The Mysterious Disappearance
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!
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Well said, Leela.
My dear Leela,
I must agree with Don, only I would have used the words ‘exceptionally well said’ as I found at every turn of thought that you expressed was one so reasonable that it stood out because of its contrast to what was being demanded by those who had no right to demand anything. Hope is the most one could expect in situations such as this.
Borrowing your phraseology I would say, “I Iive in Missouri with Adita, two cats and a cordless mouse.” However I cannot write fiction or do decent photography regardless of where the cats are.
It is tragic that I know about you, dear, but that I do not know you. So far I must be content to look forward to our meeting even though it may have to be on the other side. You do well in making my nephew happy for which you shall be rewarded.
Uncle Bob
Uncle Bob, bonus for me that I got to know of you, and got to know you. Let’s chat face time. I send love.
Dear Leela, well said. I’ve had similar thoughts and wonder why these families have been so unreasonable in their demands and so slating in their comments. Grief can drive humans crazy but the repeated poor behaviour of families has, at times, made it difficult to feel the depth of their loss. Even death demands dignity.
I am with you Betty. Not only dignity for themselves and their grief but also for those they have lost. These days it is difficult with so much outpourings to distinguish genuine grief from something ulterior, outpouring to pave a way to millionaire-ship.