Teachers are our nation’s true liberators

Universiti Perguruan Sultan Idris (UPSI) formerly Maktab Perguruan Sultan Idris (MPSI) was established 22 Nov 1922. It was once the hotbed of political movement that culminated to our nation’s independence. It should be placed as Malaysia holiest of shrine for the struggle for freedom. Here native youth are trained as teachers to liberate their nation from illiteracy and ignorance. At the end they not only liberate the nation’s mind but start the ball rolling for the real struggle from the shackle of colonial rule.

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The Ungovernable Government

To have freedom, democracy cannot be served by oppressors.Najib and Hishammudin are never part of the common rakyat. they are the descendants of the malay nobility, the not quite royalty. For ages their family had consolidated powers. Be it pre-merdeka or post-merdeka. Don’t be fooled by their talk of greater democracy for the good of the general public. They are doing it for their family and the rakyat are just pawns.

Historically umno’s leaders are from the ruling elite, the MCA leaders are big towkays and MIC are from the clerical/mandores class. Noticed the parallelism? They are agents and tools of oppression..

Do you ever wonder why quite recently the rakyat gained a few steps forward in greater democracy, some members of from a ruling royal family steps in to nullify the progress. They have learned their lessons well; the fall of the Bastille, the Bolshevik’s revolution, the Philippines people revolution and recently the Arabs spring. These events are all catastrophic and they have everything to lose. For them it is survivability first, losing power is equivalent to being torn to pieces (literally). The ruling class would do everything (even democracy) to maintain their grip on power.

To have freedom, democracy cannot be served by oppressors. Today we have in our midst, wolves in sheep clothing. Many of those sitting in their parliamentarian seats are not fighting for the rakyat. They are in reality the rulings elites and their wannabe, fighting to for their own creed’s advantage. Enacting laws that served no one but their own interest. Perhaps the 5th of November is the only solution…

My perception to the struggle for a better Malaysia (if it is still worthwhile).

We need to change how this country is being run. We must show to the politician that we are sick of them. This problem that we face today, we inherit them from our nation’s forefathers. We have the responsibility not to pass that baggage to our children. To have or to be perceived to have different level of citizenship is a no go for an honest real nation building. It is more than enough that we are segregated by the ever widening standard of living but to exacerbate it by racial profiling is suicide. We cannot delay assimilating our various ethnics into a singular national identity that are based on our shared aspiration not on our past histories of disparateness. Religion should be kept as a personal conviction not as a insurmountable wall that divides us. Communal and cultural issues should be dealt on a communal stage not on a platform as national agendas. The issue of poverty should be solved as an socio-economic issue not as a racial-political division. We are “the people” who are proud enough to state our independence in declaring that we are not “your people” who you could manipulate or annihilate. We see through you and we understood your agenda well enough to reject both.

Grass-roots Hockey in Malaysia, Uprooted?

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where to, Malaysian hockey?

I admire Lawrence Van Huizen. Remembered him as the old white bearded man with a walking stick looking like “father time”. Standing at the side-line, intensely observing youngsters in an intra-school hockey game at the NS padang. This was back then in the 80’s. I was playing that time. He gave a lot for the sport that he loves, so I dedicate this long winded blah-blah as a tribute to him.

Hockey should be brought down to the grassroots level again. Elitism has no place in sports. Look at the hockey scene in our secondary school today, many schools dont have a proper hockey field, let alone a proper hockey team. Hockey is not soccer, not a game which they learn to play in front of their kampung houses, let alone under the high-rise residential flats/apartment blocks. Hockey needs proper coaching during school time on the school hockey field. It needed special equipments which cost beyond most schools could afford. It needed trained hockey teachers/coaches not just stand-in coach who never played the game in their life. The ministry of education must make it compulsory for schools to have a hockey team. Hockey is the only team-sports that we at least can say we are world contenders (soccer??–come on get real).

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Don’t have a cow man!

It was the best of time, it was the worst of time. Today is the 52nd Independence day for Malaysia (Merdeka Day). This country was founded 52 years ago on this very date of 31st August 1957 with a great promise of solidarity in a pluralistic multi-cultural democratic society. Three days ago in Shah Alam, Selangor the reason to clebrate was greatly marred by the action of some of its citizens. The rash and thoughtless action by these trolls, make me want to puke. It disgusted me throughly and almost spoil my fasting. I don’t feel like celebrating “Merdeka Day” anymore.

You could read the said article and my comment at  themalaysianinsider.com: cow-head-protest-was-end-of-tether-for-sect-23-folk. I have included the my exact comment below this posting as a record of my participation in a democratic dialogue. I stand by my word…

While the USA celebrate its first non-white president, we shun our own citizen because his/her religion or race. If this action by some of the bigoted citizen is a sign of thing to come, we as a nation are doomed to the scrap heap of history. 52 years of living together should be enough to bond us, unless during these 52 years we refuse to see the real problem. It is not we are uneducated (some of the participant of the “cows head demo” are professionals), but we are ill-educated. We live only for our own comfort and disregard the others. The Chinese has a word for this,  they call it “Kiasu“. I don’t really know what this word really meant but it do represent selfishness and an unrelenting attitude of pushing for victory despite the huge collateral damage.

We could not any longer pride ourselves with the claim to be an example of a peaceful multicultural society. Some of us wish to be segregated into the separate silos of race and religion. As the rest of the world move forward discarding ethnic differences, We transgress backward embracing the inclusiveness of our various community. The demon has raise its head once again as it did in the May 13 1969 tragedy. Have we not learnt our lesson? Do we want to commit the same mistake as our forefathers?

Thus to clear my conscience and making my stand clear on this issue. I made a conscious effort to respond to the situation but not to aggravate it. By making a thoughtful comment after reading a latter article, I hope to exercise my faith in a just and open democratic society. This article consist of interviews of the resident of the housing area and maybe the perpetrator of the incident too. As usual my policy when commenting on such article would be to do it transparently and would be using my real name. I hate anonymity when used to evade responsibility. I stand responsible for my comment, I want to show that offering a good responsible comment or or participating in a dialogue is an integral part of  an open democratic system.

By the way, I shall not rant any further about this incident. It has been covered extensively the local media. You may watch the video of the incident above or perhaps read the first online coverage of it at themalaysianinsider.com .

Below are my comment as exactly as I have posted it at http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/36376-cow-head-protest-was-end-of-tether-for-sect-23-folk .

I cant understand their argument that if there is a temple near the playground children would not play on it. Children are not bigoted like adult. A temple is a place of worship just like a mosque or a church. God fearing people go to worship in whatever place you choose to call it be it temple, church or mosque. May i repeat “God fearing people”. It is not like they are building pubs or brothel.

What the people are implying is that they prefer segregation, by that argument alone i perceived them to be racist not religious. These are kampung folks who used to live in their isolated communities but being forced to move to the cities for economic purposes. They are bringing their kampungs bubble (tempurung) with them.

I was born in a city (JB), my neighbours are chinese and indians when i was young. I never had any bad thoughts about them . They are people just like my family. Their kids are my playmates. Their place of worship are just across the road from a surau. No, there was never any untoward incident. The fact that they observe their religion goes to show that they are good people. Near my grandma’s house is a hindu temple, at dusk when the good moslems congregate at the kampung mosque, the temple caretaker would sound their bell.. their call to prayer. It is not about tolerance it is about coexistence. We share the same aspiration and hope for a better future although our religious believe is different.

Now i live and work in a different state (terengganu) where the majority are malays. Most of my friends here never had a friend or neighbour of a different race in their development years. They are the kampung folks. So often have i heard the comments that from them who think that the idea of sharing same living space with another race is unbearable. I honestly think that they are being prejudice to the hilt. I for one that for the better part of my life grew up living with the other race and religion find the experience enriching. Nor do in the course of being with them (my none malay/moslem friends) have i lost my religion. I hope that kampung folks who move to the cities leave their kampung parochialism back home.

I pray that good sense would prevail. Please dont let our unfounded prejudice cloud our judgement. Racial/religious hatred is an end game. There is no happy ending. For us moslem please dont let our nafsu amarah spoil our Ramadan.”

Another post to razaleigh.com

Well I love to shock the old dear Tengku Razaleigh. I only hoped to awaken him from his hermit like slumber. I love his intellect but I despise his inactivity.  He is in my opinion a man of great integrity but he is quite detached from the reality of his party UMNO. Well what would I expect, aloofness come as a package. Would me suggesting him to be Nero shock him or me suggesting that there is no more Malaysia as we know her awaken him. Hey, I could only try well here goes my diatribe:

Dear Tengku,

The Malaysia as we have define her through the constitution is no more. She is dead, the spoil from her demise is now being ripped to pieces by the party of fascist named UMNO.

Rome is now burning and Nero is furiously fiddling. What a great week that demand every reporters and bloggers in this land to fill the fountain of their pen. The raven perched on wall of the graveyard with a twinkle in its eyes.

These are the days that one would acclaim that everyone is for himself. Forget the momentous date of 31st August 1957, It is just another date to remember that here once existed a promising nation but destroyed by avarice and corruption of its leaders.

Now it is a time to establish a new one, a nation based on Liberty, Equality and Fraternity. When the present government itself does not accept the present constitution as a whole, then the constitution ceases to be a supreme legal document. It has been reduced to become just a historical document. Thus the Malaysia we once knew ceases to exist because the constitution which is the very foundation has just been thrown in the dustbin.

A new constitution must be drafted so a new nation that the rakyat aspire could be scavenged from the ashes of what was once Malaysia. Now i could confidently wish that the flame need to burn more higher. Fire is a great cleanser, it would burn to tinder those impostors that parade in front of us like leaders but only have greed as their guidance. After these trial by fire only then could the phoenix rise from the ashes. These phoenix would be the men who should lead the new nation. And by the grace of God Almighty, rain would then fall and wash the ashes and traces of our humiliation away. This would save future generation of the nightmare that we call Malaysia.

Make no mistake Tengku, this is indeed a call for a revolution. Too long has we been too gleefully proud of our “independence through diplomacy” crap, there is no glory without struggle, there is no rebirth without death, and there is no death without bloodshed.

War and peace is just two side of the same coin. War will cause a great social upheaval. Our father generation who live through the worldwar are those could understood the real meaning of peace. We are too desensitize to appreciate peace, we laughed when the plane hit the south tower of world trade center in New York. We applaud those heroic character from western movies who are the the survivor of a carnage that walk away from the destruction without even having a thought for those hundreds that lay dead through out the previous scene. Perhaps a little bloodshed on our front lawn would the trick to awaken us of the reality of war. But war is really a necessity, it would make us realise the meaning of peace.

The memory of war and carnage would make us appreciate the “the rule of law” when expediency call for the disregard of it. War is the great equalizer, it make us human because it reminds us of death. How could we disregard the importance of war when larger part of the human history is about war and conquest.

So Tengku, would you be kindly enough to be our Nero, because the future phoenix is waiting to be reborn from the ashes.

For the referring page click here: Razaleigh.com: Tear gas for schoolteachers