The food was great. In fact, brilliant. Clothes were splendid. Fitted well, looked good. Decorations up with the usual colours : red & green mostly. Tree was lit, place brightened up, clutter of the wine glasses and kitchen utensils together with the unwrapping of gifts were on going. Despite the norm of the practice of the celebration, the joy and excitement of embracing it, was absent this year. To be precise, numbness was present instead. Physically, body was there to invite family and relatives in, to satisfying their well-grown hunger. But, the mind and soul was travelling elsewhere, to a world unknown.
I find honesty and purity of love from some, the countable some. While sarcasm and revenge from a larger portion of the crowd. One or two just butter you up to get into your pants. I wanted to run....away, far away from this charade of "happiness" and act of generosity to the hands of people who love me and respect me for who I am. I wanted to run back to the time Penguin and I were at Old Town burning our lungs to death, or to the time when Ms. Typewriter and I were trying to get high on expired plants. Or to the time where I was dancing happily with people whom I called family, these people who accepted me for the way I am, perfect or imperfect in the eyes of society.
If only I could collect these real joyful moments and bottle them up in an air tight jar, I could just open it anytime and let my mind and soul run back to these moments and drown in them, instead of running to a world unknown.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
ART
A word with only three letters in it, so significant yet undoubtedly meaningful. When someone is asked, what is art, the foremost that crosses his mind is a veteran artist with a paint brush in his hand, scribbling away a painting on an art block. This piece of drawing that is supposed to amaze the world, or better, exist as the seventh wonder of the world.
Art is actually a skill of the human mind in thinking creatively and applying it in whatever that is done. Beauty is art, fashion is art. Every fashion designer is unique in his ways, especially when it comes to being the cream of creams of the fashion industry. For an example, each would try their very best to think out of the box to come up with a creative style to beautify each model to look their very best on the runway. The skill used by the artist to create the special garment creatively, is art.
A nude model posing on the front page of the Cover Girl magazine is art. Simple and natural beauty protruded so merely, showing the world the pride she has with God's work. That is art.
Murder is art. Each killing is pre-planned in detail. Each step has its "Plan B". Precautions are not taken in a trivial way. The prey slashes his victim in specified areas, in order his message is understood crystal clear. Whether the reason was for revenge or just plainly for fun. The victim is the art block, the murderer is the artist, blood smeared all over represents paint, and the murder weapon is the paint brush.
Photography is art. Expression on faces is art. The look of fear, joy, anger and even depression inclines the work of art. Children are art. So innocent, so pure, so gullible, so fragile, yet witty at the same time. Their smile lights the darkest night, their eyes light a pathway in caverns and their laugh....oh their laugh, makes Lucifer, the God of Satan, cry. Now, that is art
"As long as men can breathe, and eyes can see,
As long lives this, and this,
Gives life to thee".
As quoted by Shakespeare in Sonnet 18 when he was comparing the beauty of his beloved to the negative attributes of sumer. The words implied seem so sophisticated, yet rhymes so beautifully when read out loud. The line, "As long as men can breathe and eyes can see" is a longer version of "as long anyone reads this poem", while "as long lives this, and this, gives life to thee" means that the more will people be known about his beloved. It is complete, just like having a plate of brownie topped with Ha'agen Dazz ice cream after enjoying a scrumptious meal at Carcosa Seri Negara. Everything about Shakespeare is literature. Shakespeare is art, literature is art.
Martial is art. The technique used to perform each swing of kick and strike of punch has its own unique way. Contraction of muscles to accelerate power. impulses sent from the brain to quicken each step and twisting of hips are some of the vigorous ways that are learnt and understood thoroughly. That is art.
The bottom line is that, art is just art by itself. There are no masks, no pretentious, just natural. Art can almost be anything. From the most perfect and sceptical matter, to the treachery and sordid lifestyle of the slums. It all depends on the perspective of a person on art.
Art is actually a skill of the human mind in thinking creatively and applying it in whatever that is done. Beauty is art, fashion is art. Every fashion designer is unique in his ways, especially when it comes to being the cream of creams of the fashion industry. For an example, each would try their very best to think out of the box to come up with a creative style to beautify each model to look their very best on the runway. The skill used by the artist to create the special garment creatively, is art.
A nude model posing on the front page of the Cover Girl magazine is art. Simple and natural beauty protruded so merely, showing the world the pride she has with God's work. That is art.
Murder is art. Each killing is pre-planned in detail. Each step has its "Plan B". Precautions are not taken in a trivial way. The prey slashes his victim in specified areas, in order his message is understood crystal clear. Whether the reason was for revenge or just plainly for fun. The victim is the art block, the murderer is the artist, blood smeared all over represents paint, and the murder weapon is the paint brush.
Photography is art. Expression on faces is art. The look of fear, joy, anger and even depression inclines the work of art. Children are art. So innocent, so pure, so gullible, so fragile, yet witty at the same time. Their smile lights the darkest night, their eyes light a pathway in caverns and their laugh....oh their laugh, makes Lucifer, the God of Satan, cry. Now, that is art
"As long as men can breathe, and eyes can see,
As long lives this, and this,
Gives life to thee".
As quoted by Shakespeare in Sonnet 18 when he was comparing the beauty of his beloved to the negative attributes of sumer. The words implied seem so sophisticated, yet rhymes so beautifully when read out loud. The line, "As long as men can breathe and eyes can see" is a longer version of "as long anyone reads this poem", while "as long lives this, and this, gives life to thee" means that the more will people be known about his beloved. It is complete, just like having a plate of brownie topped with Ha'agen Dazz ice cream after enjoying a scrumptious meal at Carcosa Seri Negara. Everything about Shakespeare is literature. Shakespeare is art, literature is art.
Martial is art. The technique used to perform each swing of kick and strike of punch has its own unique way. Contraction of muscles to accelerate power. impulses sent from the brain to quicken each step and twisting of hips are some of the vigorous ways that are learnt and understood thoroughly. That is art.
The bottom line is that, art is just art by itself. There are no masks, no pretentious, just natural. Art can almost be anything. From the most perfect and sceptical matter, to the treachery and sordid lifestyle of the slums. It all depends on the perspective of a person on art.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Louie
Oh, how wonderful today is,
The sun is shining bright,
The breeze is warm and welcoming,
I can still feel how you jumped onto me last night,
Licking me,
And wishing me good night,
And now,
I find you lying so at ease,
In body, mind and soul.
As I jump out of bed,
You tag along,
Leaving the messed up room the way it is.
As I prepare breakfast,
You start tickling my legs with yours,
Giving me the feeling of comfort being with you,
Everything was just fine.
It has been a week since we talked,
You never come over,
No more sleep-overs,
Like we used to have.
Was it something I did?
Or was it something I said?
Now, you are gone,
Leaving me cold and alone,
With no one to hold me,
Cuddle me,
Tickle me,
Like you used to.
I miss you, my friend,
My lover, my boo,
I will never forget you, Louie,
Oh, my dearest cat.
The sun is shining bright,
The breeze is warm and welcoming,
I can still feel how you jumped onto me last night,
Licking me,
And wishing me good night,
And now,
I find you lying so at ease,
In body, mind and soul.
As I jump out of bed,
You tag along,
Leaving the messed up room the way it is.
As I prepare breakfast,
You start tickling my legs with yours,
Giving me the feeling of comfort being with you,
Everything was just fine.
It has been a week since we talked,
You never come over,
No more sleep-overs,
Like we used to have.
Was it something I did?
Or was it something I said?
Now, you are gone,
Leaving me cold and alone,
With no one to hold me,
Cuddle me,
Tickle me,
Like you used to.
I miss you, my friend,
My lover, my boo,
I will never forget you, Louie,
Oh, my dearest cat.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Life On A Rat's Pace
"We are leaning on your side counsel. Do you now want to take the risk of making that point or do you want to continue with your following submission?"
"I would like to take the risk of making my point here, My Lord"
And the 40 year old burly looking man was baffled at my response. At that very point, it was quite obvious that I was digging my own grave, but since it was my last show (or that is what I am thinking), go-to-hell-with-safe-choices. Lady Daphne Khoo was like, "She has decided to take the risk." Lord Anand Raj broodily gave me 30 seconds to make my submission and having done that, I followed up with my other submissions. By the time the 20 minutes was over, I was practically sweating under that black Nichii pants and white shirt topped with a black blazer and accompanied by a pair of Carlo Rino black cot shoes.
I got back to my seat and felt my blood rushing at a speed of 200kmph and my heart beating faster than it usually did. That was my worst performance ever and I had made a fool out of myself. As my opponent's turn was over, it was then my partners'. He, who always seemed fond of doing the rebuttals (done at the conclusion of moots when both sides have presented their submissions), handed me the job to do it as he couldn't absorb any more of the judges' comments. But eventually, he ended up rebutting as there was a 3 minute break before the rebuttals were on.
After presenting our cases and rebuttals, the judges will proceed to another room and come up with the judgment, in lieu of our arguments. In the meantime, we had a fag break. (duh after that much of pressure put into, a person needs a BREAK!!)
"Hey guys, they are in."
We quickly threw our fags down to the 3rd floor staircase, wore our blazers as we rushed into the deliberation room. The judges had seem to have found their seats.
"Nice of ya'll to join us, counsels." Anand Raj critiqued.
"Apologies, My Lord" we contended.
It was followed by an overall evaluation of both respondents and appellants and the judgment favoured us, purely on the basis of sufficient interest. The royal prerogative argument was stronger by the appellants' but as they lacked this one case : The Fire Brigade's Union, we robbed the win. While on the competition, they were pleased to announce that we too won the moots and to my surprise, they awarded me the best mooter. This was continued with individual evaluation where the judges pointed out my weaknesses when I asked the judge "What do you think?" and used the word "sought" instead of "seek" for judicial review. That officially ended moots, and then came the hand shakes and flashing of cameras.
Just when Penguin and I were wondering where to eat, it was made known that there was food available (yay, free lunch!!) and all mooters were supposed to dine with the judges. I was pretty reluctant as DUH dining with the JUDGES?? I mean they are practicing lawyers at these huge, and I mean HUGE, law firms. KP comforted me that they will not be talking about any law crap and told me to take a chill pill. Since he was going to have lunch together, I felt a little secure.
As the judges were pre-occupied with something else, we were too hungry to wait, so we dug into the 2 pieces of fried chicken topped with chilli paste, accompanied with a small bowl of briyani rice. Mr Anand and Ms Daphne joined us some 15 minutes later, together with the lecturers, Mr Daniel and Ms Irene. The subject eventually evolved around the ex-director of UOL, Mr Wayne Morrison, who once leaked the criminology paper during Ant's year. Mr Anand didn't seem all too surprised about his irresponsible act.
Oh well, lets pack this granpa-granma stories in a box and get to the icing of the cake. The day ended with Penguin driving us to this wonderful place, The Rose, at Ampang Road. There was this beautiful statute of a naked-woman-fountain and huge couches to unwind and relax. We ordered a mix of peach and mint which gave a wonderful smell and that came with a complimentary Arabian tea. Since she hadn't taken her lunch, we ordered a plate of mashed aubergines with plain bread. If you are in search of a place to take a break with affordable food and hookah, Rose is the place. It just unwinds your thoughts and creates this serene addictive atmosphere. Satisfied with our supply of tobacco for the day, we headed home.
The night wrapped herself up after a wholesome dinner at Ash's place and a late night teh tarik at Palani's (alas, I got the name right!) It was quite difficult to swallow the sudden change of situation. Once when I was to the brink of dying out of sheer embarassment that I would pee in my pants, to the serene and comfy surrounding later that day, it comes to show how fast time passes by and that life goes on as usual. You may have murdered the President of the United States or awarded the Pulitzer Price, this will definitely bring the flashing of cameras and the muttering of words, but just for that moment. Then, people move on. Life just goes as usual. Its just you, that need to realise that very fact, and move on too.
"Ambition never is in a great hurry, it merely keeps pace with circumstances and with my general way of thinking" - Napolean Bonaparte
"I would like to take the risk of making my point here, My Lord"
And the 40 year old burly looking man was baffled at my response. At that very point, it was quite obvious that I was digging my own grave, but since it was my last show (or that is what I am thinking), go-to-hell-with-safe-choices. Lady Daphne Khoo was like, "She has decided to take the risk." Lord Anand Raj broodily gave me 30 seconds to make my submission and having done that, I followed up with my other submissions. By the time the 20 minutes was over, I was practically sweating under that black Nichii pants and white shirt topped with a black blazer and accompanied by a pair of Carlo Rino black cot shoes.
I got back to my seat and felt my blood rushing at a speed of 200kmph and my heart beating faster than it usually did. That was my worst performance ever and I had made a fool out of myself. As my opponent's turn was over, it was then my partners'. He, who always seemed fond of doing the rebuttals (done at the conclusion of moots when both sides have presented their submissions), handed me the job to do it as he couldn't absorb any more of the judges' comments. But eventually, he ended up rebutting as there was a 3 minute break before the rebuttals were on.
After presenting our cases and rebuttals, the judges will proceed to another room and come up with the judgment, in lieu of our arguments. In the meantime, we had a fag break. (duh after that much of pressure put into, a person needs a BREAK!!)
"Hey guys, they are in."
We quickly threw our fags down to the 3rd floor staircase, wore our blazers as we rushed into the deliberation room. The judges had seem to have found their seats.
"Nice of ya'll to join us, counsels." Anand Raj critiqued.
"Apologies, My Lord" we contended.
It was followed by an overall evaluation of both respondents and appellants and the judgment favoured us, purely on the basis of sufficient interest. The royal prerogative argument was stronger by the appellants' but as they lacked this one case : The Fire Brigade's Union, we robbed the win. While on the competition, they were pleased to announce that we too won the moots and to my surprise, they awarded me the best mooter. This was continued with individual evaluation where the judges pointed out my weaknesses when I asked the judge "What do you think?" and used the word "sought" instead of "seek" for judicial review. That officially ended moots, and then came the hand shakes and flashing of cameras.
Just when Penguin and I were wondering where to eat, it was made known that there was food available (yay, free lunch!!) and all mooters were supposed to dine with the judges. I was pretty reluctant as DUH dining with the JUDGES?? I mean they are practicing lawyers at these huge, and I mean HUGE, law firms. KP comforted me that they will not be talking about any law crap and told me to take a chill pill. Since he was going to have lunch together, I felt a little secure.
As the judges were pre-occupied with something else, we were too hungry to wait, so we dug into the 2 pieces of fried chicken topped with chilli paste, accompanied with a small bowl of briyani rice. Mr Anand and Ms Daphne joined us some 15 minutes later, together with the lecturers, Mr Daniel and Ms Irene. The subject eventually evolved around the ex-director of UOL, Mr Wayne Morrison, who once leaked the criminology paper during Ant's year. Mr Anand didn't seem all too surprised about his irresponsible act.
Oh well, lets pack this granpa-granma stories in a box and get to the icing of the cake. The day ended with Penguin driving us to this wonderful place, The Rose, at Ampang Road. There was this beautiful statute of a naked-woman-fountain and huge couches to unwind and relax. We ordered a mix of peach and mint which gave a wonderful smell and that came with a complimentary Arabian tea. Since she hadn't taken her lunch, we ordered a plate of mashed aubergines with plain bread. If you are in search of a place to take a break with affordable food and hookah, Rose is the place. It just unwinds your thoughts and creates this serene addictive atmosphere. Satisfied with our supply of tobacco for the day, we headed home.
The night wrapped herself up after a wholesome dinner at Ash's place and a late night teh tarik at Palani's (alas, I got the name right!) It was quite difficult to swallow the sudden change of situation. Once when I was to the brink of dying out of sheer embarassment that I would pee in my pants, to the serene and comfy surrounding later that day, it comes to show how fast time passes by and that life goes on as usual. You may have murdered the President of the United States or awarded the Pulitzer Price, this will definitely bring the flashing of cameras and the muttering of words, but just for that moment. Then, people move on. Life just goes as usual. Its just you, that need to realise that very fact, and move on too.
"Ambition never is in a great hurry, it merely keeps pace with circumstances and with my general way of thinking" - Napolean Bonaparte
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Get Up and Get Going
"He's printing money, what....Eh, no lah....That kelevi (granny, in Tamil) has no money. That's right....hahaha"
Hearing my dad gossiping about this far-relation uncle of mine, made me smile and giggle - something I haven't done in almost 3 days. My mind still can't seem to accept reality. The reality that I am a failure. Yes, I admit. Placing aside my ego, my pride, and my so-called intelligence that I thought would make me different from my fellow mates, I fall to my knees and shall cry my heart out and ask ; Where did I go wrong?
Now, the world seems to turn its back on me. Trapping myself in my room, this 4-wall chamber seems to be closing into me, suffocating me...killing me. Everywhere I turn, eyes dart away from me. I've become this disappointing speciment. Hopes and wishes kept inside this Jar of Success, has now slipped from my fingers and fallen on to this hard surface, shattering into millions of pieces. I DO NOT DESERVE THIS.
"I have marked your paper before...probably...did you answer all questions? Did you have enough time? Or maybe, did you panic?"
Yes. Yes and No. I was freaking consulting other students not to panic, for Pete's sake. Ms Anne just tried reassuring me that shit happens for a reason. She starts giving me alternatives of shifting to Scheme B, which will prolong my course for another year or just refering in the November examination. After much words of comfort and wiping off tears welling in my eyes, we left her office and decided to consult a 2nd opinion. I STILL DO NOT DESERVE THIS.
Unexpected and pretty much shocked was Anu's reaction. Eventually, my cousin who has been in this same field, opened my mind to the very purpose of these examinations. Only then did it come to my senses that the reason I wanted this degree so badly was to be able to speak for justice of the detrimental and bring hope to a dying culture, towards building a bright generation. Thus, it would not serve a purpose if I did manage to perform successfully on paper, or a certified acceptance that I am indeed a bright student, if I cannot perform those deeds, at the end of the day.
Once you fall, you got to stand up again. You can't just fall and lie at that very spot. You gotta stand up and find which stone that made you trip.
There goes my father, rhythming his way through his philosophical-dictionary-mind. Undoubtedly, he makes perfect sense. From the part of me literally pulling my hair, wailing my heart in agony, shedding tears, and locking myself out from public for 3 continous days, I have to.....HAVE TO move on and accept the fact that things cannot be changed and they happen for a reason.
"It sometimes can backfire and make life more complicated" - Fred Sanders
Hearing my dad gossiping about this far-relation uncle of mine, made me smile and giggle - something I haven't done in almost 3 days. My mind still can't seem to accept reality. The reality that I am a failure. Yes, I admit. Placing aside my ego, my pride, and my so-called intelligence that I thought would make me different from my fellow mates, I fall to my knees and shall cry my heart out and ask ; Where did I go wrong?
Now, the world seems to turn its back on me. Trapping myself in my room, this 4-wall chamber seems to be closing into me, suffocating me...killing me. Everywhere I turn, eyes dart away from me. I've become this disappointing speciment. Hopes and wishes kept inside this Jar of Success, has now slipped from my fingers and fallen on to this hard surface, shattering into millions of pieces. I DO NOT DESERVE THIS.
"I have marked your paper before...probably...did you answer all questions? Did you have enough time? Or maybe, did you panic?"
Yes. Yes and No. I was freaking consulting other students not to panic, for Pete's sake. Ms Anne just tried reassuring me that shit happens for a reason. She starts giving me alternatives of shifting to Scheme B, which will prolong my course for another year or just refering in the November examination. After much words of comfort and wiping off tears welling in my eyes, we left her office and decided to consult a 2nd opinion. I STILL DO NOT DESERVE THIS.
Unexpected and pretty much shocked was Anu's reaction. Eventually, my cousin who has been in this same field, opened my mind to the very purpose of these examinations. Only then did it come to my senses that the reason I wanted this degree so badly was to be able to speak for justice of the detrimental and bring hope to a dying culture, towards building a bright generation. Thus, it would not serve a purpose if I did manage to perform successfully on paper, or a certified acceptance that I am indeed a bright student, if I cannot perform those deeds, at the end of the day.
Once you fall, you got to stand up again. You can't just fall and lie at that very spot. You gotta stand up and find which stone that made you trip.
There goes my father, rhythming his way through his philosophical-dictionary-mind. Undoubtedly, he makes perfect sense. From the part of me literally pulling my hair, wailing my heart in agony, shedding tears, and locking myself out from public for 3 continous days, I have to.....HAVE TO move on and accept the fact that things cannot be changed and they happen for a reason.
"It sometimes can backfire and make life more complicated" - Fred Sanders
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Purpose-Less
So, there I was. Doing the same ol' shit I used to, one time ago. Literally cleaning up poop and changing the newspapers where the dogs sleep on their rusted and almost broken cages, is the basic cleaning done twice a day. Well despite the lavatory smell the morass place lets out, at least SPCA (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) provides the shelter and food needed for the unwanted and left-idle dogs and cats. As you may have already concluded by now, yes, I have volunteered to provide my service to help this under-paid organisation to continue to support these stray animals.
Recently, it came to my attention about the intership available where, you would be tied to this "work" for as long as you would want to and because you are not paid, you can choose what time to show up and what time to leave. Since I have wasted the whole month of June, practically laying eggs at home and growing more layers of fat, turning myself into this gulab jamun (for those who are in the dark, gulab jamun is a type of Indian sweet which looks like "waffle balls" in a sugar syrup flavoured with cardamon seeds and rosewater or saffron), I decided to put my public service in practice!
Well anyway, back to the days routine at the shelter. Altogether, 5 of us cleaning up the place where 4 are permanent workers. Having completed basic cleaning, the meat will be separated from the bones of priorly boiled chickens. The bones will then be mixed in one pan where there is a mixture of cooked rice and pellets while the meat will be mixed in another pan where there is only cooked rice. The latter pan is for the puppies while the former is given to dogs as they will be able to break down the bones without chocking themselves. Having placed in their respective bowls and served to them hot-from-the-oven, it is our time for lunch!
The workers were pretty friendly to talk to and they invited me to join them for lunch at this nearby mamak restaurant. Though having brought my lunch box, I thought 'Oh, what the heck? Its time for knowing me, knowing you...aha...' I tagged along and had my lunch there itself. About an hour or so later, the story really begins when we got back.
After lunch, I proceeded to the same cage I was at, earlier. As by now, the dogs would have messed up the place and their bowls would have been chewed into pieces. It was pretty obvious that one of the dogs was having her monthly cycle because the floor had patches of blood scattered around. Taking it as something normal and deemed to occur, casually I got on with the routine. But, Appu (one of the 4 workers I went out for lunch with) started grumbling about the place being smelly and dirty. So, he went up to one of the dogs and what seemed to be checking the dog's gums, turned out to be that he was literally hurting the dog by pinching and squeezing its lips.The dog was already squeaking in pain while Appu (hate repeating his ominous name) continued to curse at her and just when I thought the torture drill was over, he started punching the helpless dog! I ran up to him and told him that it was hopeless what he is doing and tried to assure him that I can help him clean up the place. And just when I thought the worst was over, he sighed and adjourned to another cage and to my horror he starts playing with another petrified dog's penis! Yes! The dog's fucking penis! Hhmm...that does not sound right together.
But, seriously what is the purpose of having a centre to care for hungry and homeless animals when they are subject to worse abuse? According to the vet, Dr Lim, it seems that dude has to be given a 'pep-talk' every now and then to keep his behaviour on the right track. Oh urm, pardon me, a pep-talk? Then why in the Devil's name have you taken in him for this job at the first place?!
Colin Clarke once said that, “We've got to make sensible choices about what's best for the team, and we've got to be sure we're 100 percent right at the important times.” In this case, the main players in the team are the dogs. The coach is Dr Lim while the supporting players are the workers working first hand with the dogs, which brings in Appu. If he cannot perform his best and what is expected of him in this crucial game of upkeeping this centre of relief for lost animals, it will eventually bring only devastation to the team. Even if the coaching is at its level best, if the players do not support each other in the field, the game is lost.
Recently, it came to my attention about the intership available where, you would be tied to this "work" for as long as you would want to and because you are not paid, you can choose what time to show up and what time to leave. Since I have wasted the whole month of June, practically laying eggs at home and growing more layers of fat, turning myself into this gulab jamun (for those who are in the dark, gulab jamun is a type of Indian sweet which looks like "waffle balls" in a sugar syrup flavoured with cardamon seeds and rosewater or saffron), I decided to put my public service in practice!
Well anyway, back to the days routine at the shelter. Altogether, 5 of us cleaning up the place where 4 are permanent workers. Having completed basic cleaning, the meat will be separated from the bones of priorly boiled chickens. The bones will then be mixed in one pan where there is a mixture of cooked rice and pellets while the meat will be mixed in another pan where there is only cooked rice. The latter pan is for the puppies while the former is given to dogs as they will be able to break down the bones without chocking themselves. Having placed in their respective bowls and served to them hot-from-the-oven, it is our time for lunch!
The workers were pretty friendly to talk to and they invited me to join them for lunch at this nearby mamak restaurant. Though having brought my lunch box, I thought 'Oh, what the heck? Its time for knowing me, knowing you...aha...' I tagged along and had my lunch there itself. About an hour or so later, the story really begins when we got back.
After lunch, I proceeded to the same cage I was at, earlier. As by now, the dogs would have messed up the place and their bowls would have been chewed into pieces. It was pretty obvious that one of the dogs was having her monthly cycle because the floor had patches of blood scattered around. Taking it as something normal and deemed to occur, casually I got on with the routine. But, Appu (one of the 4 workers I went out for lunch with) started grumbling about the place being smelly and dirty. So, he went up to one of the dogs and what seemed to be checking the dog's gums, turned out to be that he was literally hurting the dog by pinching and squeezing its lips.The dog was already squeaking in pain while Appu (hate repeating his ominous name) continued to curse at her and just when I thought the torture drill was over, he started punching the helpless dog! I ran up to him and told him that it was hopeless what he is doing and tried to assure him that I can help him clean up the place. And just when I thought the worst was over, he sighed and adjourned to another cage and to my horror he starts playing with another petrified dog's penis! Yes! The dog's fucking penis! Hhmm...that does not sound right together.
But, seriously what is the purpose of having a centre to care for hungry and homeless animals when they are subject to worse abuse? According to the vet, Dr Lim, it seems that dude has to be given a 'pep-talk' every now and then to keep his behaviour on the right track. Oh urm, pardon me, a pep-talk? Then why in the Devil's name have you taken in him for this job at the first place?!
Colin Clarke once said that, “We've got to make sensible choices about what's best for the team, and we've got to be sure we're 100 percent right at the important times.” In this case, the main players in the team are the dogs. The coach is Dr Lim while the supporting players are the workers working first hand with the dogs, which brings in Appu. If he cannot perform his best and what is expected of him in this crucial game of upkeeping this centre of relief for lost animals, it will eventually bring only devastation to the team. Even if the coaching is at its level best, if the players do not support each other in the field, the game is lost.
Friday, June 11, 2010
List of Things I Love and Hate about being a Teenager
Or is it list of things I loved and hated about being a teenager? Well anyway, here it goes :
LOVED
1. Need not think of the future.
2. The only worries were to get to school in time.
3. Parents were the escape route when caught in trouble.
4. Practically everything was prepared. From everyday meals to transport for extra classes and pre-planned holidays during school breaks.
5. Monthly allowances.
6. Friends were available 24-7.
7. Lousy teacher to be made fun of.
8. Mistakes were forgivable.
9. Least thinking needed.
10. Knew lesser of the happenings around the world.
HATED
1. CURFEWS!!!!
2. Calls from home every 5 minutes checking on my whereabouts.
3. Politics in school on who is the most popular kid.
4. The need to keep my shoelace tied all the time and uniforms ironed.
5. Parents bugging to study hard and get the grades higher.
6. The time limit of going online as there was no wifi then.
7. Emergency calls made using the phone booth. ( I didn't have a handphone then )
8. Lack of freedom.
9. Ideas not taken seriously by older people especially parents. "Words of a young person is immature talk" according to them.
10. Indian parents think that they are Gods. Whatever they said was right, even if it was wrong. Whatever we, teenagers, said was never right, even if it really was.
http://www.friendsofbooks.com/
LOVED
1. Need not think of the future.
2. The only worries were to get to school in time.
3. Parents were the escape route when caught in trouble.
4. Practically everything was prepared. From everyday meals to transport for extra classes and pre-planned holidays during school breaks.
5. Monthly allowances.
6. Friends were available 24-7.
7. Lousy teacher to be made fun of.
8. Mistakes were forgivable.
9. Least thinking needed.
10. Knew lesser of the happenings around the world.
HATED
1. CURFEWS!!!!
2. Calls from home every 5 minutes checking on my whereabouts.
3. Politics in school on who is the most popular kid.
4. The need to keep my shoelace tied all the time and uniforms ironed.
5. Parents bugging to study hard and get the grades higher.
6. The time limit of going online as there was no wifi then.
7. Emergency calls made using the phone booth. ( I didn't have a handphone then )
8. Lack of freedom.
9. Ideas not taken seriously by older people especially parents. "Words of a young person is immature talk" according to them.
10. Indian parents think that they are Gods. Whatever they said was right, even if it was wrong. Whatever we, teenagers, said was never right, even if it really was.
http://www.friendsofbooks.com/
45
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
Whatever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
Whatever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
by Shinedown
Monday, May 3, 2010
Jeng Jeng Jeng
Clock struck 3. Seemed sinfully dark outside. The losers went on looking for their next victim, like vultures in search for carcass. In this case, I was the vulture. Lost in the rush of adrenaline, we engaged throughout the night, till at one point my body couldn't take it any longer and my brains said, Enough is enough. "Hey, dude look. That was sweet. But I gotta run. Catch ya sometime later". And I switched the streamyx modem off and clicked "shut down" on my laptop, without the need to know his response. Clock showed 4.15. Switching the lights off, I climbed into my bed, tucked beneath my sheets, and hung on to my bolster.
Darkness grew over me. Shimmering lights seem to appear from the corner of that very cavern. Echos can be heard wavering. Cold wind stroked my hair back and forth, rustling it through the idleness of the night. The only truthful sound that could be heard was the sound of my endless breathing. The echos seem to grow louder, but now it doesn't seem much of an echo. More of a whisper. It sounds so familiar, so close, so sad, yet terrifyingly worried. Eventually, sounding more of a cry....a voice! Yes! It is a voice of someone I know! She is crying, or isn't she?
The sobbing was directly coming from the entrance of the room. A figure, so familiar, at a sight I could recognise who it was. The lights were turned on. Angel was standing at the doorway, clinging on to the part of the wall where it was made from wood-weeping! My heart almost stopped. I got of the bed, and dashed out to grab hold of her. "There...there. It's alright. I'm here", I assured her. I looked at the clock, sadly hammered to the wall, it showed 5 minutes to 6. Jesus Christ! I slept for lesser than 2 hours? Snapping back to reality, I adhered her cautiously back to her bed and the first thing that came to my mind after doing so was,
"Now, where the heck did that holy oil go to?"
"Now, where the heck did that holy oil go to?"
I diverted back to the alter, borrowed the holy oil from the man with the long curly hair and face covered with beard, who was in the framed photograph next to another which had a lovely looking lady in it with her head covered with a scarf. Dipping my hand in, I placed some on her forehead and her neck, with the sign of the cross. She was still weeping when I placed it on her head, only that now it is a little slow and less vigorous.
"I heard it again.....everytime I keep the door open, it comes back, haunting me. I couldn't control myself. It was pushing me...." she said between sobs. I cut her short, reassuring that everything is fine now. Closing the balcony door behind me, I returned to her and directed her back to my room. After a few minutes of persuasion, she agreed to get some minutes of rest on my bed. Leaving the room lighted up, with a big sigh I headed downstairs and performed the usual routine of lighting up the hall, continued with the dining room and lastly the kitchen, allowing Elmo out for his daily dosage of the "wee morning cool breeze".
"What are you doing?", she questioned from the pavement of the 20 year old wooden stairs. "Nah, nothing. Just the usual stuff", trying my very best to sound like it was another ordinary morning with nothing unusual taking place prior. Putting the whole incident at the back of my head, I got back to my daily activities trying to live life normal. It was just before I wanted to head to the kitchen for a bite, she called me up to the balcony.
"Here, listen. Can you hear that? That jingling sound. It's coming from the tree, the neighbours'. That was the exact noise I hear every single time before the attack takes place. It will push me towards the bed so hard and with much intensity, I instantaneously forget my prayers. Can you believe it even makes me forget the Our Father?"
So since you forget it, why don't you just renounce from Christianity? Our Father is like THE prayer every Christian should keep in heart till the very last of their breath. Snapping back to reality, "That is the sound of the insect, for pete's sake!", I exclaimed
"No...no...listen again..."
(to be continued)
Friday, April 16, 2010
A Time for A Change
I was watching this series called Army Wives over lunch, which was about 2 hours ago. It revolves around this bunch of women and a man whose other half is involved in the army. Some would be mere soldiers that fight in wartime, while some would be lieutenants and so on.
The usual run of the 1 hour episode will have a moral ending in the end. This time, it was about this lady, one of the army wives, who convinced her long lost friend to give a short speech. The speech was supposed to be inspirational to this group of young people who lost their legs to their own carelessness. Lets call her friend, Mac. Mac too lost his legs due to his reckless driving on the road, few months back.
In the hall where he was supposed to deliver his side of the story, here is the crux of it :
"I don't know how to start this. A friend of mine told me that it would be good to start of with a joke"
(crowd giggling)
"But, we know that the joke is on us, uh? It was a Friday afternoon on May the 2nd when I was on my way out and I came back without them. You know, you just live in a different manner after that incident. Frustration sets in. Anger takes control. Every single day you regret. We beat ourselves because we can't seem to forgive ourselves. But, if it weren't for May the 2nd, I wouldn't be here right now talking to you. If I hadn't gone through that accident, I wouldn't have seen this side of me. See, sometimes we just have to let it go. Let go the frustration. Let go the anger. Let go the grudge we have implanted inside us. Because, if we don't, it is just going to be a hurdle for us to reach our highest potential. If we let this growing hatred inside us go, we let ourselves free from the extra weight. That extra burden. That leash tied around our neck to stop us from reaching our goals. We let go of the very thing that had been holding us behind to reach what we are supposed to reach - our maximum potential. We turn into this person we never knew existed inside us. So, just let go. What has happened to us is for a reason. To make us lead a new life differently from others. This is a gift given to us. Months to come is not going to be easy. I would not lie that it will be easy. It will not be. But, the challenges ahead make us reach a higher being that we are right now. Thank you for coming guys."
It struck me at that very moment. The grudge that I hold inside me. The anger that grows on my skin which pops out every single time pressure is applied. And, of course, the regrets that I hold from my past actions. And then, I stopped to ponder, what if I were just to forget and actually let go all this hatred and negative aura around me? I would definitely feel less burdened and this fringe that keeps forming between my eyebrows would be cleared.
So, I sat there. The exact same spot where I was having my over cooked rice, which looked half porridge, with fish sambal and coleslaw. My fingers were still stained with the dried sambal. Yet, I sat there thinking of all the people I had grudges on and the reasons why I had them at the first place. I ended up questioning myself, do these reasons still matter?
In a flash of thought, I felt that it was worthwhile to let go all the anger towards those people I had in mind and the receiver deserves it. But then again, when I started thinking, and asked myself whether was it REALLY worth the time spent? Not one incident could I find that was worth showing my anger to. The consequence was whether the receiver was not bothered to hear what I had to say or it had created a huge scar in a relationship so sacred, you wished you could pull back all words uttered.
Sometimes, we say things we are not supposed to. Maybe not in that nick of time. But, being mere humans at the end of the day, we definitely cannot attain ideality. Even dreams do not show us being perfect, let alone reality. Human frailty is deemed to set in and take place, most of the times. Especially, during unwanted hours. And if we are going to sit back and fret over it, beating ourselves on why such a incident occured, it would not serve any purpose.
Mistakes happen. That is inevitable. Move on. Work towards a channel where consciousness is primary and not selfishness. Only then can these mistakes be carved to a smaller figure. A more manageable figure. A figure which will be under control and not which is in control.
“You don't hit, you try to find a mistake. You have to get in there and constantly battle against him.” - Troy Glaus
The usual run of the 1 hour episode will have a moral ending in the end. This time, it was about this lady, one of the army wives, who convinced her long lost friend to give a short speech. The speech was supposed to be inspirational to this group of young people who lost their legs to their own carelessness. Lets call her friend, Mac. Mac too lost his legs due to his reckless driving on the road, few months back.
In the hall where he was supposed to deliver his side of the story, here is the crux of it :
"I don't know how to start this. A friend of mine told me that it would be good to start of with a joke"
(crowd giggling)
"But, we know that the joke is on us, uh? It was a Friday afternoon on May the 2nd when I was on my way out and I came back without them. You know, you just live in a different manner after that incident. Frustration sets in. Anger takes control. Every single day you regret. We beat ourselves because we can't seem to forgive ourselves. But, if it weren't for May the 2nd, I wouldn't be here right now talking to you. If I hadn't gone through that accident, I wouldn't have seen this side of me. See, sometimes we just have to let it go. Let go the frustration. Let go the anger. Let go the grudge we have implanted inside us. Because, if we don't, it is just going to be a hurdle for us to reach our highest potential. If we let this growing hatred inside us go, we let ourselves free from the extra weight. That extra burden. That leash tied around our neck to stop us from reaching our goals. We let go of the very thing that had been holding us behind to reach what we are supposed to reach - our maximum potential. We turn into this person we never knew existed inside us. So, just let go. What has happened to us is for a reason. To make us lead a new life differently from others. This is a gift given to us. Months to come is not going to be easy. I would not lie that it will be easy. It will not be. But, the challenges ahead make us reach a higher being that we are right now. Thank you for coming guys."
It struck me at that very moment. The grudge that I hold inside me. The anger that grows on my skin which pops out every single time pressure is applied. And, of course, the regrets that I hold from my past actions. And then, I stopped to ponder, what if I were just to forget and actually let go all this hatred and negative aura around me? I would definitely feel less burdened and this fringe that keeps forming between my eyebrows would be cleared.
So, I sat there. The exact same spot where I was having my over cooked rice, which looked half porridge, with fish sambal and coleslaw. My fingers were still stained with the dried sambal. Yet, I sat there thinking of all the people I had grudges on and the reasons why I had them at the first place. I ended up questioning myself, do these reasons still matter?
In a flash of thought, I felt that it was worthwhile to let go all the anger towards those people I had in mind and the receiver deserves it. But then again, when I started thinking, and asked myself whether was it REALLY worth the time spent? Not one incident could I find that was worth showing my anger to. The consequence was whether the receiver was not bothered to hear what I had to say or it had created a huge scar in a relationship so sacred, you wished you could pull back all words uttered.
Sometimes, we say things we are not supposed to. Maybe not in that nick of time. But, being mere humans at the end of the day, we definitely cannot attain ideality. Even dreams do not show us being perfect, let alone reality. Human frailty is deemed to set in and take place, most of the times. Especially, during unwanted hours. And if we are going to sit back and fret over it, beating ourselves on why such a incident occured, it would not serve any purpose.
Mistakes happen. That is inevitable. Move on. Work towards a channel where consciousness is primary and not selfishness. Only then can these mistakes be carved to a smaller figure. A more manageable figure. A figure which will be under control and not which is in control.
“You don't hit, you try to find a mistake. You have to get in there and constantly battle against him.” - Troy Glaus
Saturday, March 27, 2010
M.E.
Can't you like just SHUT UP?? I mean there is one thing to advise a person in the correct manner with the correct words and terms to actually build a solid and reasonable sentence, and another of just bursting out in pissed up tone and a fucking high pitch. What does it actually bring you to? People walking away from you and not listening to whatever crap you are uttering about. The reason, you ask? Its pure ridicule bullshit. Exactly, RIDICULED BULLSHIT. That's what it is. So what if she has to call the same person 3 bloody times to make sure of an adoption? If you find it just too bloody rude, then its HER FUCKING PROBLEM! PISS OFF! She is old enough to know what is right for her and what is not. It is high time to learn from her errors and is definitely high time for her to do things HERSELF!
Your world revolves with this man. Whom I really don't know till today. I don't know why he acts that way, I don't know what he does, heck I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. He aint giving a damn about me...SO WHAT? His love and life lives miles away from where he is at the moment. And obviously, he has kept his priorities somewhat with much recklessness. And through this same reckless man, who has ignored, taunted and jeered at you for the past 25 years (silver jubilee, some say), you are still blaming yourself for the wrongs that he has done? Now, where is the logic in that? Knowing that it is not true, yet it is a little too late to pull yourself out because you seemed to have drowned yourself into this delusion of, may I quote, " dumbness and stupidity with that much of intelligence". And when she tries her level best to shed light upon this darkness of yours, you shut that little rays of shine that make its way through, encouraging yourself that she aint worth listening to.
At one hand she is told to think for herself because she knows what is right and wrong. The moment she actually attempts that independence of thinking, bars to freedom is suddenly arisen out of nowhere and she is thrown back to that same small, rotting, stenched and horrified box (oh believe me. you wish you weren't there). At one hand, she is told about how fine it is to actually de-stress with limits and control. The moment she experiences it, tantrums of anger are shown, protruding that a display of embarassment has been showed all because of their bloody parameters of intelligence! Judgement A for person B going through case C. But, Judgement Y for person Z going through case C. Typical cases but different judgement for different people? Would anyone in their right state of mind explain the justifying of this?? Because, I can't comprehend it from which ever angle I look at it.
Thus, I am done of helping. I am sick of taking the trouble to shed tears when I see you at your lowest end. I hate knowing how you feel just by your look and knowing how you would react at certain issues. I hate knowing your likes and dislikes. I hate working up for your expectation. I hate trying to make you happy. I am fed up of trying not to make you feel left out. I am tired of making you understand the better side of life and talking to you about nothing, yet laugh about it. Because you would just use it against me - somehow. I hate living for you. I want to live my life my way. Immaterial with or without your approval. Barriers up, gaps created, silence endorsed.
“I've never said 'why me?'. That's life. I try to keep a positive attitude. If you start feeling sorry for yourself, that's when it gets bad.” - Rick Schwartz
Your world revolves with this man. Whom I really don't know till today. I don't know why he acts that way, I don't know what he does, heck I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. He aint giving a damn about me...SO WHAT? His love and life lives miles away from where he is at the moment. And obviously, he has kept his priorities somewhat with much recklessness. And through this same reckless man, who has ignored, taunted and jeered at you for the past 25 years (silver jubilee, some say), you are still blaming yourself for the wrongs that he has done? Now, where is the logic in that? Knowing that it is not true, yet it is a little too late to pull yourself out because you seemed to have drowned yourself into this delusion of, may I quote, " dumbness and stupidity with that much of intelligence". And when she tries her level best to shed light upon this darkness of yours, you shut that little rays of shine that make its way through, encouraging yourself that she aint worth listening to.
At one hand she is told to think for herself because she knows what is right and wrong. The moment she actually attempts that independence of thinking, bars to freedom is suddenly arisen out of nowhere and she is thrown back to that same small, rotting, stenched and horrified box (oh believe me. you wish you weren't there). At one hand, she is told about how fine it is to actually de-stress with limits and control. The moment she experiences it, tantrums of anger are shown, protruding that a display of embarassment has been showed all because of their bloody parameters of intelligence! Judgement A for person B going through case C. But, Judgement Y for person Z going through case C. Typical cases but different judgement for different people? Would anyone in their right state of mind explain the justifying of this?? Because, I can't comprehend it from which ever angle I look at it.
Thus, I am done of helping. I am sick of taking the trouble to shed tears when I see you at your lowest end. I hate knowing how you feel just by your look and knowing how you would react at certain issues. I hate knowing your likes and dislikes. I hate working up for your expectation. I hate trying to make you happy. I am fed up of trying not to make you feel left out. I am tired of making you understand the better side of life and talking to you about nothing, yet laugh about it. Because you would just use it against me - somehow. I hate living for you. I want to live my life my way. Immaterial with or without your approval. Barriers up, gaps created, silence endorsed.
“I've never said 'why me?'. That's life. I try to keep a positive attitude. If you start feeling sorry for yourself, that's when it gets bad.” - Rick Schwartz
Friday, January 29, 2010
Just Another Year
Disgust, indignation, and strong aversion of antipathy, crept in to the very depth of my soul as I continued watching the CNN news broadcasting about acid throwing victims concentrated mainly in India. The attractive, upwardly mobile woman whom once resided in Bangalore, India with everything going in her track until 1999, when she turned her former boss' marriage proposal down. And as soughting revenge, he poured 2 litres of concentrated hydrochloric acid over her body.
Mere 19 year old, Haseena Hussain has since then joined the Campaign and Struggle Against Acid Attacks on Women (CSAAAW) to fight the surge of acid violence against women. In this 21st Century, women are STILL the center to "sought revenge" on to. Could ego have so much of weight hence, revenge is the only way to defend a man's dignity? How low can we humans go?
In Northern Ireland, schools are segregated based on denominations of the Christian faith. And after centuries of conflict amongst the Christians, only now has it come to the senses of the Anglican Archbishop of a possibility of having Catholic-Anglican schools together as one. Thus, it continues. The basic fight of unity amongst people originating from the same faith. Isn't it enough of the immense fights that take place amongst different faiths already?
PETA has yet to kick some consideration of humanity into Canadians as their campaign to end the Canadian Seal Slaughter that take place during the Vancouver Olympic Games annually. The very addiction to an overall demand of fur is the only thing that keeps these fur trade industries do what they are absolutely passionate about - clubbing baby seals, beating dogs to death for their meat, make great white sharks die a slow death for their fins, and skin crocs alive. This overrated price of feeding greed is paid by the seals being hooked in the eye, cheek or mouth, alive. And why specifically these 3 spots? Because, if they would kill these seals in a more humane way, their fur would be damaged. Which would then result in a lower quality of skin-made coat, thus affecting commercially.
The suffering and atrocity of this act does not end there. These seals, half alive, are then dragged across the ice. Their blood smearing all along the way. The thought of actually just scarring your wrist would create nightmares. What about being maliciously dragged on thick, dry, cold ice, bleeding all the way through? These seals would not have even had their first solid meal or first swim before they are slaughtered for their skin.
On another page, nowadays, the basic importance of the life of a human being is decreased to a level where there is a choice to actually end it now, instead of waiting for death to desecrate us. So much so, whatever choice made by an individual, how immensely ridiculous it may seem, it still is a preferance to result to than enjoying the opportunity of life given to us in a silver plater.
Kevil Neil Whitrick left behind his twins and loving wife when he was inspired to suicide and actually did so in front of his webcam in Justin.TV. It was the "insult" chatroom where people "have a go at each other". He punched a hole in his ceiling and tied a rope around a joist and around himself and then stepped out off a chair. As it was a live show, some viewers thought it was a prank, until his face started turning blue. Some of them in the chatroom egged him on while others desperately tried to find his address. A sensible member in the room contacted the police but they were too late. He was pronounced dead at 11.15 pm. He was found hanging in his room, with a pale blue face, simply, dead.
My Angel could not decipher the catastrophy that was taking place in Korea when she sighed and said, "Same people, from the same country. How can they still fight knowing that they belong from the same place?" Tensions flared in crossfire between North and South Korea on January 27 2010 during the fight talk contest. I did not know how to decipher to this 52 year old civilian that times have now changed. Things are not the same as it was 10 years ago. People of our species are more segregated with the elite groups thinking that they have the world in their hands while the not so well-to-do groups are of the opinion that they represent the minority of the society and have no space to voice out.
But, the fact is that these elite groups consist only 30% of the population or lesser. The remaining revolve from the well-to-do and below. Not only does money separate the people but, the hold on to an ancient 1950 history of war brings nothing but more misunderstanding. There is still room for a restart. For a revolution to start anew and abolish segregation of the society originating from the same coutry, same race, same people. Cut yourselves if you do not believe me. How different is the colour of your blood from your neighbour? As Mary Bonauto states : All citizens are born free and equal, thus subject to equality all around.
Ignorance has crept and divulged into the very depth of our souls, overcoming every other sensible reactions or emotions of humanity, which when adhered to seems more reasonable. This discrepancy, led as many as 20 people, to stand watching a group of young men rape a 15 year old outside a California high school after the 2009 homecoming dance on a Saturday night. Would anyone in their right state of mind actually stand and watch a beast rampaging a child on the streets? The story is a whole different view if the victim was a relation to any of the bystanders.
Ask yourselves this, if you were human in any - ANY sense of the word, would you just overlook a rape when your loved one is the victim? This case is the perfect example of us people at the end of the day - whom we choose to represent amongst the society. The people who exercised their responsibility as citizens of justice and dialled 911 in time to save the life of this innocent child, or are we mere spectators of the very indignation of remaining morals that base the foundation of our growth for the future generation?
With the very inferiority of women's dignity, fights erupting amongst people from the one strong religion of peace and love, animal abuse on the rise, the lives of men laying in their own hands where their time of death is carved by themselves, people of the same country creating a border between themselves, separating mothers from their sons and brothers from their sisters for years, to the point of turning a blind eye to a crime. 2010 is just another year where negative element of human beings are embraced, burying the very essence of humanity.
It was a wise man who said that there is no greater inequality than the equal treatment of unequals - Felix Frankfurter
Mere 19 year old, Haseena Hussain has since then joined the Campaign and Struggle Against Acid Attacks on Women (CSAAAW) to fight the surge of acid violence against women. In this 21st Century, women are STILL the center to "sought revenge" on to. Could ego have so much of weight hence, revenge is the only way to defend a man's dignity? How low can we humans go?
In Northern Ireland, schools are segregated based on denominations of the Christian faith. And after centuries of conflict amongst the Christians, only now has it come to the senses of the Anglican Archbishop of a possibility of having Catholic-Anglican schools together as one. Thus, it continues. The basic fight of unity amongst people originating from the same faith. Isn't it enough of the immense fights that take place amongst different faiths already?
PETA has yet to kick some consideration of humanity into Canadians as their campaign to end the Canadian Seal Slaughter that take place during the Vancouver Olympic Games annually. The very addiction to an overall demand of fur is the only thing that keeps these fur trade industries do what they are absolutely passionate about - clubbing baby seals, beating dogs to death for their meat, make great white sharks die a slow death for their fins, and skin crocs alive. This overrated price of feeding greed is paid by the seals being hooked in the eye, cheek or mouth, alive. And why specifically these 3 spots? Because, if they would kill these seals in a more humane way, their fur would be damaged. Which would then result in a lower quality of skin-made coat, thus affecting commercially.
The suffering and atrocity of this act does not end there. These seals, half alive, are then dragged across the ice. Their blood smearing all along the way. The thought of actually just scarring your wrist would create nightmares. What about being maliciously dragged on thick, dry, cold ice, bleeding all the way through? These seals would not have even had their first solid meal or first swim before they are slaughtered for their skin.
On another page, nowadays, the basic importance of the life of a human being is decreased to a level where there is a choice to actually end it now, instead of waiting for death to desecrate us. So much so, whatever choice made by an individual, how immensely ridiculous it may seem, it still is a preferance to result to than enjoying the opportunity of life given to us in a silver plater.
Kevil Neil Whitrick left behind his twins and loving wife when he was inspired to suicide and actually did so in front of his webcam in Justin.TV. It was the "insult" chatroom where people "have a go at each other". He punched a hole in his ceiling and tied a rope around a joist and around himself and then stepped out off a chair. As it was a live show, some viewers thought it was a prank, until his face started turning blue. Some of them in the chatroom egged him on while others desperately tried to find his address. A sensible member in the room contacted the police but they were too late. He was pronounced dead at 11.15 pm. He was found hanging in his room, with a pale blue face, simply, dead.
My Angel could not decipher the catastrophy that was taking place in Korea when she sighed and said, "Same people, from the same country. How can they still fight knowing that they belong from the same place?" Tensions flared in crossfire between North and South Korea on January 27 2010 during the fight talk contest. I did not know how to decipher to this 52 year old civilian that times have now changed. Things are not the same as it was 10 years ago. People of our species are more segregated with the elite groups thinking that they have the world in their hands while the not so well-to-do groups are of the opinion that they represent the minority of the society and have no space to voice out.
But, the fact is that these elite groups consist only 30% of the population or lesser. The remaining revolve from the well-to-do and below. Not only does money separate the people but, the hold on to an ancient 1950 history of war brings nothing but more misunderstanding. There is still room for a restart. For a revolution to start anew and abolish segregation of the society originating from the same coutry, same race, same people. Cut yourselves if you do not believe me. How different is the colour of your blood from your neighbour? As Mary Bonauto states : All citizens are born free and equal, thus subject to equality all around.
Ignorance has crept and divulged into the very depth of our souls, overcoming every other sensible reactions or emotions of humanity, which when adhered to seems more reasonable. This discrepancy, led as many as 20 people, to stand watching a group of young men rape a 15 year old outside a California high school after the 2009 homecoming dance on a Saturday night. Would anyone in their right state of mind actually stand and watch a beast rampaging a child on the streets? The story is a whole different view if the victim was a relation to any of the bystanders.
Ask yourselves this, if you were human in any - ANY sense of the word, would you just overlook a rape when your loved one is the victim? This case is the perfect example of us people at the end of the day - whom we choose to represent amongst the society. The people who exercised their responsibility as citizens of justice and dialled 911 in time to save the life of this innocent child, or are we mere spectators of the very indignation of remaining morals that base the foundation of our growth for the future generation?
With the very inferiority of women's dignity, fights erupting amongst people from the one strong religion of peace and love, animal abuse on the rise, the lives of men laying in their own hands where their time of death is carved by themselves, people of the same country creating a border between themselves, separating mothers from their sons and brothers from their sisters for years, to the point of turning a blind eye to a crime. 2010 is just another year where negative element of human beings are embraced, burying the very essence of humanity.
It was a wise man who said that there is no greater inequality than the equal treatment of unequals - Felix Frankfurter
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