip the laser-mouths. Don't care even if a tornado were to cross path, must throw a ritual else neighbours will talk.

Orang Asli also have rituals - jungle rituals. You take all the ingredients they use for their rituals and put together, you can grow another jungle. Lucky, they don't know the bad of it else more jungles will disappear.

Naming a new born baby which needs the consent of a local priest requires a ritual else the baby will grow into prolly Jack the Ripper, or look like Mr.Bean or Samy Velu. We're are so thought and doctored up to be ingrained with rituals to the extent we become ritual zombies. It's like God is going to punch the crap out of you if you do not ritual Him with a new slaughter, or fortune cookies or even with burnt offerings.

Long live the rituals...hahaha

Malayalees...oh dear...

Today is Vishu. Swell! Just when the Hindus in Malaysia are being dictated, now comes the race identity celebration separation.

What the hell is bloody wrong with you blithering idiots. Why must the so called Malayalees celebrate their so called Vishu today and NOT yesterday (14/4/2010).

Just as expected, they can't even agree on a simple celebration, what are they going to do next? Built a Malayalee Temple.

BLOODY RACE GENE MONKEYS.
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++ Today is also Bengali New Year. Imagine that!

New Year

Happy New Year ... Puthandu Valtughal..

Here's wishing all Hindus .. Puthandu Valtugal - 2010.

Red Riot..no no is not about Liverpool

This is about our northern neighbours, we so fondly call Thais.

The below caught me.

"The 32-year-old mother of two, a cashier at a department store, took five days’ leave to join the protests to force the Thai government out of power."

"I believe in what I'm fighting for," she said.

Just look at the spirit of these Thais. One of the few countries who refused to be humbled, conquered, ruled or even bullied by foreign powers. Now that's nationalism and patriotism you just can't buy or bargain. SPIRIT to the CORE. Compared to any Malaysian even me, the Thais are leaps and bounds far superior than us. Comprente.

Flashback : A Thai King (name withheld here) once wrote to the President of the United States asking him if he should want elephants for his army. This was the time when Anna was the tutor for the royal family.

Today in Bangkok, the red shirts are trying to pull the plug off of the present Premier's tenure. They're demanding for fresh elections. Ever wondered if such were to take place in Malaysia or should it take place ever? Sometimes, one need to ponder, put aside our prejudices and ask "Is democracy ever worth its cause or play?"

The spirit of these Thais are truly amazing.

The Thais are friendly people, nice, and they adore tourist. They just love to share and enjoy the company of tourist. Maybe they make a buck or two on "you-know-what" but in Thailand it is considered work for wages to support a poor family.

I was looking at the pictures and reading about the red shirt demonstrations in Bangkok and I ask myself, "they care so much for their beloved country." SORRY to say, such love and care kinda "feelings" DOES not exist here in Malaysia. If you go to Thailand for holidays, you'd come to realize the Thais have learned and almost perfected the art of tourism. The last time I holidayed in Thailand, my well spent holiday went like clockwork and my 'entourage' was ensured we never missed anything promised. Such affability. Imagine this ever happening here. Believe me, the Thais may not be well versed in English, but they make it a point to learn and like the language like candy. Will such "feelings" happen here in Malaysia? I can only laugh to my grave.

Anyway, a political crisis is brewing and I'm in no position to say or write anything about what's eating the Thais internally. I shouldn't anyway.

Hope the Thais resolve their problems quick for I'm already thinking of another well spent holiday in Thailand. heheh.

Oh, dear Thais, we the tourist are waiting.

Malaysia loses tourist influx...

A recent article in the print media had this to say...

" We're one of the eight cheapest countries to visit, Malaysia saw a 65.3% drop in tourist arrivals in 2010. "

I'm laughing thru' my arse over this statement. Eighth! Cheapest! Malaysia! Arrivals!

The four words above got me rattled throwing me into a teeth gnawing anger.

Are we really the 8th? The Cheapest? Then again 'Malaysia'!! Do tourists even ARRIVE here?

Straight out let me give you the tell-tale doldrums of whats left of the little tourism in Malaysia. Have any of you ever REALLY spoken to a tourist who shuns Malaysia but not Singapore or Thailand or even remote Lombok, Indonesia?

This is what the Malaysian government lacks and it greys in their minds. The cold hard facts are swiftly swept away under concrete carpets.

Straight to the point. One tourist I chatted up in Chiangmai had this to say.

Me : So, where to after Chiangmai,
Tourist : Singapore, never been there.
ME : You need to pass thru' Malaysia. Any plans of dropping by. I'm from Malaysia.
Tourist :(immediately) Nope. No plans, That's a MOSLEM country. You've strange rules. You hate white people.
ME: I turned sour and he shot my foot.

I REST MY CASE. DARN! HE WAS SOOOOO BLOOODY RIGHTTTTTTTTTT.

Malaysia, you really need to throw away or cloak away your caveman mindset and open up to the world. The more you're race bent, the more you'll drown in your own fallacy. Even people living under volcanoes are watching us.

Sometimes, I've felt insulted for even being a Malaysian when approached by tourist. Malaysians actually make them feel hell. Go to Pudu Raya and listen to the conversation between the taxi drivers / touts and the little tourists who arrive here. You'll get what I mean. But a lot of Huu-Haa goes round the country to lure tourists but the real truth is there is a hidden message that says otherwise. Refer Lat's cartoon.

From the print media again.
"Tourism Minister Datuk Seri Dr Ng Yen Yen said this sharp drop should be taken seriously and urged the ministry and Tourism Malaysia to find the best solution to ensure Malaysia attracts the targeted number of tourists."

This dumb lady, guess she never saw it coming either. In fact the tourists were there all the time. No one bothered to "welcome" them or even cared to make them feel safe. They're fleeced, robbed, bullied and spat at. And such incidents go unpublished in the media but get published in travel blogs, logs and twittered. Now, tourist aren't coming and Malaysia is worried. This is like telling a christian cow to go moo back home or in another pasture.

No point crying over spilled milk. Malaysia's half the population can't speak English and today English is classified as the language of the white devil by the non-speakers.

I wonder how one goes about setting targets for tourist arrivals. I can't agree Singapore, Thailand and even Indonesia target the numbers. In fact they don't need to if at all they want to ....coz tourists come flocking crazy. What do these countries have that we don't? What's their charm? How do they differ from us? We're all rice stapled nations.

In fact, many Malaysians know the VERY reasons and the solution but are afraid to speak out. Who would want to listen to the voice of the minority unless it concern the polls.

No parley here. Lets be honest and face the music. We do have a sick government. The whole world knows that. The world is the tourist. Malaysian Moslem, mainly are so into race war, how can you possibly except tourists to come who are mostly non-Moslems. But then again, Malaysia opens up its arms for Arabs. How is this so? Go to Bukit Bintang after dusk and you may not read no more of this blog for what you'll see.

This is what is killing us, not softly but dejectedly. We need tourists and tourism is healthy. In my own country where I was born and bred, even I'm viewed as a race obstacle. Imagine a honeymooning tourist coming here. Malaysians would go out their way to render them a taste of hell and Halloween as a package. I've travelled wide in Malaysia and I've seen how tourists are taken for a ride. How could you? Do you do such things to a visitor coming to your home? Shouldn't doing business be a fair and equal trade?

Visit LIMA and apart from the fancy aircraft and subs, you may puke for what takes place behind the curtains.

How can a roti canai sold to tourist cost RM3 and a piece of fruit cake the size of a credit card cost RM5? An apple Rm10?
Being racist is evil but to deny a visitor his space to trod for the sake of goodwill and fellowship is being heinous.
Oh dear!! Malaysians DON'T deserve tourists.

Oh! you dumb Africans....

There is this email or emails, I presume from Africans, flying from inbox to inbox telling you about wealth and treasure stashed up somewhere in banks in UK. The money mentioned in the emails is a large sum and awaits to be taken / withdrawn. The problem is, the sender needs a "moron" proxy to play along his game of deceit. Anyone can collect this so called "ghost money" as soon as the sender gets all your personal information in the quickest time. This is NOT a new game in town. It has been around for a good many years. Its a simple tale of a African dumb wolf in a fur jackass coat.


To be honest, these emails are clearly written with an aptitude to please and comfort the reader with words of praises, trust, love and sincerity. I presume they are copied /duplicated by the sender and email-blast to every email account holder irrespective male or female. The sender will also claim to be a "nice charming African chick" with a picture attached with the mail. How cozy!


After reading it, any sane person would guess it's the work of a slanderous dimwit fool but many have fallen into the trap including learned people. It a simple clear cut thing. The reason being MALAYSIANS ARE GREEDY.

At some instance, theses emails read like romance novels. Sheer goofy!! The way they're written, if you ponder on a second thought, you could be reading disaster, only if you know how to read between the lines and not get caught with the juicy contents.


I've receive such emails/ spams jamming up my in boxes almost every-other-day. The language used is the same, the semantics don't differ, the prose is soothing, and the better part is, these emails claim to contain money that can put Branson and Waren Bufffet pauper. And it is all up for grabs. All you need to do is pass all your personal info to the sender and the next thing you know banks in England will open their doors and welcome you to come collect the money which could be something like a trillion USD dollars. Wow! What u know, a trillion USD dollars stacked up in England and all of that to be given away handsomely to the lucky reader of emails. Aren't theses Africans genial to us?


Now comes the better part of this caper. The rightful owner of this money is some slain or captured Army Lieutenant or General. But these so-called army personnel are dead so their heir which always happens to be a daughter is the sole survivor and rightful owner of the wealth. More so "she" is also the sender of the email. How is it only Africans have that much wealth when almost ninety percent of Africans live way below the poverty line and some don't even know the meaning of the word food.


But these "daughters" looking like African beauty queens claim to live in a refugee camp seeking political asylum. Can you tell me which refugee camp on this planet has got net facilities? Hahahah. ... By way of that, Africa got to be the richest Continent on this planet for the amount of money kept in vaults in Banks all over England and refuges given WIFI facilities. Do these Africans know the definition of the word REFUGEE?


I wonder when did such Army personnel began to amass such wealth but suddenly die slained or hung due to anarchy. Amazingly, all this money is entrusted to the only daughter of these Generals. Funny thing is how come all African Generals don't seem to have sons.


Well!! All this could be strange sheer crazy-wacko to a one-eyed jackass but trying to con global denizens with such stories..hahah...These Africans really do need to come up with something better to do or cook with their brains. Is this how they go about doing their con-job businesses?
Go to Cyberjaya and you'll know what I mean.


Amongst all those emails, I subjected a certain sender to the test to see how far "she" can play con. Freakishly, after me asking "her" a few questions related to banking, "she" buckled and iggied my chat. I caught "her" in her own act and blew her stupid con job. Well! I worked in a bank for a good many years and there are things only bankers know.


I know for a fact, a lawyer from Penang fell to this scam and was cheated out for more than a hundred thousand ringgit. Who ever said lawyers are brilliant? As for Africans...now I know for sure why God cursed you black, your creed and your country to rot.

If you're an African reading this, I would suggest you go peel your black hide and feed it to a xenomorph.

To the others, PLS DON'T FALL FOR THIS SCAM.

The Malaysian Indian...

I'm taking a risk here. By writing this, I'm subjecting myself to be chewed and spat like beetle juice by the Malaysian Hindu masses. All because what you're going to read is all about this non adaptive dysfunctional daft race called Malaysian Indians. Mind that...I'm also in this category.

I always wanted to write on this particular subject but get sidelined with thoughts that makes me think lateral or otherwise. However, this time around, I figured after a long salient pause I should pen down and pour out my 'foilings" and "thwartings" against my unforgiven and godforsaken creed and race.

I'm taking this moment into my stride the anger it's going to cause when blog-readers stumble upon this indite of mine and blast me with dictionary of four letter words. I'm also subjecting myself to absolute folly and "sticks may hurt, words never" bravely too. Since I know for a fact I'm gonna be bombarded and tongue-lashed ...BUT come what may, even if my abode gets swallowed by a tornado, I'm not gonna retract anything coming out of my way of thoughts.

There is a thing to speak and write about the truth. I'm just doing that. The common fool's saying - The pen is mightier than the sword is somewhat lame. For me - the pen that writes the truth is far mightier than the sword...no one says this phrase except me. I do wonder where is that independence freedom we so love but fear but is often lost in wayward translation.

Okay, so much for that, ....lets talk.

First and foremost, lets get it straight. It is about us Indians, a society gone hopelessly wrong right from the beginning.

Firstly, the identity crisis. The misconception.

Malaysian Indians, as commonly referred by the masses ARE NOT Indians. Indians from India are called Indians. For the simple fact and truth, and if I may have to park some sense into all those with vast empty spaces between their ears, Indians from India are Indians, hence Malaysian Indians should not be called Indians but either Malaysians or Hindus. Why do they go parading their hopeless dreams calling themselves Indians? Even a cow, knows it creed and belongings. Hindus in Malaysia can't even fathom that.

I do admit the Hindus in Malaysia are direct descendants of indentured labourers from India, Sri Lanka or even remote Maldives but our forefathers who came here, the better half, are long gone dead buried and chapters closed. The preceding ones like yours faithfully here, are born here. How can a Hindu born in Malaysia be called Indian? All that's left by our forefathers is the legacy we carry on in our puny heads thinking ourselves as Indians. STOP this forlorn assessment of thyself. If you do, then its only fair you go jolly-well relate yourself to a donkey.

I've many times, in my daily walk of life, quizzed if I should call my self a Malaysian or an Indian. I always say the former as the latter is illogical.

When questioned of my creed / race, I hate and puke inwards to admit it but to evade the hatred I solemnly address my self an Indian. (Only God knows how much I hate calling myself that ). I say yes, am an Indian and trod away quickly as not to feel disgusted over it. But then, If I were to say I'm a Malaysian, I will be shot with another question - what race?

To park all this away, wouldn't it be easier for Hindus in Malaysia to call themselves Hindus. Why address themselves as Indians? A Malaysian Hindu and an Indian entail two different causes for argument. In fact, I would prefer to call myself a diaspora Indian if being Malaysian isn't good enough for the hungry morons out there. We've stampeded past our independence and yet we are cocooned in our own dysfunctional race issues and deliriums calling ourselves Indians. If one should know, Indians are a different bunch of people altogether if you were to compare them with Malaysian Hindus. Its more akin comparing a rotten egg with an orange?

Lets see the differences.

Here is the truth. Indians, for the mercy of the All Mighty, the majority are born dumb, visionless, socially in adept, racist, gender bias, illogical, foolhardy, trigger-happy, political time-bombs, arrogant, uncouth, sex-starved and most are self-praising bastards all caught up in their own cup of single tea. In simplicity, more so are storms in tea-cups whereas Hindus here in Malaysia aren't any of that. We have our own agenda, mayhem of sorts. Our own problems. We have our own stupidity to deal with, our own identity crisis to fathom. Hindus in Malaysia simply cannot be called Indians for Indians are the direct descendants of FOOLS and SWINES, who lived on trees and caves. We ain't.

Having moved away from our colonial past and dwindling like rotten apples, Malaysian Hindus or the Diaspora Indians, sad to say are following suit like their moronic ancestral counterparts in India. The trend now is more akin to monkey see monkey do and some do more or better than a monkey.

Malaysian Hindus have begun to ape like Indians - talk, sing, dance, or even think like them. Some, influenced by both Bolly and Kollywood, are even naming their children after film or movie stars. This is not what our forefathers intended. They clearly wanted us to stay clear of India. That's the one half reason why they sailed away from the land where even God feels pity on His own soul for creating such an imploding mayhem of brainless idiots. I strongly believe, Indians are the only species on this planet where Darwin's theory of evolution failed to work. Need I say more. Like I've said in my other blog write-ups, India is indeed a great county but NEVER Indians. Simply put - they are last of the aging swine hogs of Asia.

Back to homefront.

Hindus of Malaysia though I dare say are a lot brainier than Indians, fail to realize that they need to get away from their web clogged brains or "Indian mindset" and explore worlds away from India or Sri Lanka. What they fail to see is that, they tend to ape Indians hoping in some ways to bridge the gap. What rats-arse gap is that? Why do we need to look at India. They're other nations who have far superior means than India.

Hindu homes in Malaysia have begun to look like Indian homes. Just about everything we have in our homes comes from India when we can get better and cheaper stuff right here home based. We don't live in slums and neither do we need to have an identity link to India. We should break away all bonds with Indians and create our own identity. For one, we have never learned anything from Indians and we should NOT. There is absolutely nothing about Indians that garners praise or accolades. They have nothing perfect to impart or anything glitter. When we can create our own path and live better lives I can't understand why the Hindu masses in Malaysia still need to nose and point their fingers to India. This is not fate. This is sheer DUMB.

The Hindus in Malaysia believe some day if there is an impending war, and that their lives are threatened, India will lend its hand to thwart any slayings. A fools dream. India WILL never come to our aid and they should NOT. Why should they? We don't need dumb asses Indians to guide us or help us build our lives. And yet in Malaysia, a vast majority of Hindus are drowning in Indian worthless mentality slowly growing daft and drowning in their own vanity. The very reason if a Hindu in Malaysia rots is all because he or she subscribes to the ancient ways of fools. I strongly believe, if this continues here in Malaysia, Hindus will disappear or go away by the way of the Dodo.

What makes Indians high and mighty? Do they even tick on the world map? I don't think so. Who needs them anyway? They have a vast country but is it worth. They may be nuclear powered, but then who cares but fools. Aren't we Hindus here able and capable to creation, destruction or creating mayhem. The only thing that bars us from being outspoken is our consensus and being the minority. But all this too is changing for the worse when parents here are inculcating their children to ape the Indians. Indians are only good in what they read else they can't even fathom simple ethics and mannerism. They don't even understand simple science and logic. Don't tell me they work in NASA and they are great. Why don't they build they own NASA and see if it ever takes off. Hindus here have begun to fair no different. Gosh!! the rot begins.

The younger generation of Hindus in Malaysia are moving towards the age of foolishness. Adults go on grand tours to their so called Mother land when the mere fact they forget their mothers were NOT born in India. The truer fact is that there are far more nuisance stories to tell then any good. It all seems too clear Hindus in Malaysia have begun to loose their own sense of direction if at all for now they have any. The influx of Indians in Malaysia is one reason to the deteriorating character, behaviour and lifestyle of Hindus here. I do often wonder why do Indians have to ply their wages here. Can't India create jobs for them? In a nutshell, I really don't care what happens or who nukes India but to ape and carry their way of life here is being obtuse and purblind.

Why don't Malaysian Hindus discard all ties with India and begin to call themselves Malaysians. Being nationalistic is one thing but to be genetically friendly or related is foolish.

Sad but true - Hindus in Malaysia are eroding away wastelessly. Maybe, its all for the better as the other races can fill up the void and enjoy the little benefits given to Hindus. Someone, over an argument asked some long time ago - Does Malaysia need Hindus?

Mahatma Gandhi poured out his guts and tears for India fighting for Independence. Today, Indians throw stones and shoes at his statue. Only uncivilized barbarians succumb to such actions. Malaysian Hindus are definitely not that.

Imagine India without Indians. It would be called PARADISO

Imagine Malaysia without Hindus.....

Late Birthday...

It's my late brother's birthday today

Hmmm.... the memories are still there etched in words and prayers.

Late brother...

It's been a long long time since we last heard his voice. He died 2 days short of his 22nd birthday. Nuerofibrocosis or Nuerofibroma was the cause. A spinal growth deemed terminal by doctors.

My late brother had actually died of pneumonia when he was a toddler. Somehow he was saved by a certain doctor in the nick of time and later this saint of a doctor succumbed to his death in a plane crash in Johor some few years later.

My late brother was indeed a fuse-wire. He would conjure his antics and irritate my late father and go ga-ga only later to be 'skinned-alive' over his railleries. He was the prodigy, the upbeat rascal of the family. He was also the photogenic one and humorous as always. A scalawag at times. Sometimes it's hard to believe I even had a younger brother. Gosh..it's been long.

He fooled us and died on April the First.

I guess he is now with my late parents and grandparents watching over us.

Fondly missed.