Sunday, 8 March 2020

The Party's Over

What shall I write? 
What shall it be?
Just two words,
Remember these?


A.  Allahyarham Muhammad Adib Mohd Kassim.



Will his family ever get the justice they deserve.   The Temple and the others involved have got what they wanted!


B.   SELAMATKAN   MALAYSIA




And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart; It's like a penknife in yourheart.





Here they are, after GE 14 - all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed ........


Malaysia  Baru.
......... the Grand Alliance of a Brave New Malaysia .....





.......  a potpourri,  a bouquet garni, a mixed salad like Penang's popular Pasembor.




But there were rumblings underneath, of agitations like "Me next?"




But never mind, the country is now safe after after 60 years of kleptocrats ruining the country.  It's like P. Ramlee, one of the nation's finest sons coming to the rescue.

P. Ramlee had the tongkat semambu to bash the owl,  the parang kontot to clobber the jembalang belakang rumah, and the penyapu (mind you, they are new brooms, not the 60 year old ones) to chase away the syaitan dan hantu!!!


Being new and shiny and all that: they introduced these thinkers, high flyers and very, very rich brains to guide the new-born government - but for the initial confinement period only.

The selected midwive-thinkers were not quite this sort ...

Rodin's thinker and the modern thinker on the toilet.



.... but the more formidable 'Made in Malaysia' Council of Eminent Persons.  Malaysia Boleh! So can they.
Your Eminences or rather, Our Eminences.

.  With their wisdom and collective experience they will guide Malaysians into becoming cleaner and richer and freer beings,  just like in this fable.



Of course, like in most democratic institutions there are the subliminal rules like ....




Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. 


But after only 22 months, it all went pear-shaped.  It ended, according to Kadir Jasin, like a Shakespearean tragedy.  "Et tu, Brutus"

From Kadir Jasin's Blog 'The Scribe'.
 Who knows, some genius somewhere may turn this 22-month Pakatan Harapan saga into a classic Opera (to be dubbed into four languages of course) or a political pot-boiler.


It fell like a pack of cards. Some decided to jump before they were pushed.  Some made a genteel getaway.  Another scampered and bolted like a jack rabbit.  Put the right description to the following characters.



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Despite being given a 'reward' of MYR 8.2 million on 31 January 2019 .....

Remember that popular TV Series from the 1970s 'Have gun, will travel'?  This one is a case of 'Have money, will travel.'

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Add Caption.  (The Attorney-General, Tan Sri Tommy Thomas quitted on 28 February 2020)


The country is facing a very uncertain future and the plight of some of our political leaders are quite sad.

In such times, we seek solace  from our nearest and dearest.

The 7th Prime Minister received enormous support from his daughter Datin Paduka Marina and his son Datuk Mukhriz.









So did Anwar Ibrahim and the ex-DPM who were given much sustenance from their daughter Nurul Izzah Anwar.  She was not just a mere daughter of two famous politicians.  In her own right she was dubbed as Puteri Reformasi (Princess of Reform) by Mujahid Yusof Rawa, the vice-president of Amanah, a component member of Pakatan Harapan.



.....  just so zen....

For those who like me, are not au fait with this urban liberals' jargon, here's the meaning of the art of being zen from the internet.




I think I'll give this word a try.  Umm, Ummh .... . I'm afraid I can't create a zest for incorporating body and mind into a zen-state of togetherness.  But I can make use of these fables
for dispensing with illusions.

My Reality number 1.  "I'd rather be sacrificed than be eaten up by a Wolf."

Reality number 2 :  The ass is not so asinine as to be taken in by the old peasant.

So, should there be another Election, remember your choice and your reality - actually it's a Hobson's choice!  Forget about the zen.







"The party's over.  The piper must be paid."

The proverb says "He who pays the piper calls the tune."  Will the rakyat be a mere piper or will they get a chance to pick the tune?

I fear in our Tanah Pusaka  the tunes and the selectors were already decided by the British when Semenanjung Tanah Melayu became their goose that laid the golden eggs.

Saturday, 15 February 2020

The curmudgeon returns

We returned last week and looked for our much-missed breakfast of tosay, roti telur, teh tarik and kopi susu kurang manis.  On our frst morning, we headed for the mamak restaurant just up the road. Aaaah puas!!

Next we walked on to Giant Supermarket to stock up on our comestibles.  What joy when we saw on the shelves a bunch of Pisang Emas!  I have never understood why our Malaysian supermarkets tend to stack up mainly Dole and Cavendish Bananas when local Pisang Emas and Pisang Rastali are almost impossible to get hold of.

When we got to the checkout counter we were given a bright smile from the lady serving at the counter.

LADY  Lama tak nampak, hilang ke mana?
SPOUSE  Kita balik kampung - ke kampung Pakcik.
LADY  Oh, bagus tak?
SPOUSE  Bagus, Pakcik suka sejuk.
AsH  (putting forward the pisang emas for payment)  Bagus ya, kali ini ada pisang emas.  Macik                   suka benar pisang 'ni.
LADY  (with a grin on her face)  Pisang emas dibawa belayar ...
AsH  Masak sebiji diatas peti.
          Hutang emas boleh dibayar.
          Hutang budi dibawa mati.

The lady was so surprised, turned to the checkout lady behind her and exclaimed.
LADY  Wah,  dapat habiskan pantun 'ni!!
AsH  (with a smile)  Kami orang lama.

What a lovely welcome home to my Tanah Air.  Pisang Emas and Pantun Melayu.
Maybe all is not lost?!

Growing up in Pasir Panjang, Singapore in the 1950s and 1960s,  Emak brought us up on a regular string of pantuns - to keep us on the straight and narrow and perhaps to remind us not to forget that we are Malays, especially as we were being educated in an English school.  By the way, Emak never had any schooling at all - whether in Arabic, Malay or English.

SM Salim was one of Emak's favourite singers and she loved this song on 'BUDI'.

  

 BUDI - 'mengenang dan membalas budi'  was an attitude that she drummed into our heads.  Budi for her and Abah was not merely confined to the 'receiving' but also the 'giving'.  It was not just a matter of responding with a terima kasih.  It involved appreciating, remembering and reciprocating.

Sad to say, in the 21st century, Malaysians - and especially the Malays - have marginalised and even forgotten this aspect of their culture for other norms like cultivating and accumulating kudos for ensuring themselves a place in paradise.  I cannot speak for Malaysians who are non-Malays but they too I imagine, would have values of BUDI in their culture - and no doubt the 21st century has caught up with them too. 

And this brings me to one crucial aspect of the practice of BUDI - of appreciating the lot we have been given and of counting our blessings: and that is recognizing that we Malaysians have grown and flourished in this generous, tolerant, bountiful, pleasant and peaceful land.

The checkout lady at Giant (she must be in her late fifties), bless her, still remembers her Malay pantun.  Fast forward a decade or two, how many will still apply and appreciate this facet of Malay culture.  These lines from the song above are grim portents of the fate of the Malays.

Datuk Laksmana ka Bangka hulu,
Belayar kapal membawa dagang.
Bagai mana kapal nak lalu,
Kuala sudah dilingkung karang?


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What did I leave behind in the spouse's kampung?

The British have finally got their divorce from Europe.  It was acrimonious, divisive and at times very nasty.  A decision was made firstly in a referendum over three years ago, then secondly in the European Election of  23 May 2019.  In this, as a PR of UK, I voted for the Brexit Party and Brexit.





My/ Our  reasons can be read here .....

https://anaksihamid.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-good-people.html     here .....

https://anaksihamid.blogspot.com/2016/06/a-brexiteer.html     and here .....

https://anaksihamid.blogspot.com/2019/05/a-lefty-liberals-lament.html

A small digression:  The last posting touches on one of the main reasons why the decision to leave the EU was made - and then confirmed twice, each time more forcefully than before: this was the question of immigration from Eastern Europe.

A week before we left,  the spouse was walking our friend Colin to his car.  One of the Romanian neighbours smiled and wished the two white British Nationals "good morning".  Before 31 January 2020 (when UK officially left the European Union), and since they moved to our street in 2014, they would just scowl at Iain and their wives would bump shoulders against me whenever I walked past them on the pavement.    Why the about-turn in attitude?     I suppose it all boils down to power and the fear of being made powerless - when all it needed, right from the beginning, was respect and goodwill and less arrogance and self-entitlement.

Can  Malaysia learn any lesson from this??


And so, finally, the General Election on 12 December 2019.    This put paid to all the moanings of the Remainers who wanted a Second Referendum because they insisted that the First Referendum of 2016 did not give an acceptable  majority for leaving the EU.

Boris Johnson and the Conservative Party's manifesto of "Get Brexit Done"  was the cue not only for the most devastating defeat in 84 years for a dithering Labour Party,  but also a conclusive decision to leave Europe.






I take heart that my decision to vote for Conservative instead of Labour  was replicated by Labour members in the North.  I have a strong empathy for the North especially when Thatcher's pit closures led to the Miners' strike of 1984-1985, when thousands of men were abandoned to the scrap heap.  The grief and despair of these Northerners were hard to live with.  We became especially close to them because Iain's Aunt Peggy was a strong supporter and sympathizer with the miners and their families.

Peggy lighting a coal-fire for her old-fashioned oven-water heater.  She has no central heating or refrigerator or television.  But she did accept her nephew's offer to install a telephone in her flat because we grumbled about keeping in easy contact with her and her safety.


Peggy passed away about 15 years ago.  Her hometown Bishop Auckland decided this on 12 December 2019.  They wanted out - they wanted Brexit.



More about Peggy.

1.   https://anaksihamid.blogspot.com/2011/06/fire-of-love-penultimate-episode.html




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Well, that's Brexit done and dusted for the spouse's country and my adopted country.







What will be the fate and future of my country and the spouse's adopted country?  Who knows, out of the woodwork we may get  a hero in Malaysia, something like this knight in UK?  Perhaps a Malaysian style Datuk Buckethead???? 






One can but wish, can't one?
  

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

I cannot turn into a sweet little, old Malay lady.



Tomorrow I return to my spouse's kampung after spending nearly seven months in my kampung.  Our abode is in the Midlands, in Leicester where our very dear friends live though some have died.

He's a very lucky Scotsman, my spouse.   The land of his forefathers is still there,  intact and safe though that security did not come easy.




This line marks the pride of the Scottish: I have withstood the shock of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.

I so wish my Tanah Air  could have reclaimed her dignity and pride after the shock of  Portugal, of Holland, of Britain and the rest of the world claiming stakes and the resources of my Tanah Pusaka.

But this we have in common.  The people of Scotland can sing with pride :
The eyes of my sons , their bright swords are glancing.
Triumphantly riding through  ruin and death.

Our Police Force and our Armed Forces have done the same, like Lieutenant Adnan from the Malay Regiment who  sacrificed his life and that of his brave comrades in holding back the Japanese in Singapore in February 1942.

But the Scots were proud of their sons and celebrated and remembered their sacrifice :  Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave over their bloody tombs.
  Malaysia was also proud of our sons, who gave up their lives during the Communist Insurgency so that the future generation could live in peace and prosperity.  The nation remembers them each year , remembering those who did not come home :



Alas the Malaysian Rakyat of today, led chiefly by the 22.6 % cohort (see AsH's posting on 27 October 2019) of Malaysia's Anak and Bangsa Malaysia have decided to spit on their tombstones instead; when the ashes of  the "Great Leader" of the Communist Insurrection were brought back surreptitiously into Malaysia in defiance of the law and the heartbeat of the Nation.  While the Scots can sing with pride Scotland the Brave,   these Malaysians who come from all levels of society, including our Leadership should hang their heads in shame.  What cowards and ingrates!

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In 1967, when I graduated from Singapore University,  my Abah advised me to  "balek" to Malaya to his and my Tanah Pusaka.  But I did not heed his counsel.  Finally, forty seven years later I realised where I really belonged.




But since 2009 when I finally received my Kad Pengenalan  (after 5 years of waiting)  almost everything that my Abah and I held dear in our Tanah Pusaka have been battered and torn by the shameful politicking and misguided  and self-serving politicisation of race and rights.

"Every nation gets the government it deserves" (Joseph de Maistre).

However the inhabitants and government of Malaysia do not deserve this generous and bountiful Tanah Pusaka .

Who will find the parang kontot and slay the burong hantu, shaitan and hantu jembalang?



In his inimitable way, P. Ramlee has brilliantly described the fate of this country.

Celaka punya penyamun, Sial!
Bikin rosak ana punya programme.






Buah amra masak bergetah,
Baharu na'mengkal gugor sendiri.
"Di pechah2 lalu perentah"
Itu - lah 'akal pena'alok negeri.        (From Kalong Bunga, Buku 1 oleh Za'ba)




Wednesday, 27 November 2019

Something is rotten in the state of Malaysia Baru.


The title comes from William Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' when Marcellus said "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."

But in Malaysia Baru, putrefaction is a better word than rot.  The rot started with the previous government and putrefaction began to set in after GE 14.




The skin tissues refer to my Tanah Air.  The  anaerobic bacteria emanates from the present ruling regime.


Source : Wikipedia


And the product of their regime consists mainly of bucketsful of  bacterial gas.


One of the most pungent and toxic output of this squalid Alliance - of  Hope (?) is when certain quarters among the so-called  Anak Malaysia / Bangsa Malaysia slyly -  with the the support(?), connivance(?) and blessings of those in the know - arranged the import of the ashes of this traitor.    And on Malaysia Day of all days!

" Chin Peng  instructed Eu Chooi Yip, the chief CPM strategist running operations in Singapore from Jakarta to "sabotage" merger and Malaysia."  Above image is from
http://thelastlibertybroadcast.blogspot.com/2014/11/history-for-historys-sake.html



What do other other people and nations - I mean people who have sovereignty and pride in their own Motherland /Fatherland - do to collaborators and traitors?




Although in the UK, some of the traitors and collaborators of the Second World War escaped punishment because of their connections and class.  It would seem that Lim Chin Peng, the Secretary-General of the Malayan Communist Party also had strings to pull from the members of his tong pau (people of the same womb) - together with some Malay and non-Malay "sympathisers".





From Wikipaedia



Notice the pecking order of the label  for the Communist Party of Malaya - English, Mandarin, Malay and Tamil.  Exactly the same as in Singapore - though they do have a majority of 70+% Chinese.

" Lu olang Bulayu Malaysia jangan bising bising.  Gua ata tulis dalam Jawi."  

Isn't it wonderful!  In today's Malaysia Baru, we are not allowed to learn Jawi in our schools!!

What more lu olang mau?

Taukeh  we want our  .......


Negara ku, Tanah tumpahnya darahku.






And this was also the oath taken by  Sgt Chee Sze Hsien(rtd)  when he responded to Taukeh Koon Yew Yin's demand that members of our Defence Force should be shunted to take the place of foreign workers in Felda estates.     Something similar to Koon's suggestion took place during China's Cultural Revolution (1966-1976) when Communist China's intellectuals were transferred to labour on  the farms as part of the "Down to the Countryside Movement".  But being an enterprising, canny tycoon, Taukeh Koon YY picks on the Askar-Askar (as most of them are Malays) not the shiftless young urban elites.





But then a brave and loyal Malaysian challenged this arrogance of Koon YY from Ipoh.





The Malaysian Armed Forces "did what we did because we want our children and your children to live in a better Malaysia."  Without "peace and stability " there would be no GAMUDA for Taukeh Koon YY and all his enterprising cronies who now make up the Financial Warlords of Malaysia.

I chose Sgt Chee's bold statement because it would, in the eyes of Taukeh Koon (and Taukeh LKS) carry more weight than a "lazy, unreliable, untrustworthy" (adjectives used by the PM of Malaysia Baru) lowly Askar Melayu.

And now we are told that the ashes of the leader of the CPM, a man who led a bloody insurrection which killed and maimed our civilians and young men in the Armed Forces and the Police Force - and a man who lived to the ripe old age of 90 - has been smuggled in by collaborators known only to the "Elite".

Oh Malaysians (some, not all).  You have no shame.

You can construct a mega-shrine, a humongous to'kong for LCP on Genting Highlands and cart his ashes and sprinkle them all over Gunung Tahan, but it doesn't make an iota of difference to the Malaysians who matter. A terrorist remains a terrorist wherever his ashes are scattered.

But think about it: what a fitting little scenario........  that the remains of this "Great  Leader" had to be surreptitiously smuggled into the Semenanjung like packets of amphetamines and sabu. 

Long Live Malaysia Baru!  Long Live the Reformasi!   This will certainly boost your chances in GE15.