Apa yang sedang kau cari?
Sekaut harta, nikmat duniawi?
Semuanya itu fatamorgana
Halusinasi dunia sementara
Pulanglah ke jalan asalmu
Hakikat azali masih menunggu!
Tentang Merdu Rembulan
Terangnya bulan
Tinggi atas kayangan
Merdu cemerlang.
On the “Good Man” Theory of Politics
More than five years after the upheavals of 2018, it is slowly dawning to the consciousness of the Malaysian electorate that “semuanya tak boleh diharap.” There is a level of disillusionment amongst Malaysians at the politics of the day, that is certainly unexpected when we think back to those hopeful days after the electoral defeat of the Barisan Nasional.
There was an expectation, then, on both sides of the aisle, after six decades of unbroken Alliance / Barisan Nasional dominance, that the electoral revolution that brought Mahathir Mohamad back to the premiership would also presage a new era of democratisation for Malaysia. The past few years have put paid to such hopes.
A significant part of this mismatch in expectations, I believe, comes from a built-in sense of undue deference to political leaders that probably arises naturally within a polity still engrossed in feudal concepts of leadership and fealty. As a society, we are naturally predisposed to think of our leaders as “good”, and that all we need to do is elect the right leaders, and these “good” leaders will naturally do what is correct and necessary.
This tendency manifests itself most clearly in that Malaysian habit of “blame the penasihat” for when things are going tangibly wrong. The initial instinct for many Malaysians is to believe that the leader must be infallibly correct and good – and so when circumstances clearly indicate some weakness or failure in leadership, the immediate response is to say “oh, this must be because the PM is getting bad advice from so-and-so.” Others would say “ah the PM needs to sack his incompetent advisors. Once he gets better advice, things would surely get better.”
This sentiment arises naturally due to the nature of power-distance dynamics in Malaysia – and is entirely unhealthy. The unfortunate truth is that sometimes bad leaders make it all the way to the top, and by the time they get there, others are too timid or too afraid to say no to the boss. In the most extreme cases of such feudal cowedness, millions lose their lives because they aren’t enough people in the system with the courage or strength to say no to a Pol Pot or a Mao.
Maybe it is simply the nature of an immature polity, that we continue to hold out for that “good man” in political leadership. Maybe it will take several more instances of living through tyranny before our society finally comes to its senses and realises that only through democratic restraints on our leaders can we compel them to put the public interest ahead of their own personal agenda.
On the Shittiest Boss in Kuala Lumpur
I was in my favourite bookshop in Kuala Lumpur yesterday, sitting in my usual spot at the staircase and browsing for books. (I eventually got myself a copy of Boccaccio’s Decameron, thanks for asking hehe.) As I was browsing, I spied at the corner of my eye, someone who used to be the boss of a friend of mine. My friend had related his travails of working for this man – the shenanigans, the tantrums, the late salary payments. I pretended not to see him, which was not that difficult, since I didn’t really know this man – only that he was a terrible boss.
Not long after, I got up and made my way to the cash register, paid for my book, and walked upstairs to the cafe where my wife was sitting, drinking water while going through her own reading.
I saw down and immediately said, “Hey, guess who I saw!”
“Who??” Kat looked at me quizzically.
“I just saw the shittiest boss in KL, just browsing for books!”
“Wow! So **** is here looking for books??” Kat asked, her brows furrowed.
“Err, nope. Not him. Guess lah. I’ll give you another guess!” I said, enjoying this little game.
“Hmm. Ah, I know! You saw ****!!” Kat made her declaration with gusto, utterly convinced that she was right this time around.
I frowned for a while and said, “Wow! Hmm you are right, that person really is a shitty boss!! Wah this is rather stiff competition! You might be right, she might be the shittiest boss in all of Kuala Lumpur! But no, it wasn’t her that I saw.” I shook my head in denial, even as I was marveling over the fact that it really was stiff competition.
“Oh, I don’t know! Who is it???” By this time, Kat’s curiosity was really piqued. She needed to know.
“Haha it’s **** lah! Remember??” It was Kat, after all, who was regaling me with stories of this man’s horrific treatment of our friend.
Kat laughed out loud and said, “Oh yes, haha yes he really is a terrible boss! But you must admit though, **** really is a terrible boss herself! In fact, I think the margin is pretty thin between the two!”
I laughed along, nodding my head in agreement with my wife. I suppose there are quite a number of shitty bosses out there!
Tentang Kelelahan
Jiwaku lelah mengira masa - senja merangkak sepi.
Tentang Persemadian
Dibawah pohon itu, bersemadi yang paling tersayang.
Tentang Sebuah Titanic Yang Bakal Karam
Titanic karam: pengakhiran sebuah parti keramat?
Tentang Ketidaktentuan
Kabur mata menduga arah Katup hati dirundung gentar Pada Engkau doa diserah Mohon jalan dicurah sinar
Tentang Parti Keramat Itu
Sida-sida yang
terkasi, kumat kamit
membaca talkin.
On Incantations
Each poem is incantation true: a plaintive cry in darkest night a squeal of boundless sheer delight a prayer for fragile tender hopes a spell to cast love's binding ropes And so I now, in faith, incant: These poems I write with dread aflame Such dreams I dare not even name A pledge to prove amidst all strife These verses mark undaunted Life.
