Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Hello Again

I have not published anything ever since I moved out of my old department in August. I did write some of my thoughts on some issues but perhaps they are not suitable materials to publish. Well, let me put it this way, they would buy me an instant one-way ticket to at least 2 years of solitude in the red room in Kamunting, if you get my drift.

Do I have the right to say what I want to say at any time? In this country, I would say, yes and no. Yes, I have the rights to do whatever I like and say whatever I feel is the right thing to say, but if I do exercise my rights, no, it would not be right. Somebody could and they would exercise their rights to do whatever they have been granted the rights to do.

Honestly, things are beginning to get very weird around here. I can't help it but worry on the wellbeing of the country and its people. Everyone is talking about some kind of violations of human rights, and demonstrations and pickets seem to be the only way out of expressing themselves. But what are human rights to us?

BERSIH thinks human rights would be violated if the Malaysian citizens were not guaranteed a clean and transparent electoral process by SPR with no ‘phantom voters’, no usage of Government machineries by the ruling coalition parties, among others.

HINDRAF thinks human rights would be compromised if Indians continued to be put in some kind of self-claimed ‘ethnic cleansing’ by the UMNO-led Government. To them, human rights would be preserved if each and every Indian were given RM1 million each, for the sins committed by the British Government of the Ice Age for bringing their ancestors to the-then Malaya.

To NUBE, human rights would mean that MCBA agree on their demand for a 30% pay hike with existing benefits including the sacred 2-month contractual bonus remained in the CA.

What are human rights to others? To Mat Rempits, perhaps human rights would mean something if they were allowed to convert all the streets in every city, every town and every kampung into tracks for their no-holds-barred night racing spree (come to think of it, the idea for Singapore to have F1 racing at night doesn’t sound that original after all). To drug addicts, they would achieve the highest level of human rights (they would die happy) if the Government or concerned GLCs came forward to their rescue to provide subsidized or rebate scheme for whatever toxic waste substance they are taking, on top of the free syringes supplied by the AIDS Council.

What else? The list of what constitutes human rights is endless. Well, we are human beings for one. We maybe the same species but each and every one of us are unique individuals, regardless of whatever separate us (race, religion, gender, home state or our favourite food or lucky numbers or whatever else we based our judgement against another human beings) and we do have different needs and dreams. And, the first step to understand human rights is to understand and surrender to our differences. How about our willingness to go up or down from where we see ourselves, to be in the same level and start listening to each other for a start?


Chazz

My Journey : An Honest Reflection

(From Personal Archives)
As I stepped my feet through the big wooden door, I saw the beautiful meadows covered with long green grass. I could see it as far as my eyes could see. I instantly felt the sense of relief, as I saw the grass dancing passionately, in complete synchronisation to rhythmic motions of the song of the wind.

I knew I was there for the first time, but somehow, I felt something intriguingly familiar about the place. As if I had been there before. As if I had seen the place in my dream.

I could see from afar, rows of trees at the end of the meadows. I saw the big and strong branches full stood out so gallantly. I saw the leaves were waving seductively at me. I felt the wind blowing softly on my face and I could smell its freshness and purity. I felt a certain kind of calmness and comfort surrounding my body.

I felt the bright sunlight on my naked skin. It was bright but it wasn’t hot. It was pleasant, much like a morning sun. It was the light that gave the life to the meadows and to the trees. I could feel the burning sensation in my nerves. As if it was giving me the energy and power, and I could feel the strength so overwhelming that made me believe I could take the journey to the end.

As I took my first little step, I found myself standing on a path that cut through the meadow. It was a narrow path covered with small shrubs with little yellow and purple flowers on both sides. And as I was walking through the path, I felt the touches of virgin dewdrops carressing my feet. And I said to myself, “This is the place I want to be. I am going to continue until I get to the end. I am sure it’s going to be something great waiting for me at the end of the journey”.

And as I continued to walk further, the path was narrowing down on me. I found myself continuing my journey with great difficulties, struggling to get myself through. I saw the dark clouds moving in as if they were following my trail. And, before I realised what it was doing, the lights had slowly faded away and it was suddenly getting darker and darker. I could not see a thing. I could not see where I was going and what was in front of me. I could feel the air was tickening and I could not breath. I continued to walk until I could no longer move.

It was something in front of me that prevented me from stepping further. As I reached my hands out, I could feel that I was touching something. It was a hard flat surface but I couldn’t find the edges, as if it was a wall without ends. And there I was, standing there, completely isolated, confused, annoyed, frustrated and helpless.

I was ready to succumb to the fate that I was a failure when I realised: “I am a human being and when God created me, He blessed me with a gift of choice. I do have choices. I am the captain of my own ship and I am in perfect control of where this ship is going.”

But, then again, I could very well switch on my survival mode and stay there, continue being a victim and feeling sorry for myself but I repeatedly asked myself, “What’s the point?” I could but I wouldn’t let it happen. Not here. Not now. Not in my space.

As I gathered what was left of my energy, I started to pull myself together. I brought the light from within to the surface to conquer the darkness around me. I released the power of mind to overcome the confusion. I revealed the power of my heart to triumph over the unpleasant feelings. I gathered the power of love to defeat my loneliness.

In the end, I found out that all walls have edges.


Chazz