Impossible is nothing

The words of "Yes we can" still resonate in my ears. History has a very remarkable way of making people rise to the occasion. Who would have thought that an African American would be elected to the oval house. The speech made moved millions of people who listened to it. It was frank and straight to the point with no beating behind the bush. One thing that captured me is the hope espoused by the new president, and by God he will need every ounce of it in the time to come. This gets me thinking, if other nationals will also change their outlook on their leaders? Will the majority of a country be willing to let someone from a minority be its leader?

I'm all too familiar with the dynamics of a multi-cultural community, and I hold a minority perspective. Understanding the majority outlook does not warrant much effort. Its pretty simple from my point of view; that is majority gets a higher priority. Discrimination is prevalent in every nation and none can deny this fact. But why is it not possible to give people what they are due?? Demanding of rights by various groups of people around the world is now quite over-rated. What they fail to realise is that for one to demand their rights, they should also fulfill their duties. Rights and duties go hand in hand, and cannot be realised independently.

A journey of a thousand miles starts with just a step. As the number of steps keep on accumulating, the objective would be to complete ones journey. A new dawn has broken, and lets hope the impetus derived from it can be sustained while spreading its radiance to other parts of the world. In the end, the world should converge their ideals to a single cause, and that is the cause of equity. Equity is the need of the hour and let all those people who are in slumber be awoken to its call. Let it pierce their hearts, and bring about a new world renaissance.

Yes, people the world is changing, and the human race still has hope. Reach, sky is the limit.

Drop it like its HOT

I have become to feel very nervous after my previous post. Nothing to be overly worried about except for the mounting expectations for my 'next episode.' Looking back on it, the reviews were certainly mad!! Absolutely insane, I tell you. One thing being, I was not expecting it to be so hilarious. I guess there is a funny bone that brings out the best in me, even at my own expense. Miss. X has made a lot of ripples, and became a celebrity overnight. There is no looking back now.

Meeting a friend after 3 long years is really a very happy and emotional moment (in a guys emotional way, and no tears). When this chap is the top seeded tennis player back home it adds more weight to the whole thing. The only tennis player from Sri Lanka to play at international tourneys. That's got to count for something in it?? Yea people, eat your heart out!! I know the top dog of Sri Lankan tennis and he's one of my good mates. It was certainly nice to catch up on old times. Meeting him was only possible because he is playing a tourney in KL. It felt like ages, but nothing has changed. I must say the last time I met him my head had more hair than it does now. So, while going to his room he just said "so, the hair is not on you huh??" After the tourney he is back in the homeland, an we are going to go wild. It's going to be just like old times, and we're kicking it our style.

Insomnia is your worst enemy at this point. I have bags under my eyes as a result of sleep deprivation. I look like a freakin zombie, but only funnier due to my never ending supply of rhetorics. There is this slight black veil under my eyes. Yes, a first to my final exam torture in a long time. A few semesters back I had all of my papers one after the other. Just imagine five exams in 5 days. By the time I was through, I had a blot clot in my left eye.

So, for all those reading this I got only one this to say. Drop it like its HOT!!! Anyway you know how to do it is ok with me. You can take this literally or even metaphorically. If you dont know how to do it metaphorically, then dammit drop the frying pan!!! I, of course will stick to the literal version for safety. Now, where's my bloody kettle?!?

An interview with Cupid

It seems like everyone has been made to divulge sensitive info thanks to Miss. Angel. I have no clue as to why I’m doing this, but studying constantly makes me bored at present. This is one of the ways that I find to unwind. Let’s divert from the common format and make it tad bit more exciting. I will do my own version of Miss. Angel’s wedding tag. Before I start, do not that Mr. Cupid (‘C’ henceforth) is the interviewer. This should be fun at my expense. So, here goes.

C: How old are you?

I: Well, 23 years old.

C: Are you single?

I: Dude, you know the answer to that one, right?

C: Yes... yes. Just checking so let me jot it down. There.... you are ‘hopelessly’ single.

I: Why did you say ‘hopelessly?’

C: My boy, you are just not hitting the right notes at the right time. Plus you’re cramping my style too!!! Try to up the ante.

C: What age do you think you will get married?

I: Erm.... is it possible between 28 and 30?? Later than 30 would be a bloody tragedy.

C: well it certainly would be a disaster. Let me see ... I think we could squeeze you in, if you think you can find a lass by then?

I: So, you reckon I can’t??

C: The way you’re going fat chance, buddy boy! And I shit you not. I have to ask my lady friends how to deal with you. It’s bad for my image, you know.

C: Are you into anyone now by any chance?

I: Oh yes!! I think she’s a lovely gal, and I didn’t expect it to happen. It was just a....

(Cupid suddenly interrupts)

C: Oh for God sake man stop whining. It’s my job you’re talking about. It’s what I do best you see. But do tell about the progress??

I: It’s like a river flowing to the sea, or like one way traffic on a busy highway and the signal lights are seriously not functioning.

C: Ahh... that bad eh?!!? I did try to help, but I don’t think my arrows are carrying enough dosage to deliver a potent punch. I should change my cheap Chinese supplier.

I: Are you telling me that you’re shooting blanks? How can you deceive me like this?

C: Heavens no, my chap. It’s just that she has a very strong armour and not to mention an ‘I-don’t-like-relationship’ force-field. She is a tough cookie no doubt!!

C: Any other options on your mind?

I: Not really because this situation is quite a stomach full. Why do you ask? Any ideas swimming inside your head?

C: I got news from the grapevine that Bangi is rocking this time of year. If you get a chance don’t forget Damansara, Ampang, and the many shopping malls ok!! I try to localise my services as much as possible since Mr. Hitch is getting tech-savvy.

C: Now for the wedding details... how’s it going to go down??

I: Oh BITE ME, will you!! I’ll let the woman handle it. That’s fine, isn’t it?

C: Perfect answer, spoken like a true man. I have to ask this question since it’s in the questionnaire you see. I follow ISO 9001 standards and they audit me quite strictly.

I: So, what happens now? Any more questions?

C: that’s it for now laa! I’ve got another appointment to take care of now. Another time perhaps?

I: Wow! Your using the ‘lah’ already. How come maestro and who is your client?

C: The ‘lah’ is because of this new angel chick I started dating from Malaysia. You forget my boy that I’m global in outlook . Madonna has been behind my back after her breakup for therapy, so got to handle that.

Cupid gets ready to go and flaps his wings and then retorts looking back “I really should go for my wing-and-feather treatments more often!!” Then he comes close to me and gives a word of advice “Now cheer up boy, take it like a man. And here.... have a banana. It’s good for instant energy, seriously. Until next time hang in there.”

Ahhhh...... there we are, all done. Now you know the guy perspective. It’s a step by step thing, which is very wobbly, quite unpredictable, and not inclusive of contingency plans. Stay tuned for the next episode.

Answering the call...

Allahumma inni as’aluka fahmal-nabiyyen wa hifthal mursaleen al-muqarrabeen
(O Allah! I ask You for the understanding of the prophets and the memory of the messengers, and those nearest to You)

In the midst of the exam season there is something distracting me. It’s a whisper in my ear. It’s in the form of an illusion, and sometimes a mirage in my imagination. A tease in the way of what lies ahead. My tank of expectations is filled to the brim and I feel it might overflow its banks. Even my mental dam would not be able to hold it for long. I can almost hear the call of Lanka waiting impatiently for my return. The picture, clear in my mind is very inviting and certainly worth looking forward to. Such a lot would have changed, as usual. That would be the most consistent thing that I experience every time. I long to hold the only woman in my life until now and say, ‘I’ve missed you so much.’

I must admit the challenge of focusing or channelling all my energy takes a lot of conscious effort. Every time I sit at my desk my mind skims through all the memories of the motherland. Anticipation is at peak levels and I have had an overdose of it. I’m afraid there is no known cure currently found by the chaps wearing white coats. Having said all this, one cannot just take finals lightly. After finishing one paper, I’m making it a point to fire on all cylinders for the rest of the papers as well. I’ll party once I land at home.

I got news that my mates are planning a trip to the hills. That’s one excuse to get away from home and do things you can’t do on a normal sanity level. My policy would be to do anything whacky and crazy as long as no one gets hurt. But look at it this way, what are good friends for if they don’t let you do stupid things....alone?? Yeah, that’s what it’s all about, no doubt. An outstation getaway, a few nutty mates, no adult supervision (we’re adults aren’t we?? Yeah, as if that’s going to help!!), and raging imagination is just what the doctor ordered to release stress. I believe the name is Dr. Get-your-freak-on. If any of you want a prescription do holler, aight!?! I will make it a point to mention all the freaky things that happen. The premise is NOT everything that happens in a place stays there!!

So, I wish all those insomnia ridden undergrads with zombie-like symptoms ‘good luck’ for finals. Well, as they say, better late than never eh??

Closed closets with open secrets

In my head: ‘With arms wide open’ by Creed.

Getting rid of the pre-exam blues is essential for my psyche. Just thinking of the dreaded challenge ahead makes my head spin like a top. On Thursday (23^rd Oct), it turned out to be a cut loose sessions with a many things coming out of the closet from those who were present at Miss. Nerd’s house.

The narration of the past events will be done in names that give more excitement to the reader. I like it this way by giving everyone nicknames. It’s more enjoyable and a bit anonymous, I hope.

Miss. Angel was good enough to give me a lift to the place along with her hubby, and not to mention Mr. MB (Mama’s Boy). We were the first to arrive and made ourselves comfy while helping ourselves to the snacks. Munching was going to take on the whole new level from then onwards. Miss. Nerd’s little bro took an exceptional liking to Miss. Angel to the extent he climbed on her shoulders. I must say the small chap has immense potential in scaling many things. Miss. Angel was scared out of her wits, but things ended well. This proves Miss. Angel is a hit among children, good on you!!

The lunch was very delicious and I did not hesitate to take seconds from most of the things. But I took many serving of the satay. Who wants to count that anyway?? The guys were left to shame by Miss. Model who marched on to the third serving with ease. This is one chick who knows how to dig in. I must say it was very enjoyable to see a lady not bothered about eating less. Hats off to Miss. Nerd for preparing a luncheon that hit all the right notes. Now where’s my check list?? I have to strike out ‘culinary ability’ on Miss. Nerd’s profile.

Miss. Hyper took most people’s attention by giving captions to many pics taken that day. The most common was she posing as the second wife of Miss. Angel. I’m hardly complaining because I played a part in one of the pics - Miss. Hyper’s jealous ex-boyfriend. I’m quite content with the response from those present, but the best would be Miss. Model. Her ability to mimic many emotions and the art of effortless posing seem too good. On the bright side, women are good at posing anyway. Miss. I-am-Hot and Miss. RF (Roger Federer) imparted a few female perspectives on certain issues which were much helpful. It’s quite sad when a cute guy later turns out to be gay!! They didn’t seem at all happy about the prospects.

All in all, it was great food, bellies full of laughs, hundreds of candid pics, and not to mention the kinky nonsense talk. It was perfect, and to all those who were there “let’s do it again eyy?”

What I learnt out of this:

• Baju Melayu is like Kryptonite to women so it’s no harm flaunting it while it lasts.
• Women know that guys don’t like skinny models, and prefer Sports Illustrated (well, Miss. Model did anyway!!)
• Living up to Miss. Hyper’s standards of posing requirements is certainly tough and not to mention awkward.
• You can admit to any guy things amidst women as long as your girlfriend is not there.
• It’s not only guys who act gay because chicks do it too. (this was mind blowing)
• Apparently, for some reason all the ‘HOT’ women seem to be living in Bangi (yeah..you know who you are??)
  

p.s- If you folks want to see priests singing ‘Ave Maria’ do check this out.