Friday, November 17, 2006

BRING DOWN THE BIG UNS. NO MIS-SPELLING THERE.

I was reading USA Today recently because it was the only daily I found at my workplace that day. This particular edition had a letter from one Chris Sage of Tom’s River in New Jersey. He was clearly upset with the recent concerted movement by many churches to discourage, if not, ban Halloween.
He found pamphlets on his car windscreen, that were effectively telling him that his children of eleven and nine ‘will rot in the bowels of hell if they dress up like characters from the Pirates of the Caribbean and go house-to-house with friends – while supervised – just to get some candy, all while socializing and participating in a friendly neighborhood tradition.


I could empathize with Mr. Sage.

Merely days earlier, I had a rather robust discussion with my father on the very same topic, Halloween. My parents have become very staunch and committed Christians since they were baptized two years ago. I am happy, almost envious that they have such an intense spirituality, after all these years of not aligning themselves to any faith. They have been soft-selling the same path to me. But that’s another story.

My Pa made a remark about finding it difficult to handle kids that may turn up at his gate with a ‘trick or treat’. I was taken aback on two counts: 1) That Malaysian kids are already into Halloween, and 2) That Pa is taken in with the anti-Halloween effort. The former I dealt with easily, the media being what it is today has made virtually everything American known and mimicked the world over. The latter, however, begged clarification.

I am of the opinion that dressing up fancy to partake in a social activity is basically what Halloween is about. It has nothing to do with one’s faith. If anything, one’s faith is the anchor with which one does not overstep the boundary between ‘activity’ and ‘obsession’. Halloween's origins, after all, are not demonic but for avoidance of such. Pa, of course, was driven by the church. Such activities are just un-Christian, he said. Soon, we were debating on how Christian were Christmas, Chinese New Year, New Year’s Day and so forth. I insisted that he was not giving me his opinion from his own conscience and merely repeating doctrines propagated by the church. My Mom probably sensed the rising temperature from the kitchen because she abruptly sent the old man out on an errand. We moved on to other topics after that, with no hard feelings. I’m thankful for Pa is open for discussions without me feeling unfilial or kurang ajar. I love and respect him for that. That, too, is another story.



What disturbs me is the ease and regularity with which all and sundry are declared un-Christian, un-Islamic or un-democratic. Un- Whatever! We used to have to deal with isms. Today, it’s the BIG UNS. Most of the time, the basis on which such declarations are made is frivolous and debatable. Like the religious expert from a bank in Malaysia who declared it haram (forbidden) for Muslims to wish Hindus a happy Deepavali (or Diwali). His odious email could have dealt inter-faith and inter-racial goodwill a bloody nose. Thankfully, the insipid motion and notion was shot down and clarified by the authorities. I wonder if the poor man is aware of the hurt, insult and misinformation that he instigated. Many other similar summary declarations are hardly ever debated upon and that is very frightening. Just because a decree comes from a holy office or holy men, it has to be obeyed regardless.

More often than not it comes with an air of holier-than-thou condescension. Mr. Sage wrote of the anti-Halloween campaign as ‘an effort led by self-righteous egotistical holy men blinded by their own delusions of grandeur’. It may not be entirely true but the possibilities are horrifying. A bigot who sits in the position can easily spread hatred and fear.


The decisions are still man-made in essence. Indeed, their assumptions are based on the Scriptures and Traditions. I query: Under whose interpretations of the Scriptures, then? There lies a great danger of seeing what we wish to see, to find the means to justify the end. This is why research, discussion and debate are vital. Facts are needed for reasoning. The path to enlightenment is not without questions. There is no faith without doubt. These Big Uns, they are so often borne out of narrowly-learned minds.

Life would be very much simpler if the world were mono-cultural, mono-religion, mono-racial and maybe, mono-sexual. It wouldn’t take long to understand everything there is to know and identify the un-social, un-spiritual or un-cool elements for such a society. Alas! We don’t dwell in such a world.

Judicial Law is fairly common everywhere we go, for crime as we see it affects us all in a generally similar manner across cultures and geography. Murderers and cheats are abhorred everywhere. Cultural, traditional and religious practices are not entirely uniform. Some would appear so alien; it may even go against the very grain of another. Seek first to understand before passing any judgment, on ourselves and not on others. Deepavali is a symbolic celebration of Light’s triumph over Darkness, of Good over Evil. Where’s the wrong and unholy in that?

My brother decides to dress up as Sponge Bob Square Pants to get candies. Even if I see Halloween as a great waste of time, I have no right to sentence him to an eternity in hell. That’s for God to judge. It is not part of our tradition but I owe it to myself to find out what Halloween means to him, although I'm aware of how removed the present-day concept of Halloween is from its origins. He says, it’s only for fun with friends and is neither about the devil nor worship of evil. Having understood, it now seems no more a waste of time than a trip to the beach. With understanding, we will be able to appreciate the intent behind the practices of every culture, tradition and religion. The intent is invariably always good, pure and simple. With knowledge there won’t be fear and suspicion. The Big Uns evidently are rooted in ignorance.

Ignorance and misinterpretation of cultures and religions outside one’s own is still very prevalent. Rituals of a pantheistic Ticuna tribe in deepest Amazon may not be necessary knowledge to one in Petaling Jaya, but a neighbor’s faith and related anathemas surely warrant some understanding. Love thy neighbor, ring a bell? To love, love, love him is to know, know, know him. Alright, that may be stretching it a bit but we all do loathe committing a faux pas and understanding your friends and neighbors will prevent red faces of embarrassment and possibly, of rage.

Is it a sin to learn about another religion? Will learning about Buddha’s teachings convert a Muslim into a Buddhist? Would studying the Holy Quran apostates a Christian? We all learned mathematics, are we then mathematicians? What matters is we know numbers and are thus able to do sums decently for day to day usage. If you are comfortable and confident with yourself being a mathematician, learning history won’t make you a historian overnight. As the anguished parent from Tom’s River charged, ‘If the church is doing its job correctly, it’d have the confidence in the spirituality of its congregation to know that Halloween is just a fun day for kids.’ This statement hits at the very heart of every faith, belief and individual in this plural world of ours. We need to sort things out from within, right from the roots up so there won’t be a need to nip buds all the time, more so buds from another tree. Or go off tangent and come up with an assortment of Uns. Once unleashed, they may corrupt the tenets of the very religion or faith they purport to defend. The pure and holy made murky. More so in the eyes of people of other beliefs.


Only objective minds can readily separate the faith from the practitioners. This is why knowledge and discourse are indispensable, especially in matters of faith and tradition.

Ignorance won’t be such a problem had we COMPASSION for one another. But that is yet another story and will be discussed next.

God Willing. God Bless.




Tuesday, November 14, 2006

A few axes to grind, but not yet.

First off, an unreserved apology is due to Irene for my no-show to her Halloween tag. Like Princess Shin, it is very much due to the fact that we in Malaysia don’t exactly partake in the end-October tradition. It would have been fun to do so, though. Of course, that’s not a water-tight excuse for being a spoil-sport. Princess Shin did a great job circumventing our handicap with her response to the tagging. I, on the other hand, sat on my blogging hands while anguishing over how to get about it. It was events and news during this index-warming period that moved me to (finally) write this:

MY JOURNEY THUS FAR

Before I embark on a few rounds of heavy-duty ranting, I feel compelled to provide a brief history of my life; if only to give a glimpse of the journey that brought me to my present set of belief and mindset.

I was born into a household that did not practice any religion. In a great multicultural Malaysia, my parents had close friends from all races and religion. I am very thankful they brought me and my siblings up blind to racial differences. My grandparents on both sides were Taoists but that had little impression on me, except for the burning of joss-sticks. I had no awareness of the concepts of spirituality and religion until one fateful morning during kindergarten.

A pony-tailed classmate told me that she feared nothing as Jesus would save her from any peril or threat. I countered with my father, the policeman, Ultraman, Superman, King Kong and a whole list of heroic characters real and fictitious. But she brushed them all off, insisting that her Jesus was far superior to all of them put together! All of five years-old, I was dismayed that I have never come across such an illustrious and capable protagonist. I was curious.

“Pa, who is Jesus?” I asked my father. Next thing I knew, I was bundled along with my younger sister to Sunday school at the local Methodist church every weekend after that. My old man certainly knew how to delegate.

Thus, every Sunday morning my sis and I would be with a whole classroom of kids learning about the Bible. I discovered Adam and Eve, Noah, Abraham, Moses and of course, Jesus. I learned to pray. The premise of Good vs. Evil was revealed to me. Angels. Demons. Heaven. Hell. It was quite frightening at times, especially the prospect of being punished in Purgatory for sins committed in life. But generally, the stories from the Bible I found fascinating. And the games and play we had with the other kids after Sunday school was great fun.

My parents decided to put me in a Sekolah Kebangsaan (National School) for my primary education, where I was one of three Chinese descent pupils in the entire school. Save for about twenty ethnic Indians, the rest were Melayu. As this was basically a Malay school, there weren’t any alternative lessons for the non-Muslims during Ugama (Religious) periods. Wanting to blend in, I stayed for the subjects. Soon I was learning Jawi (Arabic Text), Ilmu Fiqah (Understanding and Interpretation of Syariah Laws), Ilmu Tauhid (The Theology or Basis of Islam) and Sejarah (History of) Islam. For the next eleven years, I would be in very Melayu-majority environments and I continued to learn Islam as a subject in class.

Through the years, the practices and beliefs of Taoism, Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism were revealed to me by relatives and friends.

Years passed and I’m paying taxes already. My job entails a lot of traveling and on many trips I find a lot of time in my hands, mostly alone. In these moments of solitude, I’ve spent a lot of time researching all manner of philosophies, religions and beliefs. One can say that I’m soul-searching.

This is just the brief background. The axes to be ground will be coming soon.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Tomb Tones


I have been tagged for the first time! By Irene. And am I glad. I get to pick some songs. It's a walloping fun idea.The premise may be morbid, but hey, we are all headed for the same destination. No detours, no U-turns!

Right, so "The idea is to pick five songs that you'd like played at your funeral." I'd like to go on to request that these songs be available on-demand at my tombstone (or niche) even beyond that day. Run on non-polluting, renewable and zero-cost power. Visitors who do not know me could possibly get a glimpse into the person that I was. Not that it matters to them, or even to the long-departed me. I would just like to share.

Are you ready!!!???( In the high-pitched arena scream) Let's do it:

Song #1

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY by Queen

I wonder if Freddie will spank me for this, if I should meet him. This song is about life, full of imperfections and mistakes redeemed by love and compassion. But at the very end, nothing really matters. Death overtakes us all.

Song #2

A QUESTION OF LUST by Depeche Mode

It's a great song about faithfullness and the temptations when away from your partner. This song is to tell mine that, I'm still her's where I'm going. Definitely no chance of getting drunk where I'm headed.... and I'd rather be home as usual.

Song #3

MARGARITA TIME by Status Quo

It's a favourite drink of mine. It is also simple yet catchily hummable ditty from the comtemporaries of Queen. It's about taking chances when it feels vaguely right. In this case, probably in some ways related to song #2. At my funeral, this song and this drink will be served.

Song #4

YOUR SONG by Sir Elton John

Beautifully crafted song filled with such meaningful lyrics by Bernie Taupin. This is to thank everybody that has filled my life with meaning and beauty.

Song #5

IN MY LIFE by The Beatles

This is my farewell to my loved ones. This is one sentimental, tear-jerker when you reminisce about days gone by. Hope this doesn't introduce the water-works at my funeral.



It certainly began with much gleeful enthusiasm. As I went through the encyclopaedia of songs in my head, my life thus far, flashed by, too. I ended up reflecting deeply upon my days past and present. Upon life. Death. This excercise has made me ponder much longer than the 10 minutes I expected to spend on the post. Have I served my purpose in life? Am I living life right? Will I ever?


I'm singing 'Is This The World We Created' by Queen as I type the finishing words to this post.

Just think of all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need.

Is this the world we created
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law
So it seems in the end
Is this what we're all living for today
The world that we created.

You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by.

Is this the world we created,
we made it on our own
Is this the world we devasted, right to the bone
If there's a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what we've done
To the world that He created.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Four Accidents In One Day





It didn't happen to me. But that doesn't take away the shock and awe of the occurences. That I had come across four traffic mishaps within eleven hours is an accident in itself. And they all took place within 3km-radius of where I live.

A bus and a Satria. Two buses. Two cars. Lastly, two motorcycles and a car.

Didn't see anybody hurt except the last one, only because I must have come across the first three a while after their occurence. Hope nobody was seriously hurt. Nobody wants a traffic accident. The word accident itself means it is undesirable most of the time. Traffic accidents can cause damage and loss to property, limbs and/or lives. At the least, it is an inconvenience.

The question I'm pondering is: Do we think about accidents when we drive? Or at least, before we start our journey in an automobile. Most times, it crosses our minds only when we witness or come across a disaster.

Would it make us more careful and considerate on the road?

There are loads of traffic accident reports in the news. There are plenty of road-safety campaigns. Grissly pictures of accident scenes, gentle jingles, dramatic enactments and outright morbid signboards abound.

Do we consciously or unconsciously ignore, forget about these lessons when we are behind the wheel? Are we dealing with the 'It happens only to the others' syndrome?

Why must we jump the red-light? Speed? Squeeze into tight spots to move just one car-length ahead? Overtake crawling traffic on the emergency lane? Ignore lane designations? Change lanes indiscriminately? We are all guilty of one or another, one time or another.

Wouldn't these actions risk accidents? We probably don't have that consideration in our minds as we commit the acts. It's always about 'getting there'.

But, will we always get there? Especially if we drive as if we are the only car on the road.

How then can recklessness be curbed? Aside from Big Brother-style strict enforcement, is there a possibility of educating drivers altruistic driving attitudes that will result in a utopian love and practice of such values?

Well, utopian it remains. For we are dealing with human beings. There is, somehow, a grey area in any concept. Even in religion, individual interpretations abound. What more with driving rules and attitudes? We have a great tendency to justify means to an end, and vice-versa. We compromise easily for our sole benefit. How then can we prevent traffic accidents?

As long we are human, we are an accident waiting to happen.

Drive carefully. Pandu Cermat, Jiwa Selamat. Malang Tidak Berbau. Pandulah Sepertimana Anda Mahu Orang Lain Memandu.

God Bless.







Thursday, September 28, 2006

The Pain Of Blogging and The Itch When Not.

It is hopeless. I thought I have been there and I have done that. And that ought to be just that. But the itch....

I started the blog in May. Made two postings in three months. Had a handful of comments which was extremely encouraging for a virgin blogger. However, it was quite a challenge finding the time to pound away at the keyboards. Day after day, time just slipped away elsewhere. Yes, I do have a life. And thus, the decision was made to DELETE the bloody blogspot and spare a few megabytes for somebody else who has the time and discipline.
But the itch.....
Somehow I had the time to read a few other blogs fairly regularly and I realized that they post irregularly. Some took breaks, even long hiatuses. Eventually a new posting would appear.
So I thought, 'Why not?'
I hereforth return with my meandering ponderings. What's a few megabytes?
The Winged Acrophobic Flies Once More!!

If only to stop the crazy itch.