On our behalf

In life, many times, things are done on our behalf. Our parents did most things on our behalf, and probably made important decisions for us through our early years (and sometimes even beyond our early years). That's okay, for parents always have our good outcome in mind. Along the way, elder siblings, the kind aunt or kay-poh uncle and your Mum's best friend neighbor probably weighed in a bit too. That too was probably okay. 

We would think that as we grew up, much fewer things would be done, on our behalf; that we would instead do more on our own, in our own way, to meet our own needs and desires, intentions and outcomes. But it may not be so.

And sometimes, we must think if these "on our behalf" actions is really to our own good. Or is it actually serving another. 

One of the biggest worries of actions done on our behalf is in politics. As a democratic nation, we pick people to represent us to formulate government actions. In the early years of democracy, politicians did represent the people. Their actions was guided by what the people wanted, individually, or at least for the greater good. But today unfortunately this is no longer the case - politicians represent themselves most of the time, their political party some of the time, and you almost none of the time.

They fight, quarrel, sometimes even create riots and fear purportedly in our name. They then govern as they wish because they claim to have been given the mandate to rule. (really? I thought they were given the mandate to represent us. Represent us is quite different from Rule us!) 

So, no more I say. We must at least take back some of our rights. At least, the right to decide. Then definitely the right for due process. The right for justice, fairness and transparency. The right to tell our politicians to bugger off when we want them to. 

We must take back ownership of our schools, our courts, our newspapers, our institutions, our nation. We must take back our minds ability to think for itself, our voices ability to speak for itself, and our hearts ability to love our fellow Malaysian for who they are, varied, different and yet similar. 

And we must never, ever again, ever allow bloody politicians to get away with so much, on our behalf.

#Bersih4.0

The Horror Movie that was July 2015

I think we as Malaysians will remember this month July 2015.

If not for its momentous events, then maybe as the month we as Malaysians lost pride as a people and a nation.

If not for its breaking news, then maybe as the period when we explored how far can we bend our values, and beliefs, before breaking ourselves.

If not for its many unanswered questions, then maybe a month we will remember, for after it, we will never be able to look our children it their eyes and explain without some creeping disbelief and trepidation in our hearts that there is God's value to being good, and decent and kind, and truthful.

At several stages during the month, it was entertaining for a while. A little bit like seeing JR Ewing in Dallas squirm and connive. But it quickly turned into a full-scale horror movie, with blood galore, senseless brutalities with some quite atrocious lines. What was obvious, though politics tries its best to appear clean and acceptable, power itself stinks of the sewers.

And though we hoped, and hoped, that the horror movie would end, and some glimmer of movie-like ending would come eventually, we were left with …. a continuing sequel, and worse, an almost JR-like snigger at the end.

I think the question is this. Do we just bend, until we break ?