Colonial Cousins – Teri Meri Aankhon Mein

Colonial Cousins is an Indian group playing fusion music, mixing traditional Indian musical instruments with western modern instruments. They came out with their first album in 1996, and in the same year was invited by MTV Unplugged to perform live in the US.

I first heard of them when ASTRO was testing its frequency in the beginning of the last quarter of 1996 for what is now known as Hitz.fm. The song they had in the test queue then was ‘Sa Ni Dha Pa’ and it caught my ears. I’ll post ‘Sa Ni Dha Pa’ after this posting.

First, enjoy this song, which is one of my favourites by Colonial Cousins, called ‘Teri Meri Aankhon Mein.’

The Tears That Never Stop – Is To Soothe Our Soul

I wrote this on a dearest best friend’s blog at 5.00 this morning:

The pain that resides in the heart,
is the one that tears us up and apart;
the lost trust, the suspicions,
further aggravated by certain actions.

Life is for our comprehension,
to make or break, or filled with apprehension;
its surprises come not in just one cart,
its shocks poke our heart like a dart.

For we are human, taking right and wrong,
and digest them so we become strong;
The path you have chosen, you’ll walk and fall,
But always be proud and stand so tall.

I write this sonnet as the grass is covered by dew,
I write this sonnet wishing happiness for you.

Close your eyes…and think of things beautiful…

Beautiful

Megat Junid Dies

Tan Sri Megat Junid Megat Ayub

Tan Sri Megat Junid bin Megat Ayub passed away of cancer at the age of 65.

I remember him from the days when he was the Deputy Minister of Home Affairs (when my father was still the serving Inspector-General of Police), right through my days in politics. Apart from that he was also a close family friend by virtue that he hailed from the same kampung as my father. I remember before the 1999 General Elections, I was asked to go to his constituency to run a program and gauge the situation there. I was the only dissenting voice, predicting doom for him while the rest were all giving him good reports. In the end he lost and his press secretary rejoined TV3 as a result of that (another press secretary, Aziz Desa, who was press-sec to the former MB of Kedah, also rejoined TV3 for a short while).

I would bump into him at PWTC during general assemblies when I was still active in the National ICT Bureau, and we’d hang out together for personal and political chats at the Riverside Cafe. Then as a preparation for the 2004 general elections, he officiated the course on Psychological Warfare and Provocation that my friends and I conducted at the training center in Janda Baik.

I last saw him on Christmas Day 2004 when he attended my younger brother’s wedding. When he saw me he called out for me and we hugged, talked about old times. He looked frail then but he was his usual jovial self. We’d be talking in Perak dialect and joked quietly about polygamy and how he thought he was better than I am as he could practise polygamy being older than I am. He’d address himself as ‘Uncle’ to me no matter where we would meet: be it a political function, or a private meet.

Being in this state of isolation from my family has caused me to not know when he actually passed away.

And I am going to miss him and his jovial self.

Rest well, Uncle, al-Fathihah.

Nudibranch Mail

That’s the term I would give. Snail mail is the term for the slow normal land-based mail. Nudibranch is a type of sea slug, a relative of the land snails.

I posted this card at Malaysia’s only underwater post office at Mataking Island on the penultimate day of the Celebes Safari 2007 back in November 2007 (Saturday – 24th November 2007). I received the card on the 22nd January 2008. Almost 2 months later.

Front of the card
The front of the card depicts a Pygmy Seahorse, common to the Tun Sakaran Dandai Marine Park

The postage stamp and post office stamp
The postage stamp and post office stamp

What I wrote
The message I wrote at the back

At least it arrived – although frankly I had lost hope

Putrajaya Revisited

I last went to this particular bridge in Putrajaya after breaking of the fast (buka puasa) in Kajang back in September 2007. I did not have my camera on me that night. So this was taken one night when I decided to pay the bridge another visit:

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Bridge

Two Days And Two Nights

A mixture of pics told as a story:

Full Moon
It was not a dark and stormy night

Drinks
I was a very thirsty person…

…and hungry too…

I had…

Cream of wild mushrooms
Cream of Wild Mushrooms (although I was wishing some chick would cream for me)

Bombay Grilled Chicken
Bombay Grilled Chicken

Fried Calamari
Fried Calamari

Not satisfied, I went for supper eating:

Roti banjir
Roti Banjir

Lime Juice
Lime Juice

I had to burn the crap I ate…

Morning Walk
So I went for a morning walk

Familiar view
And I could see things I could see from our Love Nest

Sunset taken from the house
Then I went home at sunset

Nisaa, Farhan and Alim
And found my kids walking outside without wearing their shoes

Okay…it’s 4.41am. I feel hungry again.

The Sonnet And The Sunset

William Shakespeare

Early last evening, My eldest daughter Hana, asked me to help her write a sonnet. She is now learning Shakespearean sonnet and was asked to write one her own by her English Literature teacher. Apparently she was not taught what a sonnet is, or how it is being written, apart from learning what Quartrains and Couplets are.

A sonnet is a little song, and depending on which sonnet you do, will have to end in rhyme, and will have to conform to the type of sonnet you write. In this case, it is a Shakespearean sonnet; so it has to have 14 lines in all: 3 Quartrains (each with four lines) and a Couplet (with only two lines). A sonnet is also written in iambic pentameter: therefore it should ideally have ten syllables per line. A Shakespearean sonnet would have to rhyme in such a way:

a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g

But of course, I make my own rules.

I wrote a sonnet for Honey via SMS as I drove just now:

Alone again I wish I am not,
and you are back dancing in my thought;
disappearing from my reality,
existing only in virtuality.

You are my favourite waste of time,
being together is of course our best crime;
I know that we’ll be together again soon,
for now I’ll be like an owl waiting for the moon.

I am going to miss you I cannot lie,
please do not ask the reason why.
I love doing nothing with you,
as I love doing everything too.

For now I shall just wait for you my dear,
Until again you and I are near.

Not a perfect sonnet, but she liked it.

Just call me Billy Shakes His Spear.

Happy Birthday, Del

Adel and I on the Kaleebso at Jarak

Happy birthday, Del!

Hehehe…sorry I have not been blogging for the past 2 days or less I think.

Up there is a picture of Del and I on the Kaleebso when we went on a trip to Pulau Jarak. Del is now in Melbourne pursuing something; so she has her lovely hubby, Nazim, to babysit the kids (Nazim is now looking for someone to replace him and is willing to pay RM3K plus makan, minum, tidur, berak – just look after the kids).

Oh, after the above picture of Del and I were taken only did she want to take photo with the hubby…sheesh!

Del and Nazim

Soldiers First

A medical personnel and an infantryman during a peacekeeping mission in Timor Leste
A medical personnel and an infantryman during a peacekeeping mission in Timor Leste

Metalized asked in his blog if an ustaz from the Kor Agama Angkatan Tentera (KAGAT) is purely an ustaz, or is he a soldier with an ustaz qualification? Metalized was in his AOO (area of operaations) recently with the usual attachments-under-command of personnel from KAGAT, UBAT (medics) and the KPA (Kor Perkhidmatan Am) drivers. When he made them do guarding duties, the medical personnel complained to their Battalion Commanding Officer (Bn CO) about having to do duties beyond what they specialise in…which to them seemed an ultra vires act by Metalized to order them so.

If you look at the photo above, you can see a medic going about doing his duty as a medical personnel during a peacekeeping mission in Timor Leste. If you notice, he even has a Steyr AUG assault rifle slung from his right shoulder. That shows that in a combat situation, he is first and foremost, a soldier.

A soldier is always trained as a soldier first – breaking his/her mould as a civilian and turning him/her into an effective, albeit second-line, soldier. Whether he is a soldier-turned-driver 2nd class (or 1st class), or an qualified ustaz turned into a soldier later. He/she is a soldier first, and other things later.

Let us look at it this way. Back in the early 1990s when at 11pm some sadist bastard decided that the whole Air Force had to go on PERSOPS (Persediaan Operasi – Operational Readiness Test), we had to make sure that the airbase strength is at 98% readiness, all aircraft prepped, armed and refueled in less than an hour. During the ‘O’ Group for all Officers Commanding (OC) the various departments, I, as the person in charge of total security and defence of the base, put up a roster of guards to be made out of non-critical officers and personnel from each department. Clerks, medic admin, second-line engineers, off-duty cooks – all to dig foxholes and man the general purpose machineguns emplacements. The very senior OC of the Engineering protested saying his men are not meant for combat. I replied something to this effect:

“Tuan, your men are soldiers. When all the aircraft from this base have been shot down, they will have nothing to tinker their tools with. They will be required to defend their lives and this base from an enemy attack. If you insist that they are engineers and not soldiers, get them out of their uniforms and become just like those sissy civilian bastards who sleep while we weep. I have a war to handle and unless the Panglima (GOC – General Officer Commanding) says otherwise, your ass and that of your men, are mine, Tuan.”

The CO (Commanding Officer) concured (although he said later that I could have worded my statement in a nicer way to an old man).

As Ebenezer Scrooge would say, “Bah! Humbug!” Nice words, my foot!

So, Metalized, you did the right thing.

A soldier is a soldier first.