I found the following poem written by -Sumitha Muttu.
Being a Pak Ayie Ayie, it applies to me, my wishes, my dreams...
I wish to be rich
So that I don't have to count my coins
To decide on what to eat
I wish to be rich
So that I don't have to work
Till I'm sick and tired
I wish to be rich
So that I could buy what I need
Instead of just dreaming about it
I wish to be rich
So that I could drive
Instead of walking all my life
I wish to be rich
So that I could be busy helping those in need
Rather that sitting here writing a poem like this
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Life's End
LIFE'S END.
1.My beloved brother in law, Henry, died on the 05.10.07, knocked down by a car.I really lose him as a friend. He inspired me in life. He shared with me his dreams. He was excited with every little success I achieve. He encourage me in my undertakings..He is a rare true God believer. On many occasions, when I told him of my problems, he will advise me to pray to God, to leave things to God. And yet he never portrayed himself as a religious man... He is gone!I lost a best friend. (may be the only one, so far)
2.While I was holidaying in my Kampung in December 2008, I received news that another good friend of mine, Mr Najib died in a car crash. He died on the spot together with his girlfriend Kwan, and another friend. In the afternoon, I watched the TV news and there it was, his body was lifted out from the scene of the accident. Horrible but he died a good death, perhaps after enjoying themselves that night.When he was still alive, he used to joke that he might die anytime because of his heart problem. He had undergone a by pass and his heart function on battery operated. He used to joke about his heart.Mr Najib had a colorful personality. He was well known during his heydays. He was sued together with others for eliminating criminals. He had three wives and several children and when he died he was with his Thailand girlfriend.Aside to his personal life, Mr Najib was a very nice friend, always cheering the people around him.I lost another dear friend.
3.In late 2006, my best friend, since I was a bachelor, my housemate for many years, during my wild wild days...Mr Zaki was diagnosed with having cancer. I visited him at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital...and he was thin and frail... my heart was broken.From his hospital bed, he told me that he only needed five more years to see his children growing up...it wrenched my heart to hear him saying that because a medical officer told me that he may not be able to live longer.He managed to live long enough albeit suffering.On the 29.12.2008, he died in the plane on his way to his hometown in Kedah.I lost another dear friend.
And I remember this poem:
Sir,
Life is but an illusion
The reality is death in the end
Sir,
Calm down and take a break
Life is not as we expected
The reality is death in the end
Sir,
There is no hope and expectation
No real tomorrow
The reality is death in the end
Sir,
Our hope and expectation
Our actual tomorrows
Really is death
Which is the end.
1.My beloved brother in law, Henry, died on the 05.10.07, knocked down by a car.I really lose him as a friend. He inspired me in life. He shared with me his dreams. He was excited with every little success I achieve. He encourage me in my undertakings..He is a rare true God believer. On many occasions, when I told him of my problems, he will advise me to pray to God, to leave things to God. And yet he never portrayed himself as a religious man... He is gone!I lost a best friend. (may be the only one, so far)
2.While I was holidaying in my Kampung in December 2008, I received news that another good friend of mine, Mr Najib died in a car crash. He died on the spot together with his girlfriend Kwan, and another friend. In the afternoon, I watched the TV news and there it was, his body was lifted out from the scene of the accident. Horrible but he died a good death, perhaps after enjoying themselves that night.When he was still alive, he used to joke that he might die anytime because of his heart problem. He had undergone a by pass and his heart function on battery operated. He used to joke about his heart.Mr Najib had a colorful personality. He was well known during his heydays. He was sued together with others for eliminating criminals. He had three wives and several children and when he died he was with his Thailand girlfriend.Aside to his personal life, Mr Najib was a very nice friend, always cheering the people around him.I lost another dear friend.
3.In late 2006, my best friend, since I was a bachelor, my housemate for many years, during my wild wild days...Mr Zaki was diagnosed with having cancer. I visited him at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital...and he was thin and frail... my heart was broken.From his hospital bed, he told me that he only needed five more years to see his children growing up...it wrenched my heart to hear him saying that because a medical officer told me that he may not be able to live longer.He managed to live long enough albeit suffering.On the 29.12.2008, he died in the plane on his way to his hometown in Kedah.I lost another dear friend.
And I remember this poem:
Sir,
Life is but an illusion
The reality is death in the end
Sir,
Calm down and take a break
Life is not as we expected
The reality is death in the end
Sir,
There is no hope and expectation
No real tomorrow
The reality is death in the end
Sir,
Our hope and expectation
Our actual tomorrows
Really is death
Which is the end.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Things Do Happen Twice
THINGS DO HAPPENED TWICE
I am always facinated by coincidents. I am always wondering why things happened. There were some incidents that make me wonder why and how they happened. The following true incident is one of them:
On the 09.05.09, we had a Christian Family Fellowship cum dinner celebration. It was held at the Sandakan Yacht Club like the past years. After praise and worship we had buffet dinner. While having dinner, there was a lucky draw event. What facinates me was the fact that there was almost a repeat of what happened in 2007.
I am always facinated by coincidents. I am always wondering why things happened. There were some incidents that make me wonder why and how they happened. The following true incident is one of them:
On the 09.05.09, we had a Christian Family Fellowship cum dinner celebration. It was held at the Sandakan Yacht Club like the past years. After praise and worship we had buffet dinner. While having dinner, there was a lucky draw event. What facinates me was the fact that there was almost a repeat of what happened in 2007.
During the same celebration on the 01.04.2007, we had the same event at the same place. While having dinner, there was also a lucky draw event. One of my staff wanted to go back early and he gave my daughter his tickets for the lucky draw. Then one of the tickets was chosen to be the lucky winner. The prize was a lazy chair. The person who picked the ticket and gave away the prize was Mr Choo.
That night, on the 09.05.2009, a guest of mine gave his ticket to my daughter. Again Mr Choo (now a lawyer) was the one who pick the lucky number. The ticket given to my daughter was chosen to be the lucky winner, again, like the repeat of 2007. The prize was again a lazy chair. The person who gave away the prize was again Mr Choo. (He was the same Mr Choo who picked up the ticket and gave away the prize in 2007). It was at the same place.
I am convinced that the incident was not planned. It just happened. Events do happen twice, though not exactly the same. Why? How?And in this case, it happened in 2007 and again in 2009. In both incidents the tickets were given by friends. And in both incidents the tickets were picked up by Mr Choo. And in both the incidents, the lucky draw prizes were lazy chairs. Both the lazy chairs are still at our home till this day though the one won in 2007 is a little bit old.
My Kampung Friend And I
My Kampung Friend And I
Driving on the way sending my daughter to school, I remember my childhood friend who had difficulties in his study until he dropped out of school. Nevertheless, he is now a happy kampong man with his family living a simple life. Whenever I go back to my kampong, we meet, he will admire me. His old Yamaha motorcycle (may be no road tax), his rags like clothing and his faint sincere smile.. I envy his life. No pride, no show off, nothing, just sincerity.To my friend, I am successful. I thought I am successful. I seemed successful. May be I am successful. That is only a preception.But the difference is that whatever he has is his, mine not. I got high blood pressure and floppy soft muscles. He is a strong healthy, muscular man. No pressure, no high blood, nothing. He is a healthy man. He is really enjoying life.I looked at my daughter sitting on my left in the car. She is like that friend of mine, a slow learner. She is handicapped, suffering from dystonia. At the age of ten, she is still learning, struggling how to spell words.I am consoled somewhat, remembering my friend. He was a school dropout no doubt, but he is living life. A life free from debts and worries. A life of little wants.I whisper to my daughter in my mind, “ life is not about successes or wealth or anything. Life is about living life, a happy life, with or without money, like my friend not like me”.
KAWAN KAMPUNGKU
Kawan kampungku
Permulaan kita sama
Di desa
Kawan kampungku
Aku kini entah di mana
Engkau masih di sana
Di desa
Kawan kampungku
Kucemburui kemiskinanmu
Kau kagumi kekayaanku
Kita dipisahkan ilmu
Kawan kampungku
Kemiskinanmu tidak menyeksamu
Kekayaanku membuat kuterbelenggu
Dunggu
Betul kata mereka
Rupa ada, wang tiada
Tetapi dikatakan kaya
Sebenarnya hanya pada rupa
Kawan kampungku
Kita akan bersama sama semula
Di desa
Semasa di pusara.
Driving on the way sending my daughter to school, I remember my childhood friend who had difficulties in his study until he dropped out of school. Nevertheless, he is now a happy kampong man with his family living a simple life. Whenever I go back to my kampong, we meet, he will admire me. His old Yamaha motorcycle (may be no road tax), his rags like clothing and his faint sincere smile.. I envy his life. No pride, no show off, nothing, just sincerity.To my friend, I am successful. I thought I am successful. I seemed successful. May be I am successful. That is only a preception.But the difference is that whatever he has is his, mine not. I got high blood pressure and floppy soft muscles. He is a strong healthy, muscular man. No pressure, no high blood, nothing. He is a healthy man. He is really enjoying life.I looked at my daughter sitting on my left in the car. She is like that friend of mine, a slow learner. She is handicapped, suffering from dystonia. At the age of ten, she is still learning, struggling how to spell words.I am consoled somewhat, remembering my friend. He was a school dropout no doubt, but he is living life. A life free from debts and worries. A life of little wants.I whisper to my daughter in my mind, “ life is not about successes or wealth or anything. Life is about living life, a happy life, with or without money, like my friend not like me”.
KAWAN KAMPUNGKU
Kawan kampungku
Permulaan kita sama
Di desa
Kawan kampungku
Aku kini entah di mana
Engkau masih di sana
Di desa
Kawan kampungku
Kucemburui kemiskinanmu
Kau kagumi kekayaanku
Kita dipisahkan ilmu
Kawan kampungku
Kemiskinanmu tidak menyeksamu
Kekayaanku membuat kuterbelenggu
Dunggu
Betul kata mereka
Rupa ada, wang tiada
Tetapi dikatakan kaya
Sebenarnya hanya pada rupa
Kawan kampungku
Kita akan bersama sama semula
Di desa
Semasa di pusara.
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