Wednesday, August 24, 2016

When

24.8.2016.



When
The swallows drop
 From the evening sky
And the sun slides 
Behind the western hills
When the cloak of night 
Pulls gingerly 
Across earth's beaten chest

When
Songs of yesteryear
Whisper through the silent trees
And memories stir
The cobwebs of time
When soft voices 
Murmur those old words of yesterday
And they hang 
Suspended
Restrained by faded lips

I pause
Tongue-tied
And fail to ask the question
When.


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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

What can we learn from the Rio Olympics ?

23.8.2016.


The Rio 2016 Olympics have just ended.

I've blogged about positive publicity. To prove my point, just view the uproar about that US swimmer's false report about having a gun pointed by Brazillian police at his head.  He escaped arrest by leaving on a plane while his team-mates were pulled off another later flight, and the whole story spilled out.

Watching the closing ceremonies live, we can surely genuinely appreciate the host's efforts and give them our true praise for work well done in the face of incredible odds, and unimagineable difficulties.

There was a write-up to-day that aptly made a fair assessment of each country's performance based on its population titled "Population-adjusted 2016 Olympic medals." Although USA came on top with the most medals, and Great Britain second, with populous China third, this report  perhaps put things in proper perspective. 

I'd tweeted earlier that I'm both happy and sad, that while my country got a few medals ( 4 silver & 1 bronze, said to be its best performance ever ), the number is meagre. Looking from the point of view of this population-adjusted performance, I was surprised Malaysia isn't at the bottom of the pile. India, with a population second only to China, is !

In fact at the top is Grenada, with 93.61 medals per 10 million population. Grenada has only 100,000 people ! USA only occupies number 43. Malaysia is ahead of 27 other countries.

I remember a write-up during the 1964 Tokyo Olympics about the supposedly physical advantages of the Negro athlete, specifically the "spur" on their heel bone that gave black athletes that extra "flick" when they run or jump. I remember the 100 meters was won by USA's Bob Hayes at 10 seconds flat, and he went on to become a successful American football player. To think about it, after more than half-a-century, the 100-meter sprint  has improved a mere 7 %! This with bigger athletes and better equipment and running surfaces !

One feature that has emerged through the years has been the dominance of the black athlete, male and female. I went through the Olympics on the You Tube, from London 1948,  and can see the rare few black male athletes and the even rarer female ones. The more recent games, up to Rio 2016, show how much the picture has changed. Where the black athletes were mostly dominating the sprints, now you see them dominating all events, including field events and the water sports. In the endurance races one hardly sees a non-black face in the victorious position anymore. And, remarkably, it doesn't end there. Even European countries like Sweden and Finland and Italy and, of course, Britain, display black athletes winning for them. Even Japan, non-European of course, won their remarkable silver medal in the premier 4 x 100 meter relay with the help of one "Cambridge", obviously of mixed black parentage.

There has been the thesis that family influence play an important part in the success of the athlete. Certainly in badminton in Malaysia, the Chong brothers, the Sidek brothers, and the Tan brothers could prove this  point. Golf also is full of parental influence on world-class performance.

Then there's the so-called college system of America. Study apparently is integrated with sports, or the sports itself is well established as a subject of study. It's important to recognize this because that integration as far as I know doesn't exist in Malaysia. Students are only supposed to study and pass examinations. Sports is for those who don't want to, or can't study.

In fact I remember back in my university days 50 years ago there was a saying among us students that the 'varsity was the grave yard for sportsmen. I remember a promising National 400-meter runner from V.I., Lee something, I can't remember his full name now, whose athletic career simply stopped when he became an undergraduate at the U.M. We had an inter-varsity game with Singapore University, you know when Lee Kuan Yew was declaring his "rugged society" and we bystanders at those games shouted "bugged society !", and other than that our teams didn't do particularly well.  

The other thing that has been mentioned when looking at the dismal performance of India is that of culture. India isn't without its sports of choice. Just look at cricket.  And field hockey. In fact Malaysia's earlier fame in field hockey in this part of the world was because its Indian citizens made the sports popular in the country. How the change of rules and astro-turf have changed field hockey !

That was also the case with badminton in Malaysia. There has always been a culture of badminton. In fact in the old days local neighbourhoods formed "badminton parties" when they wanted to start the game in the locality and to attract players to participate in the game.  Setting up the courts was easy, and the equipment  cheap, and you don't have to change the shuttle-cocks until all the feathers were gone ! To-day everybody, I mean everybody in Malaysia follows badminton. Luckily I was far-sighted enough to buy my own tv set in my own corner of the house, in addition to the large screen in the sitting room watched by the family.  I don't know how many games are listed in the Olympics, but my family only watched badminton, badminton and badminton !

Then we have sponsorship, both governmental and corporate. As it is, in Malaysia there is insufficient supply, or getting it is not easy. And in the US, at least, this is the key to the discovery,  and development, of talent in all sports, and most importantly, from an early age.  

Back to the black athlete, the US and Carribean Negroes may have benefitted from natural culling of the weak because of the terrible long journeys from Africa. The strong genes survived, and through migration to other parts of the western world , this is carried along. Then you say, what about the Kenyans and the Nigerians and the Ethopians who regularly excel in the Olympics ? I suggest this is also through natural selection because of the geography, climate and food, producing hardy and athletic stock.

The suggestion is much can be learned from environment and culture and physical development. My simplistic thesis is not even pretending to be scientific. It's just a view point by a sports enthusiast that may provoke thinking - about how we can do better at  future Olympics. Tokyo 2020 may be too near, but it's a nice target. 

And stop politicising sports. If you are a Chief Minister, and a budding cyclist wants a trainig bicycle that's too expensive for him, buy him one instead of ignoring his request and saying I didn't know. When that cyclist is successful and mentions the lack of assisstance, the blame olympics start.



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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Positive Publicity

7.8.2016.


A more positive publicity for the just-started Rio Olympics would do wonders.

My impression is that the press, through all its media, is slanted negatively. Is there a bias against the staging of the Games for the first time in South America, a "summer" event being held in a southern "winter"?

From the beginning the news was rampant with all the problems with the constructions of the different venues and infrastructures, as if London in 2012 and the preceeding cities did not have them. But for poor Brazil they were made more stark.

Then there was the Zika scare being given maximum exposure, so much so many otherwise stout-hearted athletes suddenly became faint-hearted and too scared to come. As a keen follower of golf, I was particularly disappointed that some of the leading professional golfers have used this health scare as their excuse for not going to Rio, never mind the huge historic effort at introducing golf to these Games.  Except that just very recently Florida also announced the finding of zika there, where many of these millionaire players live. Now let's see what they say about leaving the state !

Brazilian politics haven't helped. We all know the mess they've made for themselves, and that was sufficient to next make the western political leaders, led by USA, to decide to skip the opening ceremonies yesterday.

Of course the downturn of the bullish Brazilian economy that made their bid for the game years ago seemed triumphant now seem foolhardy. The talk of playing to empty stadiums has been nicely played up in the  media.

But watching the opening ceremonies (even these were sabotagued by US Networks showing delayed telecast) we can make an excellent comparison with the best staging of world-class sporting events elsewhere. I think the Brazilians have put up a show worthy of these Games.

To think that even in days prior to the start of the Rio Olympics, Western media still found it newsworthy to dwell on the petty street crimes, the sewage spill in the bay, the cracks on the newly paved roads, the lodging problems in the Olympics Village and other nasty creature comfort issues that actually right now plague all the leading Western capital cities.

Expect mishaps in the next two weeks. These always happen when you put a million human beings in one place. But let's also appreciate the good things that are achieved, not least of which is the spirit of goodwill sought for, and the contribution of  everybody who tries very hard to make these Games a success. When that happens, and I'm sure it will, we all owe Brazil a big "bravo".  



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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

The unscientific SAINS.

17.5.2016.


SAINS, the NS water authority's  acronym may suggest a smart organization. It's not.

I had been happily paying my water bills all these years under the name of the previous house owner. When I bought the house in 1995, I didn't bother to change the name. Until July last year.

All this time the monthly bill came to about RM 8 - 10 a month. Gradually under Syarikat Air Negeri Sembilan Sdn. Bhd. until about the middle of 2014 it surged to RM 15 - 16. That was still ok. 

From January 2015 to April the same year it jumped to about RM 22. That was about a 50 % increase. Then from May to August it jumped another 149 % !, about RM 56 !

On 9th. of July 2015 I went to inquire at the SAINS office Central Market, and lodged an official report.

When the August bill came to RM 63, I jumped, and on 12th. August went to the same SAINS office and lodged another official report.

That was when I was told I needed to re-register under my own name. I did. I paid RM 114.40 plus GST. Luckily I kept the copy of the payment record. Remember, this was almost one year ago! Because this was where SAINS' incomprehensible idiocy emerged in these last  two months.

On 11th. April this year, I received a letter from SAINS accusing me of running a meter unregistered with them.

On top of that letter they printed the meter I was having "No. meter SAINS 13A29032" ! So I called, and was asked to see "Roslan", which I did. I brought along all the paid bills from 2011 to 2015, the "Borang Bayaran" transfer account holder, the two official reports, and even my house grant to prove the transfer of house ownership. Roslan made copies of some of the items and let me go giving the impression everything was then in order.

Imagine my surprise yesterday, when at about 2 p.m. the water stopped running in the house, and I went to check the mains and found the water meter missing ! I immediately called SAINS and one "Norsiah" asked me to come before 4.30 with my supporting documents, after I explained my meeting with Ruslan last month.

I'm satisfied that I kept my temper under control ("extreme control", I might add). I repeatedly explained how my meeting with Ruslan went, and pointed at the "Borang Bayaran" as proof of settlement of new owner's account. I said how can they just come to the house unannounced and simply "pull the plug" with no consideration for appliances in use etc.

That was 3.45 pm. Finally Norsiah said they'd reconnect the supply at 6 pm.

6 came and went. At 7 pm  I called their complains number and under questioning repeated several times the chain of events, and the guy finally said the connection would be done before midnight.

Midnight came and went. At 6.15 am  I called the complains number again, and as I'd expected I had to repeat everything to the guy when he said my account does not exist according to his record. He said he'll investigate further. I left for golf.

When I came back from golf, I saw nothing has changed. Soaking in sweat because of the extreme heat today, I called the complains number again.  Again the guy said my account does not exist from his record, and I grit my teeth and repeated to him what happened last month and yesterday. He said he'll investigate.

So I called Norsiah at about 11 am, after I'd taken my bath and was comfortable and cool in my air-conned den. Surprisingly, one ring and she picked up the phone. I said you promised 6 pm yesterday, and now it's 12 pm the next day and nothing has been done. "Not done ?" she sounded genuinely surprised. "Give me 5 minutes. Give me your number" After several failed calls to her, and one and a half hours later I drove to the bank for some urgent business, and went straight to Norsiah's office, again.

I met Norsiah at her office at about 2.30. What a relief ! There was no need for repeating anything. She gave me a copy of the new account number, and the phone no. of one "Asyraf" to call for installation problems, and said I should get my water supply back by 5. The guy came at 4.

Apparently the SAINS system f.u. the "new account" done in August last year. By creating a new number this morning, everything is now ok.

That's not just water under the bridge. That's a lot of shit,too.



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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Ghafar & Najib.

23.4.2016.


To-day, 23/4/2016 is exactly ten years since the death of Tun Ghafar Baba. A tahlil of sorts was held at his old house in Peringit, Melaka, where I had occassion of being present.

"Of sorts" because it wasn't the traditional tahlil. "Occasion" because at the very last hour I somehow got "invited".

The "traditional" tahlil is a sombre, sitting-on-the-floor affair, attired in "baju Melayu" reciting of the Quranic verses and offering supplications for the dear departed during evening prayers.

This was a music-band accompaniment of tables-of-eight domed luncheon under a big tent at high noon. A lot of "songkoks" were seen among more bare heads and all casual street clothes. The doa recited by the Melaka CM sounded authentic enough, though, and hopefully God Gives compassion for Ghafar's soul.

My late father knew Ghafar, and I'd met him many times. He was in fact born in Tebat Kering, my kampong. His parents were buried in Melang, where both my parents were also buried. My father used to tell stories about Ghafar in the early years, about his humble beginnings and poor post SITC days, how he used to stay in friends' houses when travelling around the country, campaigning for whatever causes he was pursuing then. But later, when Ghafar resigned as the CM to concentrate on MARA, my father would relate with admiration the fact that Ghafar declined the gratuity of 25,000 ringgit offered by the state for his services as the CM. That really struck him, because of the relative enormity of the sum against Ghafar's humble background. That story, and Ghafar's continuous refusal to accept any State or Federal honours until the final Tunship at the end of his career (which happened after my father's death) impressed on him Ghafar's political sincerity.

Ku Li spoke of Ghafar's wit. They were, if true, really good jokes, but unfortunately Ku Li is no comedian, and speaking in English, while I grinned, even having heard the two jokes before, the humour was lost on the crowd. One was about people coming to him for donation, and he gave RM 100. "But your son, Tamrin, gave RM 1,000 !" Ghafar replied "his father is the DPM. Mine was a bullockcart driver !" The other one was about visitors to Tanjong Rambutan mental hospital who saw an inmate holding a fishing line in a bucket of water. They asked " are you fishing ?" The mental patient replied " you crazy ? There's no fish in the bucket !" But the gist of Ku Li's speech in remembering Ghafar made its point.

Tamrin opened things up when he was first to speak after the tahlil. It was an eulogy to his father that, like Ku Li's later, made its point. But the greater part of his rambling speech was highlighting his association with the v.i.p.s present, from the Governor, the PM, right down to the chairman of Tabung Haji who was also present. The crux of the matter was his public apology to Najib about his behaviour before this, and the public request for support in establishing the Tun Ghafar memorial. Najib agreed to both.

Najib's speech was short and tame, except for the part about betraying UMNO, and that sharp jab was meant for you-know-who.

In fact, while this was an occassion in memory of a true UMNO stalwart, Najib came to turn it into a gathering of those-against-Mahathir. Many of them were there. Dollah Badawi, Musa Hitam, Ku Li, Nazri (Tourism), Bashah (Kedah), Aziz (TH), Ali(ex CM), Isa(Felda), Syed Hamid (SPAD), Zahar Ujang(Senate), and even a Sabahan whose name escapes me, but it must have been somebody pro Najib or anti Shafie. And Tamrin himself was before this with Mahathir, like Ku Li. But news that Ku Li is becoming the new Finance Minister and the second DPM is blowing hard, and explains his turnaround.

I call this piece "Ghafar & Najib" because I see the stark contrast. Ghafar was the simple political figure fighting for the Malays' honour from a muddy peasant background.. Najib is the sophisticated and complex political scion fighting for personal glory from a gilded upbringing. 

This was a strange scene. Was this a Melaka state affair with the state UMNO liason managing the honouring of a Melaka hero, or was this a national event honouring a national hero? There were non-Melaka dignitaries of present and past ilk, but not enough of them to make this truly "national". But the local crowd seemed insufficiently large to make it clearly significant. Not all the tables under the single large tent were filled up, and there appeared to be more veterans than youth present.

Musa and Ku Li and Dollah Badawi were from "Team B" fighting Mahathir and Ghafar from "Team A" in 1986, that's common knowledge to UMNO followers. And here they were together heaping praises to Ghafar in his own house in Melaka. He must be turning in his grave in KL !

Even the video presentation and the phamplet distributed took obvious pains in avoiding any mention, much less pictures of Mahathir who was the UMNO President longer than anyone else in the Party's history.

Everyone in UMNO knows the Tamrin Ghafar story. Getting him to very publicly supporting Najib again must rank high in Najib's propaganda. But we all know Tamrin. He's Ghafar's son, but he's no Ghafar.

If the whole thing was an exercise in isolating Mahathir rather than remembering Ghafar, it was pathetic. What Mahathir and Ghafar went through together in the short history of UMNO makes it impossible to mention one without the other. Any deliberate attempt at highlighting one cannot block out the role of the other in as far as UMNO goes thus far. 

I went because it supposed to be about Ghafar. It seems it was all about Najib.  


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Friday, April 1, 2016

What's happening now is dead serious.

2.4.2016.


It's dead serious.

Malaysians who love this country in spite of all the bad reviews these last six decades should do something right now. I don't know what, but something !

This is no longer about party politics: UMNO and DAP and the rest of it. This is about saving the country from unchecked dictatorial lawless rule, and I mean the real dictatorship, not the hyperbolical political denunciation.

Let's take stock.

Najib has not denied having RM 2.6 bilions in his personal bank account between 2013 and 2015.
The latest WSJ revelation said he spent millions on luxuries in the same period. Charging his credit card made sure the shopping was traceable.
He dismantled the investigating machinery he set up when the 1MDB fiasco first broke out: he sacked the AG; he transferred out the anti-corruption officers in the middle of the agency's investigation; he broke up the PAC team in the middle of its own investigation; he charged and for several weeks put behind bars Kahairuddin AND his lawyer Matthias under SOSMA for being the leading official police complainant at that time (now overtaken by Mahathir's civil suit); he sacked the MB of Kedah; he sacked the DPM and Minister Shafie Afdal; he ignored the Governor of Bank Negara report. 

Now he's sending out the dogs on Mahathir.

And all because everyone is asking about 1MDB and the money trail. And all that is required is an explanation.

Do we buy the changing stories about donation from ever changing sources - a group of Arabs, an Arab prince, a dead Arab King, about cash and then no-cash-but-units, in Caymen Islands then Singapore and so on, about 2 bilions being returned to the donor, about money spent on the 2013 GE ?

Najib must think we're all fools.

We must be, if we don't do something.

Government leaders and whole governments have been removed for less indiscretions. This one is totally  offensive.



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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Second hole-in-one in 28 years.

5.3.2016.


I got my second hole-in-one in exactly 28 years, 4 months and 19 days of golfing on Tuesday, 1st of March  2016, at the Seremban International Golf Club.

This one was 18 years, 7 months and 9 days after the first hole-in-one at the a'Famosa Golf Club, Melaka, which was 9 years, 8 months and 10 days after I got my handicap on 12th. November, 1987, when I was 42 years,11 months and 7 days old. That means it took me twice as long to get my second one. On this basis, I should get my third one when I'm 101 years old. Wow !

The flight I was in is our regular Tuesday & Thursday foursome of Tok Molod, and the two former Appeals Court Judges - Tok Zaha  and Tok Sleman.  But we had missed the whole of the previous week because of other committments. My partnership with Tok Molod suffered a 2-ball loss for the first 9. And in spite of my hole-in-one contribution for the second 9, we lost 2 balls again.

The par 3 12th. hole at SIGC is probably the toughest  of all the par 3's at the club simply because at 205 meters it's the longest. Normally I'd used a driver on wet days, and a 3 wood when it's dry. But with the specially dry condition that day I decided to use my 5 wood. Many, many years ago I'd even used a 3 iron, but I was longer then. But I hit the ball square at the equator and the ball flew straight and sweet. I thought the ball should end up on the green pretty close. The moment it rolled on towards the pin I knew it was good, but I didn't expect it to hit the pin, which it did, and it disappeared ! I knew it went in, and shouted "hole in one ! hole in one !" Tok Sleman was watching intently and saw the whole thing. When I picked the ball out of the hole with him close by, he said that was the first hole-in-one he'd actually witnessed, and admitted it was awesome.

I reminded everyone about the tradition, which all complied, and I went home with 3 dozen balls. I bought everyone a drink, but they declined food, and, as usual nobody was at the terrace, so that saved me some money, ha ha !(The tradition is I buy everyone a drink !).

I called the insurance company, and collected the documents they want from the club. This Monday I'll go to their HQ and submit my claim for RM 1,000. Too bad I've been with this one from the beginning. The club's insurance pays RM 1,500.

2 hole-in-ones isn't too shabby. If only it was a competition with car on offer ! Sigh !


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