23 December 2007

Drowning and clutching

It's the time of the year again, when all of us bloggers the like sit down and reflect on the year that's gone by. And think of all the things we want this new year to bring.

This year has been both sweet and bitter, gentle and callous... grotesque and beautiful. I don't know where else to place it but to slide it in, like a bookmark in a book.. as a year that I'd rather forget for all the bad things, and remember the good things.

To all who have been with me this time round, I love you. And to all who will not be here anymore, I will miss you. And for those who I'm going to see a lot more of (hopefully), I am looking forward to seeing you so much.

Special mention to two housemates and a friend who are getting married nxt year, first up, PRIYA CONGRATS!!!!

.. and to the second bride and the third bride.. we'll be sure to mention you, when ur dates come closer ;).

xoxo (gg style fr once.. mansi i know u understand)


And for the rest of you MERRY X MAS N HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

11 December 2007


I will love you long time.

and you know who you are.

Thank you for you.

09 December 2007

Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.

I remember, at some point in school, when I heard this line.. I stopped myself for a minute, and realized that suddenly this phrase was true. I looked around the guys at school and realized that there was this schism between them and I, and I just didn't know when it came up.

We spent about 9 hours at school together, we went in the same busses, ate the same food.. and somewhere along the way, they'd become different.

And so early in the morning today, in coversation with a girlfriend, there are so many damned schisms.. gender toned differences. And with it a realization, that we are actually be so different... us men and women, that we might as well be from different planets.

08 December 2007

Malaysia, truly asia

"But let us all note one thing at least: While the leaders and supporters of Hindraf may have resorted to the politics of race and religious-based communitarianism to further a specific goal in mind, we should not really be surprised if they had done so. This is Malaysia, remember: the same multi-culti country that has been run and governed by the same tired and worn-out coalition of ideologically bankrupt right-wing communitarian race and religious-based parties for half a century. Those fellow Malaysians who marched on Sunday are the children of a nation-building project that has failed utterly and miserably, and they merely reflect the racialised mindset of so many Malaysian politicians today who are no better.

So while we may disagree with the tone and tenor of Hindraf’s communitarian political-speak, let us not miss the wood for the trees. Hindraf did not invent racialised communitarian politics in Malaysia, it was the component of the Barisan Nasional parties that did, and continue to do so.
Hindraf did not begin a new trend of race and religious-based political association and collectivism in Malaysia: it was the older race and religious-based parties and movements like UMNO, PAS and ABIM that did, and continue to do so.

Hindraf did not invent the language of racial and religious identification in Malaysia, for these terms were already hoisted on them and the minority communities of Malaysia by the state, the mainstream media and the conservative reactionary forces in this country long ago. It was the politicians, political analysts, media commentators and communitarian activists who referred, for instance, to the Hindu temples of Malaysia as ‘Indian temples’; and who continue to refer to Malaysians of South Asian origin as ‘Indians’ or the ‘Indian community’.

For the information of all and sundry, those temples that were bulldozed were not ‘Indian temples’ but Malaysian temples, built on Malaysian soil, frequented by Malaysians, paid for by Malaysians and they were part of the Malaysian landscape. There are no ‘Indian Temples’ in Malaysia- Indian temples exist in India and if you don’t believe me then fly to India and check them out yourself. Likewise the only ‘Indians’ in Malaysia are the tourists, expats and workers who come from India and happen to be Indian nationals bearing Indian passports. Those Hindus who marched in the streets of Kuala Lumpur on Sunday happen to be Malaysians like you.

For the sake of the Hindu Malaysians, and all other minority communities in this country, one hopes that such simple ground rules and facts would be borne in mind as we try our hardest to win back this country for all of us, the Malaysian people themselves. The gallery of amateurs who make up today’s government may bemoan the fact that significant sections of the Malaysian public have lost all confidence and trust in the system that they have helped to create, but no amount of spin can alter the fact that the Hindraf demo was a symptom of what has gone wrong in this country.

If Hindraf is to be accused of communitarianism and exclusivism in its politics, then we need only to look at the mould from which it emerged: a cauldron of racialised, divisive and exclusive politics that clearly bears the made-in-Malaysia stamp, a symptom of the ills of our times and the failure of the state."

Farish A Noor

05 December 2007

Just read bits of the previous post.. what bad english!

Oh well, too lazy to edit.

Can't sleep.

and that's good news ;)

01 December 2007

Bangalore Search

A friend and mine at work, had the good opportunity to survey some 'charity' instituitions recently.

We went to three places along our survey of all the places that we knew around our area that offered solace to the variety of poor. The first site visit was Little Sisters of the Poor, a huge stone building, looking a lot like a school from built perhaps in the early 1900s. Set up though in the 70s, it has a central courtyard, surrounded by stone corridors and church like silence.

With nuns pacing around, in their gray dresses and a few of the aged, looking under dressed for the costume party. The place belongs to yesterday, and upon enquiry we found that a meal for every person residing in the quarters would mean 35 elderly, 50 nuns/novices and 5 in house staff would get fed.

With me scorning at the porpotions, we went to what we thought was another charitable instituition, called St something something. There we met a Sister Christopher (anyone know how they pick their names?), who found it very humorous that my friend and I friend didnt know what we'd gotten ourselves into.

It is a formation house she said. I pointed a finger at my friend, explaining he said it was an orphanage. Laughing her arse off, pardon the language, she explained its where novices who wanted to succumb to the life of God, got trained in the arts. And they're all women, and while they werent rich, they certainly werent the 'poor' that we wanted to do charity for.

And so we went to ECHO, a foundation juvenile justice centre, more of a juvenile delinquency centre, that thought vocational training to those who were on the other side of the law, and unfortunate enough to be young as well.

Housing 30 kids, ages 7 and upwards, the care taker explained every kid has a past. And this past isn't relevant. A past that shouldnt be rehashed by our visit, in any form or way. He adviced us, if anything, we'll need to shine focus on their future.

And i thought that that, is a good approach to life all the same.