Words of Wisdom ...or so it seems...


Wednesday, 28 May 2008

Malaysia for Unity

It's a brilliant video which makes my eyes go glossy with tears. It could either be me, PMS-ing, or it's just me, when my eyes are feasted upon materials promoting Unity. Any spiritual or God fearing human would know deep down in their hearts, that Racism is just so wrong and the vendetta should stop,now.

Have you ever imagine how the human kind would evolve into if we had inter marriages between races since the beginning of human history? The inter changing genes would probably produce an amazing human species.

If I were the Prime Minister of Malaysia, (and I would have won it through a new party that is not based on race, religion, people trying to get back at other people etc etc etc), the first thing I'd do upon my first day at work would be reconstructing our education system. I'd abolish the Sekolah Kebangsaan, Sekolah Tamil, Sekolah Cina, Sekolah Dan Lain Lain, and mix our children in one school, one system. Make all languages optional to those who wants to learn and make English the medium.

Maybe that is why I am not the Prime Minister of Malaysia. (Well that and I have problems answering to my conscience)

I'd feel a little embarrassed to be arrogant with my own mother tongue, Bahasa Malaysia, especially when half of the vocabulary comes from English, Persian etc. I've seen how the arrogant Malay boys, the type who laughed and teased any other Malays who dare speak English, cried in front of the book rack at the library at my varsity when they open the reference books and found out that they need to study double the time others fluent in English study, because instead of having to read one book, they ended up reading two, the actual book to study, and the Dictionary. I guess they did not have the last laugh after all.

I guess the road to Unity is a long and winding one, and I do not see it happening too soon. But at least the dawn of a new Malaysia is on the way...I guess change happens with the man in the mirror....We have to do it because deep down and without any agenda, we know it is the right thing to do...

Thursday, 22 May 2008

Sometimes, when the moon is full....

I am a bad bad bad doctor some days. Lucky thing those "some days" do not come that often. For instance, I denied the Manchester United football fans medical leave today simply because they are MU fans and not the Liverpool or Arsenal fans. My little way of payback to these smug fellas who suffer from superiority complex for the MU team. It gives me silent pleasure to know that they are at work today with half of their brains sleeping because of the staying up late to watch the finale yesterday morning. Heh..Heh..Heh...

Then there is this thing about getting irritated on the KL road. Of course I get irritated the moment I start the car engine everyday but the gravity of the irritation is stronger and honestly, I felt like ramming the rude reckless drivers whom I feel need their license be revoked and they have to get psychiatric evaluation before having their drivers' license reinstated. The only thing that is stopping me is the fact that I haven't finished paying the hire purchase. My dream has always been purchasing this gigantic 4wheel mean machine, and drive around KL, just ram into these monkeys on the road. (Oh, you can't punish me for thinking about it).

Then there is this irritation with my patients, well some of them, anyway. No point going into this topic because it'll irritate me just explaining about what is it that is irritating about them.

Then I realized, truth is, it is me who needs to get away. Just go off on a holiday somewhere where I can relax and not think. (no, i'm not planning on playing malaysian politician, I think right now many are forced to "think" finally..).

I NEED A HOLIDAY.....period...because my feeling jaded of the routine is making it's statement on my temperaments. Sometimes, when the moon is full, if you listen hard enough,you can actually hear me howl...on the sound frequency meant for animal species...

Tuesday, 13 May 2008

When Men Cry

I had a patient who came to me this morning presented with running nose. One look at him and I knew that I needed to trail the rabbit in order to know how deep the hole goes. He was usually cheerful,most of the time inviting me to join him in Karaoke session. It's easy to detect depression in a cheerful subject. In laymen term, he looked like shit.

Being very familiar to pain myself, and I'm talking about my pain, not the pain I normally inflict on others, mainly on their asses, if they happen to take joy in crossing the line with me, I started trailing the rabbit. Turned out he had just broken up with his girlfriend. Well, the best cure for a heartbreak, besides time, is getting it out of one's chest. So I started digging his chest, evacuating the unnecessary hogwash that is congesting it, making him have difficulty in breathing due to anxiety.

So, I sat there, became a good listener when something out of the expected happened. He started crying. I froze, for probably the 5th time in my life,(trust me, we don't want to get into what the other 5 incidents that made me froze) and sat there bedazzled . I've never seen a man crying before, except on television and some friends back at Uni, when they heard the Taqbir pagi raya when they could not fly back home to celebrate eid with family (man, they look ugly when they cry). Then again, I married a mule, hard headed and the only thing that would make him cry would probably be when his balls gets squashed between the ground and a football boot.

I've heard about men crying,more in a mythical ways, but I haven't really seen one before my very own eyes. It was quite discomforting really,like I was caught in a situation in which I don't know what exactly to do. (in my profession, that is a blunder). Especially when he cried over a useless girl who played him out. Why would anyone cry for someone who is useless and not worthy of God's natural creation of tears? I do cry every time a relationship ended, but only because I feel sorry for myself (hey, I'm an Aries, we are self centered). Of course I cried when my hubby passed away (man, that dried my tear reservoir, I never thought I had any more tears left after that to cry. Turned out, the tear reservoir is an abyss of tear pool). Of course I know it is a sign of my getting my menses when I start crying upon watching things like the Petronas comercial, or some Bangla cycling in the hot sun etc. But I'm a woman. That is my birth right!! And I do my crying in the rain.

But I'm under the impression that most men are heartless bastards who enjoy breaking women's hearts and brag about the harem of women they've "conquered". The picture of a men crying over a break up seems remote in my imagination. It's something I have to get use to, I guess. Well, never too late to learn something new in life, or rather, experience something new...a man crying over a break up...hmmm.....

But what to do when your eyes are feasted upon a man crying. Well, when he comes to see people like me, he ended up getting medical leave, just so I thought I'd give him some time off for him to get in touch with his feminine side. Until then, I'm still in awe.........