It is the nation’s 53rd. Merdeka anniversary today!
For many years now, I have asserted that this is a day to be cherished proudly and embraced with utmost joys by us all Malaysians. Sadly, I may not be able (or perhaps unwilling, if you like) to maintain this assertiveness much longer. Yeah, much to my chagrin.
Way back in mid- and late-70’s, I was often told by a couple of my late father’s contemporaries as well as some of my older friends then that emigrating to the UK, Australia and even the USA would be a sensible long term proposition if we wanted a meaningful professional career development as well as a guaranteed quality education for our offsprings. I often slighted and countered them that this was but a needless cum loser’s perception.
On hindsight, I think (and I hate to admit) that they might had been my (accidental) visionaries.
Political war-drums beatings on both sides of the political divide and the consequent rhetorical trumpeting that arose as a matter of course over the last few years have been so discomforting. Yes, even for an old bugger like me who has been out of the rat-race for eons now.
You see, I have no need to play corporate politics in order to earn a living these days. Neither do I need to playball with anyone in order to do what I like each day, day in and day out. And, of course, I could’nt and certainly would’nt care two hoots if someone should blackball me too for whatever the heck reasons!
Yet, I feel so very very miserable knowing that the country is ‘getting from bad to worst’ in terms of race relationships and the resultant therefrom’s dragging along the obvious thereto’s .
I am now in a damnable quandary : I failed to share a vision some 40 odd years ago in spite of being one of the not-too-many finance-majored MBA’s in the early-70’s. Little wonder why I ‘missed the boat’!
These days, both my children are pretty successful professionals in their own ways. Are the currently ruling race-centric environmental settings together with their foreseeable near and medium term scenarios fodders for me to cajole (or may be coerce?) my children to migrate for the sake of their further career development ? That said, then what about their future children’s future?
In short, dare I become a visionary, never mind being some 40 odd years later? Believe you me, this is such a bleeding painful alternative choice!
Once again, OMG!
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