Monday, February 11, 2008

How should power sharing be distributed

What should be the primary duty of representatives of the armed forces?

To prevent the abuse of power by armed forces in the running of a government democratically elected,how can the authority to mobilize soldiers to engage in armed conflicts be decentralized?

Should the public sectors be involved in competition with the private sector?

What should be the primary responsibilities of the public sector-macro management of economic policies and should they be involved in running mega corporations which seek to compete with the private sectors in terms of funding and market share so much so that the playing field is not level?

Friday, January 11, 2008

The 7 Deadly Sins

Commerce without morality
Science without humanity
Wealth without work
Worship without sacrifice
Politics without principles
Knowledge without character
Pleasure without conscience

M . Gandhi

State of fear

Do we the people have to live in a state of fear?

What is the perception of the state of safety in Malaysia?

1. The parents dare not let our children out to play with friends in public spaces without constant surveillance by adults.( Missing out the fun of outdoor play and robbed of childhood innocence)
2.Teenagers who hang around in shopping malls are robbed of handphones and wallets.(as my students out on a project work assignment in KLCC for an art exhibition have been relieved of their belongings)
3.Working adults at ATM terminals have to constantly look over their shoulders for potential robbers or snatch thieves when they are out shopping.
4.Although homes are heavily barricaded,these burglars have the skill to break in.
5.Our vehicles are not safe from car thefts.
6.What about business retail premises which are broken into?
7.What about the insurance sector or investors when expensive cargoes or consignments are hijacked?
8.What about foreign tourists who are robbed?
9.What is the psychological effect to be constantly in a state of fear of being attacked?
10.What is the economical effect on retail , tourism , real estate investors?

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Tagore

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?

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

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.

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?