Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Does this matter...sure it does....

This isn't an irony but I see it as a cursed part of a human point of perspective.

From the very first breath of mine till now, and without battling an eye or the lid, I can easily vouch and say, I've attend more funerals then weddings in my life time. This thing I just coughed up could mean many things.

One. Either my buddies or people I know are departing faster than I can type this or many of my (again) friends / buddies aren't getting married.

Two. I may not be viewed as a good omen to weddings. Maybe a blessing to funerals. What a lame rascal I must be. The part that is rather encapsulating with fear within me is that I'm constantly being reminded that my end is near.

Am not gonna contemplate on the above three or maybe more reasons, but looking at my medical bills, there is a sure tell-tale sign that the drum-beat to the end is nearer that it was a year ago.

Reflecting back, I feel uncomfortable and at times miserable when I get "invitation"  to funerals more than to weddings. Who wouldn't?

The other day over lunch, meeting up with old friends, I asked, if this was a good or bad sign. Many stood gaping at me and one, I could swear, had the word, '"You are sick" written all over her face. 

I mean no harm to the dead. What else can I do to the dead anyway?

Oh! dear me, am still thinking why??

Monday, November 08, 2010

Brewing trouble up in the Northen Skies....


The above pics were taken 24 hours before the Northern floods crippled Kedah and Perlis. Having lived in Penang almost half my life, I sensed something not right when I looked up into the skies.
On the hindsight, I did sense there was bound to be rain. Birds flew low and the wind blowing into my hometown was not the usual breeze we get early  morning. And I saw hawkers with their shanty stalls closing earlier than usual.

Alas, after an hour it rained like God's tears.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Tagged.com and It SUCKS big time...

Tagged.com is a social web site. I'm sure many of you know. I've seen net users using this site to socialize. I don't see anything wrong with that more so when they're many lonely ones out there looking for partners, friends or even potential spouses.

This site is quite interesting with lots of graphics and cookies to show your appreciation and feeling by way of sending and receiving messages. Cool. No issues. But, for me, I don't fancy the idea but then if 10 or more people like it, who am I the 1 person to hate.

I chanced upon this site some long time ago and started browsing it to see if it had got any worth. When someone like me starts browsing such sites, there is bound to be trouble, because I'm the person who reads what is on the site and have it checked reading between the lines and challenging the administrators to see if they know what they're talking about.

I noticed many tagged users put all sorts garbage into this site making it look like they're the dream person for one to meet (mainly ladies). Many write stuff akin being in no man's land. I really don't know if at all what they write is true or simply playing a donkey's drama of lame tales. Many don't even know what they put in their own tagged.com sites. This site is grossly mis-used by the users themselves without knowing or realising it.

I've come across many profiles of users who, on a long shot, I can tell you the user is either a MORON or does not know the meaning of the word "friend." 

Let me give you a few of the many examples...

Example No 1.
A girl of age 19++ (Melayu / Malay) has got something like 7,937 "FRIENDS." I ask myself if you've that many friends, wow Puteri UMNO could use her to buy votes and get her to stand against anyone in the polls even against PKR's Nurul Izzah at Pantai Dalam.

The thing is, one should understand, no human on this planet at a tender age of 19 can have that many friends. Not even the Prime Minister has that many friends. This is a clear case of MELAYU betul betul BODOH and syok sendiri.

Example No.2
There was this one profile where this girl, 21 years of age, prolly a defunct fool has got 12,331 friends. One in her list is a friend of mine whom I know too well. I was surprised he was in her list of "freinds." So, I wrote her a message and asked if she ever knew that one particular person. She replied  "Apa you cakap?"  This clearly shows she does not even know what or who she has added into her DUMB tagged.com profile and yet proclaim she has more friends than anyone alive. Another clear case of an imbeciled dumbass.

Example No.3
Some users have pictures of movies stars in the profile. When asked where is their picture, they say the picture on the profile is her. Hahahah... This only goes to show many especially girls live in a superficial world clouded with narcissism. And mind you, most profiles are written with the worst rotten English ever. Even Elementary kids write better.

They're way too many fake ones out there. Some even have no idea why they have a profile in tagged.com when asked.

All one need to do is jettison them and park it as spam.

So much for Tagged.com.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Divali

Today is Divali.

We, as family are not celebrating this year.

We'll catch up with it next year, 2011 Divali - hopefully a lil grander then ever before.

Stay Blessed.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Sad but true. Shame on YOU...

An email extract - unedited.

Dr. Abd Kalam's (India's Past President) "acid" reply to every Indian....

Why is the media here negative?

Why are we in India embarrassed to recognise our strength, our achievements?

We are a great nation. We have many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them...why?

We are the first in milk production.

We are number one in remote sensing satellites.

We are the second largest producer of wheat.

We are the second largest producer of rice.

Look at Dr.Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in bad news, failures and disasters.

I was once in Tel Aviv reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck but the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in 5 yrs had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of the killings, bombardments, death were inside the newspaper, buried amongst other news.

In India we read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime... Why are we so negative?

Another question: Why are we as a nation obsessed with foreign things?

We want foreign TVs, shirts ..... We want foreign technology.

Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving lecture when a 14 year old girl asked for my autograph. I asked what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India. For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must proclaim India is not an under developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.

You may say our government is inefficient.

You may say our laws are too old.

You may say the municipality does not pick up the garbage.

You say the phones don’t work, the railways are a joke. The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.

You say our country has been fed to the dogs and in the absolute pits.

You say say and say. What do you do about it?

Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name =YOURS. Give him a face=– YOURS. You walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don’t throw cigarette butts on the road or eat in the stores. You are as proud of their undergrounds links as they are. You pay $5 (approx Rs60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 pm and 8 pm. You come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket only if you have overstayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don’t say anything. Do you? You wouldn’t dare to eat in public during Ramzan in Dubai.....you would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.

You would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs650) a month to see to it that my STD and DID calls are billed to someone else. You would not dare to speed beyond 55mph (88khm/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop “Jaanta hai main kaun honn (Do you know who I am?) I am so and so’s son. Take your two bucks and get lost. You would not chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand.

Why don’t you spit pan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don’t you use examinations jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston? We are still talking of the same YOU. You who can respect and conform to foreign system on other countries but cannot in your own. You throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be involved and appreciated citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India?

In America every dog owner had to clean up after his pet had done the job. Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here? We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.

We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of the bathrooms.

We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.

When it comes to burning social issues like those treated upon women, dowry girl child and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? "It’s the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone fore go my sons rights to a dowry". So who's going to change the system?

What does a system consists of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along and work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of this land or we leave the country and run away.

Like a lazy coward hounded by our fear we run to America to bask in the glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight to the gulf. When gulf was war struck, we demand to be rescued by the Indian Government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.

Quote Unquote "Dr. Abd Kalam and many great leaders of India had actually given speeches like the above at length, but to the daft and foolish Indians its more akin to a tale told into one donkeys' ear and out of an another jackass's ass."

Friday, October 15, 2010

Happy Birthday Suren

Happy 21st  Birthday to Suren.

and Many Happy Returns of the Day.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Finders keepers...

My late father, knowing him being a bit "so n so" kinda person, had kept some old monies in his so called wooden "vault". Well! the other day, on the weekend, and not knowing what to do, I started doing some spring cleaning and stumbled upon what I like to believe was some kinda of a 'treasure trove". 

Finders Keepers... hahaha