THE MESIAN-MESSAGE NO. 161 APRIL, 2015 - SPONSORED BY HARBANS SINGH
A TRIP UP NORTH (part I)
The day began when we stopped at an eatery in Uptown PJ. We had our brunch because it was already 11.30am and we had skipped breakfast. I went to a news stall to buy a comb as I had dropped mine somewhere at some time during the getting ready to go for anouting chores. I was slaughtered. Imagine the comb shown I paid RM2.80! it only measured 5 in. by 1 in of plastic!!
The newsagent place was a little bit posh. So I paid for their poshness? At RM2.80 for that comb the profiteering must be a few hundred percent. That was an "extortion" price. Then why did I buy it. Because I had asked for a comb and I was holding it in my hand. I had to save my face and action. I did not want the shop people to sneer at me saying "you can't afford to buy a comb!" though only saying in their minds.
We pushed off hitting the North-South Highway heading north. The drive was smooth. However, the long queue on the southward bound traffic was terrific! Someone explained there were road works on that side of the highway.
At about 3.00pm we arrived at an R n R. W stopped the car. I took one of the boys to the lavatory at the petrol station. After relieving our bladders I bought drinks and snacks for everybody. When we returned to the car it was empty. We searched around and found. We found Barry, my son, and Oscar, his son, the other boy, standing outside the toilet. Barry said they were inside. We waited. Soon Jasmine led the missus out from the OKU loo.
We continued our journey with Jasmine at the wheel. The highway was more crowded now. The landscape was rather flat with little forested hillocks in the distance on our right. I knew we were nearing the coast on lower terrains. All the way there are oil palm plantations with their green foliage. Some old palm trees had been destroyed probably by poisoning. They stood like ghosts of departed plant souls with little clumps of dry dead foliage drooping from their tops. It was a pitiful sight when they stood with the new younger palms. It was like the deaths had not been laid to rest.
At the end of our straight up from Kuala Lumpur journey, we paid a hefty RM43+ for using the North South Highway. Considering the much shorter time taken and the so much less tediumfrom the ruggedness and bumpy what more the more longer journey it was worth it.
Soon we were on the old Penang cross-island bridge. It was old because there was another later or lately built bridge further south. The second Penang bridge was vaguely visible over the straits' water surface. Barry said it starts at a place called Balik Pulau.
After crossing the bridge we were on Penang Island. We drove down a street franked by old and dilapidated little shops. The area is called Jelutong. I inquired if those pre-war dwarf-structured little shophouses were classed as heritage relics. Jasmine confirmed my guess. We were driven down a narrow street before we came upon Penang Road. I was familiar with that thoroughfare even in the early nineteen sixties when I at the Malayan Teachers' College as a teacher trainee.
We stopped at a row of hawker food stalls. The place looked a bit uninviting, but wait till you taste the foods. We ordered fried kway teow, curry noodles, fried chicken, and even Japanese sushi. Yummy, the foods were so tasty. The prices were reasonable far cheaper than the foods in Kuala Lumpur. It was just a RM4.00 for a bowl of noodles. Taste-wise Kuala Lumpur foods also should bow out. No wonder some people say Penang is a gluttons' heaven!
After satisfying our taste buds and filling our stomachs with those delicious hawkers' fares, Barry drove us to the iconic Penang pagoda called Kee Lok See. The place has developed much with many extension building structures. Soon it was evening. Thousands of colourful lights flickered on. A fairyland landscape blared forth before us.
People just drove in to tease their eyes with the spectacular fairyland colourful lights. They took to the flights of stairs up to other levels of the sloppy terrains. Hand phone cameras clicked. iPads aimed to capture the multi-colored buildings. Professional photographers with their real and high tech cameras and gadgets too set to work to capture scenes and videoed the flickering night lights to their hearts' delight. There were no other attractions to render distractions from the lighting spectre. (to be continued)
WHEN WE ARE OLD, WHOM DO WE DEPEND ON?
Ourselves, ourselves, only ourselves, (The truth, as disclosed by a group of old folks).
"Have your own abode.
No matter what, do not lose it, until your death!
If you have an old companion.
Keep each other good company.
Watch your health while it is still good.
Maintain a positive outlook and you will be happy.
Now, our health is still good
Our mind still clear.
But on whom can we depend in our old age?
We will have to analyse in various stages.
1st Stage :
Just after retirement, between 60 to 70 yrs old,
Our health will still be comparatively good
So too our financial means.
Eat moderately while we have the means
At times, wear what we fancy
Those who like it, have some fun.
Do not be hard on yourself
Our days are numbered
So, grasp the opportunity.
Have some savings !
Keep the house !
Make arrangements for the days ahead or retreat.
If the kids are well off,
It is their business ...
If the kids are filial
They have good traits ....
We need neither decline financial help from our kids
Nor decline their respect.
But we should remain independent &
Live our own life well.
2nd Stage :
If no mishap and illness strike after we are 70,
We will still be able to take care of ourselves.
Not a major problem.
However, we must realise we are really getting old
Gradually, ... our body and mind will give way.
Our reflex will slow down with time ...
We will have to eat slowly, to avoid choking.
We will have to walk slowly, to avoid falls.
We can no longer put on a front, we have to look after ourselves!
Do not meddle anymore with this and that, or control the kids!
Some even interfere with the third generation !!!
We have intervened our entire life, It is time for us to be a little selfish ...
Take hold of ourselves. Life must come full circle.
Help with the cleaning chores ...
Try to maintain our health for as long as possible.
Give ourselves more opportunities to take control of our own life ...
We lead an easier life when we do not have to solicit help from others ...
3rd Stage :
Our health begins to fail ...
We have to request help from others ...
We have to be mentally prepared for it.
The majority of us cannot escape this hurdle.
We have to prepare ourselves, emotionally, to accept that :-
In life, living and aging, sickness and death are milestones we have to encounter.
This is the final stage in life ...
Nothing to fear !
Be prepared for it in advance and we will not be too depressed.
Either check into a private nursing home ...
Or an old folks home ...
Depending on affordability, of course.
There must be a way out ...
The idea is not to add to the kids' burden, emotionally, increase their chores & their financial commitments.
Try our best to overcome -
What hardship has our generation not endured ?
What disasters have we not experienced ?
Trust us to take life's last lap in our stride.
4th Stage :
Our mind is still clear, but
We are terminally ill,
When our quality of life has deteriorated drastically ...
We must be courageous enough to face death!
Insist that the family not try to prolong our life ...
Do not incur unnecessary expenditure ...
WHEN WE ARE OLD, WHOM DO WE DEPEND ON :-
Ourselves, Ourselves, only Ourselves... it is definite, it is sure, it is certain.
VISITING HARBANS SINGH
One fine day we drove to Harbans Singh's house in the Selangor Royal town. We met Gurmail Kaur and their daughter Amardeep Kaur. We learnt later that the young lady had had a 3-month sojourn in South America. And, she was off from work in Sydney, Australia. So she is a much travelled lass.
Harbans revealed to me another part of his fall from the coconut tree story. He was hospitalized and disabled for a month. I took over his class in M.E.S. while he was recuperating. During that month our mentor paid me Harbans's full salary. Then he also paid Harbans his salary. That helped Harbans so much and thus even up till now he remembers our mentor's kindness and generosity.
Then to supplement Hargans's family income, Ted Miles ordered milk from Harbans as Harbans had a few cows that produced milk to give the family a little income.
Harbans is very alert. He could talk and walk and very definitely he could walk his talk. However, he is skinny. But he is composed. He came to life when he indulged in his recent favourite topic: fortune telling. As we were a bit encumbered by a disabled passenger who was then car-ridden, we did not stay long.
BOOK ON DATO' IS STILL ON SALE
The book TED MILES REVEALED is still available from me. Price RM20 per copy including delivery within the country. Just call me at 0123581964 or email me at:
firstname.lastname@example.org to make enquiries.
As soon as you place the order I will mail the book to you. It has quite a lot of stuffs about Dato' Ted Miles's good deeds to us the students. It is a very good book even for your children and grandchildren on how to be a useful, thoughtful and meaningful citizen.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FOLLOWING IN MAY
||MOHD. ZAINON B. IBRAHIM
||MOHAMAD ROSELY ZAKARIA
||FRANKIE HOH OI CHYE
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