Tuesday, April 30, 2013

GE 13

A deluge of flags
All along the divider
Festive mood in air

Promises abound
Slogans and manifesto
To draw the voters

We shall cast our vote
According to our choice
To rule for five years

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Tampin, the border town.

On Saturday 27 April, I drove to Tampin, a town on the border between Negri Sembilan and Melaka, to attend a wedding invitation of my cousin's daughter. I passed by that town last Christmas Day on my way to Melaka, also to attend a wedding invitation. I used to go to Tampin when I was staying in Rembau during my days in Standard Six at the Lower School of King George V in Seremban. Every month I had to go to Tampin to buy a monthly bus pass since I had to travel from Rembau to Seremban during the week days to go to school.
                     It was then in 1957, the year when Malaya became Independent. Compared to now, Tampin is almost unrecognizable, due to the rapid growth , thus benefitting the townsfolk of Tampin. Tampin used to have its share of padi-fields and my late uncle used to operate a small rice-mill  because there was a demand for it. Nowadays you can hardly see any padi field around Tampin, and the spread of the town is filled up mainly by housing projects or shop-houses.
                   The road leading to my cousin's house is so narrow that on my way back, I had to back-track because there were many cars coming in the opposite direction, and the Rela guys simply had no idea of controlling the traffic coming in. I had to take detour and just managed to get out in time before the traffic got worse. I realised that the housing project which was developed by my cousin was on the fringe of what was a New Village. I suppose even Tampin had a traffic jam in town, especially during week-ends. That goes to show the unanticipated growth of a border town.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Seeing the future

I met an old friend at the mall on Tuesday 23 April after a long time and as expected he was updating me on the current goings on with regard to the election campaign. He goes back to Kota Bharu almost every week, because he is busy looking after his eight horses.
          He told me how childish the election campaigns were in Kelantan and I could well guess what he was talking about. But so far I have not been to any political rally because there is none around my area as yet. However the outcome of the coming election for my constituency is almost predictable and thus one can figure out who is going to win since the demographics is very clear. But the most important thing for me is that whichever side is going to form the next government, the political future cannot be regarded as a gamble. There is simply too much at stake. We must ensure that the future must be a better one than now. We cannot afford to throw money as if they grow on trees. What we need is a growing economy to sustain the growing population and the distributive growth must be shared equally by all.

Tuesday, April 09, 2013


It was one evening
When tranquility shattered
A looming dark cloud

Like a ton of bricks
Descending on my senses
A painful feeling