Afool

Drum rolls,

Stomach growls,

The mouth crows,

Their eyes scowl,

The owl prowls,

The tiger growls,

The idiot gloats,

The goats in coats


The blood clots,

Populace revolt,

They stand against the stout,

Making their parents proud,

Who but the leaders are corrupt?

They send out their boy scouts,

The men then brawl,

Reduced into a sprawl,

But I just got out of parole,

A mere troll,

Going on a stroll


He fails the world,

Whose soul is hurt?

Condemned,

Left to bruise,

Now my dear..

Thrown into the gutter,

Induced to horror,

Lost in his endeavor,

He starts a new adventure,

With no successor


The world made him surer,

Of the earth,

Its inhabitants as oppressors,

They smile,

But inside they’re occupiers,

Akin to golfers,

Their hearts gone forever,

These evil moderators


Despots and conquerors,

Subtle operators,

So-called, best of plotters,

Awaiting you conquerors,

A universe of dire,

Lengthened in years,

Hope and prayers,

Of the poor and meager


A day will come,

When you’ll..

Reign in fear,

Reduced into tears

Unfortunate is this,

This is but,

Unrealistic statistics,

A wishful visionary,

Of a fool, a dreamer

Music...

It has been more than a few months since I started with this piece. It appeared more burdensome than I anticipated; my senses were contradicting among themselves and it gave way to a lengthy procrastination period. Fortunately it didn’t end up being abandoned.

I couldn’t just let it go unfinished especially when I have told many that I would come up with a thorough study on the topic.

Having said that I would like to apologize in advance…due to the difficult predicament that my senses went through; I would say my work here has not only lost its focus but has ventured into various other subjects that was most probably led by the churning emotions/mood at the time. I would also like to say that after observing my end result, I would say that the outcome of my study wasn’t as thorough as I imagined when I spoke of it.

To be more honest, the self was too caught up in an ocean of uneasiness, self-reflection and to put into lesser words, self-absorbedness.

My teacher had lent me a book entitled; ‘Slippery Stone’ written by Khalid Baig (the book is highly recommend for people who would like to learn/know more about the Islamic perspective on this particular issue). I however, in my haste and hurried excitement proceeded to spontaneously mutter some words I wish I didn’t have; my loud mouth had pronounced that it would go about and write a piece regarding the topic in its own perspective, outlook and words. Therefore do pay heed; whatever produced by me should not be swallowed without proper scrutinizing.

Back to the book, this well researched book specifically speaks about the prohibition of music in Islam. Throughout the book, the author quotes the Holy Quran, the Hadiths of the Prophet, the sahabahs, the Ulamas and scholars. In a nutshell it is a book written to tell Muslims around the world that listening to music leads to prohibition/ haram.

I here am only speculating; that by now, your head is already forming/conjuring up opinions, or even statements that are most likely in disagreement. I hope the reader would be cool headed and not make his/her personal regard or opinion too hastily; seeing that I too am lacking in that department either that or in faith, sadly.

More importantly, I would also like to make it clear that if there were one person I wish to convince and instill understanding on this work of mine, it would be me. As for it being posted here it would merely be in the interest of sharing.

Moving on to… more about myself and the struggle that originated in my mind—Though unnecessary I would like to lengthen my writing by explaining the trouble I faced in completing this writing; firstly, though devoid of clarification, I am no authoritarian. Though since this is supposed to act as a reminder to myself, I thought, it was still ok. Secondly I still listen to music, though I continue to persist from listening to songs, I do fail. Lastly, I am afraid what I write might cause more bad than good. Again, I can be sure that I was and still am wasting precious time in being too self centered. Tonight I continue albeit carrying a hefty weight of imaginary responsibility and questionable thoughts protruding even to the very edge of my fingers.


“The reality! What is the reality and what will make you know what the reality is!?”

Surah al-Haqqah

Here goes:

I began by asking random people what they thought and what they thought…led to me pondering about something else. What they thought were filled with the emphasization of the letter, “I”. Every single word uttered reflected to the constant empowerment to this, “I”. The respect and the multitude of highest regard they presented themselves made me look at myself and think, ‘I might not be different from them.’ They do not even adhere to anyone, well unless others are in agreement with them. The only thoughts and opinions that matters is the letter, “I” because this “I” apparently knows best.

A man who I sat with in a gathering said:

‘This is what we see, so corrupted a nation, in a wrecked age where humanity flourishes in atrocities, the doing of good and the stringent instructions of obeying and abiding to religion are now seen as wrong, not just wrong but vehemently incorrect! Mainly because it is perceived by the west as going against the norm and if you’re not like them, then you’re seen as a transgressor or even labeled as a terrorist. So the obedient masses who adorn themselves with ignorance, meekly follow the masses and obey what is not supposed to be adhered—rather than following what they were initially ordained to. We are talking about fellow Muslims here, judging other Muslims.’

On another note…

The individuals, how they go on with their speeches and quotes; using religion when it is convenient, quoting when it is justifies their feelings and actions. All quiet they remain when self-reflection comes in to place (if it ever does). Apparently in today’s world one ceases to look at one’s own sinning, he prefers to look at the wrong doing of others; obviously it is more convenient and easier to notice and point out. Of course it would be strange if I didn’t include myself in that circle. What are we if not hypocrites?

On a different note,

Here are some thoughts/ideas, back when Islam was reigning in the heart of the Muslims, any act of inviting sin or distraction were considered wrong ergo abstained from. A distraction that might lead to the astray of the soul was not permitted to come close. This before sentence also implies that Islam was instilled in their very being and thought and conduct of the ummah. Neither distractions nor doubtful things were entertained. That was the level of the Muslims during those days. Muslims who understood what submission of the will meant.

In today’s world, what is music compared to cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, promiscuity, bribes, riba.. etc? In comparison, music seems like a tiny speckle of dirt on a white shirt covered by mud. What was banished before is now considered almost harmless and relevant.

The people today are unfortunately blessed with the thinking of the west. Everyone likens success to what success is to the west. Although when observed, these people who has reached and grasped ‘success’ never appear happy or at ease; But of course you would construe me wrong, possibly because I do not agree with the perception of what success means akin to the west.

People today mistake academic qualification to intelligence. Think about it, why do individuals pursue higher education? One, they’re under the impression that once he possesses certain certificates, he would obtain his dream job but more importantly accumulate money that would finance houses, cars, and other luxury items. These means of security will then bring about dreams. How is that not great, you ask? I do agree it does sound great.

Secondly, one is recognized and respected by individuals and the air he breathes and the trees he walks by and the skies above and the land beneath. That’s how he sees it. That is how the society perceives it. That is how shallow the community is. This then gives the individual a boost in confidence and a delusional acceptance of the self that he has made it in life.

This has a reminded me of a saying, "I realized a long time ago that dreams have power only on your own mind; but with money you can have power over the minds of others". This is a sad fact in present world we live in.

Where did we go wrong, you ask? Starting from our primary intentions, goals and objectives, that’s where we went wrong. Who are we worshipping and pleasing, Apart from ourselves? We live in an age where people idolate themselves, amidst people who make gods of themselves.

Having said that, these successful characters are in abundance where I live, they are the type who demand respect from others, these are the kings and queens of the material world who gets easily annoyed and takes others as hindrance. For they’re smart and well equipped with self-ordained wisdom. They march with their nose pointing towards the skies; constantly wanting, competing and judging…with a price happiness is bought and purchased and paid for—albeit they never seem to last long. Hence they keep earning and financing for the next object that might deliver happiness.

The Muslims today are no different to non-Muslims.

We were all spoon-fed with this depiction of success and happiness through the storybooks read to us while we were still young. One that has proven to have a very strong impact and has somewhat programmed the mind. Everybody wants to be kings and queens; everyone shudders at the thought of being a lowly peasant. At a very gullible age every child is thought how to stereotype and judge people. An image of what is respected and successful then becomes enjoined and built within the mind. It also brings about an attempt to make realize ‘Ever after happiness’ in this temporary world.

This brainwashing program continues as one grows up watching the shows/ series and movies played on the television—Constantly sending indirect messages to the subconscious on changing, molding and cultivating the masses train of thought.



Tajuk kecil.

The worst kind of people are the people who without any consideration nor prove except for their vastness in arrogance and ignorance who not only conveniently disagree and refutes the ulamas. They too are equipped with the despicable ability to mock the scholars who spent their lifetime learning and teaching.

Another person at a different gathering I was in, said:

After giving some thought. Almost all Muslims living in here have never reached a state of total remembrance nor obedience and are constantly in a state of deceit and distraction.’

He continued:

‘Today when a muslim who follows or wishes to follow the footsteps or the sunnah of the prophet is considered, ‘sesat’ or more conveniently labeled as an extremist. A muslim who follows the Shariah and commandments are looked on as Islamic fundamentalist/ islamist, terrorist. These are labels mostly used by the media and the people of the west. Funnily enough, the Muslims here swallow it up and join them in their beliefs and judge fellow Muslims.’

What is Islam? Islam = submission to Allah

Submit to Allah even if it’s against your own will/desire. You give up what you want/desire for the sake of Allah S.W.T.

Today we want to follow religion according to our understanding and convenience and to our spare time.

We do no custom Islam to serve. We change ourselves/ characters to fit Islam. This is Islam, submission of will.

This is however our test, the world in itself is a test and we are all busy with our own version and weight of trials.

“A muslim’s moral compass does not swerve with the flurry of each new trend. He is resolute: his action determined by what is right and wrong, not what makes it easier to get along. He lures in a different world, seeking the pleasure and fearing the wrath of the creator, not the creations.”

Here are a few selected opinions by some academically intelligent people whom I’ve known on the matter. The normal man at least everyone I asked believes that music is or should be permitted

Ashraf: God is not autocratic he gives choices.

Julin: I agree that when I am in clubs songs makes me want to drink and dance. Still I don’t think it’s solely the fault of music.

Lahb: If you’re saying the sahabas do not permit music, then I disagree with them.

Halm: After hearing what you said…in that case, if music and art is so pervasive why aren’t there any ayat mentioning them in the holy book?

Nur only said two powerful words when asked about the prohibition on music: ‘Old fashioned’.

Jun: Music is good; it’s better than doing drugs. People today drink, smoke, and dance and do other bad things. What is music compared to them?

Fird said: You should look into Historical facts and you’re quoting weak hadiths. Music is permitted. To say and consider that the guitar an instrument would make people forget God. And to simply say it’s forbidden on that criterion in itself is absurd. People can forget God by many things. I don’t see why or how listening to music is haram, it’s basically listening to people talking.

Below are excerpts taken from various places and from various scholars. There are also Quranic verses and hadiths. I hope it would be beneficial and informative to the reader.

“Menurut Prof Lamya’ alfaruqui hukum hudud Islam jika seseorang didapati mencuri alat muzik ini berbedza-bedza mengikut madzhab. Misalnya menurut Syaikh Ibn Abu Zaid al Qairawan, Bakhurah alSa’ad menjelaskan pencuri alat muzik tidak boleh dipotong tangannya. Imam Syafi’iy dalam al Umm menjelaskan seseorang yang didapati bersalah memecahkan peralatan muzik tidak boleh dihukum. Manakala menurut sebahagian ulamak sesiapa yang memecahkan seruling atau sebarang alat muzik, ia layak dkenakan hukuman kerana menjual peralatan muzik itu sah di sisi undang-undang Islam.
Kesimpulan dan tarjih:

1. Menurut Fatwa Syaltut, muzik adalah harus selagi bukan untuk tujuan melalaikan dan maksiat

2. Hukum muzik, pemuzik dan peralatan muzik akan sentiasa berubah mengikut keadaan umat dan ulamak semasa.”


There is also the response of Ibn al-Jazwi who is amazed by the power of music in making task lighter.

Though on another note Ibn al- Jazwi says, ‘you should know listening to songs entails two things. First distracts the heart from pondering the greatness of Allah, second it inclines the heart for seeking quick pleasure.’

On poetry according to Al-Mawardi

It is desirable if it admonishes against indulgence in this world or attracts one to the hereafter or encourages noble qualities; it is permissible if it is free from any indecensies and lies; it is forbidden when it’s tainted with lies or indecencies.

Qasm ibn Ahman who was one of the seven jurist of Madinah, when asked about ghina, he answered, “I disapprove of it.” “Is it prohibited?” the person insisted. He replied, “When Allah separates truth from falsehood, where do you think he will place ghina?”

The great Umar Ibn Abd al-Aziz known as the second Umar also earned the title as the fifth rightly guided khalifah of Islam in a letter to his son’s teacher wrote:

‘The first thing that your instructions should instill in their hearts is the hatred of musical instruments; the beginning is from shaytan and their end is the anger of Al-Rahman. For it has come to me from reliable scholars that attending to instruments and listening to songs and fondness for them breed hypocrisy in the heart like water grows grass.’

A prolific hadith:

Halal is clear and haram is clear and in between them are doubtful things. Most of the people have no knowledge about them. So whoever saves himself from these suspicious things saves his religion and his honor. And whoever indulges in these suspicious things is like a Shepard who grazes his animals near the private pasture of someone else: at any moment he is liable to step in it. Beware! Every king has a private pasture and the private pasture of Allah on earth is the things he has declared forbidden.

Shaykh Ali-al Tantawi (1420 / 1999) said:

There is no doubt in (their present) form these (music and singing) are mostly prohibited because they accompany prohibited things lead to other prohibited things, distract from obligating and waste money.

Abdullah ibn Mubarak (d 181/797) a revered scholar. Before he was known for his obedience to Allah was nothing but a spoiled character. But one day he heard a voice reciting the holy Quran:

Has the time not come for those who have believed that their hearts should become humbly submissive at the remembrance of Allah and what has come down of the truth? And let them not be like those who were given the Scripture before, and a long period passed over them, so their hearts hardened; and many of them are defiantly disobedient

Al- Hadid 57:16

The verses had such an impact on him that he cried out, ‘Yes my lord, it is time.’ He broke his ud (instrument) and started a new journey of faith, one that manifested him as one of the most respected name in Islamic history.

Is it time for us?

A Fatwa by Mufti Taqi Usmani on the conditions of listening to songs:

- The content being sung consist of wholesome and virtuous subject matter and is free of apostasy, polytheism and incitement to sin.

- No musical instruments or prohibited musical tunes are used. The singer does not follow the rule of music. He only provides the simple recital with a good voice

- In gatherings there are no mixing of men and women.

- The purpose is not mere entertainment and killing time.

- It does not lead to distractions from discharge of ones religious obligation.

“Say, He is the one who has originated you, and made for you ears, eyes and hearts. How little do you pay gratitude?

Al Mulk 67: 23)

The founder of the suhrawardiyyah order of shyaikh Shihab al-Din al-Suhrawardi (d.632/1234) declared it a gateway for seduction:

“We have already discussed the case where sama is permissible and appropriate for the truth seekers. However it has become a gateway of seduction (fitnah) and has lost its safe guards. People who spiritual deeds have diminished and states have corrupted and turned to it and compose majority of the sama gathering…this way time is wasted, interest in worship decreases and in such gathering increases where one seeks the fulfillment of lust and desire for entertainment. It is no secret that such gatherings are inadmissible according to true Sufis.”

Know that the life of this world is only play and amusement, pomp and mutual boasting among you, and rivalry in respect of wealth and children, as the likeness of vegetation after rain, thereof the growth is pleasing to the tiller; afterwards it dries up and you see it turning yellow; then it becomes straw. But in the Hereafter (there is) a severe torment (for the disbelievers, evil-doers), and (there is) Forgiveness from Allah and (His) Good Pleasure (for the believers, good-doers), whereas the life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment.

Al- Hadid 57:20

We have reached the last paragraph of my work, I hope the examples, and quotes given above were helpful. I also hope that in the future I would have better understanding and self-control. Lastly, have you ever stood on a slippery stone? If you have then you would know what the term implies. May you and I be rightly guided in the path of truth and righteousness.

The Greatist

I knew I had to post this up. This is just too entertaining and amazing and witty and ingenious. You know, not anyone can come up with something as great as this regardless of him being boastful. Taken from wikiquote, quoted…obviously by the greatest boxer everr.


Last night I had a dream, When I got to Africa,I had one hell of a rumble.
I had to beat Tarzan’s behind first,
For claiming to be King of the Jungle.
For this fight, I’ve wrestled with alligators,
I’ve tussled with a whale.
I done handcuffed lightning
And throw thunder in jail.
You know I’m bad.
just last week, I murdered a rock,
Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick.
I’m so mean, I make medicine sick.
I’m so fast, man,
I can run through a hurricane and don't get wet.
When George Foreman meets me,
He’ll pay his debt.
I can drown the drink of water, and kill a dead tree.
Wait till you see Muhammad Ali.

Absorbednya

I have been consumed, a little too consumed. It is well worth it though. This will continue at least till next week and then hopefully I won’t be leading this exhausting/ hectic lifestyle. I like being occupied but this time around; it is a little overwhelming. You probably are thinking, ‘what can this self-absorbed ass be so consumed with’? I would say but then I don’t feel like talking about it right now. It’s also good that I still contradict myself.

Ramadhan is beckoning, I have a resolution, I’d like to be more of a muslim than a malay this coming ramadhan. We’ll see how it goes.

One might assume after observing my interest and thirst of knowledge, faith and religion related matters would make me a more pleasant and a sweeter person? I would like to say it does Ha-Ha. In reality I still dislike you and others…wait, Let me rephrase that; in the present I am more self conscious, in a good way—as in I tend to see more of my weaknesses and failures than looking at other people’s. That’s good right?

Apart from that…well I am still refraining and fighting myself from insulting people and insinuating/emitting dislike or other rowdy thoughts. You must be like, ‘Who does he think he is’?

I found a solution though, I stay away from people I dislike and I try not to get to know others. It is when I get to know someone, I start to judge them, disrespect them and insult them inwardly. Don’t worry I do the same with myself. You must still be thinking with more aghast this time, ‘Who does he think he is’?!

I have work to do but I had this urge, this feeling to update my blog. Yeay! To adhering to feelings and emotions. Yes, to me bowing and having feelings and emotions have their way are at times bad…especially if it has to do with misguiding one’s focus and wasting one’s time.

My boss is coming in…and so I will commence with work and pretend to be a diligent worker who loves his routine.

Friction2

These tests,

I detest,

The more I protest,

The more it manifests,

It causes stress,

In a state of distress,

No! This time none will be depressed,

Priority for the self must digress.

Friction1

The child,

He says,

I hate being alone

The man after sometime,

Confides:

I despise being on my own,

He continues,

All that is left are nightmares.

Eating the soul,

Haunting my whole,

So I find refuge,

In escaping my soul,

Try to avoid from my own,

Sometimes its ice cream

Sometimes it’s a good movie

But on my own,

Demons whispers in a delightful tone,

Darkness, guilt,

Distrust and enmity,

Above all,

All are;

Afflictions caused by reflection.

TV

I got this magazine from my teacher who got it from his teacher who publishes this particular magazine every few months once. Towards the end, I found this article and was amused and impressed. Yes, irrelevant and unnecessary details. So I read this story and I was reminded of my mum who is almost always transfixed to the TV. Damn those drama series! Anyways, this is a good one:

A teacher from Primary school asks her students to write an essay about what they would like their creator to do for them…

At the end of the day while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional. Her husband, that had just walked in saw her crying and asked her: - What happened? She answered – Read this. It’s one of my students’ essays. It went;

‘Oh creator, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into a television. I want to take its place. Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place and have my family around me – To be taken seriously when I talk. I want to be the center of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives when it is not working. Have the company of my dad when he arrives from work, even when he is tired. And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me. And I want my brothers to fight to be with me. I want to feel that the family just leaves everything aside every now and then, just to spend some time with me. And last but not least make it that I can make them all happy and entertain them. Lord I don’t ask you for much. I just want to live like every TV.

At that moment the husband said: ‘poor kid. What horrible parents!’ She looked up at him and said: ‘That essay is our son’s!!!’

Like a Thermos

The phrase/quote I heard had an immense impact and it made so much sense to me that I wrote a poem as an introduction before I proceed to write the actual quote. You know to place importance…I am stating the obvious, sorry about that…but like most things, I hope to not forget this and hope to have this always engraved in my mind/heart…though knowing me, I kinda doubt myself. Have a good read.


The heart

Like the sun it rises and sinks

Like a flower,

It blooms and it sleeps,

My heart,

Has many faces,

My heart,

It amazes me,

My heart,

Travels places,

Journeys into spaces,

Changes into phases,

Shifting colors,

Influencing others,

Integrating ideals,

Confusing signs and logic,

Often ends up lost in static,

Not ecstatic.


The heart,

Known for stirring aghast,

For abhorring bad thoughts,

Creating imaginary tricks and crafts,

So often agitated,

Self absorbed and misguided,

Empty yet ridden by self-importance,

Dark and suffocating,

Drowning in worldly strings,

In need of a spark even a lightning,

For truth to transpire,

It then inspires,

Thirst that can be quenched by a blessed teacher.


The heart, it contemplates; learns to disregard others, for others are neither the ones to please nor the one who appeases, and then his master inquired, and then came a long silence, his master then as often emit golden moments, he mutters gold woven words:


“What is wealth?

Wealth is the wealth of the heart.”

'Signal', Before Changing Lanes

The world today resembles hell in many ways as far as suffering, meaningless and emptiness is concerned (No, I have no idea what heaven or hell feels, looks etc, it's just assumed fashionable to use a strong enough expression in emphasizing the matter one is about to write about).

Today, values, ethical conducts, respect and selflessness in people are a strange/peculiar conduct. The world rather boastfully is filled with corrupt rulers and people, masses who spend their life acquiring material wealth..it is inhabited by people who crave for acceptance and recognition from the very people who yearn for acceptance and recognition from other people. How is that for a sick/sad joke?

This way of practising life in reality is a sign of extreme destitute. However, it still remains an opinion of mine, hence, rest-assured you’re not weighed down with the burden of agreeing with me.

Lately, I am sure many of you or most of you have…well let me rephrase; Lately, I have been witnessing many accidents whilst being on the road. Accidents that involves motorcyclists that is; Not that there are no accidents between other road users, I guess what I am trying to say is that when it comes to accidents, a motorcyclist faces a higher risk in getting hurt.

Initially I wanted to make this as straight forward and an immaculate piece where one can immediately grasp what I am trying to convey. However, I am starting to realize that what I intent might not transpire.

Back to the topic, having witnessed these freak accidents throughout the years is starting to make me feeling unsafe and daunted whenever I am on the road. I know that accidents in Malaysia is an everyday thing to the extent that one might even start cursing because of the jamm it causes instead of sympathizing and feeling grateful for not being the one involved in the tragedy.

I’ve seen bodies covered by black plastic bags worse still, newspapers and time and time again having to see people lying unconsciously on the road. It is safe to say that it turn my insides into a chaotic conundrum and the inside of my head into a wreck that eventually turns into fear which then involuntarily blossoms into an unpleasant feeling of paranoia.

Again, my purpose of writing this time was originally to appeal and plea to motorists in general to be more aware and concerned towards motorcyclist. It does not matter if that person is a ‘rempit’ or a dark skinned person or a poor person or a rowdy or someone who reminds you of an uneducated person. The reality is, no one wins. Being slightly less self-oriented and more aware might save a lot of trouble.

I would once again like to state the point I am trying to make—which is for drivers to be more alert and a little more concerned for motorcyclists. Yes, I know people as a whole are concerned citizens and are always looking out for others….

you didn’t believe that did you?! If you did then you must be…. give me a break please—on another note, if you are thinking, ‘I am not that bad, I am not like others, I am actually pretty nice’, You owe it to yourself another thought. People who think that way are almost always never how they fantasize themselves as.

Today people live their lives according to the American way of life. It doesn't matter how the journey is, it does not matter who you had to betray, who’s family you had to wreck, as long as at the end of the day, you become a successful person…the rest are of no concern; because at the end of the day, you've made it.

Yet again, I knew I had to write about this—when I witnessed an unfortunate accident a few days ago. This happened just a few feet from a traffic light situated somewhere I frequent quite often. The victim was lying unconscious under his motorbike…his helmet was nowhere to be found and his face was flat on the ground with blood spatter on the road. The way his face was planted to the ground, it appeared as if he had lost his nose and probably the rest of his face. I looked around and saw a crowd starting to gather. The car driver who probably got into a crash with the motorcyclist walked out with a blank expression on his face. I shifted my eyes back on the road ahead of me.

Being the wuss that I am, I continued on with my journey. I honestly couldn't face the sight. I continued with the rest of my journey while having the victim’s image stuck in my head constantly reminding me that how many motorcyclists like him have there been and how many more are there going to be in the future and that I too could soon end up like that man.

Drivers in general have this shallow prejudice about themselves being more intelligent than the general motorcyclist; on the sole thought of just driving a car whereas a motorcyclist..is, well, a motorcyclist…therefore it could only mean that a car driver is more successful and a more elevated human being in comparison to a motorcyclist.

It’s actually okay, go ahead and think that you’re smarter…but please act smarter too. You might even save a life or two in the process. The world is filled with selfish, self-absorbed people whose importances are slanted only towards their own individuality.

Wake up people! We are all living too, you’re not the only person living in this world and everything else is not a mirage or the product of your mind. Sure you might in your deep yet delusion-ed love of self think so, but that clearly is not how it is. We are all living together, co-existing, susbsisting with each other.

Yes a motorcyclist tends to be more rowdy. The society looks down on him, drivers do not regard them as fellow road users, and chances are they might not be as enlightened in reference to having parents who could afford for a better education that would soon create self absorbed snobs like you and me. However, with the single notion/thought of what would happen to a motorcyclist even if a car slightly grazes him? Surely you are not that dense?

Yes I am being bitter and maybe even hateful but how can I not be angry after seeing with my own eyes time and time again a different motorcyclist lying unconsciously on the rough tar laden road, untouched but looked on by every single passerby which then gradually creates a massive traffic jamm because passerby’s have to have a look, shake their heads and drift off.

Finally, do disregard any hurtful remarks. They were not intended to hurt any individual personally. The main point of the creation of this writing is so that people will open their hearts to fellow road users especially motorcyclists. Not for any superfluous reasons, but because it’s the right thing to do. The world and its leaders and most of its occupants have devoted their lives into lies, worse still self-deceiving lies. Let us not follow suit, let us bring back respect and basic ethics and more importantly selflessness that not only seem endangered but risk extinction.

Let’s slowly change before our hearts are closed to changes and in conducting sincere acts, which in return might indirectly grant us the happiness we long for.

Having said all that, let us stop, 'turning a cheek' or should I say turning a blind eye? Mockeries aside, let us begin with signaling before changing lanes. That in itself could make a huge difference and even save lives. Thank you.

For they questioned yet they still sleep,

Too busy engineering fates,

Found nothing in endeavors,

Lest misery in what they gathered,

They gasped and silenced,

Disappointed in a mute moment,

They tried to get rid of the problem,

No peace, not even ease,

So they complained and asked heed,

The man then said,

Spend a little time,

No more effort in iniquity,

More effort in piety,

And then witness,

The fruits of your seed,

Time and effort must be seized,

In order to find so called ease,

Humble yourself and sacrifice,

Find a guide,

Pray he shows you what you seek,

One must be opened to decrees,

One day we will supersede,

When our pasts lies in defeat.



It occurred to me that this pic looks super fierce hence cool...hmm I am pretty confident that many will not share the same sentiment haha. Btw though I look like an awesome warrior haha; we actually went to a hutan in Hulu Langat to check the place out, it turned out to be an enjoyable trip...and some unnecessary information, the parang was as blunt as I am :P





Circumstances

The world is funny and so am I for pushing myself to write when I have nothing in particular I’d want to write about. Once again there is some problem with the network and I am unable to resume with my mundane albeit rushed, daily routine (work). Needless to say I need to find something to occupy myself with.

There was this respected old man who greeted me without bias. He had a sweet smile and the tone of his voice esteemed. I sincerely said to him, ‘I hope to learn from you’, as he was about to give a speech momentarily. He then said gently, ‘No, we learn from each other, I learn from you and you learn from me. ’ I nodded in agreement although hesitant at first, but I dared not to disagree with this man. If only the old man knew the vast differences in our levels (I am pretty sure he did too). The old man was the teacher of my teacher.

My teacher always said, don’t care about what others think, don’t even care about what you think, for you are merely a servant, subservient is what you should be. It is when you put self importance in yourself, you start speculating and busying your mind with unnecessary things.

These people they often put on clothes that appear ripe with age. They do not adorn themselves with expensive perfumes nor accessories. Though what they adorn themselves with are knowledge, their traits and qualities that neither kings nor scholars possess.

There was another old man, who regretfully expressed on how he once again succumbed to losing his temper, again. It was not my place to give advice to someone old enough to be my father or grandfather. Though I would probably tell him this in the near future, ‘we see it as a solution and that is the main problem. It is not the solution, even worse it brings about more problems.’ It might not stop him from losing his temper but he would probably agree with my remark. Of course that was the short version. You might start to realize that, this does not make sense, bear in mind I am not really trying to make sense but merely kill time.

There were then these kids, their faces always seem lit and though they speak their mind without having the slightest thought of what they say might hurt someone, their voices filled with innocence and their harsh comments were as true as the eyes can see. Different than the rest, these kids are already on the crest. With the kids around, one seems to forget the harsh world and the shallow rules society has cursed itself with.

Life, it suddenly seems like it’s on turbo. Seriously, time seriously flies. Maybe because I am always busy and I always have something that I ought to do, that or something people think I ought to do. I guess that’s good too, if you’re intention is to never get bored.

Back to the kids, we have a football match against the kids this weekend. It should be interesting and as usual losing, especially this game, is never an option.

Don’t believe everything I write, I am really bored hence I am shifting between reality and fantasy. I suppose I like it that way. That way, I still get to be mysterious and not so easily read haha.

Imagine living in a house, where as you slid the curtain and glance outside, you look at convenient stores, rows of shops and a wide range of people from every generation and from almost every ethnicity; though one doesn’t get the homely vibe, still it’s pretty interesting and of course convenient.

‘People’, I think if it is some kind of accomplishment. I care less for them and the way they think. Now that I myself am a full-fledged adult, I come to the realization that, one does not get more mature not knowledgeable as he grows, though this may appear somewhat contradictory and somewhat self absorbed. I guess I am saying now that I am an adult; I am both growing in maturity and in knowledge. On the other hand, I noticed that other adults stop growing and they’re stuck with what they know and they’re still chasing what their intelligence portray as success and happiness. Anyways what I really wanted to say is that I am grateful and lucky and I hope I will always keep on studying and pray to have the penchant to constantly focus on gaining more knowledge and strengthening my faith. Notice how I repeated myself? That is me emphasizing on the importance of what I was rambling about.

I just felt like sharing this information with you, right where I started this paragraph, there was another one. I deleted it after completing the paragraph. I didn’t feel like sharing that piece of information with you. Instead I am sharing this with you.

This is bad; hence I am going to have to write more stuff that I shouldn’t write down. Maybe I should write a poem, let us try….well I just did and it was bad. Let me think of the essence and the necessaries of the poem I’d like to write about first.

Here goes:

My-my at first he thought is this guy for real?

They said, he accomplished the greatest of things,

But here he is, smiling and offering his hand,

I expected self importance and condescension,

Meeker than me who hath nothing,

It’s a sign,

How often do we see people of this kind?

Inside he knew, this man is one of a kind,

Soon he portrayed his proficiency,

Soon he became a disciple of him,

In conducting life and in discipline,

Life appeared more at peace,

For years he looked, searching for this being,

Finally, ‘I have caught the dream!’,

Though this is merely,

The beginning of a new crossing.

Some

People post videos pretty often on facebook. Most of the times, the videos are funny and meaningless, so to speak. Though there are times when people start to post/express their repressed anger by spreading hate; it is one thing for you to hate, a whole different thing to spread that resentment. In any case I normally am not bothered but the clip someone posted yesterday made me feel that this one will definitely stir and nurture hatred. Hence I wrote a poem, ironically not very uplifting itself.

So I would want to say, I wrote it in such a way as to not to sound too obvious with my intentions and as usual discreet and complex enough so that people won’t understand it—well you know, to play safe. On second thoughts, I just made myself sound completely self absorbed. It’s actually pretty easy to understand, so I think I played it safe by not putting blame/ not addressing anyone in particular.

I would love to write, defend myself and ramble on but I am actually at work with loads to do. I just haven't started yet. Today is going to be a long day. Boss, if you're reading, this is me practicing my english, like a warm up session before I actually you know start. I am also very fond of you, just so you know.

Enjoy the poem..



Freedom of speech,

The masses beseeched,

Everyone then readied a speech,

Uttering nonsensical treaties,

Expressing waywardness in what they seek,

Spreading hatred as they seemed fit,

The thinkers retreat,

Narcissists decreed,

Causing chaos every time they speak,

Sigh!

Hope for humanity seems hopeless,

Nay, almost extinct,

The world scurrying, hurrying towards its own reckoning

Surely some might be thinking, how come I don't post up videos anymore? Well I am sure no one was having that thought but guess who had? haha. Anyways, this time around my purpose is more personal and as a reminder to myself and everybody else. Although people might associate me to a log or you know someone who has no feelings, I am...a spoiled brat, so you know it explains.



Alright then, I suppose I should get back to work albeit feeling a little under the weather and somewhat trying to use that as a reason as to permit slacking off and laziness. Mondayy, you come to soon! haha. Anyhoo, good day.

Thedream

Run!

Yet he stood there confounded,

Searching in spite confounding,

Lost but beseeching,

Looking for what’s missing,

The flowers,

They lied to him,

The birds,

They flew from him,

The dogs,

They kept barking,

The snakes,

They manipulated him,

The peacock

Enchant and played him,

The world,

Suffocating him,

The people,

Stole his esteem.

The people,

The people,

The people..


Who is this ‘him’?

If not a poor being,

A slave!

Yet, too self-fulfilling,

This self-absorbed being,

He makes everything about him,

The slave who made himself king,

The universe revolves around him,

Forever chasing,

Forever earning,

Forever a miserable being.


Yet he stood there,

Instead of running,

He began prostrating,

There is no more ‘him’,

He is only focused on pleasing the sole Being,

Now he hath turned into a king,

A king over his own being,

One that prostrates,

One who is constant in obeying.

Solitary

Rainy nights,

Cold hearts,

The stomach grieves,

Eyes, they glow in red,

Bludgeoned by 'dignitaries'.


Sunlight shines,

Encompassing memories,

Heinous past comes beckoning,

Engulfing dreams,

Helpless, he foolishly awaits serene.


He seeks for empathy

Inside him lurk useless beings,

Of dreams they akin,

The world a mockery,

People and indignity.


Little by little,

Dreams transpire,

Little by little,

He transfigures,

Whatever he says, it transpires.


The beautiful people,

The ugly people,

We point fingers,

Resulting into tears,

Innately bound to look at features.


Time speeds,

The world spins,

The days past,

The years come,

Though intelligence steers.


Anger by default,

Solution he thought,

Problems left unresolved,

Anger breaks apart,

Anger is no resolve,

But you and I think it solves.

Notices and points

I have not been updating as often. However I won’t say that I should strive harder in wanting to update my blog, I’ll write when I feel like it. I have noticed that most of the time I write is when I feel the need to express myself. I am also under the complete understanding that my expressions are often an outburst that no one would like to listen to and that too is natural. Hence I write about it instead of talking about it and when I write about it, I write smoothly probably in the belief that I am not even trying. Having said that, expressing one’s thoughts do help, a lot at times. Obviously it works, I’ve been doing this for years now. I think I should be amazed on how I managed to be truthful to the topics I write about and never deter and succumb into writing anything positive…that was a joke by the way. In my negativity and bitterness, there’s always positivity and a glimmer of shining hope. Yes, I also contradict myself.

Often I see my lovely/cool blog as a monologue. At times I admit, I do read my own work and go, ‘hmm, what was this guy thinking?’ I also tend to go, ‘This is too good! I am so good that the only person intelligent or the only person who can muster my writings is my own self.’ How sad is that?!

Moving on, I am also pissed on how every year, time seems to move even faster. It’s already March? Are you kidding me?! Sometimes I hate being too occupied. Before you know it, you’re already waking up and hope that your day doesn’t suck. You wake up again the next day hoping to be more productive and yea that your day won’t suck. Even that you fail to remember and go, ‘but uh uhh, what was I doing?’

These days, though I love wasting my time watching movies or you know anything that falls under the ‘entertainment banner’…well the sad part is I still do it, the only difference is I do it with the notion that I am wasting my time watching this when I can or should be doing better/more progressive stuff. So this time around I knowingly waste my time, which I must say is worse. You are familiar on how the self is weak and lacks discipline? Having said that, I actually had a point I wanted to convey at the beginning of the paragraph, I guess I was making you work for it. I wanted to say, we need entertainment or you know something that we believe posses the ability to sooth or relax our mind no matter how ridiculous and pointless that activity might be. No surprises there, most people are ridiculous and clueless—it’s only natural for the things that provides them with ‘ease of mind’ to be equally as delusional and pointless. Sorry I didn’t mean to criticize; maybe I did.

That wasn’t entirely the point I was trying to make either. On the other hand, Seeing that the paragraph was getting a little too long, I’ll try to get my point conveyed in this paragraph; see how I make you work? Wait no more, I wanted to say, please-please start doing more important stuff, well you know gradually at least. You might not understand this but as you age, you will start to realize on the things that matter and how you should embrace some and discard some. I don’t mean to nag, but once you managed to see the importance..I don’t know you will eventually understand…or not.

Sorry about the last paragraph, I don’t think I made much of a point. Do not worry! I am full of points. In reference to the ‘heartbreak’ I hope you’re going through, well, that is life, often you are left disappointed in the things you hope for. Anyways constantly do good stuff like you know loving mother nature, ethical stuff and mainly develop the love of knowledge. Damn, I do sound boring and old. ‘Well you shouldn’t be too self absorbed’, I say to myself.

One of my major accomplishments in recent days is (notice how it started with, ‘one of my’ and ended with is? Just to make myself sound cooler.), I have acquired a so called teacher; you know more like someone to refer to. Of course, he is nothing like me; I would’ve hated him if he was anything like me. In the wish of wanting to learn and gain wisdom, I knew I needed a guide and someone wise I can learn from. I see it more of a blessing, one that I am grateful for and I hope not to lose. I love talking to people with knowledge and spending time with them. I picture myself as a leech trying to suck their knowledge and wisdom from them. Not to worry, it doesn’t work that way and it’s not as easy as it sounds.

Oh I am actually at work and I also, again noticed. I tend to notice too many things huh? Back to the subject, there is no internet connection here at the moment. I am not able to do my job without any internet connection. Hence I decided to write. I again became aware of how easy it is to you know…write. I say it not in a self loving/narcissistic way. This is like talking to people; only it feels like talking to myself. I have a point to make though, to all those glorified bloggers out there, meh.

I recently met a not very intelligent person who thought that she was the most or the second most smartest person around. But, she wasn’t, not even close. A sad-sad case, There was but one thing playing on repeat in my mind though, what if I was her?! Not a girl, I mean you know… I am thinking the point of this paragraph is to not take heed of dumb people because you just might be one of them or in other words, you can never be all that smart/intelligent/wise. Besides a wise person is often nice, maybe that’s why it rhymes.

I am moving to a new place soon, soon like I was supposed to move in last month. We are busy repairing stuff and painting the house and all. I’ve lived at my current home for ermm I would exaggerate and say 20 years. I don’t know, wait till I am apart from it and we’ll see if I feel anything. “Don’t forget you are mere human”, I say to myself. But that too is beside the point. I initially just wanted to say that, I am moving to a new place and all I can think of, ‘is there internet connection?’ My second concern would be, ‘we should get a faster connection this time!’ my third thought was, ‘But, can you afford to pay that much?’ My fourth and final thought was, ‘pretty sad.’ As usual I get carried away with emotions and feelings, anyways kudos to moving to a new place!

Okay, there is still no internet connection here at work. I think I would feel very alone without the WWW, I mean lonlier or should I say loneliest? But what’s the point of this paragraph, you might be thinking to yourself? The point of this paragraph would determine whether or not I should proceed with this entry. Of course I am going to continue, it feels like a life time since I last talked to myself in a subliminal way. Nah, I am not mad, we all do it. Yes, that is my defense.

Intentions, intention, intentions. Do you acknowledge the importance of intentions? The self is like a crook, a fickle beggar who craves for stupid pointless praises. For example, let’s say there’s a blind person trying to cross the road, you initially go to help to be of assistance to the person, but then as you’re helping her you notice a pretty, fair skinned girl with a fit body also crossing the road from the opposite side. She gives u no notice whatsoever, but the sad self who craves for praises in order to benefit the self in other ways starts thinking, ‘that girl is definitely impressed, I am sure she wants to be with me. Huh, why wouldn’t she I am not only cool but a proven kind hearted person.’ The girl then walks on with her life; the blind person too is on his way. You on the other hand persist in dreaming and fantasizing but at the same time not wanting to come into recognition that the self just destroyed the self. My point is, intentions they’re tricky business in murky waters.

I love eating ice cream and chocolates, but they also make me fat. Ever since I started this new job I haven’t been exercising I mean as much as I would like to. I like jogging. When I jog, I start thinking of you know the things that your mind normally thinks of, girls, super heroes, unicorns and the likes. I also have gotten a little disappointed in the mind in portraying it’s ‘pictures’ I once said to myself, seriously, Is that all you got? I mean if you’re day dreaming you should at least try a little harder! But noo, the self keeps on thinking of the things the self knows and constantly thinks about, how lame right? It should start thinking of things it has no idea about and you know just open up. Okay I realized I just made a point here before I could actually make the point I wanted to make, if there was any point to begin with.

This calls for another paragraph, so you’re jogging—the first 10 minutes of your jog, you’re totally consumed with your pathetic, everyday thoughts. After 15 minutes, you tend to appreciate your surrounding and you know observe the ground and try to enhance focus. After 20 minutes, the only thing that goes in your mind is, ‘you’re doing a good thing, keep on going man.’ After 22 minutes, ‘dude, I don’t think I can go on….but you must go on! Don’t be a puss, don’t you want to lose weight?!’ you then start to slow your pace and embrace the way you breathe. You then stop thinking and just focus on running well you don’t really stop thinking, but its close. You then go, ‘must run, must run.’ This is the highlight of the whole running process. Until, finally this thought timely comes to work, ‘Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a cold iced drink? One that is cold and sweet and provides world peace and everything one can ever ask for.’ You then wake up from that daze and brush off the nonsensical thought. You slowly but steadily try to keep pace, and then this thought comes in play, ‘Oh my, a drink would be awesome but then I also am aware that I am pretty hungry. Now that I have jogged and sacrificed so much, I have to! No, I must! Reward my noble self! Now this would bring so much happiness, peace and justice in my life.’ You then come to realize you are not running anymore. You go, ‘oh well.’ Anyways the point is, it doesn’t matter how dumb you are. Just keep on running. It helps.

Oh crap! I am connected to the internet. Just when I was on a roll, I suppose it would only be dutiful for me to get on with my job. To think that I was about to write about my lunch just now, the people who comment on youtube and the Arab world conflict, that can wait.

*peace sign*