Indians themselves should be blamed

Its time for some tough love. The problem with Indians lie with themselves. Society at large views Indians in two angles - those with fair skin as high caste, and those with darker skin as low cast. For me, I used to work in an organization where my boss, though he called himself an Indian, had sharper features he being a northern indian. He made it a point to repeatedly ridicule my darker skin - it seems that being born with a lighter skin is a blessing and being born with darker skin, a curse.

In fact, throughout my existence on these lands, time and time again, many people have made it clear that dark skin bad, fair skin good. Thats society - thats the free market. The prevailing value system becomes the culture, and woe betide you if you are born black.

But why? We know that Indians are an emotional lot. I think this has to do with a culture that seeks to condemn, destroy or rebel. Take me for example, a promising future cut short by an emotional outburst delivered by those closest to you. In my extended family, time and time again we see backbiting, favoritism and a willingness to go out of ones way to destroy rather than build. I saw the zero sum, I committed myself to improving my lot, I worked hard, I stayed out of trouble. But the bullet came from behind.

Somebody commented on the inconsiderate nature of the Indian. He brought out the point of those seeking to ring a bell and proceed to bestow untold suffering on unsuspecting neighbours. And yet another would claim of the robbery, the petty crime, and some others of the general meaness of Indian youth gangsters. They all have a point. Betrayal and anger breeds violence. And whilst the police chooses to focus their efforts on those seeking an avenue to release their anger, riding a bicycle as an act of civil disobedience, the gangsters and the robbers go free. But truth be told, there is more to it than meets the eye. The political structure of the Indian society has for too long been intertwined with the mob. It is one and the same. Liars, cheaters, charlatans, scum - thats why I never vote.

I think its time for a man like Dato' Tajuddin to determine the allocation of seats for the MIC. With the threat of Mike and the seething anger of Kula, Pakatan will not field another Indian next time round. Its just too dangerous.

Creative destruction - thats the only way.

Does society owe the black man a living?

Yet another conventional wisdom states that the dark skin male prefers the fairer skin female. And the dark skin female prefers the fairer skin male. The end result of this is the fair skin male plays the dark skin female, and after they have been thoroughly used, a dark skin male beckons to pick up the pieces.

To this I say great! Pick up the trash you loser.

As for me, every day is a struggle. A struggle to control the anger, a struggle to control the hate. The day starts with 5 sticks of cigarattes, ends with about the same. Why is it that I should be judged and condemned because my fucking name sounds like a Tamil? Am I kasta kusta?

I have yet to find a partner, truth betold it scares me. Why should I condemn another soul to this misery. Why should I bring to this world another life that will face the same trials and tribulations I felt. Be tortured mentally by ones own, being kicked in the face by society. Being told day in and day out, you don't belong here. No sir, I would not.


Its so difficult right now to make a living. Its so difficult to progress, now it seems the school or university you went to counts for everything if you were not born into power. Even though time and time again, these cabal hide behind their piece of paper, unable to execute even a tiniest measure of progress. No instead, its a game. And whilst society continues in their pursuit for fairer skin, the barbarians plunder, loot and steal. But they are the chosen ones - they went to Cambridge and Oxford or Imperial.

I cackle. The future is dim.
My hate burns deep. There will be hell to pay.

Malaysian of the Year

The Malaysian Insider did a post calling the great the one and the only Tun Dr Mahatir as the Malaysian of the Year. Sounds stupid because he pales in comparison to the true one who deserves all the limelight - the one the only Dato Ahmad Ismail.

Little was heard about Dato' Ahmad prior to the aftermath of the Permatang Pauh by election. Now little is not known. We know he is the chairman of the Bukit Bendera UMNO division. We know he is quite rich. We know he is 51 and stayed in some posh condominium while his palace was getting renovated.

And we know that he called the Chinese squatters and immigrants and not deserving of equal rites. He said this on August 22. The wise, the all knowing Minister of Home Affairs Dato' Seri Syed Hamid Albar decided to ISA the reporter who published the statement because we have been led to believe that it was for her safety.

Ok - he called the Chinese squatters. So what does it have to do with me. Everything - because I owe him a lot. I salute Dato Ahmad Ismail - what he basically said in plain terms was the view held by most people over here.

He had the guts to say it, and now it all makes sense.

Because, I shrugged off if a teacher steps on an Indian student, calls their mothers whores, and denigrates the whole society. It cost me a couple of sleepless nights, but then I just let it pass. I even applaud the Govt. for giving her the transfer she wanted. Great job - you guys rock.

Its ok -they are just kelings.

Its ok if Dato' Tajuddin calls Indians kelings - heck its in the dictionary.

Its ok if an Wanita bigwig suggests that given a choice, one should shoot an Indian rather than a snake. Its ok - one less keling means one less problem.

But Dato' Ahmad Ismail did not talk about kelings. He talked about Chinese - way higher up than us Kelings in the evolutionary ladder of ketuanan in Malaysia. And he called them immigrants and squatters.

And then I took notice.

Dato' Ahmad Ismail, Tun Dr. Mahatir Mohammad, Biro Tatanegara, GGMM, Utusan, the Police, the Government, the blogs, the NRD, the schools, the people on the street, the sales promoter, everybody looks at me and thinks in their heart, bloody keling what are you doing here. Go back to India.

And now its clear. I am not Malaysian. I am pendatang given citizenship. Something the powers that be regret. And for that I am sorry - sorry, to have stepped foot here. In 40 days I shall leave. And then there will be one less keling for you to worry about....