Making Sense of 2011 (I)

Lessons, realizations and enlightenment I have gained this year:

• I’m an oddball that fits nowhere.
• Joy and contentment is both strangely elusive and innate deep within.
• There is no shame in admitting one’s utter stupidity and foolish mistakes.
• Sometimes, a u-turn is the only way back to the right path.
• Some people are just bodoh, sombong (dumb and arrogant) and beyond redemption.
• Age and experience is not synonymous with wisdom and respect.
• A supportive spouse is invaluable and is deserving of one’s utmost love.
• There are no off-days in parenthood.
• The Filipino Badjaus got it right in childraising.
• God is a sick Almighty who plays wicked games for no apparent reason.
• Durians can cause fever and sorethroat.
• Painkillers are a Godsent.
• Music from the 90s rocked.
• There comes a stage in life where everything is just crap and crappy.
• South Park was spot-on about the above.
• There is no poetic justice, except when it’s all a conspiracy.
• The road to hell is laden with good intentions.
• Never ever be fat in this lifetime or the next.
• The Wiggles are actually quite entertaining and not gay.
• There will always be ‘another hurdle, another milestone’ in life.
• Malaysia is screwed, regardless of whatever and ever.
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Good riddance, bozo!

Dear Sam,

Greetings from across the South China Sea.

I read with great laughter and self satisfaction that you have been demoted and evicted from your office for corruption.

I hope you will now be a good MO and wear your neck tie and lab coat and 1Malaysia badge wherever you go, even if it is splattered with blood and bile.

You really never knew how lucky you were, to be in a position that you were not deserving of.

In a different country, under a different system, you would most likely not even make it to medical school, what more hold a high office in a tertiary hospital.

Writing any more would be a waste of my time.

Enjoy your new salary scale, bozo.

Bye.

POTS. Read more!

An Open Letter To MCA

To the party known as MCA,

Please fade away. Please die.

Your recent annual general assembly has convinced me that there is not an ounce of integrity or worth left within the MCA.

As a Christian by conviction, I have been reminded not to cast the first stone as when Jesus Christ forgave an immoral lady instead of condemning her to death for adultery.

However, the lady caught red-handed in an amorous moment did not leave boasting about her sins and flaunting about like a peahen.

Conversely, your president vehemently claimed that his only mistake in his sex scandal was to ‘use the same hotel room every time’.

His audacity to proclaim himself a ‘winnable candidate anywhere’ is nothing short of disgusting.

Even the commercial sex workers of Bukit Bintang have a sense of shame.

The same cannot be said about your current president.

At a time when families are breaking up due to the dearth of men with integrity, the MCA president is setting a very poor example to the men of Malaysia.

I move on to your other present crop of office bearers.

For as long as I could remember, the post of Health Minister has always been under the MCA.

From Chua Jui Meng to Chua Soi Lek and now Liow Tiong Lai, can MCA boasts of any real achievements in Malaysian healthcare?

Save for the newer hospitals , most of our general hospitals are a disgrace to the much-sung Malaysia Boleh slogan.

If the Health Ministers of MCA had more sincerity in serving the people rather than the interest of their UMNO political masters, Malaysia could have measured up to the healthcare in the Lion City which by the way, is the choice of frustrated Malaysian doctors.

What we have now instead is a messy healthcare system mired in corruption and inefficiency, one that is bereft of respect for the sanctity of human life.

It is utterly clear to me that the MCA does not have the interest of Malaysians at heart.

Your office bearers like the corrupted generals of Chinese dynasties past are only there to enrich themselves and build dynasties of their own.

Do you really think Malaysians, ranking numero uno in Facebook usage would truly believe that the Cuti-cuti Malaysia Facebook page is worth RM 1.8 million?

That figure of course, pales in comparison with the RM 12.5 billion PKFZ scandal in which the central figure is none other than former MCA president Ling Liong Sik.

One of MCA’s great boasts is that of the Tunku Abdul Rahman College and University.

Stop.

If MCA had successfully stood up and fought for a just and equitable higher education system, there is no need for the existence of these two college that are essentially profit-making private entities.

Far from being symbols of pride and glory, the TAR institutions are a concrete testimony to the cowardice, greed and pretense within MCA.

The DAP may not be as well endowed as MCA but at least the Rocket is not afraid to speak up when injustice and atrocities are committed by your big brother UMNO.

The deaths of Teoh Beng Hock, Kugan, Amirulrasyid and Bersih supporter Baharuddin Ahmad under suspicious circumstances demanded a unified voice of reason that transcends ethnicity and political ideology.

I hear the voices of the Pakatan Rakyat coalition loud and clear throughout, whenever our rights as Malaysian citizens are under threat and abuse.

However, it is the silence of MCA and other UMNO lackeys that are most deafening.

For this simple reason alone, it is enough to say that MCA is indeed irrelevant to the ordinary Malaysian.

In times such as these, Malaysians need heroes and warriors, not running dogs to a fascist ethnocentric regime.

Dear MCA, enjoy your seven hired beauties while you still can.

You are after all, on your deathbed.

Regards,

Product of the System. Read more!

Utusan Untuk Encik Roslan bin Abdul Shukor / A Message For Encik Roslan bin Abdul Shukor

“Kamu budak Cina dan India jangan sombong. Jangan ingat kamu hebat dan pandai sangat. Rekod jenayah polis – yang merompak, yang membunuh semuanya Cina, yang menculik, yang rampas kereta semuanya India. Melayu – satu pun tak ada. Kamu jangan fikir kamu punya agama bagus sangat, ini Tanah Melayu, ingat baik-baik.”

Wahai Encik Roslan bin Abdul Shukor,

Begitulah bunyinya kata-kata cikgu sewaktu saya di Tingkatan Satu.

Cikgu mungkin lupa memandangkan insiden tersebut sudah begitu lama.

Namun, saya tidak.

Saya ingat, saya ingat dengan jelas sekali.

Begitukah kelakuan dan pemikiran seorang guru disiplin sekolah kebangsaan?

Begitukah cara cikgu mendidik dan membimbing budak-budak mentah?

Pernahkah cikgu berfikir tentang kesan dan ekoran kata-kata kamu yang begitu menghasut dan penuh kebencian?

Sebenarnya dan sememangnya jelas sekali, kamu sebenarnya tidak berminat untuk memantapkan sifat berdisiplin dalam sanubari pelajar-pelajar kamu.

Kamu hanya berminat untuk mematuhi arahan tuan kamu iaitu Pemuda UMNO.

Kamu hanya bertujuan untuk memastikan kami yang berkaum bukan Melayu akan senantiasa akur pada konsep dan bohong Ketuanan Melayu.

Itulah sebabnya kamu begitu jelasnya berat sebelah dalam keputusan dan tindakan kamu.

Namun, kamu bodoh dan rabun jauh.

Minta maaf la sekiranya kata-kata saya kurang sopan tetapi kebenaran tetap kebenaran.

Kamu tidak pernah berfikir dan mempertimbangkan kemungkinan pelajar-pelajar bukan Melayu yang dulunya diracuni propaganda UMNO kamu akan kembali menghantui kamu sebagai doktor pakar perubatan dan pembedahan.

Ya, cikgu – saya bukan dalam kejahilan.

Cikgu Roslan yang dulunya begitu sombong dan penuh perkauman kini diserang pelbagai masalah kesihatan.

Saya juga sedia maklum bahawa Cikgu Roslan tidak lama lagi perlu menjalani rawatan dialysis.

Jangan bimbang cikgu yang tersayang, saya sebagai doktor tetap akan memberikan rawatan yang sewajarnya.

Saya hanya berharap, sewaktu kamu terpasang ke mesin dialysis untuk empat jam tiga kali seminggu, kamu imbas semula kata-kata kamu yang penuh kebencian dan insaf dengan seikhlas-ikhlasnya.

Sebagai penganut Kristian, satu agama yang pernah kamu caci dengan sewenang-wenangnya, saya memaafkan segala kesalahan kamu, termasuklah semua perkataan dan tindakan kamu yang penuh kebencian kepada kaum dan agama saya.

Walau bagaimanapun, ingin saya luahkan isi hati saya yang mungkin terpendam dalam minda rakan-rakan saya di Tingkatan Satu dulunya itu.

PADAN MUKA, ENCIK ROSLAN.

PADAN MUKA KAMU.

Yang Ikhlas,

P.O.T.S


Translation:

“You Chinese and Indians, don’t be so cocky. Don’t think you are so great and brilliant. Police records show – armed robberies and murders are all committed by Chinese, kidnapping dan hijacking are all by Indians. Malays, not even a single one. Don’t think your religion is so great – this is Tanah Melayu – remember that.”

Dear Encik Roslan bin Abdul Shukor,

Those were your words back when I was in Form One.

You may have forgotten them since they were so long ago.

I have not, however.

I remember them well, very well in fact.

Are those the appropriate words of a disciplinary master in a national school?

Is that the way to teach and guide innocent children?

Have you ever thought about the consequences of your hate-filled words of slander?

Actually it is clear and obvious even then, you were never interested to enforce discipline among us students.

You were only concerned about fulfilling the wishes and directives of your masters in UMNO Youth.

Your only intention was to ensure that us non-Malay kids would forever subscribe to the falsehood that is Malay Supremacy.

That is why you were always biased in your decisions and actions.

However, you were stupid and short-sighted.

I bid a casual sorry if my words are blunt but the truth needs to be told.

You never weighed the possibility that your previous non-Malay students previously poisoned by your hatred and racism would one day return to haunt you as physicians and surgeons.

Yes, indeed Encik Roslan – I am not in the dark.

Cikgu Roslan the previously arrogant and racist bastard is now afflicted with multiple health problems.

I am also aware that your kidneys are now failing to the extent that you will require dialysis soon.

Don’t you worry my beloved teacher – as an ethical doctor I will still offer you the appropriate treatment.

I hope that when you are connected to the dialysis machine for four hours three times a week, you will remember your hate-filled words of yesteryears and repent with sincerity.

As a Christian, a religion that you criticized at your whims and fancy, I forgive you for your wrongs – even those that were filled with hatred towards my ethnicity dan spiritual beliefs.

Nevertheless, allow me to express something which has been entrenched in my mind and those of my then Form One classmates.

SERVE YOU RIGHT, ENCIK ROSLAN.

SERVE YOU RIGHT.

Regards,

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Write to Thelma, not POTS

Dear POTS,

I write because I have been told that you can help.

I have been told that you have ways and means to eventually get things done your way, even bypassing the State Health Department and preventing the promotion of a HINDRAF-like character to the post of hospital director.

I am currently working with a 40-year-old MO. She is arrogant, rude and utterly stupid in terms of medical knowledge.

She shows no compassion to patients and sucks up to the boss for protection.

I try my best to practise evidence-based medicine in order to do justice for the patients under my care.

She on the other hand, practises opinion-based medicine.

Needless to say, her opinions are as good as that of a chronic MO who has tried but failed her specialty examinations.

I am outraged at the nonsense care that the patients are receiving under her care.

We even quarrel publicly in front of house officers and patients.

Please advise.


With warmest regards,

SICK OF P.I.S


Dear SOP,

I wonder why you write to me and not Thelma.

Thelma offers much better advice, especially in sensationalized sexacapes of horny Malaysian men.

My reputation is overrated - I did make life hell for a college warden back in 6th College, University Malaya by putting her ugly face on Friendster.

Apart from that, I have no great tales and achievements to boast of.

You must have mistaken me for a close friend of mine.

Anyway, I honestly believe that this monster of a colleague is not worth your time and calories.

Malaysia unfortunately, is full of such characters – people who should never have been doctors and could never have been doctors under a different system.

Do not argue with this 40-year-old spinster – you are merely wasting your saliva.

The hardest thing to change in this world is a person’s character and if I were you, I would not even try to.

Your colleague is probably suffering from low self esteem for reasons that are obvious – her failure to pass examinations, her ageing body, free-falling stock value and impending menopause.

I can give you ideas on how to play mean pranks on your enemies and make their lives miserable but that would not solve your differences with her, wouldn’t it?

Furthermore, I am trying to turn over a new leaf and just be at total peace and calm, not unlike an ostrich with its head in the sand.

You can write to the Malaysian Medical Council if you think your colleague is professionally incompetent but from personal experience, I think your time would be better off spent flying kites and watching paint dry.

I am sorry if I were not of much help.

Sincerely,

POTS

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Peace Be Unto You.

Delirious?: Majesty (Here I Am)



Here I am humbled by your Majesty,
Covered by your grace so free,
Here I am, knowing I'm a sinful man,
Covered by the blood of the Lamb,

Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine,
Since you laid down your life,
The greatest sacrifice,

Majesty, Majesty!
Your grace has found me just as I am,
Empty handed, but alive in your hands,
Majesty, Majesty,
Forever I am changed by your love,
In the presence of your Majesty,

Here I am humbled by the love that you give,
Forgiven so that I can forgive,
Here I stand, knowing that I'm your desire,
Sanctified by glory and fire,

Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine,
Since you laid down your life,
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“Bagus lagi masuk hutan”

I attended to an emergency yesterday.

When things were more calm, an old couple came up to me and enquired about a relative’s whereabouts.

“Doktor, boleh tanya, di mana si Maziah bt Ahmad (not the patient’s real name)?”

I asked a few questions and shortlisted the patient’s possible locations.

“Tunggu ah, saya bantu telefon”

I actually found the patient at first attempt.

The achievement was uncannily more uplifting than reviving a corpse.

“Mari, man, ikut saya..Sekarang masuk Hospital Queen macam masuk hutan, susah mau cari saudara kau.”

“Bagus lagi masuk hutan, doctor. Sekurang-kurangnya di hutan, saya pandai cari jalan,” was his reply.

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An Open Letter to Health Minister II: Rumah Sakit Yang Sakit

Dear Yang Berkhidmat Liow Tiong Lai,

Mr. Wong, an elderly man presented at Hospital Likas because of severe breathlessness and was found to have severe pneumonia on chest x-ray.

He was then admitted to the High Dependency Unit of Queen Elizabeth Hospital (QEH) 30 minutes away for treatment.

He improved after six days and was then transferred to the normal ward for further recuperation.

A bed was urgently needed one day later and the frail Mr. Wong was then shipped off to Hospital Bukit Padang for ‘rehabilitation’.

Alas, he did not improve but instead deteriorated.

As Hospital Bukit Padang was devoid of the necessary equipment and setup for managing emergencies and ill patients, Mr. Wong was then resent back to QEH for further management.

More tests were required and old Wong was then sent to Sabah Medical Center for a CT scan.

I’m not sure what happened to Mr. Wong thereafter.

Dear Minister,

I hope this short story did not catch you in an awkward moment as the infamous video did to your amorous predecessor.

I hate to interrupt you in the midst of your personal battle for self preservation in the increasingly irrelevant political party called MCA but the healthcare crisis in Sabah has just taken a turn for the worse.

The locals in Sabah refer to hospitals as ‘rumah sakit’ - translated literally to mean a ‘sick house’.

Increasingly, the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, the only tertiary referral center in Sabah is living up her grand title of being a sick house.

Partially shut down since September 2008, the ailing sick house of Sabah has turned critical recently, with worsening cracks and falling tiles and a real threat of frank collapse.

The older blocks nearby were declared unsafe and subsequently evacuated and shut down.

Ill and frail patients were shipped off in a frenzy like unwanted cargo to nearby centers like Hospital Bukit Padang the mental institution, Hospital Likas, and the makeshift hospital of Lingzhi Museum in Kepayan and of course, UMNO’s favourite Sabah Medical Center (SMC).

Mr. Minister of Health,

The formation of the Queen- SMC-Likas-Lingzhi-BukitPadang medical maze has brought total chaos to healthcare services in Sabah.

The docile and unassuming Sabahan patients are constantly playing a wicked game of musical chairs, being transported around from one hospital to another according to their changing healthcare needs.

There is not one single center that can address a patient as a whole.

A lady in labor will be told that she can’t do so in QEH, while a fitting patient are whisked away from Likas to QEH.

A child with a broken limb may go to SMC but the surgery can only be done in Likas.

Elderly Mr. Wong is merely one of many such victims.

Continuity of care is virtually impossible when patients are moved about every few days.

Valuable investigations and data are lost in the process of multiple transfers resulting in costly, repeated tests.

Patients have even died due to the lack of emergency equipment and the deficient setup at the peripheral wards.

You will not hear all these because your little pharaohs in the state health department have done a great job concealing negligence, mismanagement and sheer stupidity.

Medical personnel are suffering in silence too.

Doctors from house officers to specialists are rushing around the five medical centers daily, wasting precious time, fuel and energy in the process of doing so.

Medical officers have been doing eight to fifteen on-calls every month as a result of the increased locations housing the sick.

That is fifteen days away from home and family every month, mind you.

Just in case you forgot we too have young, growing kids to care for.

Absent parents do not make for good family dynamics, won’t you agree?

We are risking our lives each working day wondering if the abandoned tower block will one day collapse upon us and send us to our Maker.

Our comrades serving in Sabah Medical Center are not having it any better.

In spite of the Barisan Nasional’s grandiose publicity buzz over the RM 245 million purchase of Sabah Medical Center, the medical personnel and patients have remained mere squatters in the premises.

The medical staffs are receiving summonses so very too often as a result of limited parking space.

Those of us in surgical disciplines are working till 9 pm on Mondays to Fridays so as to optimize the operating time of our three miserable rented surgical theatres.

In the SMC wards, 4-5 patients are cramped into rooms meant for two as the hospital was built to house a capacity of 150 beds only.


Mr. Minister,

My colleagues and I cordially invite you to come and see the ground situation for yourself without a grand entourage of administrative boot-lickers.

Patients who require hospital admission have to be turned away due to the insufficiency of places.

The inpatients meanwhile are packed like sardines in the current wards, with hardly a metre of space between beds.

The situation is comparable to a Vietnamese refugee camp.

Hospital-acquired infections are the norm rather the exception.

When a patient with tuberculosis coughs his lungs out, everyone in the ward will be inhaling the highly infectious Mycobacterium.

After 50 years of independence, our ill patients who require close observation are still sharing monitors and other equipment between themselves.

Is this the standard of care that Barisan Nasional is according to Najib’s self-proclaimed fixed deposit?

Whatever happened to all the oil money that Sabah has generated for Tanah Melayu over the last 50 years?

So you see, Mr Health Minister, we don’t need more jobless house officers, more empty promises and more tasty slogans like 1Malaysia.

We need 1Hospital and 1HealthMinister who is attuned to the sufferings of the rakyat under his care.

Do and be all that even though Sabah will most likely hand Barisan Nasional another landslide victory come next general election.

With warmest regards,

Product of the System. Read more!

Childhood Dreams And The Reality Of Adulthood II: The Prodigal Grows Up

Thought you had all the answers,
To rest your heart upon,
But something happens,
Don't see it coming now,
You can't stop yourself,
Now you're out there swimming...
In the deep.
In the deep.
- In The Deep, Bird York, 2006

Her last words to me were to take care of him, not to bully him but to look out for him.

My last words to her were unbelievingly bitter and insensitive, uttered with implosive hatred and stupid teenage anger.


The years in our walk of life rush by faster than we know and would allow them to.

We lose the people we love before we’re ready to, and usually at a time and age when we need them the most.

We sincerely want to repay the generosity and kindness we’ve received in life, and yet our struggles with daily survival get in the way.

Before we know it, something happens to the ones we love.

We are left helplessly lost, stuck and stranded in a place far and away.

Life keeps tumbling your heart in circles,
Till you let go,
Till you shed your pride,
And you climb to heaven,
And you throw yourself off,
Now you're out there spinning...
Now you're out there spinning...
In the deep.
In the deep.

It’s yet another sleepless night in the clinic, not because it was busy but because insomnia has trailed me here as well.

I counseled an asthmatic, drained a thigh abscess and reassured and anxious father, among others.

He called me up but I was not free.

The disappointment in his voice was palpable.

I promised to call back and I did so but reached his voice mail instead.

This cycle has been going on for quite a while now.

Our days of swimming and getting sunburn are gone now, the silly drives past funeral parlors at night also.

I won’t forget his tears when I left home to serve needy strangers across the South China Sea.

His phone call on my first day here were desperate pleas to come home.

I’ve saved strangers and relieved much pain here.

I could not mend his betrayed trust though.

What’s the point of saving strangers around you when your own loved ones are in pain and emotional distress?

In the silence,
All your secrets will raise their worried heads,
Well, you can pin yourself back together,
To who you thought you were.
Now you're out there living…
In the deep.
In the deep.

Have I made inroads in my medical career so far?

Yes, and quite certainly too.

Perhaps even to the envy of some senior colleagues.

Am I appreciative of the opportunities I have received in life?

Obviously and so much more reason to fight for social justice and greater equity for the poor and downtrodden.

Do I realize that I am greatly and wonderfully blessed?

Definitely and with great thanksgiving to the Almighty God.

Can I blame anyone anywhere for the mess that I feel I have created?

No, the prodigal has come of age but remains a prodigal still.

To my loved ones whom I left behind, I am truly sorry.

Now you're out there spinning...
Now you're out there swimming...
Now you're out there spinning...
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep.
In the deep...


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Childhood Dreams And The Reality of Adulthood

I haven't seen your face around
Since I was a kid
You're bringing back those memories
Of the things that we did
You're hangin round
And climbing trees
Pretending to fly
D'Yer wanna be a spaceman
And live in the sky

- D'Yer wanna be a spaceman, By Oasis, 1994.

I had a long chat with a colleague yesterday, someone I do not meet regularly or even call up occasionally.

We went through housemanship together where we endured the nags and outbursts so commonplace in obstetrics and gynaecology.

Our paths had hardly crossed since then.

Life is such that there will be those whom we meet everyday but find little in common, and then there are those whom we meet once in ages and still realize we have much that we share in thoughts and views.


“POTS, do you realize that the more we progress in our medical career, the less option we seem to have?” he said.

His statement reminded me of the 1994 hit song by the now-defunct rock band Oasis.

It was also a stark reminder of how far I and We and probably most of us have strayed from our original passion and childhood dreams.

At the height of my STPM exams, I kneeled and prayed and ask God for a shot in medical school.

The enthusiasm of doing missionary work in wretched nations torn by war and strife was burning within me then.

In the final years of medical school, I made grandiose plans to sit for the USMLE, PLAB or AMC exam, or all of them, hoping to make groundbreaking contributions in healthcare and medicine.

Now all I want to do is to make money and provide a comfortable life for my family.


You got how many bills to pay
And how many kids
And you forgot about
The things that we did
The town where we're living
Has made you a man
And all of your dreams
Are washed away in the sand

- D'Yer wanna be a spaceman, 2nd verse, Oasis, 1994.


I looked through some old photo albums of the family not too long ago.

At age 16, my dear father cycled from Batu Gajah to Sitiawan as part of his criteria of attaining the King Scout award.

Last year at age 60, he spent Christmas playing Solitaire on his desktop.

I am sure he has dreams and wishes somewhere deep within him but if he had any, he isn’t expressing them.

I wish he would, because I would do anything to see them come true.

My sister the high achiever can achieve anything she put her heart and mind into.

Somewhere between graduating summa cum laude from university, one rocky marriage and a few tyrant bosses, her dreams of revolutionizing the Malaysian healthcare system from within the system went up in flames.

Out of civil service and with two young children now, she’s content just being a responsible mother and peace-making wife.

Well it's alright
It's alright
Who are you and me to say
What's wrong and what's right
Do you still feel like me
We sit down here
And we shall see
We can talk
And find common ground
And we can just forget
About feeling down
We can just forget
About life in this town.

- D'Yer wanna be a spaceman, Chorus, Oasis, 1994.


My friend from secondary school days, Lee had this to message me the other day:
“Sometimes I feel like giving up on job, God, girl and all.”

It was a message one would never have expected from him, a person more fondly remembered to be the life of the party and a genius in his own rights.

These days, Lee sends me hollow, single-worded replies in SMSes.

I still think he’d one day be a successful paediatrician, but for now he is another dejected soul guessing over the life that could have been if he had left for Singapore after STPM.


It's funny how your dreams

Change as you're growing old
You don't wanna be no spaceman
You just want the gold
All the dream stealers
Are lying in wait
But if you wanna be a spaceman
It's still not too late

- D'Yer wanna be a spaceman, Final Verse, Oasis, 1994.

Someone very dear to me has all but given up her dreams of cruising the open seas and opening a kindergarten.

She spent a large period of her youth caring for an ill mother, and thereafter poured in a tremendous amount of effort rehabilitating patients incapacitate by stroke and Alzheimer’s disease.

Now stricken by endometriosis, she’s spending a great sum just trying to get pregnant.

Her self image has taken a blow, especially when she’s surrounded by baby-bloomers who seem to reproduce so very effortlessly.

Is this what life does to us as we grow up and age?

Maybe this all is all God’s plans – personal tragedies, familial diseases and financial struggles.

If it is, should I then abide by it or swim against the flow just as I have done my whole life?

Well it's alright
And It's alright
Who are you and me to say
What's wrong and what's right
Do you still feel like me
We sit down here
And we shall see
We can talk
And find common ground
And we can just forget
About feeling down
We can just forget
About life in this town.

- D'Yer wanna be a spaceman, Oasis, 1994.


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I’m not and neither are you.

I’m not a Muslim, Christian or Jew, just a sinner saved by grace.

I’m not Malay, Chinese or bumiputera, just a prodigal in search of my niche.

I’m not a learned doctor with gifted healing hands, just another mortal who bleeds and grieves.

I’m not depressed, deranged or even remotely disenchanted; I’m just posing questions unto the heavens.

I’m not anti-government or pro-opposition, just a lover of justice and hater of corruption.

I’m not a rumor monger or doomsday prophet, just a self-appointed whistle blower.

I’m not a slanderous rebel blogger with an open identity, just a restless soul drinking from my cup.

You’re not special in the strictest sense of the word, just a person born into a certain skin and creed.

You’re not the Holy Father or a bona fide martyr, just a hypocritical phony who’s misleading millions.

You’re not afflicted, handicapped or even imperfect, just an individual among many others carrying one’s cross.

You’re not immortal or the least invincible, just a fat-ass pseudo-surgeon who will die like the patients you transformed into vegetables.

You’re not the democratically elected leader of an apartheid nation, just a horny old man who denied any involvement with a voluptuous Mongolian model.

You’re not insignificant or fighting a lost cause, just a drop of goodness making its ripples.

You’re not better off or worse than your brother, just blessed in the bittersweet manner of the Lord our God.

You’re not lost on a one way street to nowhere, at least not any more than how I am currently.


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The Beginning of the End?

Just as I had expected, treatment of my recently diagnosed medical condition has turned me into a dull and stoned person if not already, prior to this.

I have been struggling to think and write but each time the blank page of Microsoft Word appears, my goes as blank as the white screen.

There is no motivation to pen my thoughts, no drive to make any shocking exposẻ and no irritation to the things that usually drive me up the wall.

Is this the beginning of the end of POTS?

Or is this the beginning of another beginning, one with a more subdued and mellow version of myself?

Was all my supposed righteous rebellion the result of misguided neurons instead of an inherent sense of right and wrong?

Am I now my true self, the personality I am suppose to possess all this while without the influence of a deranged physiology?

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Hari Malaysia Ke-46: Bangkitlah Anak Sabah!

Kepada anak watan Negeri Di Bawah Bayu,

Apabila jam melimpasi pukul 12 malam ini, negeri Sabah akan meraikan Hari Malaysia yang ke-46 sempena penyertaan Sabah dan Sarawak untuk menubuhkan negara persekutuan bernama Malaysia.

Persoalaan saya kepada anda sekalian, patutkah penduduk Sabah merayakan ulang tahun acara tesebut?

Seperti mana yang saya difahamkan, Sabah dan Sarawak tidak menyertai sebuah kerajaan yang sedia wujud.

Dalam ’20 Point Agreement’ yang disediakan menjelang September 16, 1963, Sabah bukanlah semata-mata sebuah daripada 14 negeri dalam Malaysia malah bersama-sama Sarawak, Singapura dan Semenanjung Malaya, Sabah merupakan sebahagian daripada empat tonggak yang membentuk negara Malaysia.

Oleh itu, Sabah telah dijanjikan kuasa autonomi dalam pelbagai aspek.

Antaranya termasuklah pentadbiran dalam isu-isu kewarganegaraan, imigresen, pendidikan, kewangan, sumber-sumber asas, kerajaan tempatan dan perkhidmatan awam.

Cuba fikirlah anak Sabah sekalian.

Adakah kerajaan persekutuan UMNO/Barisan Nasional memenuhi janji-janji yang terkandung dalam persetujuan 20 Point Agreement tersebut?

Adakah Sabah merdeka dan berkuasa muktmad dalam isu-isu kewarganegaraan?

Lihatkah sekeliling Sabah dan hayatilah dengan mata sendiri kesan-kesan Projek IC yang dilancarkan Mahathir Mohammad.

Tidaklah saudara marah dan terkilan melihat mereka yang berbangsa Filipina, Indonesia dan Pakistan menerima kewarganegaraan dan bersama-samanya hak-hak istimewa bumiputera Sabah?

Pelancong asing dari sepelosok dunia melawat Sabah dan terpikat dengan keindahan Gunung Kinabalu dan kepelbagaian flora dan fauna laut Pulan Sipadan.

Mereka ini cukup kagum dengan pembangunan yang pesat di sekitar Kota Kinabalu di mana hotel-hotel berbintang lima berbaris di seluruh kota raya.

Akan tetapi, berapa banyakkah anak Sabah yang berpeluang untuk menikmati pembangunan dan keistimewaan semula jadi negeri mereka sendiri?

Kos yang diperlukan untuk memanjat Gunung Kinabalu ataupun menyelam di Pulau Sipadan kini melonjat sehingga satu tahap yang di luar kemampuan kebanyakan penduduk Sabah.

Banggakah sekalian semua akan hakikat ini?

Kekayaan negeri Sabah kini dinikmati croni-croni UMNO/BN serta orang asing yang berada.

Pemuda-pemudi Sabah pula terus meringkuk dalam kemiskinan malah masih banyak yang tidak berpendidikan dan berkahwin dalam umur belasan tahun.

Anak muda juga tidak berkemahiran dan kalaupun ada, sukar mencari peluang pekerjaan.

Adakah ini sesuatu pencapaian yang patut diraikan esok?

Sekolah-sekolah sekitar Sabah masih seperti zaman batu.

Banyak lagi yang tidak tidak dilengkapi kerusi meja, elektrik, air mahupun papan tulis dan tenaga pengajar.

Akibatnya, generasi Sabah yang akan datang akan tetap seperti moyang mereka yang jahil tanpa mobilti social.

Di manakah autonomi pendidikan yang dijanjikan pada September 16, 1963?

Kebodohan rakyat Sabah memilih UMNO sebagai kerajaan negeri berkali-kali telah secara tidak langsung mengetepikan anak Sabah sendiri.

Perkhidmatan awam negeri Sabah kini dikuasai mereka yang berbangsa istimewa dari seberang Laut Cina Selatan.

Pejabat-pejabat kerajaan sekitar Sabah kebanyakannya di bawah pentadbiran orang-orang Semenanjung yang tidak mengenali Sabah serta keperluan rakyatnya.

Ke mana pergikah pemimpin-pemimpin UMNO/BN yang dipilih oleh para pengundi Sabah dalam pilihanraya demi pilihanraya?

Politikus ini sudah memperbodoh rakyat Sabah dan masing-masing meragut kesempatan untuk meningkatkan kekayaan dan harta sendiri!

Ke mana perginya sumber-sumber asas negeri Sabah yang berlambak-lambak sebelum ini?

Dari balak ke minyak dan ikan ke batu karang, kekayaan negeri Sabah telah dieksploitasi dengan melampau sekali.

Si bodoh seperti Bung Mokhtar dan Pandikar Amin tidak segan mempamerkan korupsi masing-masing manakala rakyat jelata tiada hospital umum untuk mendapatkan rawatan apabila sakit tenat.

Jadi, bangga lagikah pasal kesampaian tarikh Sept 16 esok?

Saya menyeru rakyat Sabah untuk tidak lagi menuduh pengundi hantu berbangsa Filipina.

Sememangnya, parti perkauman bergelar UMNO gemar menawarkan wang dan kad pengenalan untuk membeli undi-undi orang asing.

Namun, rakyat Sabah tidak lagi dapat menafikan peranan mereka dalam politik wang.

Sekiranya ‘Sabahan’ sekalian ingin terus terkongkong dalam korupsi parti buli bernama UMNO, silakan menyambut September 16 dengan bangga hati.

Silakan mengundi UMNO pada pilihan raya akan datang.
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University Days: The Years I Slept Near A Surau

It was 5.30 am on a Sunday morning.

I was awake, not by effort or by consent but by chance.

It was the call of the azan coming from the college surau.


I had slept for less than three hours.

It was okay.

For five years I woke up intermittently up to the call to worship.

Mostly I went back to sleep.

Sometimes I could not.

Sometimes, it was the perfect way to be the early bird that catches the worm.

On Fridays, I would sometimes listen to the sermon coming from the mosque right next to University Malaya Medical Center.

There was little one else can do on a Friday afternoon.

The college rooms were stuffy and permeated with a stench of sweat-soaked socks.

Studying medical textbooks on a seething afternoon in such conditions were not possible for me.

It didn’t help too that the loudspeakers of the mosque faced my room directly.

Anyway, these were sermons delivered by UMNO-appointed imams.

I had grown accustomed to the hatred and anger in some sermons.

Among the usual Jew-bashing and anti-America overture, there were occasional reminders of how Malay and Islamic supremacy were supposedly under threat from the kafir population in Malaysia.

Anyway, I lived with five years of 200-decibel azan calls and Friday sermons teeming with xenophonic tones - just like so many non-Muslim students in public universities all over Malaysia.

It didn’t make me a lesser Christian.


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University Days: The Day I Was Declared Indecent

It was a day like any other, or so I thought.

We came back from swimming like we always did.

Our hair was still drenched and irritatingly grassy from the heavily chlorinated water of the UM swimming pool, except for Wong of course because he had no hair then.

We wasted no time and headed for the canteen.

My friends and I always had our forks and spoons in our swimming bags.

Mine was normally tucked comfortably between a worn swimming trunk and a used towel.

We made our way to the food counter in the canteen, preparing our student cards in order to collect food.


It was normally deep-fried catfish on Fridays.

The incredibly obese and bespectacled mak cik was seated as usual by the counter, halfheartedly and nonchalantly checking the students’ cards while giving a pleasant greeting.

I always appreciated her efforts to be nice and kind.

There was something different about today though.

A young Malay lass with no tudung was standing by mak cik, her arms folded across her chest in an authoritative position.

I have come to learn of this lady as a newly appointed hostel warden.

She aged no more than 24 years.

In other words, she was much younger than some of us final year students then.

She was a failed government scholar pursuing a trainee lecturer course with UM.

From afar, I could see her reprimanding some students, both Muslims and non-Muslims alike.

Some headed back to their rooms without food.

I wondered why.

We found out soon enough.

By the time our turns came to collect food, the six of us experienced Islamic hypocrisy of the highest degree.

We were chided for wearing sandals and short pants.

One of us was told off for wearing a sleeveless shirt.

We were told that our dressing was indecent and unacceptable for a Muslim nation.

Our behavior and noncompliance to the new college dressing rules was deemed unbecoming.

Our manner of dressing was allegedly promoting immoral activities within the college and posed a challenge to the Islamic faith.

We were threatened with expulsion and disciplinary action.

After a brief but lasting tongue lashing, we were sent to our rooms for a change of attire.

By then, my friends and I were already more than pissed, our appetite gone for a good reason.

We ended up eating in section 17, treating ourselves to a truly porky meal and the pleasures that came with it.

For the rest of the year, students were held and disciplined for trivial reasons like pants that hang more than two inches above the knees and sandals that do not cover enough of the feet.

All students who wanted to eat after were required to be in a ‘decent’ attire befitting of an Islamic country, even if one was soaked with sweat or feeling mighty hot after evening sports.

Meanwhile, the male wardens and their student friends continued smoking and puffing and littering cigarette buds around the hostel.

The free-hair lady warden too continued exerting her ruthless reign over students much older than her.

It was just another day in the premier university of negarakuku.
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University Days: The Day I Discovered Malaysia Has No Hope

It was initially just another Wednesday evening in 6th College, University Malaya.

I went for a swim with my friends and came back for another college dinner – fried hypothyroid chicken with sour, half-cooked vegetables.

We had a chat after our meal and made our way back to our rooms.

Along the corridor were anti-semitic posters put up by some Muslim students.

On them were the usual messages of how the Zionists were murdering innocent Palestine children and how the umat could help by boycotting Jewish products ranging from Kit Kat to Coca Cola, if these were even Jewish to begin with.

The posters did not carry any stamp to indicate approval from the university authorities.

A friend of mine wasn’t having his best days of life.

He took one brief look at the poster and tore it off the wall.

It was to be a mistake he would never forget.

Neither would I.

Later that night about 10 pm after the evening prayers, I had a visitation.

There were loud bangs on the door with shouts of 'buka pintu'.

The visitors were not Marfanoid aliens and greenish Martians or horrifying beasts with tentacles but no less terrifying anyhow.

At the doorway were a group of about seven Muslim students clad in long, flowing robes and white skull caps with six-inch beards for completion.

Apparently someone had thought that I was the one behind the removal of the anti-semitic poster.

I was led behind the hostel, where it was dark and secluded.

Thus began an orgy of racial supremacy and religious dominance.

The seven of them surrounded me and started hurling verbal abuses without prior clarification whether I was indeed the culprit.

They said I was ungrateful and unpatriotic and anti-Islam.

I was shoved back and forth and held by my collar.

One of them puffed a mouthful of kretek into my face.

Another challenged me to go back to China and India.

Somewhere between ‘pukimak’ and ‘babi Cina’, the hostel warden intervened and I was finally allowed to talk.

In the presence of the warden, the Islamists were as timid as a mouse and as gentle as a lamb.

I clarified to the warden that I was not the one they were looking for and had nothing to do with the act of removing any anti-Jewish posters.

They then turned their efforts into hunting for my friend and repeated the whole cycle of verbal harassment and threats of violence.

My friend and I were allowed to retreat to our rooms only at about 3 am.

That was the day I knew Malaysia had no hope.

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I Choose Ethics

Not too long ago, I was doing locum in a clinic in Kampung Air, Kota Kinabalu.

The deal was from 8 am till 5 pm, so RM 40 X 9 hours = RM 360.

It’s not much for a day’s work but it’s definitely more than the wage for a cashier in a KFC restaurant.

The day started like any other general practice.

Common things were common and in fact in abundance – upper respiratory tract infections, food poisoning, skin rashes, STDs and more STDs.

However, the situation became fishy when patients started turning up with medications that were not in their medical records.

A schoolgirl with recent food poisoning came back with severe bloating and constipation, her hands clutching some residual Lomotil and doxycyline.

Her clinic notes by another doctor showed that she was supposed to receive only oral rehydration salts and charcoal tablets.

A young man with common cold whom I had just discharged with symptomatic treatment came back into the room furious, asking why he was given the antibiotics.

He was dispensed Flagyl, an antibiotic usually reserved for anaerobic and protozoal infections.

An elderly Filipino lady with a fungal skin rash was outraged because she was charged an exorbitant sum for a treatment that didn’t work.

In her clinic notes one week earlier, the previous locum doctor had prescribed antifungal cream only.

However, she was sent home with the antiviral acyclovir five times daily and a potent steroid cream.

It wasn’t long before I discovered the culprit behind all this nonsense.

The clinic receptionist – she was not even a nurse proper, was dispensing poisons as she liked.

In her warped and twisted little mind, the locum doctors were less experienced as she was and the doctors’ treatment plans were not bringing sufficient profits to the clinic.

Much to my horror, I soon discovered she was handing out allopurinol for simple arthralgia and double antibiotics for a mother with possible dengue hemorrhagic fever.

Babies with mild cough were given the potent antitussives pholcodeine and dextromethorphan.

It’s not often I blow my top but on this occasion, my patience reached its limits.

I gave a stern warning that if she continued changing my medications and endangering patients at her whim and fancy, I will walk out and leave the clinic without a locum doctor.

She continued in her unrepentant ways and I walked out – less than two hours into the locum.

Between money and ethics, I choose ethics.

Better to live with less money than to suffer the knowing that one’s next meal was bought at the expense of patients’ health.

In Islamic terms, one’s earnings are haram.

The last I heard, the clinic is still continuing its wayward practices.

The clinic owner has since been charged for illegal possession and distribution of psychotropic medications but that did not discourage the doctor and his staff from a tradition of deception.

While the Ministry of Health is obsessed about the size of clinic doors and the measurements of its examination rooms, clinics like this continue to flourish from ripping off one’s hard-earned money, causing unmeasured harm and morbidity in the process.

P/S: This is not a tall tale of holier-than-thou self-righteousness. To all fellow locum doctors out there, let us all preserve whatever is left of the integrity in the medical profession. Let’s boycott damn clinics like the one I mentioned. It’s the least we could do for the society.

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Ukrainian CPR, Russian Life Support and The Boris Yeltsin Classification of Heart Failure V: A Final and Total Closure.

I’d like to pick up from where I left four months ago.

I have been working closely with many Russian and Ukrainian graduates over the last four months.


If I had been negatively and unfairly biased against any of my house officers at any time, may lightning strike me dead this very moment.

My conscience is clear in that I have treated each of my house officer with equality and justice.

A senior clinician has requested my help in submitting a report on the competency of Russian and Ukrainian graduates to Ismail Merican, Director-General of the Ministry of Health, Malaysia.

Seemingly, news of incompetent house officers have caught the attention of Ismail Merican and he is seriously considering derecognition of degrees from the institutions concerned.

I did not write that report.

I was too caught up in my personal affairs to write an official report on a topic so wide with so many confounding factors.

Nevertheless, my final stand after four months of quiet contemplation remains the same:
• The Russian and Ukrainian universities are providing substandard medical education to Malaysian students

• The MIC and its unscrupulous agents have effectively destroyed the future of thousands of young Malaysians aspiring to be doctors by cheating them into Ukrainian degree mills like CSMU

• The majority of graduates from Russian and Ukrainian institutions are indeed lacking in skills and knowledge. The competent and truly qualified graduates will unfortunately suffer the stigma resulting from their underachieving peers.

• Attitude goes a long way and will ultimately determine one’s competency as a clinician.

Speaking of attitude, it really doesn’t help when one hears from such a stupid and arrogant doctor:

“I am a Russian grad. All I can say say is that I am competent.I wanna do surgery but my MO always asks me questions that do not reflect practise like what class of antibiotic is this and this? Who cares? Just give the god damn antibiotic - the patient needs it. And then asking me about ABG interpretation. Hey - just give some oxygen, why the fuss on ABG? When I transfused a patient with 13.0 level of HB - my MO went mad. I’m like huh? The normal level is 15 - so i topped him up.

In short - I think we can learn more if these MOs let us do more and stop asking irrelevant questions. They wont even let me insert a central line-so how am i gonna learn??? Instead of teaching me - they ask me about anatomy.

I am so sick of this -why must Russian grads be treated so bad?”

Anonymous, July 22 2009, 5.29 pm.


At the same time, I also do not condone emotionally-charged comments such as this written by a very frustrated longtime friend of mine:

“Obviously if you don't know what class an antibiotic is, how to intepret an ABG, your anatomy or what the big fuss is all about transfusing a patient with Hb=13, you simply don't deserve to practise medicine. You are worse than a Form 5 student. Medicine is not a profession that you can do whatever you like with the patients, thinking that if you can operate on a patient you are a great doctor. If you still don't see my point, you are just too stupid to be a doctor.

Mind you, anonymous...I will say it again (and I don't regret it), you are just too stupid to be a doctor. Just go flush your face in the toilet bowl. If you guys don't know simple things like your anatomy after going through 5 years in medical school, there's essentially nothing more you guys can learn even if you were given the opportunity to learn.”

AK, August 2 2009, 11.57 PM

This will be the last article I’ll be writing on Russian and Ukrainian graduates.

This very eventful topic of unwantedcitizen.blogspot.com will come to final and total closure hereafter.

You may now direct your curses and threats to the nearest brick wall.

Thank you.

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Bangkitlah Melayu!

Pada 15 April 2009, akhbar Utusan Malaysia dalam halaman utama telah menyeru rakyat Malaysia yang berbangsa Melayu untuk ‘bangkit dan bersatu dalam berhadapan dengan tuntutan kaum lain yang kini dilihat semakin keterlaluan’.

Sahabat sekalian yang berbangsa Melayu,

Bangkitlah daripada tidur lena anda selama 50 tahun kemerdekaan negara kita daripada jajahan British.

Nescaya selepas setengah abad bawah kepemimpinan UMNO, bangsa Melayu yang bijaksana mampu mengesan budaya penipuan dan omong-omong kosong kerajaan Barisan Nasional.

Sehingga bila negara Malaysia kita perlu berbau perkauman dalam semua aspek kehidupan kita sebagai rakyat biasa?

Rata-rata kita sebagai anak Malaysia sama ada Melayu, Cina, India atau Kadazandusunmurut adalah penyayang keamanan tanpa sebarang kepentingan politik.

Tanpa mengira warna kulit mahupun kepercayaan agama, kebanyakan kita sebagai rakyat biasa hanya berhasrat untuk membina keluarga masing-masing supaya anak-anak kita menjadi individu yang berakhlak dan berguna di dunia ini kelak.

Tiada sebarang kaum yang tengah berkomplot untuk menindas mana-mana komuniti yang lain.

Pendek kata, ahli-ahli politik Barisan Nasional yang diketuai UMNO telah mengeksploitasikan paranoia golongan Melayu untuk kepentingan diri dan kroni masing-masing.

Sampai bilakah warga Melayu rela dijerat dalam ugutan palsu ciptaan politikus hipokrit Barisan Nasional?

Daripada tanah air yang berpotensi dan kaya dengan sumber semula jadi dan bekalan tenaga manusia berbilang kaum yang berkaliber, negara Malaysia kini semakin tercemar dan tandus.

Negara Malaysia tercemar bukan hanya alam persekitaran fizikalnya malah dari segi kemasyarakatan di mana jenayah ganas semakin berleluasa dan gejala sosial semakin di luar kawalan.

Ibu pertiwi kita ketandusan bukan sahaja dari segi penyalahgunaan wang rakyat dan pembaziran sumber bumi tetapi juga dalam bentuk ‘brain drain’.

Sejak Mei 13 1969, Malaysia dianggarkan telah kehilangan sebanyak dua juta tenaga professional dan intelektual daripada semua kaum kepada negara asing di seberang Selat Tebrau.

Anak-anak Malaysia yang telah berhijrah ini tidak sama sekali patut dituduh sebagai penderhaka negara yang tiada semangat kenegaraan dan jati diri.

Sebagai pengerusi Pemuda UMNO pada tahun 1987, Perdana Menteri Najib Razak telah menyeru ahli-ahli UMNO untuk membasahkan keris dengan darah Cina.

Budaya mengugut dan melancarkan keganasan atas masyarakat minoriti Malaysia ini kian menjadi tradisi UMNO.

Pada tahun 2004-2005, perwakilan di perhimpunan agung tahunan UMNO telah berikrar untuk menonjolkan kewiraan Melayu jati dan bermandi darah menentang masyarakat bukan Melayu.

Kempen menabur perasaan benci dan curiga terhadap masyrakat bukan Melayu semakin hangat semenjak pilihan raya Mac 2008. Parti UMNO kerap kali menyebarkan desas-desus yang tidak berasas dengan tujuan UMNO akan sekali lagi menerima sokongan pengundi Melayu.

Warga Melayu Muslim yang ikhlas dan berpegang teguh kepada ajaran agama perlu bersatu, bangkit dan menolak ketagihan keganasan yang semakin menular dalam parti yang memperlihatkan dirinya sebagai penyelamat ugama, bangsa dan negara.

Sebab mengapakah masyarakat Melayu Malaysia terus bergantung pada Dasar Ekonomi Baru (DEB) apabila bangsa Melayu secara semula jadi adalah bangsa yang gagah dan berbakat yang lebih daripada mampu untuk berjuang di persada antarabangsa?

Sejak 1970, DEB bukan sahaja gagal membanteras kemiskinan di negara kita tanpa mengira kaum malah telah meluaskan lagi jurang pendapatan dalam setiap komuniti masing-masing.

Melayu yang kaya dan berkepentingan politik dalam UMNO semakin berada dengan kontrak and tender lumayan manakala Melayu yang miskin semakin terdesak dalam kehidupan harian.

Cina yang berharta dengan talian MCA semakin meluas monopoli mereka sementara Cina yang berkeperluan terus dinafikan peluang walaupun hanya untuk menjadi empunya tanah kecil yang didiami bertahun-tahun di kampung-kampung baru tersusun.

Masyarakat bumiputera Sabah yang papa sejak turun temurun terus tertinggal dalam alaf baru tanpa akses kepada perkhidmatan kesihatan manakala ahli politik yang bernama Pairin dan Ongkili berjuang sesama diri untuk diberikan kuasa dan kedudukan yang lebih.

Sememangnya, DEB bukan sahaja gagal menjadi pemangkin mobiliti golongan miskin malah menjadi batu penghalang kepada pencapaian dan keupayaan Melayu sejagat.

Tanpa pertandingan terbuka yang sihat dan adil, anak-anak Melayu dari segenap lapisan masyarakat sama ada pelajar sekolah mahupun professor universiti semakin leka sebagai jaguh kampung tanpa sebarang motivasi dan tekanan untuk mencabar wilayah selain Tanah Melayu.

Seruan untuk membubarkan DEB daripada pelbagai pihak bukanlah untuk merencatkan pembangunan masyarakat Melayu sebaliknya menyediakan komuniti ini untuk menghadapi dunia pasca moden yang tiada sempadan.

Pembaziran aset nasional oleh perompak Barisan Nasional atas nama Dasar Ekonomi Baru ini tidak boleh berlanjutan lagi.

Ibu pertiwi kita bukanlah lombong minyak yang tidak terhad.

Sedarkah Melayu sekalian identiti Melayu bumiputera semakin dicabuli oleh opportunis yang hanya bergelar Melayu semata-mata kerana mereka mengidamkan hak-hak istimewa bumiputera?

Kaum India-Muslim mamak seperti menteri besar palsu Perak, Mohd Zambry Abdul Kadeer dan bekas Perdana Menteri Dr. Mahathir Mohamad bukan saja berlambak-lambak di dalam parti UMNO malah menerajui kedudukan yang berkuasa di peringkat negara.

Dalam keghairahan untuk terus berkuasa dan memperkaya diri dan kroni, UMNO tidak ragu-ragu menggadaikan identiti Melayu sejati.

Dari Selangor ke Sabah, warga Indonesia, Filipina dan Pakistan dikurniakan kad pengenalan Malaysia dan seterusnya mengisytiharkan diri masing-masing sebagai bumiputera Melayu pada hal mereka hanya berminat untuk menerima ‘hak-hak istimewa’ yang terkandung dalam Dasar Ekonomi Baru.

Saudara-saudari yang berbangsa Melayu,

Bangkitlah engkau untuk menentang mereka yang mencuri dan memperbodoh identiti Melayu dan bukan mereka yang berganding bahu untuk membangunkan ibu pertiwi kita.

Bangkitlah anda semua untuk mengusir mereka yang menyamar sebagai penyelamat umat Islam tetapi mengamalkan budaya dan aksi keganasan yang bertentangan dengan agama Islam.

Bangkitlah bersama-sama mereka yang meskipun kafir dan bukan bumiputera Melayu tetapi sayang akan negara Malaysia kita dan menggembleng tenaga untuk mewujudkan suatu negara Malaysia yang benar-benar adil, makmur dan saksama.

Seperti mana Tok Guru Nik Aziz Nik Mat berkata, “Kita semua adalah anak Adam”.

Sekian.

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Ukrainian CPR, Russian Life Support and the Boris Yeltsin Classification of Heart Failure IV: Pak Abu Dies

Pak Abu passed on today.

Take a guess why.

It’s all in the ABCs of basic resuscitation.

Someone did not ask for senior assistance when Pak Abu went into distress.

Someone forgot to clear the bloody secretions.

Someone did cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her own without addressing the ‘P’ of CPR.

Pak Abu survived open heart surgery.

Pak Abu pulled through a major abdominal surgery.

Pak Abu cheated death twice, the second time just barely.

Pak Abu worked hard his entire life to send his eldest son to study medicine in Monash, Australia.

His son will now graduate without a father by his side on graduation day.

Pak Abu was a great man in his own right but not great enough to survive that someone from CSMU.

That someone could have called for help but she didn’t.

Perhaps that is why there would be a funeral for Pak Abu tomorrow.

Rest in peace, Pak Abu.

See you at the crossroads.

Epilogue:
To my dear readers from the Russian and Ukrainian medical schools, this short article would have served its purpose if you are outraged after reading it. May your anger and rage be translated into a greater determination for self improvement as opposed to running down the critics and skeptics around you. I am speaking to myself as I write so.

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