SeaDemon Says

This is the song that used to be played over and over again back in October 1996.

This song starts with the Om Vakratum, which I think is a prayer to start the day with.

This is a nice fusion song. Enjoy:

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.’

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…

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.

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: