Monday, 28 February 2011

绿岛小夜曲- Green Island Serenade by Vienna Teng 史逸欣

Song to appreciate and enjoy: 绿岛小夜曲- Green Island Serenade


    



I believe that most Chinese all over the world have listened to this melodious song since their youth disregard whether they're Chinese, English or otherwise educated. The song, 绿岛小夜曲- Green Island Serenade
has been made popular by various artistes and singers, male or female. For male singer I prefer Yi Dian, 余天 whose powerful rendition of the song entices
you to go back to your adolescent years in echoing your love-stricken feeling.

Now let us listen to Vienna Teng's version of this wonderful song which reaches out to many romantic hearts and to those who have particular fond memory of this song, when they were wooing their lovers in their early years.


   

Green Island Serenade - Vienna renders it with her unique style and crystal clarity that you can't resist, as it just goes deep into your listening mind. The song is accompanied by pleasant, sweet and slow-tempo piano works, thus making the song outstanding and easily acceptable.

It's obvious the absence of fanciful guitar or loud drum works presents it for easy listening. Ms Vienna Teng 史逸欣 , an accomplished Taiwanese/American pianist from San Francisco, USA, played the piano and sang the soothing song with perfection for easy listening ears, and that certainly will help you make your day, believe me.

Regards,
Alan CY Kok




Sunday, 27 February 2011

Abbot Xin Ting's enlightening stories



One of the most respected monk of current times, (who hailed from Taipei) the humble bespectacled, 40 something Abbot Xin Ting (Steady Heart) told some enlightening stories to a packed audience at Dewan SinChew, Petaling Jaya on Dec. 18th 2007. I like the writings of the reporter Chern Ming Chieh present there and I think that it'll be benevolent  for me to translate the articles for the sake of those who missed  reading the papers or were just too "AngMo" to understand the stories.  (who might not understand the Chinese language. Don't get mad with me, just kidding.)



              



1. One day in ancient China, the Grand Master Carpenter of all woodworks Lu Ban 魯班(507-440BC) learned that one of his protégés was leaving his tutelage just after three years and four months. He advised him not to, as Lu Ban knew that the young chap had not learnt enough the intricacy of the trade. But the carpenter apprentice was adamant and he left promptly. Soon the revolting young man realized his folly; things he created and made could not be sold, even the finished products were just fine looking but could not work.

Meanwhile Lu Ban was short of hands that he designed and created a wooden 'robot' that could carry heavy tools and even do sawing. The young man slipped into the master's workshop and found the wooden 'robot' charming and useful. He quickly took down the measurements of the 'robot' in all elevations and dimensions. No sooner he churned out one exact replica of his ex-master's wonder. The problem was: it could not work. So he stooped low and consulted the grand master Lu Ban, with flushed cheeks. Here were the conversations that took place:

Master Lu:       Did you measure correctly?
Young man:      Yes, I did, Sir.
Master Lu:       Did you measure all the dimensions?
Young man:     Yes Sir, Master Lu.
Master Lu:       Did you measure the head, torso, and the limbs?
Young man:     Yes, I did, Sir.
Master Lu:       Did you measure the heart? (In Mandarin: Liang Xin. That also means
                        conscience. 'Liong Sum' in Cantonese)
Young Man:     No, I did not measure the heart.(In Mandarin: I have not measured the
                        heart. That also means : I have no conscience.)
Master Lu:       You did not measure the heart, how are you going to create a man?
                       Ni may you Lieang Xin, Chern yang nen zhua ren?
                       (In Mandarin figuratively: You have no conscience, how to be a human?)
      




2. In 1950s one poor and wretched French writer in Lyon was so desperate that he decided to borrow money from a local wealthy man. He wrote the rich man a letter of appeal with all his linguistic skill and got a positive reply, inviting him to come to the wealthy man’s mansion for a discussion of the intended loan. But when the penniless writer arrived at the there, he was disappointed as no one received him nor he found any other soul appeared at the grand house. He waited for an hour patiently and eventually gave up. As he was about to leave he bumped into a small-built man with an even more desolate look than him near the exit. The old man appeared to be clean but obviously needed help more than he did; the desperate writer gathered. He dug into his pocket and found three franc, without hesitation he gave the last few coins he had to the old man. 'Here you go, looks like you haven't eaten for days!'



Few days later the aspiring writer received a check of 200,000 Franc through the mail, with a note attached that read:" I'm the old man you gave 3 Franc to last week at my home. I have decided to give you 200,000 Franc without any condition instead of a loan. I believe with you kind heart, you'll be a great writer some day."




     


       

3. In ancient China there was a butcher who woke up every morning to the chime of the bell rang from the nearby temple, at the hour of the day break. His trade was to kill a pig a day for the village market where he sold the meat. One day he contemplated the idea of giving up his profession; he was talking to himself quietly: 'I kill more than three hundred pigs every year and that's an awful lot of pigs. I think I'll better stop this trade'. But came the chime of the day in the morning, he began to rationalize his action of slaughtering the pigs for a living: So long the villagers continued to eat pork, I need to go on my trade. If I were to be guilty, then the pork eaters were guilty as well.


               


One morning he woke up late because he did not hear the temple bell’s chime. Still he grabbed his tools, the butcher knives and staggered towards the sty. There he saw the huge pig he was to slaughter suckling eleven baby pigs! The pinkish piglets were happily helping themselves with succulent milk from the mother pig’s udder, so much so that they even looked lovely and cute. The butcher for the first time gave up killing pig for the day. He walked towards the temple to enquire why the monk did not strike the large bell of the temple. Was he sick? The kind looking abbot answered him with a broad smile: Some people had pleaded with me not to sound the bell today. Why? The butcher was not very convinced. The respectable monk continued: Last night I dreamt that eleven kids surrounded my bed whilst I was sleeping. Kneeling, they woke me up and told me to save their mother. I asked them how to save the life of their mother and they answered: Simple, just don't strike the bell at day break. The butcher realized instantly that the piglets must be the reincarnations of the eleven kids borne to the lucky mother pig. He gave up his trade straight away and became an ordinary farmer. Amitabha.

                                            

                               


The short stories were translated by  
Alan CY Kok

Saturday, 26 February 2011

Linda Ronstadt - Blue Bayou

                                                          
Romantic love song for your listening pleasure

          

I chance upon this wonderful, pleasantly melodious song and I promptly download it from the Youtube and have it saved for my posterity. Blue Bayou is a sweet ballade of sorts to tempt you with its slow paced tempo that sounds like blue glass music yet Roy Orbison, the late legendary guitar-playing, singer composer described it as country western. ( Roy composed this song)  Linda Ronstadt began with her well-known baritone voice and broke into a high pitch at the 3rd verse with her trade-mark shriek. Oh my, you’ll be absorbed and melted like ice with her rendering this song in her powerful rendition. So long you have yearned for good music; you’ll love this Blue Bayou. Take it from me.

Linda Ronstadt had been a sex symbol in the popular music scenes since she became famous in her teens, particularly during her prime. She complained that the American society was too sexiest and demanded a change. But with her stunning good look, her husky voice, long and slender body shape, coupling with her body movements, one could not help but just fantasize her company (Sorry, her bust line is rather small). Linda went on to sing "I don't know much" and "Somewhere out there" duet with other male artistes; both songs won acclaimed and coveted awards too.

Linda won 10 Grammy awards for her achievements and numerous Country and Western hits. Yes, Linda also sang ‘Blue Bayou’ in Spanish and it was a hit. It was known as 'Lago Azul’. Is she a Latino? Oh yes, she hailed from Tucson, Arizona and her father was a Mexican who migrated from Germany, and her mom, very much a White lady with English, Belgium and German ancestry. To those younger friends, I am not sorry to tell you Ronstadt is an old lady now, she was born in the year 1946 July 15th.

Alan CY Kok

Happy listening:-



Blue Bayou – Linda Ronstadt
(Song composed by Roy Orbison)



                                                               
                                                             
  
Blue Bayou – Linda Ronstadt
I feel so bad I got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickles saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I'll feel better again
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickles saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Oh that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
Well I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou








                                 

Friday, 25 February 2011

The tortoise turns its neck slowly to look back at us

   
                                          
Have you ever heard of the aged old story of the famous race between the tortoise and the hare (rabbit)? The far leading hare was so confident of victory at hand that he paused to have a nap, and ended up loser to the slow crawling tortoise.
                                 

Yes, you are right; Malaysia had been the conceited hare and Thailand the underdog tortoise. In the past when one heard that friends or colleagues were going to Thailand, he would have thought of unsavory aims of the male travelers, they were going for sex holidays, what else? And for women folks, Thailand seemed at that time a good country to shop for cheap undergarments, cooking utensils and local produces. Some older and experienced folks were warning the eager travelers before their departure to be wary of magical and evil charm that would take away their soul and senses.

                       
                                         
The two neighboring countries have almost everything similar with regards to its natural resources like rice cultivation, tropical fruits farming, rubber planting, tin mining and fishery.

                            
                                Rubber Plantation with rows of productive trees

Traditionally Thailand has been an agricultural country, and has agriculture as its mainstream economy norm. The government incessantly encourages discovery of new farming techniques and co-ordinates well with all departments in its quest to market its produces both local and overseas. The result is overwhelming and its economy improved tremendously. Since Malaysia tried its effort to become an industrialized nation by emphasizing on motor car industry, agricultural sector had been more or less ignored or sidelined. Within a short span of twenty years, the development of new agricultural methods and products lagged far behind that of Thailand’s.


  Pride of a nation or shame of the nation? History will tell. Right now, Introduction into Western countries and
                the US of Made-in-Malaysian cars failed miserably as the vehicles were declared unsafe.
               The country even tried barter trade  with poorer nations to sell the cars. The national cars were
               sold  dirt cheap in Mid-Eastern nations yet it cost a bomb in the home country.  
               Coupled with poor quality finishing and not very pleasing design, and with help of heavy
               duties levied on other made and foreign brands, the made-in-Malaysia cars could only be
               popular in the country.  Still it's too pricey for the Malaysian citizens.               
               The popular British TV program "Top Gear"  commented on Malaysian cars as a joke.                
               The TV presenter declared: It's a car designed and made  by someone out there to earn a quick buck.  
                                                                                      
                       
The export of Thailand’s well-known fragrance rice contributes some 30% of the world’s need, after meeting the demand to feed its own people. For that matter it becomes one of the world’s largest exporters of foodstuff and the world’s largest rice exporting nation. With intensive research on clone development and improvement of species, Thailand’s export of tropical fruits takes a flying leap in the world market. For Westerners who dare to sample durians, they usually choose Thailand’s species.

                 
                         The country wanted to be industralised overnight

With regards to research in rubber industry, Thailand has surged well ahead of Malaysia too. The Rubber Research Centre of Thailand in Songkhla is the largest in South East Asia, possibly the largest in the world. All new species that have been developed and cloned by the centre will be distributed to rubber planters and farmers regularly, thus strongly enhance the quality and quantity of the valuable latex. There seems to have little news or any breakthrough of our world famous Rubber Research Institute and its achievement lately, ever since the nation switched the emphasis on agriculture sectors to oil palm cultivation and production.

                     
                                              Pulau Perhentian Jetty

Malaysia has its fair share of island and beach resorts with pearly white sand attractions, yet we trace badly in our quest for international tourism standing. What has Tourism Authority of Thailand done that the Malaysian counterpart has not? Those returning tourists from Thailand claimed to have felt the pulsating pace of life and feeling of freedom when they set foot on Thai soil. The easy going, ever smiling and polite faces of its citizens are main factors, as well as simplification of border entries at immigration check points. More and more new island resorts were discovered, or re-furbished and marketed widely to attract foreign arrivals. Phuket, Krabi, and Koh Samui are fine examples. Well planned travel packages are introduced with itinerary that includes ancient archeological sites and its natural attractions, relaxed rules on night spot activities, coupled with good food and remarkable commuting systems that make tourism in Thailand a fore runner in Asia. One more thing I need to mention: Safety. Strolling along the streets of Pattaya or Phuket at 2am in the wee hours is generally safe; whereas I shudder to think what could have happened to me if I choose to walk the streets of Kuala Lumpur at 2am! With Mat Rempits and snatch thieves abound, even in broad day light , tourists should be advised how to look after themselves.

Lately the ingenious creativity in graphic designs, media and fashion industries make headlines in the world market. Young Korean and Japanese people began to appreciate the chic and hic scenes of Thai’s own popular fashion taste; that too boost Thais’ image internationally.

Malaysia began its quest into industrialization in the mid 80s with launching of its national car project. Some twenty over years later, the nation of Thailand which started much later than us now enjoys a comfortable edge over us. While Malaysia is still struggling to maintain its feasibility of the national car project, to the extent of seeking foreign partners (yet no taker), Thailand has been bestowed the enviable, coveted title of ‘Detroit of the East’.

                                           
                                        Wat Arun, Bangkok lits up in the evening

Let me continue further since I have mentioned so much of the comparisons. Let these facts be the elements of the fable (The race of the hare and the tortoise) to the future generations. In 2006 Malaysia’s pioneer university – University of Malaya was listed as no. 192 by The Times of United Kingdom; Bangkok’s Chulalankorn University was at no.161. Yet in year 2004, this leading university of Thailand could not even squeeze into the top 200. Now you tell me, who has improved in its quest for excellence? It was a leap and bounce endeavour. 

Thai traditional dancers fascinate tourists with their charm and elegance
                                                
    
Need I go further: Last year (2007) the World Bank announced that Thailand was listed as no. 15 as the most favorable nations for business and investment, just behind Singapore, China, Hong Kong and Japan. Malaysia’s standing was at no.24. The travel log bible as it is widely known among travelers, the Conde Nast Traveler magazine announced that Bangkok, Thailand was listed as no. 1 in the world as the best destination city for travelers. For Malaysia, I am awfully sorry, none of our cities made it to the list. Yes, there are demonstrations in Bangkok and some turmoil in the restive south, but placid life generally is still going on in Thailand amidst the endless arrival of the curious tourists, obviously the country strives on comfortably on tourism. 

                                             
                                                        The World Bank Emblem
                    
While the haughty, self-centered, and conceited hare refuses to wake up, the slow crawling tortoise finds its pace and path easier and smoother. By the time the over confident hare opens its eyes, not only it loses sight of the tortoise, it also loses the sense of the direction.


This essay was translated by Alan Kok. Original text was published by Sin Chew Newsprint, Oct 2008.



Alan CY Kok

Thursday, 24 February 2011

鲁迅Lu Xun's Will

       

Lu Xun 鲁迅 (1881-1936), had been a great man in modern Chinese literature. I admire his unforgiving nature. Master  Lu had been considered as one of the most influential writers during those tumultuous years. Together with other scholars, he was associated with the May Fouth Movement, 五四运动 by which China was hurled forward into the threshold of discarding the practice and mindset of ancient and diabolical feudalism.  His works of 狂人日记 A Madman's Diary (1918),and 阿Q正传 The True Story of Ah Q (1921) stunned the world of modern Chinese literacy. Till this day Lu Xun remained as one of the most revered writers of modern Chinese literature.

Alan Kok


My Will

I have always thought of writing my own will before it is too late; if I were to be of royal breed or hailed from noble family, my son and my son-in-law would had pressured me into writing my will years ago. Right now no one is interested, but I might as well leave one over my drenched bones. I had some points brewing in my head earlier; they are gathered mainly for my direct family. Here are some advices and instructions that I want them to be strictly adhered to when I leave this forgettable world:-

  1. Do not receive any alms or donations of any kind from anybody for the sake of raising money for my funeral. Exceptions may be granted to few close friends.
  2. Carry out the process of disposing the body and burial quickly.
  3. Don’t be silly to erect anything in memory of me.
  4. Care for your own self and forget me. If you ever failed to forget me, you are nothing but a foolish worm. (Hu Du Zhon)
  5. If the kid grows up lacking intelligence, just let him be a normal layman, earning a small income to fend for him. Never pretend or profess to be a smart writer or artist.
  6. Do not believe in any promises, they are bound to be empty.
  7. Stay far away from those who propound forgiveness and oppose vengeance, yet spare no effort in hurting others.
Besides this, I have other points to ponder, yet I can’t remember them now. I do recollect when I felt hot and uncomfortable, linking to those verses I read about the dying moments of some famous European characters. On their death beds, they always asked to be forgiven and thence forgave their enemies. That’s not my style. I have too many heinous and  despicable enemies hiding in the dark hating me hell! I will tell them, go on hating me as I will not forgive them the least over my dead body!

Lu Xun 鲁迅
                              
Remarks: Original text – Nanyang Siang Pau, Malaysia
, Dec 21st 2006.
Translated By Kok Alan 



Wednesday, 23 February 2011

A Contractor's tale




Kim Seng counted himself lucky as he read the offer letter in halting English from the well known developer DarShan PLC, awarding him the field works for land clearing of 20 hectares of secondary forest in Ulu Perak. As a land clearing contractor he had waited for a long month impatiently for the result of tender he submitted. Though he anticipated that he stood a good chance to win the contract, he was still a little bit apprehensive as the competition was tightly contested. He was told by Ahmad the chief clerk, the inside man he planted in DarShan that his bidding was the second lowest, and the management reserved the right to bestow the contract to any bidder they deemed fit, viable and experienced.

The contracted job would bring Kim Seng a net profit of RM350, 000/- after deducting his total cost, he calculated silently in his mind. His facial expression could not hide his excitement as he instructed his chief of bulldozer team of his company Ah Kong to get the ball rolling; the work must be completed within one month, with a grace extension period up to ten days the most, if necessary. Ah Kong had to organize things fast to have the six units of bulldozers sent to the site within one week, so as to be sure to meet the dateline.

The process of falling the trees went on smoothly that by the third week, the site of the field work looked like a large copter landing pad in a war zone with all the trees fallen and piled high, waiting to be moved to a timber factory by logging trucks. The dry season helped in a way, it would be hard to meet the dateline if it was waterlogged all over during the raining season. Within one week, Kim Seng gathered, with all the fallen trees gone, earthworks would begin to have the ground flatten. Then it would be time to hand the cleared land site over to DarShan; “and I would have my fat check!” he yelled in exultation.

Kim Seng rushed to the work site immediately after getting a call from Ah Kong, reporting to him that the job was done. He found Ah Kong taking a cat nap under the shade of a canopy erected next to the container site office as he scrambled out of his 4 wheel drive. What he saw in the middle of the 20 hectare barren ground shocked him. With all the heavy machines, noises, fallen trees and workers gone, there presented a forlorn sight: a single 30 ft tall tropical tree stood defiantly, with its branches of leaves swaying accordingly to the hot and humid afternoon breeze’s rhythm.

                                            

 
‘What the heck that tree is doing there?’ Kim Seng suppressed his anger and asked, waiting to explode. ‘Don’t touch the tree!’ Ah Kong did not even budge or move his fat body, giving his curt reply. ‘Bulldoze that tree right now, will you?’ Kim Seng lost his cool. ‘No way! Don’t touch the tree!’ The order was still ignored. Kim Seng caught a glimpse of an old bulldozer at the back of the container site office and promptly jumped onto it; he started the diesel engine and made a beeline towards the last tree of the secondary forest, now the almost barren ground.


‘You don’t want to do it, I can do it! I’ve been a timber jack myself. I’ll hold your pay check!’ he shouted on top of his voice as he revved the engine to a roar, whilst speeding away. With a few violent jolts, the lone tree was fallen without a fight. No sooner Ah Kong saw his employer running hither and thither, in a maddening fit, shouting loudly, asking for mercy. A swarm of fiercest wild jungle wasps was going after him, stinging him with all their might; Kim Seng had disturbed their sanctuary – their honeycomb hive. Poor Kim Seng, with his head as big as a water melon, poker-dotted with bee stings, lay in the hospital for a week before getting his fat check. Ah Kong got his check too; he was the one who sent his boss to hospital.


A true story written by
Alan CY Kok




Hector and Mohan-A ghost story






Hector and Mohan were close friends, neighbours and even classmates before they completed their form 5 educations at King George V Secondary school in Seremban back in the late 60s. They even shared the same fate of being jobless as during those days, work opportunities did not come in handy; luck and human connections played more decisive role than one’s capability. They stayed around the outskirt of the Seremban municipality, along the old road leading to Port Dickson, at the Rasah Hill village in which the settlements were mainly Indians during those days. On one side of the Rasah Hill sited the Chinese cemetery; the Chinese people considered that location good ‘Feng Shui’ to bury the dead as the hundred years old cemetery at Lemons Street in town had been filled to the brink. Hector and Mohan were used to have the multitudes of graves as their neighbours as they were there since their childhood. Hector’s father worked at the KTM as assistant station master while Mohan’s parents were rubber plantation workers at Rahang Estate nearby. Hector was a Roman Catholic whereas Mohan was Hindu but they got along fine; once a while they mocked each other’s religious background harmlessly.

One night the two best friends were out to their favourite  Mamak stall for their usual teh tarik half a kilometer away at the fringe of their village. They were involved with cant talk and gossip as there were no serious issues to talk about. No sooner the day went deeper into the night; they realized that it was time for home to sleep. They hopped onto their bicycles and headed for home.

A short distance away they saw in the semi darkness in the faint light a fair-skinned, long haired Chinese lady appeared ahead of them. The moon-lit sky gave them some courage as they recognized the figure with long flowing night gown was their neighbour’s daughter, a twenty year old girl named ‘Ah Mey’. ‘What on earth does she have business here at this unholy hour?’ Hector yelled. ‘It’s near , let’s frighten her!’ Mohan suggested. He picked up speed and promptly realized that the lady had moved forward at a faster pace too. As Mohan overtook the shadowy figure he patted her shoulder and felt that his right hand landed on nothing. He turned and looked back, to his shock of his life what he saw he would never forget: The lady had no facial feature; it was just a pale patch of hollowness on the face giving a ghastly look and she had no legs too; she was floating as she moved!



The next instant Hector saw Mohan fell heavily on his butt from his bicycle as he lost his balance. Hector fell too while crashing into the apparition; he found it too late that he could not control his speed. The two young men ran with all their might towards Hector’s house which was nearer at a stone’s throw away. They hurriedly closed the door as they rushed in, in a mad frenzy, taking everybody at home by surprise. Still curiosity won them over; Hector and Mohan gathered enough guts and peeped through the small holes of the wooden house. They saw a shining streak of light flew gradually towards the slope of the Rasah Hill cemetery before it disappeared.

The next day both Hector and Mohan developed fever with high temperature. With prayers and some medicine taken they were alright within 3 days. Mohan’s bicycle was a twisted wreck as it hit a rock when he fell; Hector was cursing as someone had stolen his bicycle which was of better condition, and that delayed his date with PWD (JKR) for an interview. Eventually Hector got the job as a machine hand with the PWD,Temiang Road, Seremban Town. He worked for PWD (later renamed JKR) until his retirement in early 2000. Mohan eventually became a lawyer and was known to be stationed in Kuala Lumpur.



A true story by

Alan CY Kok

Sunday, 20 February 2011

The Rice Miller, Cat and Barn Mice


 



A rice miller was quite disturbed as his storage barn had been infested with mice ! So he bought a domestic cat and kept it there at the warehouse to check the growth of the menance. The second day, the cat caught a small mouse and proudly presented to the boss - the miller. The fat man just tossed a left over of a fish with only bones left on the floor as the reward for the hungry cat, saying: You only caught a small mouse, so you only deserve fish bones. The following day, the cat saw another mouse came to help itself the rice in the mill. It got wise up and thought: If I go on catching the small sized mouse, I still would be getting fish bones and left over. I'd wait till the mouse get bigger in size, then only I would be rewarded with bigger fish. So the mouse had a good time and grew bigger and fatter. Weeks later the cat felt that it's time for action. It pounded on the fat and succulent mouse and promptly surrender it to the rice miller.The boss was very happy and without hesitation rewarded the cat with two large fish. From that day onwards, the cat kept the mice there happy consuming the rice stock. Though alternate days the miller got glimpses of the mice the cat caught, he was puzzled why his stock of grain were becoming less and less.




The remarks: Very often we were fooled by the superficial and not knowing the hidden facts. That resulted us not realising what actually went wrong. One could be nonchalant just listening to lies.
The moral behind the short story:
The rice miller is like the government, the cat is the minister, the mice are like the corrupted govenment officials. It was because the attitude of the cat, the corrupted mice became fatter and daring. The practice of corruption became widespread, serious and uncontrollable. And worst, the government never knew what went wrong. It had been in the dark all the time and it lacked the initiative to find the cause. Red tapes and bureaucracy became part of civil service's procedure. The miller and the cat, just like the government and the minister, would not work on small cases that didn't promise return and reward. The situation became rampant that when small problem snow-balled to become huge disaster, then only they hurriedly set up royal commission, inquest, and police and MACC investigation. In the process to show that they meant business, more monies were spent. The most significant example is the PKFZ scandal and fracas. In the political arena, the mice are getting fatter and larger, while the cat is busy collecting rewards.
 


Article translated by
Alan CY Kok