I Rather They Suffer Than We Suffer

“If one keeps on neglecting creativity but works in a context of acceptability as according to that school of thought which nurtures them, then we unconsciously stunt our inner Easternmost expressions by paying homage to Western literal ideas, subconsciously elevating them to iconic towkay status to make them relevant and in turn, reduces our own chance of making our way to the top.
Schools of music till today still stresses on Brahm and Bach. Schools of writing still pays homage to Shakespeare and Wilde, not Tagore or Han Suyin. Schools of visual art history conveniently branded us as offshoots of abstract expressionism. We have been suppressed if not, being denied our own identity. And until we assert a language of our own, we can’t flourish as unique individuals. Our arts and literal history should thus be rewritten and pushed further back to the time where our ancestors began it all. Maybe back to the aborigines. They are unique individuals that did not arise feeding from Western classicals as we have always been, and that’s the reason we are conveniently placed into neat identifiable parcels ready for the slaughterhouse or be labeled as ‘aliens’.
Western ideas propound that without education one will fail. I beg to differ. My very own forefather, the uneducated rich, has proven them wrong. The Westerners also has an uncanny habit to device all sorts of courses and tailored them to suit their own ideals while we in turn, enrolled ourselves into their classes to earn a degree studying about our own culture, tradition and way of life. Seriously??? The profoundness of a language is also not important as our forefathers again has proven. Living with different ethnicities, we never have trouble understanding each other and getting our messages across despite the littlest we knew about someone else’s language.
If I may stress further, Eastern writings, performances, and visual expressionism should not be assessed by comparing them to Western standards and principles or being lumped into pattern moulds set for us, otherwise we’d forever be regarded as an off track or an off shoot of the Western system. Orientalism too, has no place in today’s contemporary society. To get rid of being stereotyped, we should all rise to the occasion and be ourselves. We should write as how we write according to how our natural senses evoke us, and be as distinct as how our ancestors are, swaying to their own wayang, and painting with the scurried soul of an Easterner. Our works should overwhelm them with just that tinge of ourselves and we should all live as how we are, being accorded a rightful place on the map of the world. What I just lamented may sound discomforting to the Westerners but I rather they suffer than we suffer, the earful .”

My Writing Style

“I don’t write to please anybody but myself. If and when I write, my choice of words are mine. That’s what makes it distinct from others. That’s called style. My writing style. Not yours. Not others. Every writer has their own style of writing. If you find that hard to chew, you are probably never a writer. Thus, if you don’t like my style of writing , I am not compelling you to read what I write. If I publish a book, don’t buy my book. Because you need to possess an expanded brain up to that level of consciousness to understand why a writer writes the way they write. My choice of words are sacred to me. It probably doesn’t mean anything to you. So be it. A good artist would have told you the same thing if you try to change his style.”

Do I look like a Baker?

*Wife*= Honey, can you please help me clean the garden?

*Husband*=Do i look like a gardener?

*Wife*=Sorry Honey, OK then fix the bathroom door.

*Husband*=Do i look like a carpenter?

The husband then walks out.

After coming back from where he went, he found the garden cleaned and the door fixed.

*Husband*=I knew you can do this all by yourself.

*Wife*= It’s not me!

*Husband*= Who then?

*Wife*= Our neighbour.

*Husband*= How much did you pay him?

*Wife*= No money, he just gave me two options, bread or sex.

*Husband*= Hope you gave him bread.

*Wife*= Do i look like baker?

(Author Unknown)

Jean Paul

Two Pakistanis…

Zardari and Nawaz Sharif moved to Paris where they made friends with a French guy named Jean Paul.

They used to go all over Paris with him when suddenly one day…

Jean Paul disappeared.

The two went to the police and lodged a complaint.

The police asked them if they could give some vital clues about Jean Paul that would help find him.

Zardari says…

“Jean-Paul was handsome and tall ”

Police say…

“Most Frenchmen are like that. Give us something specific ”

Nawaz Sharif says…

“Jean Paul had blue eyes and was very fair ”

Police say…

“C’mon guys, lots of Frenchmen have blue eyes and fair hair, tell us something specific ”

Zardari and Nawaz Sharif…

“Oh yes…now we remember. Jean Paul had two holes in his ass ”

The Policemen get really interested.

“Now that’s something very specific, but tell us, how do you know this?

Have you guys seen it ?”

Zardari and Nawaz Sharif…

“No we haven’t actually seen the holes, but wherever we went with Jean Paul, everyone used to say…

“Here comes Jean Paul with the two assholes ”

(Author Unknown)

Stop Policing Others

Malaysians are too rich. It’s only people who does not need to worry about their pocket could they find time to play God or be God’s gatekeeper. Complaining about the dirt in other people’s backyard does not absolve you from your own. Look inward. There you will find a lot of filth staining your own morality. Clean them up since you are too free. Stop policing others….