Monday, October 13, 2014


Realising that you have been wrong all this while..feels so right

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Prayer for stranger

There is this interesting idea that I came across while reading Paulo Coelho's Like a Flowing River. In one of the short stories,  he mentioned that each of our souls contains the soul of the universe.  And that the soul of the universe resides in all of us. I think you can imagine it this way, each of us are pieces of a gigantic jigsaw puzzle,  the puzzle being the universe, and each piece contains miniature version of the gigantic puzzle. I'm not sure I got my point across but I hope I did. Ok now, what is the implication of this? Well it means each of us are affecting the course of the universe or the sum of all our consciousness one person at a time. So with each deed we are literally changing the world we live in. So I have an idea, next time you are in restaurant,  say a silent prayer to the person serving you. It can a simple one such as 'Dear God bless this person with sufficient wealth so that when he/she returns home. They could take care of their family'. Or at your religious abodes, pray for a strangers prayers to come true. Lets seed a little bit of prayer, a little bit of faith and a little bit of goodness in this world.

Monday, March 31, 2014


This ride a bouncy one
Swaying me gently left and right
I passed by kuan yin temple
She looks serene
And i passed an hindhu shrine
All at the same morning
Blessed indeed...

Sunday, March 30, 2014


To the girl in red headscarf,
Riding the motorbike so effortlessly,
I thank you.
To the nasi-lemak seller,
So meticulous in your business conduct,
I thank you.
To the 3 crows,
Sitting on electrical cable - crowing to each other,
I thank you.
To the worker covered in cloth from head to toe,
Working your tool with the precision of a master,
I thank you.
To my dearest Mr Sun,
Who greets me every morning without fail,
I thank you.
For all of you have taught me to hope,
For you have taught me there is a new day everyday,
For you have taught me life goes on,
That I just have to do what I can, with what I have and with what I know.
Thank you.

New leaf

I found this in my journal. Written long time back. Enjoy!

It bothers me what I have become
It bothers me
All the negativity needs to be thrown out
Need to start afresh
Throw away everything
Till the one truth that I realised remains
All else is fake, vain and not true. Fallible
It will come to an end but not before it starts to decay
Two ways it decays..internally and externally
And with this lets throw away everything

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Being Malaysian

I have been called an Indian all my life - apart from the fact that I was born and raised in Malaysia my entire life. Growing up was pretty confusing for me, If I am an Indian - why am I in Malaysia? I was this curious kid - most of the time up to no good. I guess it was one of those questions without an answer. When I think about this now, I know by right I am a Malaysian. Indian is my ethnicity. I don't deny that, I am aware of my culture and my background. But my recent trip to India made me realise that I don't fit in there. That I, of all things home, missed Chinese food the most! Not those masala fried rice, served with salad and soup in India but the many noodles - Wantan/Hokkien/and variety of noodles served in local Chinese joint. Maybe its weird for some of you who are reading this but its perfectly normal at home - my country.

I may not be the only one feeling this way. Maybe my Chinese friend might not feel at home in China and be craving for banana leaf rice back at home. The same goes for my Malay friends. I think we Malaysian as a whole have formed our own identity. We are no more divided by our cultural difference in fact we embrace those difference, yeah the many holidays we get to celebrate is some of the perks. It is no more a strange sight to see a Chinese brother/sister fulfilling their vows on Thaipusam as well as an Indian family visiting Budhist  temple on Wesak day. This is our uniqueness. This is what makes us who we are. And this is what home means to me, to be one with everyone, embracing our differences to create something totally unique.

I don't know what future holds but each one of us have the potential to create impact. When you can, be kind. When it is possible, lend a helping hand. Each one of us, makes whole.

Friday, February 14, 2014


I have read somewhere that a question is more important than its answer.
Have you noticed how for the same question there could be variety of answers.
Questions gives rises to  endless possibilities. Keeps the mind agile.
And so I'm going to list down endless number of questions that have been active in my mind.

Why do we spend months raising millions to help the deprieved and the wounded across the sea when such people could be found in our home ground?

Do all the people seeking monetary compensation@donation are in need?

What happens to our donations? Who holds the accounts for each penny spent?  If there is an account why wasn't it made public?

Why do we talk about unity but emphasize on our diversity?

Have you thought about the children of prostitutes -how life is for them where they will forced out at night because their moms have to work? Their safety?