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A Daughter’s Dad

February 6, 2017 Family No Comments

A Daughter’s Dad

Dear Shanta,

Dad put you first. He admired and appreciated you. He could never find the right words to tell you how proud he was of you, to speak of his appreciation or show his emotions. He could only speak through deeds.

Dad loved you.

A Daughter, Shanta.

You inherited his stubbornness of spirit, his independence, his conviction in his ability to carve his destiny. You inherited his sense of fairness. You inherited his inventive, artistic and creative quality. And you inherited his wild humour and ability to laugh at himself.

To all that you added the joy of life.

You took life as it came with confidence. You handled your fair share of challenges with generosity, adapted to circumstances high and low, made things right for your family and yourself, and never forgot to give to others.  You looked after a sick husband and two young daughters, studied for a degree, and pursued a career providing income. No small feat. And throughout you gave yourself time to chill – watching nature, painting, listening to music, dancing, and socializing.

You sparkle with talent and exotic glamour.
You fill me with awe and wisdom.
I love you Shanta.

Dad could not have asked for a more special daughter.

Thank you for this touching, grateful and funny eulogy for him.

“Port Talbot South Wales
2:30pm 06/01/17

Having only been allocated three minutes today I hope that you will bear with me if I over run slightly. As Terry’s only child I have found it no easy task to compress our fifty-two-year relationship into a few short sentences.
What can I say about my dad?
Well, he certainly had his moments and at times he could be a difficult man to love as some of you here well know. He could be obstinate, single minded, stubborn and opinionated.
He could also be unbelievably generous and considerate. He cared for and financially provided for my maternal grandparents as if they were his own and I know that my mother’s family will always remember him fondly for this.
He also had a cheeky and mischievous streak as his sister Jean will attest to; only last month despite his ill health he was bumping his mobility scooter into her chair for his own amusement. There were times when I was growing up that my mother had to run interference as my dad and I squabbled like siblings over the remote control or who ate who’s chocolate.
As a child I was in awe of his ingenuity and seemingly endless skills to fix or build anything be it a car made from shell casings or rewriting an entire house. He was one of those rare individuals who could achieve anything he set his mind to, often with only sheer will power and determination.
I am grateful to both him and my mother for providing me with a near perfect childhood, growing up as I did on not one but two tropical islands. I will treasure those memories, from riding on the back of his Norton motorbike to and from school in Penang to having his sisters come and visit us in Hong Kong and the hilarious mayhem that ensued.
On a more serious note though, despite his own lack of formal education he ensured that I received the best one that money could buy; providing me with a solid educational foundation with which to face the future.
For this I am truly grateful, as I am for all the adventures and journeys that we had traveling the world, from Expo70 in Japan to pony trekking in Nepal. This small-town Welsh boy helped open my eyes to the wonders of the world and enthralled me with stories of his time in the air force overseas and anecdotes of working in Vietnam during the war.
Of all his achievements and traits, I admire my father the most for his business acumen. He had a natural instinct and talent for it and an uncanny ability to find a great deal or bargain. I will certainly miss his invaluable financial advice as well as the numerous long calls that we exchanged putting the world to rights.
I would like to take a moment to thank Flor for looking after him so well in later life, despite the distance between us it gave me comfort to know that he had someone there to care for him.
My father had a great love of Asia and the many happy decades that he spent there but he always returned to his Welsh roots of which he was so proud. And so it is only fitting that I stand here today in the land of my Fathers and pay tribute to a man who passed on to myself and my two daughters not only his Welsh heritage but also the strength, tenacity and determination that goes with it.
Thanks, dad.”

SENT A CHILL THROUGH ME

January 24, 2017 Concerns 2 Comments

Sent A Chill Through Me

Never has any political event troubled me or affected me so deeply.

Future

Trump’s inauguration came upon me as a finality soon after the shock of the American people having voted him in. This person will vastly affect our world values and its future. Negatively.

A quote from one of my favourite authors. Ian McEwan:

Charles Darwin could not believe that a kindly God would create a parasitic wasp that injects its eggs into the body of a caterpillar so that the larva may consume the host alive. The ichneumon wasp was a challenge to Darwin’s already diminishing faith. We may share his bewilderment as we contemplate the American body politic and what vile thing now squats within it, waiting to be hatched and begin its meal…this unique tragedy of national self-harm whereby a suspected con-man … this narcissistic and cynical vulgarian of limited attention span becomes the most powerful man on earth, ready by his own account to begin his assault on liberal democracy, rational discourse, civil liberties, and all manner of civil decencies, which are known to him as political correctness.

Trump’s inaugural speech was one of negativity and bleakness: giving voice to his assumption that America is not great, not proud, not safe, not strong, not wealthy. This leader, well documented for twisting the truth, promised “We will make America great again”, not have this “carnage” of “inequality, abandoned factories like tombstones” and “the crime and the gangs and the drugs”, “disrepair and decay”. He promised “America First”, prompting shades of Nazi sympathizers.

His address did not invoke hope and joy for a new, greater beginning. “We’ve defended other nations’ borders while refusing to defend our own,” says he. A well worded threat to future immigrants.

Saturday, 21st January, his first day in office. While Donald Trump was at the National Cathedral asking his god to forgive his sins and lies and to guide him in adding billions to his and his cronies’ coffers, more than a quarter of a million people came to Capitol Hill. The Women’s March called him a ‘misogynist’ and ‘reprehensible’. They marched against his immigration reform. They marched in fear of repression of minorities. They came to seek religious freedom. They declared they were against racism. They asked for protection of the environment. They were concerned about healthcare. They feared his pro-life and anti-LGBTQ-rights views. A nation divided.

For many of his followers, Trump’s  campaign slogan – “Make America Great Again”  is another way of saying “Make America White Again”.

It was at this precise time I came across how white Americans tried to keep America white in the early 19th century.

I was reading The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead. A quote from the novel.

They had not traveled long when Martin stopped the horses. He removed the tarpaulin. “It will be sunrise soon, but I wanted you to see this,” the station agent said.

Cora did not immediately know what he meant. The country road was quiet, crowded on both sides by the forest canopy. She saw one shape then another. Cora got out of the wagon.

The corpses hung from trees as rotting ornaments. Some of them were naked, others partially clothed, the trousers black where their bowels emptied when their necks snapped. Gross wounds and injuries marked the flesh of those closest to her, the two caught by the station agent’s lantern. One had been castrated, an ugly mouth gaping where his manhood had been. The other was a woman. Her belly curved. Cora had never been good at knowing if a body was with a child. Their bulging eyes seemed to rebuke her stares, but what were the attentions of one girl, disturbing their rest, compared to how the world had scourged them since the day they were brought into it?

I NEVER SAID THAT!

November 20, 2016 Concerns No Comments

A UNIQUE TRAGEDY

Equality

Equality

To the great thrill of Trump followers, to the huge disappointment of the democrats, and to the horror of the world, Trump has emerged as the next president of the No-More-United States of America. The best con the world has seen. Time for an Idiot’s Guide on How to pull off a Presidency.

An election won with followers holding up placards portraying the lady opponent with a noose around her neck. Won with shouts of “lock her up”, with hordes of supporters raising their fists in the air, shouting, ‘Kill her’. So much venom, shades of the Ku Klux Klan. One political button said: “KFC Hilary Special: Two Fat thighs, two small breasts, one left wing” – such disgusting personal attacks by Trump followers. Not only did the president-to-be condone what was said and done but he himself had a whole list. He called her a nasty woman, said she was a liar, and insulted her with personal and gender remarks.

A new ugly tribe is born.

Time to wonder how a democracy can get it so wrong. A flawed and an unique American election in which one party can get fewer individual votes and win.

Trump does not have to spend time worrying about running his country or building relations with the rest of the world. He has his family, and his team of advisers to do that. He can attend to urgent matters – Him…The Tweeter. Emperor Tyranny Trump.

“Y’all just go make America big, do you hear. Make it the best in the world.”

One might ask:

What about China?

“China, don’t worry about them. Just cancel all trade deals. Bring all the Chinese companies to America so they can work in-country. We need those cheap goods. We don’t even have to pay them minimum wage. Keep our people safe from those dangerous factory floors. We can keep an eye on those foreigners who manipulate our currency, steal our intellectual property.”

What about Free Trade?

“What Free Trade? What Geneva Convention? What NATO? Rip them up. They’ve been no good to anybody.”

Russia?

“Putin and I, yes, we are pals. It is not like I’m in Alaska looking out of my window to see Russia. We have a relationship; we have a deep understanding. He can do whatever he likes. I am all for that. Lock up all his dissenters, torture them. I trust him.”

You are conservative, right?

“Who? Me, a conservative? Nah, I have gone through two wives, now married to a third. My children have different mothers. My wife has posed nude. You know she has a beautiful body. Go check the internet, if you don’t believe me. And what more I love women. I have groped so many young women, they just love it. I’m a family man with values.”

What about LGBT?

“No. I don’t tolerate those. I am a Christian. The Christian God did not make them. Some other god must have created them. That is why I feel we should not tolerate other religions. Like the Muslims. No more! They are not going to come our country spread terrorism. All those who are here should go back?”

Back to where?

“To anywhere, to where they came from. If they have nowhere to go that’s their problem. We will not allow Muslims into this country.”

What about your friend, the Malaysian Prime Minister, the man cleared of billions involved with 1MDB debt? He’s a Muslim.

“He’s an exception. He’s my favourite prime minister, Najib Razak. We are golf buddies. I even signed a selfie of us for him. ‘To my favourite Prime Minister’.”

Climate change?

“No I don’t believe in all that, it isn’t real. But if you ask me about El Nino. Now there’s something to worry about. The reason I want to build a 2,000 mile wall. Keep the Mexicans out, all those El Ninos and the El Ninas.”

It’s been said you are against abortion. You have been accused of being a racist, a sexist, a cynic. They say you are a homophobic, xenophobic, Islamaphobic promoting hate, preaching intolerance’.

“All lies, not true. Lies!  Listen to what I say not what is said about me.”

What are your plans when you are in the White House?

“I have an eight-year plan in the White House. I am all for transparency. It is going to be the best reality show. The world will get it live, stream it through the universe.”

 

THE END

… of the world as we know it. Let us not be lulled into a new norm.

 

 

 

Hungry Ghosts

October 13, 2016 From Penang No Comments

Penang.

Hungry Ghosts 2016

Giant Paper Effigy

Giant Paper Effigy

 

The opening of Hell Gates usually falls on the 15th day of the 7th month of the Chinese Lunar calendar. The ghosts descend en masse and roam among the living. They are given one month to taste their favourite food, enjoy worldly pleasures and settle old scores. Yes, settle scores, so watch out.

Temporary sheds and stages are built to the side or in front of Taoist temples, where offerings of food and drink are placed.

Food and Drink

Food and Drink

Every night, Chinese opera, puppet shows and concerts of pop songs and dance are performed for the ghosts, though the dances seem to be a shade too sleazy – I guess mostly to appease some of the male ghosts.

For one month, we, the non-ghosts, appease the Hungry. We set out offerings of rice and noodles and cakes, vegetables and fruits, chicken, meat and seafood. Offerings are not only set out at temples before paper deities and the Emperor of Hades, they are also set out at temporary shrines outside homes, by the roadside, on the beaches or in the parks.

Elaborate Joss Sticks

Elaborate Joss Sticks

 

Giant Joss Sticks

Giant Joss Sticks

Offering of paper hell money, paper gold ingots and paper everyday objects such as household effects, cars and mobile phones are made. There are even paper partners for the unmarried ghosts. Joss sticks, candles, lamps and red lanterns light up places where offerings are made, all to provide for another year of afterlife.

Hell Money

Bags of Hell Money

On the 30th day of the 7th moon, the ghosts, properly satiated, no longer hungry or yearning for food and material goods, are sent off with huge bonfires into which are cast the paper money and paper gold, paper replicas and paper effigies. The ghosts leave earth. They roam no more. With relief and satisfaction, we can get on with what we do best … living.

Don

Don

 

Do Not Enter

Do Not Enter

 

There are things one should not do during this auspicious month.

Most important is try not to die if you can help it.

Do not step on offerings that are placed on the ground for the ghosts, and if you do please apologize loudly.

The month is also not auspicious for moving house, starting a new business or getting married.

Limit night-time outings just in case a ghost is tempted to lure you away, especially if you are a good-looking woman. On the other hand, if your looks could scare a ghost, then you really have nothing to worry about.

Do not go swimming, a drowned person’s ghost might need company.

Don’t wear red. Ghosts love red, though they are normally known to stick to white or black.

RED

RED

 

And try not to be born in this month. Aiyoo … such bad luck, la!

Most Hungry Ghosts prefer Penang, as the island is famous for its wonderful food. This is a little unfortunate as this is the same time we celebrate the month-long George Town Festival. So if you must see shows at night, try to avoid the first and second rows of VIP seats, as they may be taken up by ghosts who want to see the same show.

And so our connection between the living and the dead and our world and the other worlds continues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EARLY WARNING

August 24, 2016 Writing No Comments

Early Bird Warning

Researchers have long known that chickens and birds can hear through their eggs—allowing them to imprint things like who their mother is, and after hatching enjoy the relationship and become capable of fending for themselves.

MagentaTwins

MagentaTwins

However, recent research has found birds singing to their eggs late in development may give the young a headstart in dealing with warm weather once they hatch. The heat the parent bird feels from the weather will be given to their offspring as an early weather advisory right through the eggshell.

Blind but all faculties working

Blind but all faculties working

 

 

This acoustic signal is potentially being used to program the development of offspring. Hearing the call affects growth relative to the temperature that is experienced.

Animals have very subtle ways of inferring how the environment is likely to change, and (being able) to develop and adapt accordingly.

Mother patiently singing, waiting

Mother patiently singing, waiting

 

 

 

 

 

(Adapted from www.Smithsonianmag.com)

Photos: Leela Panikar

 

 

DIDGERIDOO DANCE

August 1, 2016 Writing No Comments

This magnificent dance had me in fits of laughter, besides tempting me to join in. The music, which possibly came about after the choreography, is perfect.

That dance better be spectacular in the presence of the lady you are trying woo. She is giving you careful consideration. “Is he impressive enough to be the father of my children or shall I just have him for dinner?”

Talk of spiders gives most people the shivers. Dark, ugly, scary and scream come to mind. Not rainbow colours and fancy antenna-work.

For Jurgen Otto, the Australian entomologist, the study of rainbow spiders of the genus Maratus has taken him more than a decade.

“Typically, he collects the beautiful arachnids from the bush then drives them to his home in Sydney, where he photographs and records their mating dances in a dedicated “spider room.” He then returns them to the wild, sometimes a 28-hour round trip.”

So far 48 species have been studied and catalogued and another 16 are waiting to be studied.

Otto, besides being busy doing scientific research, enjoys giving his pet arachnids
fun names like hokey-pokey, sparklemuffin and skeletorus. 

Mmm!

SEXIST

July 22, 2016 Writing No Comments

Paid to be sexist.

If you are a boy chick, within a day of being born (hatched), you will be separated from the rest of the gang. You’ll never get to know your mother and your siblings. You, with no egg laying capacity, are of no use to the chicken-egg framer and of no use to the chicken-meat man as your flesh will not be good enough, no breasts, see!

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So chicken-sex experts known as ’sexers’, separate you from the female chicks. You,a male, will be grabbed by the neck, or a leg or a fragile wing, and hurled down a chute. Panic and scream for mother and wave your wings about all you want. Your tiny body will rush down mutilating you as you toss about. But don’t fret you are still alive.

Alive, torn you go into a grinding machine. You have been saved … as feed. You are now food for other animals that feed humans and their lucky pets. You’ll never know what happiness or love is. A family, nature and sunshine and the joy of playing on green cool grass. No one will know you, your intelligence, curiosity and sensitivity.

But take heart, you are not alone – over 30 million male chicks are disposed of in a year by us humans.

Book Review THE VEGETARIAN

July 5, 2016 Book Review 2 Comments

The Vegetarian by Han Kang

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A three-part tale skillfully translated by Deborah Smith.

“The Vegetarian” is not about vegetarianism and it’s not about Korean culture. It’s a compelling, stunning tale of choice. This elegant, poetic writing and story portrays deep insight into the human psyche. The hopelessness of seeing no other escape except to go into oneself. The interesting monologues reveal the space within.

Change in the lives of Yeong-hye and her husband is triggered by bad dreams the wife has. She decides to refrain from eating meat, a drastic decision against ordered social norms, that her her husband and her family can’t accept.

… Continue Reading

BAD KARMA FOR BHUTAN

June 13, 2016 Concerns No Comments

Now, in this much enlightened time, why does the Bhutanese authority decide to add to green house gases and destroy its precious ecology.

A country globally admired for its policy of Gross National Happiness is going against all Buddhist principles in promoting violence and bad karma by moving into mega cattle rearing and promoting meat eating. Quite disgusting.

Spare Sentient Beings

Spare Sentient Beings

https://www.change.org/p/prime-minister-tshering-tobgay-stop-the-bhutan-mega-meat-processing-projects?

‘Dharma Voices for Animals is a non-profit organization based in the United States of America whose mission is to increase awareness of the suffering of animals within the Buddhist Dharma community.’

TIME STANDS STILL, AGAIN

May 27, 2016 Concerns No Comments

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Let each one of us make eye contact with everyone we meet. Let us show love and understanding, eradicating hate. Let us leave peace as our legacy for the children of the world.

Let us create a world free of nuclear weapons.

Today, Friday 27 May 2016, time stood as I listened to President Obama’s powerful speech at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial. I was choked with emotion as he recalled the horrific tragedy of 6 August 1945, 71 years ago when 70,000 men, women and children were directly killed in Hiroshima with the dropping of one nuclear bomb.

Let us not repeat this tragedy.

A SINGLE BOOK

January 21, 2016 Writing No Comments
Single Book Single Room

A Single Room A Single Book

Slow down, read a book.

Recently I came across a short article about an interesting concept. A Japanese book shop, Morioka Shoten, concentrates on one author at a time and the bookshop stocks only the one title of an author for a period of six days… book of the week. Copies of that one title are available to the public.

With thousands of authors publishing and marketing books every day this concept could become overwhelming when deciding to choose which author is worthy of dedication. On display besides the book are artwork and photographs relating to the book, the subject matter and the author. Book readings are organized. Intimacy with the writer is created as the author is present to answer questions from readers and would be readers.

… Continue Reading

A Halloween Tale

October 31, 2015 Writing 4 Comments

The Singeing Shadow

The kerosene lamp almost out of oil. The children gone to bed. The animals shut away.

Ah Chai surveyed the shadows outside. It was late; no light appeared from the neighbouring huts. The rain had passed leaving the air moist and the trees heavy, wet in the dark night. There was no sign of their two dogs. ‘On the prowl again, fine guard dogs they make,’ he said.  He was surprised there was no barking from the village dogs either. It was too quiet except for a faint strain of Peking Opera from someone’s radio. He tossed his cigarette stub out, a neat smouldering arc. He spat, warm, smoky. He checked the door was properly fastened for the night.

He was about to secure the tin sheet that served as the door when he felt a presence. … Continue Reading

WE ARE STILL EVOLVING

October 29, 2015 Writing No Comments

Recently, at a luncheon with some close friends, our cheerful conversation took a wrong turn and some rather staunch Christians began to talk about the atrocities of Muslim fundamentalists. Torture, stonings, mutilations and beheadings were brought up, just before my favourite dessert, Kuih Talam was brought in.

I tried with a little timid interruption to mention that religious zealots, and armies in times of war, were equally brutal, if not more so. There were a few loud dissenters. I mentioned the War of the Roses and Joan of Arc and treatment of bonded labourers and slaves who were given the task of building the Great Wall of China and the Pyramids, in quick succession. One person at the table looked at me like he could be agreeing but the rest grew even more vociferous.

I tried to recollect a few more facts on torture and terror used for displaying and maintaining power, horror that men could inflict on fellow humans, but little support came my way.

A few days later in one of my readings I came across some of the ancient atrocities that were committed.

… Continue Reading

A Nuclear Weapons–Free World

August 8, 2015 Concerns No Comments

On this memorable day, 5 August, the 70th anniversary of Hiroshima’s devastation, death and suffering, let our plea be a nuclear weapons–free world.

10 years ago, on 5 August, I posted this message:

Sasaki Sadako was given only twelve years on the wings of a thousand cranes.

Today on the wings of every child’s crane let there be this request:

“Please bequeath the universe to us intact, in peace, and in love. Let us live.”

Are we naive to think we are closer to this request?

WE ARE PENANG PEOPLE

January 26, 2015 Writing 7 Comments

 

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Don, Spooks and I have moved to Penang. We absolutely love it. We have acquired our selves a lovely and decrepit old bungalow with a garden. Quality of life is great. People here are kind and friendly and smile a lot. Weather is pleasant except between noon to 3pm when it is too hot to be walking about. Food, selection of different regions and fusion, is excellent, and is most reasonably priced.

We had always thought of of ourselves as Hong Kong people, had never thought we would ever leave our lovely home and garden in Ha Yeung, but pollution — air, noise, light, and tourist — has forced us to make this decision. We love this new paradise. All the same we miss you, Hong Kong.

Now where could they have hidden my village?

Now where could they have hidden my village?

But we’re Penang people now.

 

 

 

 

2004 TSUNAMI REMEMBERED

December 26, 2014 Writing No Comments

Today, 26 December, Don and I send our love to all those who lost family and friends in the tsunami ten years ago. We share their pain; remember the day that brought so much destruction to the regions in the Indian Ocean. From our breakfast table on the beach we saw the giant wave approach. We had an easy escape.

Death Mattress

Death Mattress

A floating mattress from a bed in our hotel, Le Meridien Khao Lak, Thailand. Bright sun and sharp shadow deceive us. The mattress is floating on a 4- or 5-metre wave of muddy water and debris that drowned all those on the ground level and level one of the hotel, all those who were having a relaxing morning in their beds after a wild and joyous Christmas party at our hotel the night before.

Our diaries of the event – 2004 Tsunami

Don: http://www.kleptography.com/gallery-tsunami.htm

Leela: http://www.leela.net/tsunami.htm

 

 

BLOOM READY FOR BLOODSHED

December 18, 2014 Concerns, Writing 1 Comment

Imagine a Boy

Bloom ready for Bloodshed

Bloom ready for Bloodshed

 

Imagine a child, a boy 3 or 4 years old, from a family of six to ten children, too poor to give him a full meal, a proper home or education. Or imagine an orphan with no one to care for him. This boy will be taken on by a Madrasa run by fundamentalists. They will feed him and clothe him and educate him. He will spend his growing up years in the company of boys and men.

He will not learn anything but Koran related and religious matters, and of the might that once was held by the Muslims. He will learn of the suppression of the Muslims, according to the fundamentalists. He will learn of the atrocities and  the decadence of the West, the evil and sinful ways of the rest of the world. He will only get to know the harm done to the fundamentalists. He will read no newspapers or watch television.

He will grow up never ever having played with a girl, or ever having known the love of a girl or woman. He would never have been hugged by a female. As a teenager it is possible he may not know what a woman looks like except for a face or a pair of eyes. But there is a much promise for this young man: Virgins in paradise.

This parallel world produces the fundamentalists.

HARUKI MURAKAMI SPEAKS

November 10, 2014 Concerns, Writing No Comments

Aurhor Haruki Murakami

Encouragement from a great source for the Hong Kong Occupy Youth.

“Accepting the award on Friday, he spoke of his own memories of the Berlin Wall prior to its fall 25 years ago this weekend, and attributed ongoing conflicts throughout the world to a system of walls that drive people apart based on intolerance, greed and fear.

Murakami said it is the task of novelists to help readers penetrate these walls, and that harnessing the power of each person’s imagination “could be the starting point of something.”

A world without walls can be created “in the quiet but sustained effort to keep on singing, to keep on telling stories, stories about a better and freer world to come, without losing heart,” he said. “We can see (a world without walls) with our own eyes, we can even touch it with our own hands if we try hard.

“I’d like to send this message to the young people in Hong Kong who are struggling against their wall right now at this moment.”

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Student led peaceful protests in Hong Kong began on 28 Sept 2014 and is still going strong.

“Student-led blockades of major roads in Hong Kong have continued since Sept. 28 (2014) in response to an Aug. 31 decision by authorities in Beijing to restrict candidates for the territory’s 2017 leadership election to those vetted by a committee.

Six weeks into its struggle for democracy, the once-carefully planned Occupy movement has grown and shifted in ways beyond the imagination of organisers. And that raises a question: is the protest still a civil disobedience campaign?

More than a year before Occupy kicked off, its founders discussed their plans, organised meetings and wrote articles on their thoughts for a civil disobedience campaign. They published a detailed “manual of disobedience” for protesters to follow.

The ultimate aim of the campaign is to establish a society embracing equality, tolerance, love and care. We fight against the unjust system, not individuals. We are not to destroy or humiliate law enforcers, rather we are to win over their understanding and respect. We need to avoid physical confrontation, and also avoid developing hatred in our hearts.”

Book Review: THE GUEST

November 9, 2014 Writing 2 Comments

SuneethaB 1 The Guest_

 

By Suneetha Balakrishnan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In this novella ‘The Guest’ author Suneetha Balan gives us an unusual take on a mother-in-law. Mothers-in-law are a much-maligned tribe. We hear endless seedy jokes about them, and often the jokes are unkind and cruel. We hear of horror stories of how they ill-treat their daughters-in-law often siding with their spoilt sons. We hear of them wrecking marriages. But in ‘The Guest’ we come across a different kind of mother-in-law. Here we come across the mother of a young man who falls in love with her son’s the bride to be. After their marriage the couple move in to live with the widowed mother. We follow this story of love in which the mother-in-law treats the wife of her selfish and often inconsiderate son with much attention and precious care. Together, the mother and the wife manage to convert the young man into a caring and family orientated person. Read this unusual tale, follow the twists and turns, enjoy.

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100 HOURS AND MORE IN HONG KONG

October 1, 2014 Concerns 2 Comments

In Thunder, Lightning, and Storm

 

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Today, 1st October 2014, is an auspicious day, People’s Liberation Day.

Ironically, Hong Kong is seeking liberation too, liberation of another kind.

This cosmopolitan place where people come and go has been built by the hard work of all who live here. Hong Kongers are here to stay. The majority of Hong Kong people do not hold foreign passports and they will not up and leave when things don’t suit them.

The Occupy Central protest is a demonstration requesting choice. It is for the rightful selection of representation for our government, for a majority say — a free, transparent and open election. The protest is asking for freedom, for our country to be governed by democracy now and for generations to come. Those who oppose have a choice too; they may prefer communism, they could apply to be accepted by the liberated People’s Republic.

I fully support and greatly respect these young people of peace. I admire their persistence, their strong stance and their patriotism. They’re standing up for their future. It does not mean they disrespect the motherland. There is much talk of the motherland by the opposition. Does a mother not want her sons and daughters to progress, to move forward? Why is there only talk of gloom and damnation and punishment?

Mainland China, having destroyed its tradition, its art and culture, having murdered its writers and artists, having stamped on individuality, has still not learned an iron fist does not rule the world.

 

Under a Storm Photo Felix Wong

Under a Storm
Photo Felix Wong

I cannot be there but I feel myself in the midst of the protesters. They have been bombarded by tear gas, squirted in the face with pepper spray. They have endured extreme heat and humidity, and they’ve been hungry and thirsty. They have gone without beds to sleep in, they have had no shelter during lightning, thunder and downpour. This shows determination and strength of character. The rest of us have a right to hear them out.

Photo Sam Tsang

Photo Sam Tsang

 

It is possible it will end in checkmate, in which case Hong Kong may have to back down. Our motherland may not relent but she’ll be a little more careful in future, withdraw her iron iron fist a little, knowing how our youth can rear their heads again. And next time be even stronger.

The world will remember. There will be support.

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HARD WORK PLUCKING STORIES

September 22, 2014 Concerns, Writing No Comments

OUT OF ONE’S IMAGINATION…

But the pay off is great for for authors who make it. A recent short chat about my demise of interest in the Hong Kong International Literary Festival and it’s dearth of well-known authors has brought to light that we in Hong Kong need sponsors, big ones at that if the HK International LitFest is to survive. We have enough number of millionaires here, it is time to get them interested in improving the Hong Kong culture of books and authors.

I read with some interest that  investors of start-ups in Bangalore are backing  literary culture in India’s technology capital. The Bangalore Literary Festival is getting a big boost, big sponsorships from the business sector.

And here in Hong Kong the festival has had yet another change at the top. We now have a new manager, 26-year-old Jessie Cammack. Her SCMP profile says she “has lived in Hong Kong little more than a year” and has “spent the first four months doing an intensive Cantonese course”. Here’s wishing her and the festival the best of luck.

Our festival runs from October 31 to November 9, 2014.

Become an award winning writer if you want to travel first class, live in mansions and get rich.

It is unfortunate that Sir Naipaul’s agents did not state upfront what fees are expected for his showing up.

And now to who is invited and how it works.

An extract from a longer article in the Sydney Morning Herald:

“The late cancellation of Nobel laureate V.S. Naipaul from next month’s Ubud Writers and Readers Festival has exposed the fierce competition and delicate negotiations behind the flourishing international festival scene.

Since Janet DeNeefe founded the festival 11 years ago as a healing response to the Bali bombings, the Australian-born restaurateur and writer has built a successful annual event that attracts almost 26,000 visitors to enjoy talks, performances and food amid Ubud’s hillside rice paddies, art galleries, temples and resorts.

While her main mission is to showcase Indonesian culture and social-political issues, DeNeefe knows she needs big names to appeal to the foreigners – mostly Australians – who make up half the audience. She has just signed the musician-writer Nick Cave – a guest in 2012 – as an international festival patron.”

V. S. Naipaul

V. S. Naipaul

Lost headliner: V.S. Naipaul was let go after a fee demand.

“For this year’s festival from October 1-5, she invited the American writer Paul Theroux, who had expressed interest after eating at her Ubud restaurant Indus. When she rejected his request for a fee for which, she says, “I could have got David Attenborough”, Theroux agreed instead to appear at the Singapore Writers Festival in November.

DeNeefe then invited V.S. Naipaul, the distinguished but difficult 82-year-old Trinidad-born British writer, who recently ended a long feud with Theroux. To her amazement the Wylie Agency accepted, with the promise of first- and business-class travel and a luxurious villa.

The festival program was launched on August 1, headlined by “a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet a literary legend of the 20th century”. But this month the Wylie Agency contacted DeNeefe again, demanding a $20,000 fee, and after agonised consultation she decided to let Naipaul go.

As she announced his withdrawal on Friday, “the result of us being unable to accommodate Sir V.S. Naipaul’s 11th-hour requests”, he and Theroux were named as guests of India’s Jaipur Literature Festival in January.

“To be told about a week ago is pretty atrocious,” DeNeefe said. “When we did our sums we realised we would not be able to pay wages post-festival or move premises when we lose our donated space post-festival.

“Our cash sponsorship so far this year is less than $100,000, so we can’t spend 50K of that on him. I actually rejected some Indonesian musicians because we can’t afford them.”

Like DeNeefe, Australian writers’ festival directors resist appearance fees, and writers are generally content with travel expenses, a modest honorarium, publicity, book sales and a pleasant trip. Sydney Writers’ Festival brought Vince Gilligan, Alice Walker and Dave Eggers this year for no extra payment.

However, Perth Writers’ Festival is understood to have paid Martin Amis between $30,000 and $50,000 for exclusivity this year, perhaps to counter its isolation. The Sydney Opera House commonly offers $10,000 and paid more to bring Salman Rushdie to last month’s Festival of Dangerous Ideas. Melbourne’s Wheeler Centre pays some speakers on its year-round program.

While pressure is building to pay popular writers for their time on the road, most festivals run on tight non-profit budgets (though Singapore’s, for example, receives generous government funding – $A1.2 million in 2012).”

MID-AUTUMN IN STANLEY

September 11, 2014 Hong Kong No Comments

Harvest moon or mid-autumn moon, celebrated universally is also our Lantern Festival. This year 2014 it fell on the 8th September and with threats of partial eclipse.

In Hong Kong the autumn festival is a romantic one. On the night of the full moon adults and children make their way, with lit lanterns, to the mountain peaks or to the beaches to watch the full moon rise.

Mid-autumn Sun Rise

Mid-autumn Sunrise

 

Twin Rocks Stanley

Twin Rocks Stanley

 

Mid-Autumn Moon

Mid-Autumn Moon

 

Moon Play

Moon Play

 

Reflection in the Bay

Reflection in the Bay

 

Hot Night BBQ

Hot Night BBQ

 

Midnight Cleanup

Midnight Cleanup

 

Land and Sea of Blood

“Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red”

888,246 red ceramic poppies are displayed in Britain on 100th anniversary of World War I. Reminding us of lives lost for peace. But peace we have not achieved.

Since then we have managed a Second World War. Battles and killings still rage all around us. Governments pushed by greed for power to occupy and control thrive on more and more powerful weaponry and send out able-bodied men and women to kill fellow humans.

We have come across epic battles of bloodshed and horror in verses of the Hindu Ramayana and Mahabharata and the poetry Homer’s Iliad.

We did not learn.

We are incapable of learning it would seem.

And here the magnificent and dramatic display poppies showing blood shed – Gannon Burgett

Poppies at the Tower of London Poppies Tower of London

 

Breathtaking Photos of the Tower of London Adorned with 888,246 Ceramic Poppies to Commemorate WWI

The poppy as a symbol of the fallen soldiers of World War I comes from

In Flanders Fields and Other Poems from John McCrae’s collection of 1919

‘In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,’

About 10 million soldiers and seven million civilians were killed in World War I. Writers; and poets like Thomas Hardy, Rupert Brooke, Siegfried Sassoon, William Butler Yeats, Robert Graves, and Wilfred Owen responded writing about the great tragedy, the loss, the horror and the brutalities.

From one of my favourite poets: Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

“This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War.”

And the poem he wrote just months before his death in 1918.

 

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime . . .

Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, –

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

 

[it is sweet and right to die for your country]

 

 

THE ISRAEL/GAZA DEBACLE

July 28, 2014 Concerns, Writing 2 Comments

They Are Not Our Children

The Israel/Gaza debacle. I have the solution but only for one year.

Read on.

Sympathy of the world would, no doubt, be with a country that is constantly attacked by rockets, and the phrase is ‘unprovoked attacks’. But what kind of provoking is called for when the attacker in question is imprisoned in his country?

Gazan lives are completely controlled by Israel.

The Gaza strip is an area of 365 sq. km (141 sq. mi). It supports 1.82 million Palestinians whose lives are completely controlled by the Israelis. Gaza is locked in the south by Egypt. And the rest of the country, North and East is controlled by Israel, and bordered by a 3 km buffer zone. The 42 km long waterfront too is under Israeli control, no fishing and no shipping allowed, and recently children playing on the beach were killed by Israeli attacks.

Anything you can do we can do better is Israel’s policy and they can too. Hamas’s home-grown rockets and Palestinian boys’ sticks and stones against a Goliath. Israel fire power helped by US technologically advanced power of fighter jets, bombers, and tanks is no match for a defenseless Gaza.

Israel has accused Hamas of hiding weaponry in homes, schools, and mosques. Israel say their attacks are are pinpointed and target military installations, weapons cache and terrorists in Gaza. How is anyone able to pinpoint anything in a confined overcrowded place without killing and wounding civilians? There is nowhere for the civilians to escape to.

The most recent pinpoint has been a UN-run school, a place where civilians were sheltering. An attack was carried out even though the UN authorities had given the exact co-ordinates to Israeli authorities. More than 15 killed and 200 injured in this safe haven.

‘Chris Gunness, a spokesman for the UN Relief and Works Agency for Palestine refugees (Unrwa), also said the Israeli army had been formally given the co-ordinates of the shelter in Beit Hanoun.’ BBC.

And pin-pointed it is too when Flechette shells are used. These are illegal under international law and are not to be fired at civilians.

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/jul/20/israel-using-flechette-shells-in-gaza

 

Flachette Shell Darts Flachette Shell Darts

This image provided by the Palestinian Centre for Human Rights of darts from a flechette shell it says the Israeli military fired in Gaza last week.

‘The shells release thousands of 37.5mm metal darts that embed mini arrow in the body. Does Israel care for international law or common humanity?’

Come to the negotiating table but with no preconditions. Why would this be possible? Why would the Gazans want to continue to be blocked and live as they do, imprisoned in their own country?

The United States seems ready to step in and help resolve the problem each time there is a flare up. But U.S. shows no balance.

Good to hear the US has promised a $47 million aid to the Palestinians.

US aid to Israel amounts to billions. (US$130 million per year on going) Israel has been the largest annual recipient of U.S. foreign assistance for some time and much of this aid goes to help develop Israeli military power. Since 1976, millions have been given to develop their anti-missile system. U.S is the chief supplier of arms and military technology to Israel. Through the Excess Defense Article Israel also receives free rifles, grenade launchers and machines guns.

And all this to be used against whom?

The world watches this unbalanced debacle – the Palestinians imprisoned and killed and wounded in their own country for choosing to their own government and to live as they want.

I have a solution.

Role reversal. Let the 2million Israelis move into Gaza for a year under the same conditions that exist now, let them enjoy the restrictions. And the Gazans move into the border regions in Israel and enjoy what the Israelis have: freedom of movement, and basic necessities like medical attention, good water supply, constant electricity, fresh food.

And the Israelis in Gaza please don’t send off any rockets, for this is what you have been asking Gaza not to do.

 

 

JULY 1 PROTEST MARCH

Protest March, 1st. July 2014

Hong Kong

Tuesday 1 July 2014 will go down in the history as the day the people of Hong Kong spoke for Democracy.

Whichever way we look at it, whether half a million or a quarter million that turned out on the protest march, the number is huge.

 

Photo credit:  Brandon Cheung Photo credit:
Brandon Cheung

 

The logistics of organising such a gathering is enormously mind-boggling. The march portrays tremendous stamina and patience and focus of the thousands that waited and marched for hours on a summer’s day of sun and downpours. Humidity was high and temperatures topped 33c. There were an array of small demands but two key points are what got our protest going: universal suffrage and one country two systems. We will not take this lightly.

Hong Kong has flourished for 17 years with no misunderstanding about the basic law: One Country, Two Systems. Hong Kong has vastly contributed to China in the way of trade and charity. And now Beijing warns that it holds the ultimate authority over our financial centre. The call for democracy by the majority for the seven million of Hong Kong is causing stirrings of great fear in the giant heart of the mainland, the Central Government.

Beijing feels that the high autonomy of jurisdiction enjoyed by Hong Kong has been due to an ‘oversight’ on its part and in trying to set us straight the Central Government came out with a White Paper explaining to us what our separate system is. In doing so the Central Government has shot itself in the foot. Hong Kongers are horrified, justifiably so and more determined for democracy.

The White Paper projects Hong Kong’s future in a different light. Hong Kongers realize they have to stand firmer. We will accept no new jurisdiction over us. The call for democracy is nothing new. Our determination is clear, 800,000 voted in the referendum, we want to elect our chief executive.

Since 1997 Hong Kong, the miniscule dot on the vast China continent, has contributed to the mainland’s economy. We are the largest offshore renminbi market. We have no desire not to prosper and when we do so does China. There is no doubt about co-operation. Love and loyalty come naturally.

The world is watching.

Listen to the people; it’s the people that make the country.

Hong Kong belongs to the Hong Kong people.

MY BIRTHDAY

On this my birthday

I wish all my family and friends safe and peaceful lives. The world is shrinking with hate. I am shocked by the atrocities fellow humans inflict on each other and so much in the name of a God. Time to reflect and spread goodwill amongst all religions.

Love to all.

Shanta - Peace

Shanta – Peace

It is by chance Shanta’s photo, age four, got into this image magenta lilies. And she is forty and a bit, and still symbolizes peace.

The Mysterious Disappearance

May 1, 2014 Concerns, Writing 5 Comments

GRATITUDE LOST

MH 370, a plane and its load of crew and passengers disappeared on March 8th. Millions of dollars have been spent. Thousands of multinational specialists risking lives have spent hundreds of man-hours searching for the missing plane. The most advanced machinery known have been used.

Not a sign and not a clue of the missing plane. Every move made to find this plane by scientifically advanced nations has been fully reported. The whole world knows what is going on. A big puzzle indeed as we have moved past the 50th day.

But above all that what puzzles me most is the attitude of the grieving relatives and friends. Their belligerence and obnoxious behaviour confounds and shocks me. There has not been a word of gratitude, no appreciation shown for what’’s being done. No patience and no tolerance visible. The mourners insist their ‘request be taken seriously’. They want the Malaysian government and the airline ‘to return their disappeared relatives and friends’, and failing that tell them where they are.

Is this a new middle class risen up with new expectations? A new class raised to believe in unreasonable demands, blindly seeking certain rights.

The mourners have been flown to Kuala Lumpur by the Malaysian authorities. They have been fed and quartered in hotels in Kuala Lumpur and Beijing. Doctors and psychologists have looked after them and their emotional needs. The mourners have taken up squatters’ rights, resorted to violence towards airline personal and others looking after them. They have held protests both in Kuala Lumpur and Beijing. Protesters have been allowed with impunity to march to and be violent at the Malaysian Embassy in Beijing by a government that tolerates no protests.

I am flummoxed. These indeed are strange times we are living in. No appreciation for anything that is being done. Horrific, childish temper tantrums cloaked as sorrow seeking justice. And as one of Shakespeare’s characters may have said, ‘I want that pound of flesh, and I want it now.’ Though in reality the one that could offer that pound of flesh has disappeared without a trace.

Ha!

I DID YOU NO HARM

March 21, 2014 100, Concerns 3 Comments

I DID YOU NO HARM I DID YOU NO HARM

Night scene in a butcher’s in old back street, Georgetown, Penang

I Did You No HARM.

My wife rolled on her side contented. Siblings Curly,

Thumbs, Scuffles tumbled in mud.

Charmy, PinPot , Trotters wallowed, snouted by the trough.

I, stress free, rooted in straw rustle.

In pig parlour well fed all.

With not a care I watched proud my family grow.

One dim dawn a man-army burst into our dream filled hoghood.

Grunts turned into fearful screams.

Men poked, prodded, netted all six little ones, rounded up for roasting.

My wife they dragged away dislocating her hips. For bacon fat.

I froze in the corner, they netted me.

A flash of cleaver last I saw.

THE PIGEON

The Pigeon by Patrick Suskind

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‘How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one’s existence could crumble.’

The Pigeon by Patrick Suskind (1988) translated by John E. Woods

The Pigeon, a novella, by the author of well-known the novel Perfume, The Story of a Murder, follows a simple plot but is packed with suspense.

It is the story of a man who has had a disappointing childhood and later a disappointing marriage. Jonathan Noel has spent 20 years contented without connection with people. He is a security guard in a bank in Paris. He lives alone and frugally, enjoys his independence. Having achieved invisibility he loves the daily ‘sameness’ of his life and work. He knows the only person he can depend on is himself.

His home is a one room flat, which he has set up with all the comfort he requires. He has to share a bathroom with other residents but he makes sure he meets no one. He listens by the door and opens a crack and checks no one is about before leaving his home.

‘He could interpret every crack, every click, every soft ripple or rustle, the very silence itself.’

One day disaster strikes, after listening by the door, he opens it just a little and looks out only to be confronted by a ‘beady eyed, diabolical’ pigeon in the hallway, outside his threshold. Jonathan spins out of control. His ordered life descends into anarchy all due to a bird ‘with red taloned feet on oxblood tiles…in sleek, blue-grey plumage’ and the eyes dreadful to behold’.

From then on many emotions come into play. Fear, paranoia, insecurity, anger, envy.
All the events that happen take place in a single day. But the long day eventually ends in a happy transformation.

‘He splashed diligently through the puddles, he splashed right through the middle of them, walked in a zigzag from puddle to puddle, sometimes he even crossed the street because he saw an especially lovely, wide puddle on the far pavement, and stomped through it with flat, splashing soles, sending spray up …it was delightful.’

Suskind weaves a disturbing tale, a tale of depth and tension. He writes sparingly and crisply. The seemingly boring daily details of this reclusive man are complex.

I found this psychological thriller warranted a second reading. I read The Pigeon the first time many years ago and re-read it a couple of weeks ago.

I am certain many of us would love to diligently splash through puddles. Then why don’t we you may ask?

Mmm…we don’t because we can’t find puddles?

ROOTS

February 23, 2014 Writing No Comments

Roots

Roots 1_photo

Roots spread
In harmony
Seeking no depth
Earth bound and floating
Sun-ray
Fueled
Moon-beam
Nourished
Rain
Fed

Leela Devi Panikar

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