Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Essay on Unwelcome Visitors

Saturday is meant to be restful. After the grind of the previous five days in school, I always enjoy the relative peace of Saturdays. However, there was a Saturday that was neither restful nor peaceful.

That Saturday started off in promising fashion. There was nothing much to do but to laze around, watch television and eat rambutans off the tree beside my house. However, at about five in the evening things began to become chaotic. The reason was we had unwelcome visitors.

The unwelcome visitors were none other than my father's best friend and his obnoxious family. Pardon me for using such a description but I can find no better word.

Immediately on arriving at our house, his two boys began swarming up the rambutan tree plucking and eating rambutans as though the tree belonged to them. Their parents did not even say a single word to restrain them. They were too busy chatting with my father and my none-too-pleased mother.

One minute after these two brats had ascended the tree, they clambered down like monkeys being chased by red ants. In fact, there were kerenggas on the tree, something which I neglected to tell them. Anyway, they never gave me a chance. So they had to pay the price of their ill-manners by yelling in pain as the little red devils bit into their flesh, and all their mother said was, "Be careful, dear."

After the painful episode, the two terrors stayed clear of the tree and concentrated their attention on other things. My bicycle became their victim as they literally fought to have a ride, and all their mother said was again, "Be careful, dear. it was really infuriating.

Dusk came, and still, they showed no sign of leaving. Soon it was too dark to remain outdoors and everyone adjourned into the living room. My goodness, never I had experienced such a commotion in my house. Everyone seemed to be talking at the same time and the two brats were tearing at my toys that I had left in the living room. Their mother, what kind of a woman was she whose only words to her sons seemed to be "Be careful, dear"?

Anyhow the situation dragged on and on and my mother was wondering if they were ever going to leave. We had not been expecting any visitor and thus she had not prepared dinner for them. She was at a loss about what to do. So my father told her to hold dinner until these people were gone.

Time dragged by. Seven, eight, nine o'clock and they were still sitting in the living room. How my father could put up with them, I really did not know?

Ten o'clock came and I was feeling hungry. My mother told me in the kitchen that perhaps she should invite them to stay for dinner. I shrugged my shoulders. Then thankfully my father said that he was inviting them out for a bite to eat and asked if we would like to come along. We declined gratefully.

My father, bless him, knew my mother's predicament and so invited the guests out to save my mother from having to prepare dinner for them. So finally I heard my father reversed out his car and followed these totally inconsiderate people to wherever they were going for dinner, at my father's expense. At the rate they were going, I doubt the man would remain my father's best friend for long.

At last the house returned to its normal peaceful character. It had been a trying evening putting up with these unwelcome visitors. I prayed that they would not come again. moved away from the airport.

Monday, January 14, 2019

Man to lead, woman to follow. What are your views about this?

Any man who says this to a feminist would probably be called a "Male Chauvinist Pig", MCP for short. The days when men led and women followed are gone.

Long ago, the men were the one who had the physical ability to provide food and shelter for his charges, which included women and children. Men were made to do the job of hunting, plowing and other activities that required physical strength and skill. Women do not have the necessary physical attributes. They were made to have children and keep a home.

Nowadays things are very different. In most parts of the world now, there is no need for anyone to go hunting for food or do demanding physical work. in fact, hunting has largely vanished. In its place are large farms of domesticated animals that provide all the necessary food. To work the farms, there are machines that can do the work better than any man or men. So man's physical strength is hardly necessary for survival now.

The main concern for man and woman of this age is how to survive in this increasingly complex world. This requires knowledge, not physical strength. And as far as knowledge is concerned, man and woman have about the same ability.

We have women who are doctors, engineers, teachers, drivers, lecturers, prime ministers, and other professionals. They are in no way inferior to men and in some ways better although no man would like to admit this. Thus women can survive equally well in this world as men.

To ask a woman professional to submit to a man who does not even have half her ability would be foolish and immature. Only a male chauvinist would do this, and there are plenty around, especially the religious ones who still cling on to religious precepts although these precepts have far outlived their usefulness. It is the egoistic male who insists he leads when clearly he is incapable of doing so.

For the most part of man's history, men have bee-the leaders. If we are mature enough to look at the facts c' our world, we have to admit it is these men who have made a mess of it. The men had had thousands of years of practice in running the world and they have failed miserably. They are s: trying without much success. They led, and the rest sufferer This is not to say that women can do better. Perhaps if men and women had shared the reins of leadership, the - would not be in this awful mess.

It would be for the better if the human race, in general, discards this prejudice of women being inferior to men. Men and women are made to complement each other, not to subjugate the other. One cannot exist without the others it is only logical that they share the responsibilities of Living together. It is not a matter of walking side-by-side together.

Festivals are too commercialized these days. What are your views?

As far as the major festivals are concerned I have to agree that they are too commercialized.

Hari Raya Aidilfitri is one of the most important festivals for Muslims in this country. Prior to this important occasion is the month of Ramadan when Muslims fast from dawn to dusk. It is during this month that the advertisers ceaselessly ply their wares to the point of madness. Everything is dressed up, spruced up and made to look good so that they sell. And do they sell? The supermarkets are filled to capacity by shoppers who just about go berserk buying things for the festival.

How much of the things the shoppers buy is really necessary? That will depend on what is deemed necessary. However, it would seem that with all the cheap sales and competitions that are held regularly, much of the things that shoppers buy is really unnecessary. They just buy because the offers are too good to be refused.

Perhaps if you look around your house you may find that you have things that you once bought but never found the time or need to use them.

So the situation is the same with Chinese New Year, Deepavali, Christmas, and other festivals. Every year when these festivals come around, the people go on a splurge of buying. It has become customary to go shopping before a festival. A person who does not go on such a spree is considered a real tightwad.

The shopping complexes and supermarkets are well-versed with this festival game. When Chinese New Year is around, new year songs are played non-stop and all sorts of goodies are on display. Any shopper who ventures into such a supermarket is almost certain to get into the new year or buying spirit and before he or she knows it, the supermarket has made yet another killing. Such is the power of advertisement.

Come, Hari Raya, the supermarkets change their tunes to Hari Raya songs and appropriate goodies. The shoppers are again beguiled and taken in. The situation is modified yet again for Christmas and other occasions. The shoppers are constantly fed this diet of buying more than necessary. No wonder supermarkets and shopping complexes thrive.

So the real spirit of the festivals has been cleverly modified and overwhelmed by advertisers until the festivals are not much more than big shopping sprees, much to the delight of manufacturers and producers. There is not much anyone can do about it because no one really cares what the real spirit behind the festivals are. What each is concerned about is that some supermarket is offering great discounts or giant sale and these offers are not to be missed. Would you have passed up such offers?

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Many areas are suffering from increasingly large numbers of heavy goods vehicles on the roads

Many areas are suffering from increasingly large numbers of heavy goods vehicles on the roads
As our country becomes more developed we experience a rapid increase in the number of motor vehicles on the road. A great many of these vehicles are lorries, tankers and other heavy goods transporters. They are the main means of conveying goods from place to place, and they create some problems for other road users as well as the various traffic authorities.

In big towns and cities, the main hubs of commerce, lorries are aplenty. The problems they create are equally many. Firstly, these lorries usually have to stop to unload or load goods, and they do stop, often anywhere they like. Owing to their bulk, they interfere with traffic flow and as a result, cause traffic jams. Sometimes they get booked for indies-criminate parking but they still carry-on doing so, much to the displeasure of other road users. However, we cannot totally blame the lorry drivers for blocking traffic flow. They have to park somewhere, and the most convenient place is in front of the intends shop since then is no parking space Mote for them. One way out of his problem is to provide ample parking spaces for the lorries. In this way, the lorry drivers will then have no excuse for simply stopping their lorries in the middle of the road and thus impeding traffic flow.

Another possible solution to his over-congestion is to limit the number of heavy vehicles entering certain busy areas over a certain time every day. Obviously, this will infuriate a lot of lorry operators in the beginning but I believe that traffic flow will be improved as a result and the lorries can enter and leave a busy area in less time. It is senseless to have all the lorries trying to enter all at one time, as is done now. All they do is to clutter up the roads and hold up traffic.

Then comes the problem of discipline. By discipline I mean the behavior of the lorry operators. The incipience of overloading, faulty vehicles and careless driving among the lorry operators are alarming. Drive on any busy road and you will see what I mean. There are lorries so overloaded that it takes very little to unbalance them. There are also lorries without signal lights or effective brakes. Together with their "go-to-hell" attitude, fatal accidents all too often remind us of this indiscipline.

What I think the authorities can do about this indiscipline is to be stricter on the lorry operators. Stringent tests and checks should be carried out as often as possible to keep them on their toes. They should be taught to be more responsible. Offenders should be fined heavily and if necessary suspended for a period of time. "Hell-drivers" should be suspended indefinitely until they repent.

As regards the enforcement personnel who check these vehicles, the officers should be well-trained and efficient. This includes the qualities of tact and strong resistance to bribes. All too often lorry operators get away too easily through the almighty ringgit.

Finally, I would suggest that all drivers, regardless of what they drive, should undergo compulsory courses at regular intervals. These courses are not meant as fault-finding sessions but rather as opportunities for drivers to be a reminder of basic road manners and also to be informed of new developments on the roads. I know the task is enormous but i is not insurmountable. The time spent on developing good driving habits coupled with up-to-date knowledge of roar conditions will certainly benefit everyone. We may see an end to this madness on the react yet.

As our country becomes more developed we experience a rapid increase in the number of motor vehicles on the road. A great many of these vehicles are lorries, tankers and other heavy goods transporters. They are the main means of conveying goods from place to place, and they create some problems for other road users as well as the various traffic authorities.

In big towns and cities, the main hubs of commerce, lorries are aplenty. The problems they create are equally many. Firstly, these lorries usually have to stop to unload or load goods, and they do stop, often anywhere they like. Owing to their bulk, they interfere with traffic flow and as a result, cause traffic jams. Sometimes they get booked for indies-criminate parking but they still carry-on doing so, much to the displeasure of other road users. However, we cannot totally blame the lorry drivers for blocking traffic flow. They have to park somewhere, and the most convenient place is in front of the intends shop since then is no parking space Mote for them. One way out of his problem is to provide ample parking spaces for the lorries. In this way, the lorry drivers will then have no excuse for simply stopping their lorries in the middle of the road and thus impeding traffic flow.

Another possible solution to his over-congestion is to limit the number of heavy vehicles entering certain busy areas over a certain time every day. Obviously, this will infuriate a lot of lorry operators in the beginning but I believe that traffic flow will be improved as a result and the lorries can enter and leave a busy area in less time. It is senseless to have all the lorries trying to enter all at one time, as is done now. All they do is to clutter up the roads and hold up traffic.

Then comes the problem of discipline. By discipline I mean the behavior of the lorry operators. The incipience of overloading, faulty vehicles and careless driving among the lorry operators are alarming. Drive on any busy road and you will see what I mean. There are lorries so overloaded that it takes very little to unbalance them. There are also lorries without signal lights or effective brakes. Together with their "go-to-hell" attitude, fatal accidents all too often remind us of this indiscipline.

What I think the authorities can do about this indiscipline is to be stricter on the lorry operators. Stringent tests and checks should be carried out as often as possible to keep them on their toes. They should be taught to be more responsible. Offenders should be fined heavily and if necessary suspended for a period of time. "Hell-drivers" should be suspended indefinitely until they repent.

As regards the enforcement personnel who check these vehicles, the officers should be well-trained and efficient. This includes the qualities of tact and strong resistance to bribes. All too often lorry operators get away too easily through the almighty ringgit.

Finally, I would suggest that all drivers, regardless of what they drive, should undergo compulsory courses at regular intervals. These courses are not meant as fault-finding sessions but rather as opportunities for drivers to be a reminder of basic road manners and also to be informed of new developments on the roads. I know the task is enormous but i is not insurmountable. The time spent on developing good driving habits coupled with up-to-date knowledge of roar conditions will certainly benefit everyone. We may see an end to this madness on the react yet.

Essay on An Incident That Changed My Life

I used to be a real spoilt brat. My parents are quite well off and I usually get what I wanted. Being the youngest of three children also guaranteed that I get the most attention.

I had no lack of luxurious things much to the envy of my friends and classmates. Whenever a new product came out all I had to do was to make a hint to my parents and sooner than later the new thing would be mine. I never knew what lack was and how spoilt I had become until one day I was witness to an incident that just about changed my life completely.

It began on a beautiful evening when I accompanied my mother to a shopping mall to do some shopping. Shopping usually meant buying a lot of things without regard whether we really needed them or not. My mother, being a rich man's wife. was also quite a spendthrift. After all, who would not make use of the credit facilities that my father had? We could go on spending and spending without worrying about whether we could pay for the things. My father would settle everything.

So there we were buying things without a care in the world. We even got the shopkeepers to send our purchases down to our chauffeured car parked in the basement of the mall. Finally, when we had just about had enough for the day we came across a scene that really touched my heart.

Right next to the entrance to the shopping mall where throngs people come and go was a very shrunken old man. I had seen many beggars before but never took more than a cursory look at them. This one caught my attention. He had no legs! He only managed to slide along the ground with the help of his thin hands. For a long moment, I stood there looking at him. Something inside me was deeply moved. Tears flowed out of my eyes and I had to run into my car to avoid embarrassment.

I cried all the way home. My mother was moved too and we shed tears while our surprised chauffer could do nothing but to drive us home.

Never in my life had I been affected so. The sight of the legless man really made me realize how fortunate some of us were while some of the rest had to suffer like the unfortunate man. While I made a fuss about what brand of shoes I wanted, the poor man did not even have legs. The difference between the haves, myself for instance and the have-nots was so glaring.

The next day after the incident I returned to the shopping mall with my mother to see what we could do for the poor man. However, we could not find him. He seemed to have disappeared. Anyhow after the incident the previous day, I knew something inside me had changed. I no longer put luxury as my top priority in life. My eyes had been opened that little bit. My mother too seemed to have stopped her regular splurges. In fact, my father was surprised when he found out that my mother was making donations to charity homes. I was not surprised for I knew how she felt. We knew that we were spoilt by our riches. Now that we realized that we could not continue as before. We were made that little bit wiser.