tired
and when you're out there without care
yes I was out of touch
but it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much
does that make me crazy?
possibly
-Gnarls Barkley, Crazy
Recently I found comfort in watching the news in languages that I don't (and can't) understand.
News delivered in Tamil or Mandarin to be exact.
Somehow by watching either the two, once again I can stomach the nauseating chicken shit national news, although images of the scandal-infested politicians and propagandists confirmed my convictions of what I actually was trying to avoid to know in the first place.
And yet the sound coming from the tube consoles me that the world is not on mute, like a form of escapism from the reality, as if I can really escape the news if it's delivered in languages I don't speak.
We're not watching a Mafia drama, but of which the fate of our nation lies in their dirty hands. And the way that the newscaster delivers the news deliver it so nonchalantly made me furious somehow I felt that all of us had been cheated from the truth.
Their casual manner bothers me.
And to digest the stories with their escaping eyes of is almost becoming a sensational theory but, a conclusion that we as the people are desperate to draw as the pinch is felt while we need to move on with our lives.
Much to my dismay how can "all of them" stoop so low remains something that I can't fathom, be in my habitually spoken languages or even other language.
The shock and horror of the nation is universally understood.
News delivered in Tamil or Mandarin to be exact.
Somehow by watching either the two, once again I can stomach the nauseating chicken shit national news, although images of the scandal-infested politicians and propagandists confirmed my convictions of what I actually was trying to avoid to know in the first place.
And yet the sound coming from the tube consoles me that the world is not on mute, like a form of escapism from the reality, as if I can really escape the news if it's delivered in languages I don't speak.
We're not watching a Mafia drama, but of which the fate of our nation lies in their dirty hands. And the way that the newscaster delivers the news deliver it so nonchalantly made me furious somehow I felt that all of us had been cheated from the truth.
Their casual manner bothers me.
And to digest the stories with their escaping eyes of is almost becoming a sensational theory but, a conclusion that we as the people are desperate to draw as the pinch is felt while we need to move on with our lives.
Much to my dismay how can "all of them" stoop so low remains something that I can't fathom, be in my habitually spoken languages or even other language.
The shock and horror of the nation is universally understood.
WE NEED A CLEAN BREAK.
A tie-in, a revelation, a clean break from all this circus.
5 comments:
beautifully written.
I think the whole process would take some time,the nation needs some changing events in order to change, and this process more often than not is painful.
Seems Malaysia would soon have to adapt to the standard of transparency and do away with the arbitrary thinking.
hahaha.. yup2! ape yang kak af cakap sangat betul! even kat rumah kita ni, abah kite suke bukak berita tamil/mandarin n die mereka sendiri maksud2 yg bes didengar oleh telinga dan hati sendiri.. hahaha
mmg sangat penat dah banyak sangat konflik..
penat..penat..penat..
exam dah dekat.. jom minum tongkat ali keluaran orang kampung! ~iklan~
baik tgk iklan dari tgk beritanya..
tu ah..pagi2 ni pun bc newspaper pun semua pun ckp dah muak..hehe i share the sentiments..
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.
Someone sober will worry about events going badly.
Let the lover be.
* jalal al din Rumi's essential Rumi. Ch. 4 Spring Giddiness, p. 46
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