13.4.08

Of Discomfort and Challenging Views

A recently concluded training that I organized on women rights is another eye opener.
Not that I shut my eyes to the issue before this, but I do not have to deal with it straight on as I did during the training.

One of my fellow facilitator propose that for examining a specific aspect on whether or not women can imamate, we should look at contemporary examples of women, who faced death threats and hate mails, risked their lives to prove their beliefs that women can be an Iman. Subsequent to that, we will bring up these examples supported by past experiences found in hadiths of how this is possible.

To put things in context, my dear Watson, is, as many contemporary thinkers put it, is elementary. Or, to understand the agencies that influence a woman's approach to dressing themselves or behave, as feminists contextualize women issues.

I kept my mouth shut at this point while my brain tried as fast as it 29 year old living cells can process thoughts. Then , I explained my view as a trainer. A trainer is a person whose job is getting across messages or new infos that at times are delicate. The message can also many a times be uncompromising or heaven forbids, potentially blasphemious. In doing so, I need not only weigh the probabilities of doing it by looking at the context of the message or infos I want to inform the target audience, but also the target audience's context.

Like for the previous training on women rights, my audience are basicly a bunch of normal peeps that thinks "gender" is one of the column we need to fill in those official forms. They are Muslims who pray and fast and loves to watch Akademi Fantasia. They could come up with crude jokes on why people love to dress baby boys in blue and at the same time, concerned with the rape and sexual harassment cases that happened to their friends or family members. They wanted to learn about women's rights but could not identify what are the things they need to learn.

So, as a trainer, I would say let's plan our training content and session in the light of our praticipants's context. Can they stomach Amina Wadud when they themselves have problem digesting the idea of women equality? What about looking at women as Syariah Judges and Muftis? They might have issues with these two areas too. But after some convincing, they rule out having the issue as the main theme but rather put it up for power point. I said sure. But of course, during the training itself, people just simply stared into blankness, pretend not to listen or whispered among themselves. Well, at least, they don't go off board screaming "blasphemy" or walked out. To me, the passive repsonses is normal when you talk about something they are not comfortable with. After the session, I had a round of casual chat with them and discovered about 90% of them are uncomfortable with the topic. That's likely to happen as I have assumed that to happen from the start.

Okay, so, some vocal imaginary readers might raised his/her imaginary hands and ask this very real question, " Then what's the biggie, dude?"

The biggie is this. The inter-faith commission, the proposed new direction requesting family memebers to inform their family if they want to covert, Islam Hadhari, Islamic State, Kongsi Raya, the recently concluded training and a list of other issues that you could group together with the rest here lacks one thing. It lacks a structure for people who are not comfortable with issues that are beyond the context of their beliefs, faith or norms but are confronted with these issues head on to actually name their discomfort and identify their fears. I just realized that as much as the facilitators of my programme tried their best not to sound imposing when speaking about the issue of women as imamate, it still came out sounding imposing. Or is it just natural for areas like religion or race to have such effect after all. And people are citing "unbelievable" or "this is too much" when they listen to the presentation but they could not offer a reason for feeling that way. Has the supression of freedom of thought, opinion and choice in our society reach a depressing level where people walked around in state of fear, angry or blur without knowing why? Or is it because of our culture that stresses on courtesy and politeness? Well, I think we could still speak our heart and mind politely. I mean, that's why our ancestors are able to invent courteous mode of language plays in order to be cynical such as simpulan bahasa, pantun or gurindam. Not only to court or flirt around, you know.

Or maybe, there won't be any structure at all. damage done is damage done. No such thing as damage control. Isn't that scary then? For forever we will not be able to deal with our personal fears over some contemporary issues except by having those mental battles that could be frustrating and depressing for us to handle.

Sigh

This house needs a loooong vacation next week.







27.3.08

Heracles, ni hao ma?

<--- [Linda and the Tibetan couple]

The recent public protest in China for hosting the coming up Olympics remind me of an incident that me, Linda (an activist working on HIV/AIDS issue in China and Sylvain (a soft hearted feminist anarchic from Quebec) encountered in Montreal few years back. We were waiting for a gig to start (it was Ted Leo and the Pharmacists) at the Spanish Esplanade Club, situated in the somewhat more “young and hip” spot of Montreal, when an old Chinese couple approached the three of us. We thought they were Linda’s relatives or Chinese folks wanting to do some bonding with fellow countrymen until they said, in firm loud voice, “We are Tibetans,”

Sylvain swore under his breath or mumbled something about hoping no fights will ensue out of that “reunion” while I just stood, grinning rather foolishly. Both me and Sylvain had some sparse knowledge of the China-Tibet conflict and were prepared to intervene should anything occur. However, the couples just came closer to her and gave her a strong wholesome hug that only two old friends can afford to give each other after a long separation. Then, they start talking in their native language while the couple from time to time, pointing and holding the native made sling bag she had with her. No wonder, Linda explained later, the sling bag was decorated with Tibetan native motifs and became an entry point for the couple to act in such way.

“But you’re not a Tibetan, you’re Chinese,”

“I know, I explained that a Tibetan friend gave that bag to me and the rest is history,”

They spend the rest of the waiting period conversing with each other, laughing and smiling over some stories or jokes they shared while me and Sylvain tried our best trying to get a glimpse of the cute guys who was busy doing sound check. The Tibetan couple showed us their nice big restaurant just opposite the club and invited us over for a meal. “Maybe next time”, we said.

We rocked with Ted Leo that night (and some other up and coming Montreal bands that are quite “syok sendiri”) while at the same time felt relieved that our comrade did not get into an inter-State conflict right before we are ready to enjoy the gig. To Linda, I miss you actually and hope you continue to touch the lives of people in China with your hard work and determination.

To China, May Heracles watches over you
*shaking my head and rolling my eyes while saying this*

25.3.08

In Time for Santau and Love

I promised the people that I loved that I will not hang my dirty laundry in this blog but perhaps this time, I will let my broken heart do the talking or typing. Take this as an oxymoron attempt. An honest outburst spiced with diverse feelings using an artificial space that doesnt care about honesty at all. here goes...

My brother, only brother to be exact, has fallen in love with a girl from Kuala Pilah. "You' re sick with love, and I am sick watching you," I told him the last time I met him. How did he take my words? A goofy wide smile and I am almost sure some fictious salivas must have been drooping from his mouth. But what do I care? He loves her so it is his choice and I know my brother very well. He is a localised version of Don Juan Marco who put so much efforts and strings of sick love declarations in all of his relationship. But this time, he wants to marry her.

"Your choice, Boy. I am just happy that you want to settle down and all, but again, you know what's best for you,"

Mom and my whole family find it a bit strange.
'He's too young for this" That's Grandma.
"What is he trying to do now? Kill me?" That's Mom
"There could be black magic at work!" That's both my mom and grandma.

Boy indeed has been effectively "santau-ed" to the level that he started to miss his weekly visits to our houses and also balik kampung trips. I am sure the santau is made of the strongest ingredient that no man can withstand its magical effect. The ingredient is love. Angau, lovesick, gila bayang. There are many names associate to this santau. But my heart strongly say its a santau made of love.

"The girl's mom is a black witch and she's very good at making santaus,"
"The girl is evil, she has "locked" boy into only loving her and forgetting his own family,"
I wonder where all this accusations will lead us too. Boy, has always been a bit detached from us because he was raised by my Grandma and our other aunties, alternately. There is a time where I feel we had taking advantange of his reserved and detached self and sort of abandoned him. And now, he found solace with a group of strangers. People that never raised him and knew him before and yet, maybe care for him.

How convenient for my family to dismiss this observation casually and blame black magic as the reason. How convenient it is to insult others in return of concealing our darkest guilt and secret.
Two days ago, Boy met with an accident and broke his arm. He chose to stay in Seremban rather than coming back with his family. Yesterday, he called in tears and asked me to take him back to my house. Mom came to the Ward to pick him up after he was discharged but got into a nasty quarrel with the girl's family.
'Bawak aku balik, aku dah tak tahan dah, aku nak mati," Was his emotional words.

During the trip to Seremban to "save" Boy from the nasty affair, Union Guy asked me...
"You are not thinking its a work of black magic, right? ,"
"Nope,"
"Me either, maybe we ourselves need to reflect on how we treat Boy all these fighting years,"
"Yeah,"
"How would you feel if he chose the girl's family over yours?"
" What can I do? I am just happy to know somebody loves him better than us and can take care of him,"

And I told him of the story of the two mothers that were fighting over a baby they claimed was theirs. King Solomon ordered for the baby to be cut into halves so that each women got their equal share of the baby. One mother withdrew from the fight upon hearing this and said, " Give the baby to the other mother, but please don't kill the baby,"

I don't seek to win the fight over Boy's heart in this case, similarly like the Mother in the story above. I am ready to let him go and embrace his new family if that is the best thing for him. No matter what happens, he is still my brother and no santau can change that.

Hopefully.

20.11.07

For "Once", move aside Dreamgirls!

Another musical, minus the fur , sequins and sexy thighs.

I am talking about "ONCE"- a musical starring an Irish band frontman with lotsa hair and a cute professional musician. You get to watch this pair flirt and seduce each other in between their musical interactions loaded with lotsa, lotsa chemistry.

They might not end up being an item in the movie but oh, yes they are dating outside despite the age gap. But, wait, I mean ...what AGE GAP? They want each other and they are happy to be together. Pardon my corny persona, I can't help it. Safra is in the midst of trying to overturn her chubby self on the playmat. Sob.

Here's some lovey dovey tracks from the movie. Aww...


19.11.07

Radiohead says "Pay as U Like"

Radiohead
IN RAINBOW
Digital: Oct. 10 '07,
Discbox : Bef./On Dec. 3 '07

Thanks Radiohead for letting us consumers/fans buy your new album according to how much WE THINK it's worth.

Hail to the consumers. Clap. Clap.

My friend bought it for zero pound. He thinks it is TOO good to have a price tag.
"And price tag..." He claimed, "... is a creation of the market system, I think Yorke wants us to understand this point, that us consumers have our own individual evaluation of the worth of their latest product without having to succumbed to the price set by major labels and the market"
Uhuh.

OR dear friend, let just say you're having a credit deficit problem!

Constant faves: bodysnatchers, 15 steps, reckoner
Dreamy and lullaby-isque: videotape

It's Radiohead before Amnesiac, me thinks. A lot more clearer lines with lush sounds of bass, less experimental without losing that Radiohead signature sound.

Go buy and pay as you want.

12.11.07

When yellow raincoats are radical!

From last Saturday onwards, yellow disposable raincoat will be considered as the most fashionable and subversive street wear and we have GUARDIAN counters to thank.


Clap. Clap.

Apart from the massive public turnout (estimated at around 80K by a participant and 40K by Malaysiakini.com), the next best thing about the BERSIH rally is the willingness of the Royal Institution to accept the memorandum despite Pak Lah’s warning, not to drag the Royal Institution into politics. This house hopes more will come out of this event. The huge number of demonstrators marching to the Royal Palace also reflects how the public could no longer withstand our powers that be’ s dirty electoral tactics and manipulation of democracy. But of course, even Hitler is a product of the ballot box.


As for Zainuddin Maidin. I felt like drowning myself into the huge swimming pool in front of my room as I listen to him desperately trying to sound firm but unintelligent (that does not need any trying, me thinks) over the phone with Al-Jazeera. There gotta be SOMETHING that earns him such a position that overestimates his ability and talents.

Boo. Boo.

To the demonstrators, hail to democracy!

Some YouTube stuff on the demo

Flickr pics on the demo