Visionary
Man is man and machine is machine
And never the twine shall wed
Rabindranath Tagore
Asia had some progressive intellectuals in that era which married the best of the Western and Eastern educational systems -George Bernard Shaw,Tagore and Lu Xun.Is our society moving backwards?
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Xi wang chai ren jian
Hope
As the curtain comes down on the year,hope is in the air
That the people get a deal in life that is fair
When the price of oil doesn't hit too high
Looking at the prices of essentials skyrocketing makes you wanna sigh
Everything going up from toll to economical rice but not the pay rise
When the coffers run dry,squeeze the people left and right
Caffe latte has to go ,just kopi o ais in sight
Mana boleh tahan,kata ramai orang
As the curtain comes down on the year,hope is in the air
That the people get a deal in life that is fair
When the price of oil doesn't hit too high
Looking at the prices of essentials skyrocketing makes you wanna sigh
Everything going up from toll to economical rice but not the pay rise
When the coffers run dry,squeeze the people left and right
Caffe latte has to go ,just kopi o ais in sight
Mana boleh tahan,kata ramai orang
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Bhutan
How many of us have that secret dream of Shangri La -that unspoiled,pristine spot on earth-that we would like to visit one day?Then life got in the way-the responsibilities,mortgage payment,car loans,career advancement and that spot fades further and further into the back of the mind.
Then one day life just grabs you by the throat and jolts you out of that auto pilot state of near somatic mundaneness.You're told you're gonna be knocking on the door of death in six months' time so before you pay your respects to the grim reaper ,what do you want to do?
How much of your work would matter when you're just a cog in the wheel and no one is indispensable as you've soon discovered except in the minds of despotic rulers who obstinately cling on until the last gasp of breath.
Then one day life just grabs you by the throat and jolts you out of that auto pilot state of near somatic mundaneness.You're told you're gonna be knocking on the door of death in six months' time so before you pay your respects to the grim reaper ,what do you want to do?
How much of your work would matter when you're just a cog in the wheel and no one is indispensable as you've soon discovered except in the minds of despotic rulers who obstinately cling on until the last gasp of breath.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
A life-uninterrupted
In the clutter of housework,unwashed clothes piling up in the basket,unkempt beds ,I really have to create space in between work and home to pour out my thoughts onto paper.Sometimes the bone chilling plainitive cries of a love sick tom cat distracts my train of thoughts in the dead of the night-the idiotic feline that had the guts to jump onto my sofa when I left the front door ajar to let in some fresh breeze.When pushed out,he had the audacity to scratch onto the glass sliding door with a hair raising squeak that irritates the nerves no end.
Sometimes at the weekend,smells from the kitchen of neighbours is so hard to resist and my stomach rumbles at the whiff of tasty meals,together with the cacophony of knives clanking on chopping boards and visions of stir fried meals in the metallic wok intrudes on creative juices.
Ahhh,the joy of a solitary weekend in the pine resort of Fraser's Hill with life uninterrupted.When will this story reach its conclusion?
Sometimes at the weekend,smells from the kitchen of neighbours is so hard to resist and my stomach rumbles at the whiff of tasty meals,together with the cacophony of knives clanking on chopping boards and visions of stir fried meals in the metallic wok intrudes on creative juices.
Ahhh,the joy of a solitary weekend in the pine resort of Fraser's Hill with life uninterrupted.When will this story reach its conclusion?
The Clairvoyant
The Curse of Foresight
There's a plot in my head for a short play on the spirit medium,one that acts as the messenger between the world of human and the world of the spirit.
A young boy suffers from excruciating epileptic fits and during one of this fit,he accidentally discovers that he can foretell the fate of his best friend,as he experiences the pain of his friend who will be trapped in a domestic fire.He warns his friend about his vision but is met with scepticism.He can only see the fate of his victim but is powerless to change it.His friend dies a horrifying death in the fire that he has earlier foreseen and the boy from then on keeps quiet about his ESP ability.
He grows up to be a photojournalist for war and while he can only faithfully record the events he witnesses,he will not intervene to change the fate of the people he captures on film.One fateful day,after a terrible bout of epilepsy ,he has a searing vision in which a child is about to be conscipted to be a child soldier and when push came to pull,on a spur of his conscience,he rescues the child from a terrible fate of inhumanity.A fortune teller has warned him that in revealing the secrets of the future,a clairvoyant has to pay a price-for every secret that leaks out,a year will be taken away from the life of a clairvoyant.
He abandons his profession and works for the cause of justice,successfully solving many cases ,thus causing the persecution of many war time criminals who had committed terrible acts of atrocity against humanity.The epileptic seizures increases in intensity until he lapses into a coma one day.
There's a plot in my head for a short play on the spirit medium,one that acts as the messenger between the world of human and the world of the spirit.
A young boy suffers from excruciating epileptic fits and during one of this fit,he accidentally discovers that he can foretell the fate of his best friend,as he experiences the pain of his friend who will be trapped in a domestic fire.He warns his friend about his vision but is met with scepticism.He can only see the fate of his victim but is powerless to change it.His friend dies a horrifying death in the fire that he has earlier foreseen and the boy from then on keeps quiet about his ESP ability.
He grows up to be a photojournalist for war and while he can only faithfully record the events he witnesses,he will not intervene to change the fate of the people he captures on film.One fateful day,after a terrible bout of epilepsy ,he has a searing vision in which a child is about to be conscipted to be a child soldier and when push came to pull,on a spur of his conscience,he rescues the child from a terrible fate of inhumanity.A fortune teller has warned him that in revealing the secrets of the future,a clairvoyant has to pay a price-for every secret that leaks out,a year will be taken away from the life of a clairvoyant.
He abandons his profession and works for the cause of justice,successfully solving many cases ,thus causing the persecution of many war time criminals who had committed terrible acts of atrocity against humanity.The epileptic seizures increases in intensity until he lapses into a coma one day.
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