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| My sentiments exactly. Shuttup eccles! |
The MH370 saga has ended, well not exactly.
The announcement was made that all the contact from the plane was lost at the
Indian Ocean, the southern Corridor closer to Australia to be precise. Even,
then, I’d say that it was too early to make an announcement. Not when we have
too many bankrupt comedians on hand looking for easy material.
As mentioned earlier, I had quoted Sir Arthur
Conan Doyle, through his creation, Sherlock Holmes, “Never theorise in advance
of data”. In this case, the announcement was made in absence of pure concrete,
conclusive data, as the physical proof of the wreckage itself was not found.
But I suppose, pressure from several
quarters forced those responsible to make that dreadful announcement.
As mentioned (again, in my earlier blog
post), at times like this, slimes rise from a stirred pond. In this case, some
are showing their displeasure with the way the government handled the whole
thing, turning it into their usual anti-ruling government venomous spitting
match (sometimes they spit upwards, and you know where it comes back to).
The worst was the family, friends and
displeased Chinese nationals who demonstrated in front of the Malaysian Embassy
in China. They seemed to be pretty free to do so. Try that to their own
government, and you will probably never hear of them again. Remember, the
dissident and the tank? Or the infant ran over by a vehicle in China, which
invited curious onlookers who seemed to be as interested as watching a blind
musician making a living? Of course, we need not be reminded that China’s human
rights record is as sterling as last year’s home frozen pork chop.
And to see citizens of last big nation,
which is still hanging on to their socialist ideology like a Tom Cruise on top
of the Bhurj, venting their anger at Malaysian embassy akin to a bullied child
of a family throwing stones at the third house down the road simply the owner does
car pooling with the kid’s abusive dad.
What is even more troubling is the fact
that our own Malaysians spewing venom at the Malaysian authorities involved
with the tragedy, for holding out vital information. In Tamizh, there is an
expression, “vachukkuttA vanjakam pannurom (roughly translated as, ‘what is
there to give when we have none’)”. What the Prime Minister, the acting
Transport Minister (yes, temporary, not permanent, and he shed tears fer gad’s
sake), the CEO of Malaysian Airlines and the director from Department of Civil
Aviation, had was evidence as flimsy as a China doll’s costume (actually
someone big who was videotaped cavorting with one of these eminent members of
the said “fleshy” profession was displeased himself with the way the government
was handling the aircraft issue. Maybe he lost his favourite “doll”).
I understand honestly that one can’t be
conclusive with these mere bits and scraps of information that can hardly be
put together into one big dinosaur exhibit. But the social media users are not
used to this. Gone are the days when it takes time to solve mysteries. We are
used to daily/weekly one hour TV series (including advertisements and trailers)
of mysteries solved thanks to poor acting, horrific script, conveniently placed
clues, and lots of choppy editing that makes the investigators more intelligent
than Holmes, Dupin, Spade, Marlowe and Father Brown combined (look it up, don’t
be lazy) when they are about as efficient as monkey with a wooden banana.
It is not that easy in real life. I banged
into a car, almost a month ago, and the things I have to go through the same
day, waiting for tow truck, to the police station, waiting for turn, writing
report, going to the Sergeant’s office to get the copy of the report, getting
the insurance people in took time…and I am still waiting for them to do my car.
And it is just a simple road vehicle accident.
This is a goddam aircraft, with more than
100 passengers and crews in it, and its range would have given Marco Polo
multiple orgasms, though the passer byes would have just sat and watched, if old
Marc’s aircraft crash landed on the Great Wall. There wouldn’t have been pasta,
anyway.
Still, the airlines record safety will
still be the best among all the modes of transportation. Road vehicles kill
more people in the world than Stalin did back then (oh wait, I need to confirm
that). We have aircraft crashes here and there, and if there were no terrorism
involved, then it was mainly because of matters that were completely out of the
pilot and his or her crews’ hands. To put the blame on the government of the
day is, how do I put it, a convenient way of swimming ones way into the deepest
vestige of a human refuse treatment plant and prove that you are the brightest
person in this side of the hemisphere. But such analogical practices are normal
in Malaysia anyway, just look at the opposition political parties. Not to
mention their supporters.
A lot of fingers are pointed (index finger,
the rest are pointing elsewhere, duh) at the Prime Minister. Najib is Malaysia’s
prime minister and he has made as much effort to help with the situation as he
can, and, in the meantime, he has to deal with the rest of the Malaysian; deal
with those residing out of this country who are still yearning for Nasi Lemak,
Mee Goreng and finding themselves filling up too many forms too often, and face
some red necks who can’t tell Asians apart from Africans; deal with illegal
immigrants wanting to come to this country (apparently there are, maybe they
don’t read our alternative media wonderful portrayal of this country, poor
blokes and gals); dealing with own country people, most of whom as trustworthy as
a tarantula babysitting a butterfly; and in the middle of it all, deal with
half-wit critics, poor man’s experts, toilet cleaner’s Einstein, and ungrateful
citizens whose lineage can be traced back to the regions where poor treatment of
the regular folks - not to mention the astute observation of the class and
caste system - were a norm.
Death is certain. Tomorrow I can be
crossing the road texting to someone about how frustrated I am with the acting
Transport Minister who was not manly enough….crunch, I am under a steam roller.
We have all lost many loved ones, some in terrible way like my cousin who was
murdered and ran over a car. He didn’t deserve it. So many does not deserve
these sorts of demises, but life goes on. Pointing fingers will not bring the
deads back, which is not entirely an issue if you considered Hitler or Kim
Kardashian (crap, she is still alive). If one is not happy with the government
of the day, do what he or she can to in most civil possible way to change that
government or influence the members to behave the way one wants them to behave.
It is not an easy process, because truth is, many may not agree with you.
Living in your own cocoon (social media) pleasing your cohorts (“like” clickers),
bursting out your freedom of expression through keyboard clicks (that’s how
pathetic technology have made us) gets as much exposure as a wounded bear in a
cave in Antarctica.
So far, I have not heard from the real
heroes, those who face the media everyday taking in questions, sometimes really
ridiculous questions, those involved in the search team, both in and off the
field, bitching about the Malaysian government. Maybe the media like CNN which
is as credible as my grandfather’s recounting of his rip-roaring adventure with
Robinson Crusoe.
Rambling that I am with this post, the main
aim was to salute those involved helping to shed some light to this tragedy,
from the people in the sea, right up to the authorities and leaders who try
their best to give the most credible, verifiable information available. It’s
tough to the family of those who are lost. We should give them a break, as even
the media was asked not to disturb these grieving folks.
In the meantime, those who still bitch
about the government and its inefficiency will continue to do so until they
find something else to unleash their liquid refuse on. That is what their
miserable life seemed to be about, as far as their online presence is
concerned. Soon, I’d landing a full time job (I am unemployed now, how do you
think I have time to write these long ramblings), and I feel sorry that I will
have very little time to be entertained by these Internet court jesters. In the
meantime, show me more of your brilliant deductions, analysis, commentaries and
criticisms; I have coke and popcorn ready.
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