we are under the movement control order best known as perintah kawalan pergerakan (pkp) to curb further transmission of corona virus. this is already phase two, 43 patients had succumbed to the infection.
at this time, social media was our mode for communication. i didn't do my classes online - only asked the students to work on the problem assignments given a week earlier. i have better things to do with my writings. the students can e-mail me if they have anything to ask. i prefer the lengthy mail than texts of whatsapp. i don't like simplification and reduction of information when the students' have all the freedom to write and directly addressing me. call me old-fashioned, at least i appreciate their thinking - whether they realise it or not.
i spoke to my best friend, uma yesterday - asking about the earrings that she bought from india last month. i don't even know when i will be wearing my beautiful lehenga blouse and those earrings. it seems a month or two from now, all weddings and gatherings will be cancelled.
we spoke about the mass exodus in india, the heart-breaking image of throngs of people in endless lines, walking to their hometown located hundreds of kilometres away from delhi. many are of those earning daily wages, and lock down means starvation. it never occurred to me that history would be repeating itself, while i am sitting haplessly in the comfortable of a sofa and a cup of coffee, watching the world descent into hell on earth.
it is scorching hot in malaysia, but i like my coffee hot and unsweetened. at least, this is the kind of bitterness that i could tolerate and loving it. i don't want to make a fuss about my coffee. all i want to do now is to make a difference to the current situation. and right now, the image of indian exodus will stay in mind for a very long time.
i had never been to india, a melting pot of culture, religions and lives of a billion people with a long history of more than a thousand years, the early civilization. i love the beautiful and colorful india, very much a fan of tamil and hindustani film, sharing my interest with many others who could only dream of such beautiful lifestyle, the songs and stories are my escape from the reality too.
uma was there to buy materials for her brother's wedding this june, which now has been postponed to indefinitely. the brother is not in malaysia and working abroad, therefore the future arrangement will depend on the situation of the world - a.k.a. the side effects of globalization.
dad spoke about the exodus during the breakfast, though he never liked india - as a country. he strongly feel that we shouldn't let them starve and going on without any assistance. what can we do now, our people too needs help.
i agreed with him but i wanted to know more about his dislike about india why.. what did the country ever do to him.
it isn't the land, or the people per se, but the caste system and the huge gap in inequalities. to use the word, hate and despise is too strong for the emotion, he is just angry at the institution and now modi.
#modimadedisaster is now trending online.
at this time, social media was our mode for communication. i didn't do my classes online - only asked the students to work on the problem assignments given a week earlier. i have better things to do with my writings. the students can e-mail me if they have anything to ask. i prefer the lengthy mail than texts of whatsapp. i don't like simplification and reduction of information when the students' have all the freedom to write and directly addressing me. call me old-fashioned, at least i appreciate their thinking - whether they realise it or not.
i spoke to my best friend, uma yesterday - asking about the earrings that she bought from india last month. i don't even know when i will be wearing my beautiful lehenga blouse and those earrings. it seems a month or two from now, all weddings and gatherings will be cancelled.
we spoke about the mass exodus in india, the heart-breaking image of throngs of people in endless lines, walking to their hometown located hundreds of kilometres away from delhi. many are of those earning daily wages, and lock down means starvation. it never occurred to me that history would be repeating itself, while i am sitting haplessly in the comfortable of a sofa and a cup of coffee, watching the world descent into hell on earth.
it is scorching hot in malaysia, but i like my coffee hot and unsweetened. at least, this is the kind of bitterness that i could tolerate and loving it. i don't want to make a fuss about my coffee. all i want to do now is to make a difference to the current situation. and right now, the image of indian exodus will stay in mind for a very long time.
i had never been to india, a melting pot of culture, religions and lives of a billion people with a long history of more than a thousand years, the early civilization. i love the beautiful and colorful india, very much a fan of tamil and hindustani film, sharing my interest with many others who could only dream of such beautiful lifestyle, the songs and stories are my escape from the reality too.
uma was there to buy materials for her brother's wedding this june, which now has been postponed to indefinitely. the brother is not in malaysia and working abroad, therefore the future arrangement will depend on the situation of the world - a.k.a. the side effects of globalization.
dad spoke about the exodus during the breakfast, though he never liked india - as a country. he strongly feel that we shouldn't let them starve and going on without any assistance. what can we do now, our people too needs help.
i agreed with him but i wanted to know more about his dislike about india why.. what did the country ever do to him.
it isn't the land, or the people per se, but the caste system and the huge gap in inequalities. to use the word, hate and despise is too strong for the emotion, he is just angry at the institution and now modi.
#modimadedisaster is now trending online.
