Is July 9th the New Independence Day?

Is July 9th the New Independence Day?

Funny, isn't it? The scenario and ruckuss that has quite alarmingly unfolded before us this past few days seem to ring of a familiar tone. The days when colonists tried to clamp down the patriots who tried to fight for a country dear to them. Imposing laws, catching the voices of dissents, people denied their rights, laws used to the benefits of the governing powers holding the reigns of the country in those present times...

It would have indeed been a moving scene if we were Malaysians once again taking on our colonists and demanding our freedom.

Instead its a chaotic hour for our countrymen where we see two tides meeting.. one decidingly blue and one a bright yellow. Instead I witness insults flung left and right, accusations made audaciously without human wisdom. All sorts of conspiracy theories, witch hunts, lists of would be threats to the country's security magicked up...

At best, it's short of being called a civil war. Looking at the stormy seas in twitter where harsh words are being flung at leaders, calling on leaders to be responsible and "man enough" to face the issues at hand. Not only that, I came across by accident someone who was obviously Malay who sent racist tweets to various people of other races telling to return "to their homeland" and that the Chinese and Indians should remember "to be grateful".

Did we not escape the clutches of colonialism to reach this stage? Did our forefathers not fight to see a new nation born to determine its destiny? Or would you rather resort and return to hushing voices that demand a change only because it seems to threaten your political stand? Why is a nation that wanted its Rakyat to be well educated, opinionated and rational now reduced to crass, dictatorial and illogical happenings in the very same capital where our Prime Minister made the first loud shouts of "Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!"

Truly, real intentions will be revealed when put to the test. I welcome fairer and MORE fairer elections every year. Is this not something the SPR should work on? It does owe the nation that bit of responsibility since being a body monitoring the election process. Would it not be looked upon as quality control?

When blue and yellow collide, are we the rakyat focusing on which team will win? Please, it's not a football match. I am quite bold to say at these last few weeks, days and hours, perhaps many have joined to be "clean" due to the hype of the event and just recent awakening to the "horrors" of the state of matters in our nation.

To be fair, before missiles of any form and size come hurling through airspace at me.... I truly respect and honour any person/party/organization/group that claims to champion the rights of Malaysians. If you have just awakened to the fact that you are Malaysian, there is hope for us still in years to come.

What is more dangerous to the growth of this beloved nation is apathy - in our words the tidak apa attitude. That is a poison that is subtle and gently runs deep. Ignorance helps breed apathy and so does bitterness and anger. You just couldn't be bothered anymore because what would it matter at the end of the day?

Call me an idealist but to truly see reform, it takes everyone.

It's not just the shirts of yellow that are ready to storm a stadium. It's not just the blues that are out to enforce law and order by any means possible.

It's about you and me.

When you are working at your office and you see someone of a different race pass you by, do you feel that "they should go back to where they belong"?

When you were recently robbed by an Indian in the dark of night, do you instantly label ALL Indians as thieves and sneaks?

When you see the recent happenings, is there a part of you that reacts against the Malays just because they are the majority race in the nation?

If there is, we have a lot of work to do. I too am working on myself in this area. Nobody's perfect, but if we keep on focusing on our differences and choose to reject them in another human being, a fellow countryman, what difference will it ever make?

Before you can remove the splinter in your brother's eye, remove the plank that is in yours, says Jesus. Notice that a plank and a splinter are made from wood, the same material, therefore when I see a brother fall in an area, most likely I have that weakness hence being able to identify with it in the first place.

A quote from a video about Malaysia that I love says,

because even though our clothes are the most colourful in the world
our children are colour blind
because if we try
we could be our best when times are at their worst

I wish for peace and calm to pervade our nation.

I pray for sound minds for July 9th.

I hope for a wave of change that will be for the better of Malaysia.

I believe that with God, the history of our nation will be shaped differently.

I want my future children to read about us in this time of history and be proud of us.

Saya Anak Malaysia.

Bless my homeland forever.

Thewombat wrote on my multiply site in 2005 these words:

"I, too believe that there is a place for us all in this land. And I love how you can still be optimistic in the midst of all the depressing events that take place around us.

Let's encourage one another on this long walk to the sea."

I want to ask her again, shall we take this long walk to the sea believing that there is a place for us all in this land we call Malaysia :)

Of Plumfield, Tommy Bangs and White Roses

Certainly it will be a jolly old idea if I could be able to own a place like Plumfield. I quite like the idea of having a big expanse of land with boys of shape and size roaming and frolicking without a care on its grounds. Mayhaps one day I would have that opportunity to lend my heart in such a matronly fashion to younger and tender gardens so that I might one day raise a crop that would do anyone proud. I would like to be Mrs. Jo and be tender and yet firm, to have the joy of seeing her lot grow up and make a world of their own with honour, honesty and courage.

Yes, a Plumfield would suit me indeed. But of course, I would need a Mr. Bhaer to go along with it. For at times, even a boyish heart needs the warm security of a stronger presence to soothe the wounds acquired in the process of mothering. I detest sewing, would rather go out for larks with my boys and laugh loud; but nothing would beat feeling a bigger, warmer and definitely stronger presence of Mr. Bhaer.

Oh, to hear the pitter patter of small feet approaching my door right now! To hear someone declare at the top of his pitiful voice to "muther... I'm tummin to tee you!" I would long to have a Rob and Teddy to fill my life with their sunshine into their Marmar's life.

Perhaps I wax lyrical as I read Little Women, Little Men and Jo's Boys for the past few days. But reading does so awaken some hidden dreams and fantasies one harbours at times. I am pretty sure either Jo, Meg, Amy or even sweet Beth would understand that. If not, I am pretty sure Teddy himself would have given me a fair hug in agreement and encouragement.

I am thankful that I am learning to work on this garden of my life. I shall hoe at it, weed it and water it when necessary to produce a crop that will be worthy of its labour. I am also blessed to have other gardens to sow into while the little farmers grow them with such fervour and abandon that I am quite sure they will all turn out well. I am proud of my farmers out there. They are really such a bunch of Tommy Bangs, Demis and Daisies, Nats and Dans, Teddies and Robs, Stuffies and Jacks! As they test their wings and fly out into the world I can only smile and say what my Dr. Bhaer would say,

"Gott bless them! Gott bless them indeed!"