Race by SIM ICC

Vettaiyadu Velaiyadu

Date: 18/June /2007

Targeted Participants: Local Polytechnics and Universities

What 2 expect: Exciting & challenging activities & lots of fun

Prizes: $1000 worth of cash prizes to be given away

Contact: Ali @ 93831699

Further Information: http://www.simicc.blogspot.com

Registration deadline: 8/June /2007

The "Ooru kaarae"(Indian nationalle) in all of us...

Disclaimer: Portions of this entry may or may not seem racially insensitive. If it does, kindly forgive me for the inappropriate use of the English vocabulary to express the intended light hearted humour behind the jokes. If it doesn't seem offensive... laugh along with me.

Phew.... didn't know writing a disclaimer can be this tiring..It's been a very long time since i last wrote disclaimers...Writing disclaimers kind of boosts my ego; makes me feel as if i am writing something sensational and controversial.

Anyway, coming back to the topic. Often times, i avoided Little India and all in its vicinity during the weekends ( friday evening to sunday evening), simply because of the crowd (majority of whom are Indian nationalle). It is one place where traffic laws and their enforcers lose their authority. Loud and occasionally drunk men are the kings of the roads.Its a place where they find the bush near the void deck so interesting that they want to snap a picture with it and send it back to India. Its a place that would show you the literal meaning of standing shoulder to shoulder(its that crowded). It's basically a place where a typical Singapore bred Indian will get a concentrated culture overdose, or is it the lack of.. and if you happen to pass by race course lane ... take off your sunglasses. Trust me. You won't need it when the huge expanse of the green pitch opposite apollos is covered with.... er... hmmm.. Indians having a picnic.Good luck to you if you have to cross over to KK hospital..

[the part where the title of the blog was derived from]
You see i always thought, how the hell could they just sit like that and have a picnic on a pitch that reads.. "state land, enter at your own risk". why can't they be a bit more civilized.. BUT today, it all changed.. i just came back from my re-education. i just came back from... Vivo City. Dudes... kindly go to the top floor gallery of Vivo City.. i was just plain surprised to see "our people" (local Singaporeans)sitting along the water ponds(mere metres apart), doing everything imaginable under the sky. There were even Malay families having the typical family picnic.Radios, kids, soccer ball, the food... i won't be surprised if i even found the fishing rod set up somewhere along the roof. There were Chinese couples snapping pictures of themselves with their "tweece" poses or "act cute" poses.. Some of the them were having a pot luck by the stagnant water front.[*slapping my forehead] Then there were the couples desperately trying to perfect their french kisses...You should have heard the moans they let out when they were exchanging enzymes passionately... i thought there were frogs in the pond suddenly. It was like info overload.

Here i thought that the Indian Nationalles were bad enough..guess we are a few steps ahead of them..We do it Singapore style.. Multi-racial.. all races are encouraged to join in the fun.. and thats exactly what i did.. Dun worry,i wasn't practicing my french kissing in a Cina threesome.. i just sat beside one. haha..

...Off the road and into the... postcard

Simply put.. went for the Ducktours.. which has been around for quite some time.. yet i have never gone for it. It's kinda funny to know that a tourist, someone who resides elsewhere would have gone for such rides compared to us.. but i wont blame us.. the ride is like crap.. Only thing i would be thankful for going to this ride is an opportunity to catch a glimpse of the water spout.

...of leapords in tudung and the world wide web..

there is a saying in tamil, which (when loosely translated ) means, the persistence of the ant can even wear out the rock on which it is crawling upon. I thought i might try my hand at it and introduce the leapord in tudung to the unfathomable world of blogging. I only realised much later that i was not crawling on a rock but on a granite fortress. tried.failed.unsatisfied.... but i am going to keep on trying. Just curious to know how this leapord thinks beneath its tightly tied tudung.

I always believe that people have multiple faces (i am not insinuating that people are two-faced)and the face we all see on each other is the one meant for public scrutiny, perceptions and judgments. Then, there are the faces that come out when you want express something. There is a face for every moment you feel.Yet beneath all these layers of different faces.. there is this particular one that is the "real" you. The one which has no guards or false representations or any regard for another.. The one that thinks solely with the heart and not with the mind at all..The one that puts you in the front in all decisions made. hmmmm.. lets give this "real" face a name.. lets call it the "jingaaro".....

It's always fun to see the Jingaaro of someone..anyone. Lately i got very fascinated in my attempts to see the jingaaro of the leapord in tudung ( quite a mouthful).. The leapord in tudung always came across to me as an upright, no nonsense, succinct and firm.... yet it was kind and compassionate and at times (just at some times only) kinda guided me.. this contradictingly cool persona just fueled my curiosity on how its jingaaro would look like.. One day i will succeed. i think. shall see..

try it.. stand infront of the mirror and see the jingaaro..

The Signs... that our society is getting old...

You know that the population is getting old ......

1.When you realize that majority of the Mcdonald service crew are senior citizens.

2.When you see employment propaganda by the Govt. shifting sides from the young and dynamic to the wise and experienced.

3.When physiotherapy equipments replace the plastic playgrounds where children once played.

4.When parents are actually old enough to be your grand or even great grandparents.

On the other hand , you have to give it to our younger generation for responding to this aging problem promptly.

1.They waste not even a single precious moment researching on various lead ups and methods of procreation regardless of where they are.

2.They contribute to the increase of the national birth rate as soon as possible.. presumably in their teens.

3.They also enter the workforce early in their teens to contribute to the GDP, and also to keep our senior citizens companied and also to buy milk powder for the child they had in the process of contributing to the increase in national birth rate.

Epitome of the Singaporean culture...... THE MRT.

It sums up pretty much every or almost, every aspect and characteristics of a Singaporean living in.... well, Singapore.

You have to love the way, the MRT always rushes us to where we need to go. So much so , that we too always rush to .... pretty much everywhere. The MRT door opens , and we rush in to get seated. The Cinema door opens and we rush in also ( despite having allocated seats this time). We rush to the food stalls during our lunch breaks, rush through our meals and then rush back to our work. We also rush when the shopping centres open during a sale. We also rush to buy "Hello Kitties". We rush for the primary one registration and we rush for the free copy of TODAY to read in the MRT. We rush for the mundane to the monumental. Just like how the MRT does not stop mid way to catch a breather, so do we. We have forgotten that the journey also matters as equally as the destination that we are rushing to reach.

Is it the system? like how the train rushes to reach its designated stations within the stipulated time, we only rush to attain the preset goals within the stipulated milestoned age ? find a job by 25 , find a spouse by 30, buy a house by 33.25, have a kid by 35...etc. How one views my point is subjective so i shall not elaborate further.

The MRT has often served as a reflection point in my life. Questions were often asked and answered whilst standing inside the over crowded and claustrophobic cabin.. Where have i been? where am i going? Countless rhetorical questions just churning in my mind.

At times when its not my life in reflection, i see the rebarbative nature of my fellow Singaporeans in the mirror. We almost seem incapable of caring for none other than ourselves. Despite so much visual cues ( which i find embarrassing) to be polite and considerate, there are people who are adamant not to give up their seat for the eldery/disabled/pregnant. Some pretend to be asleep, some pretend to be stressed and angry and there are the classic ones who will clutch their knee or their thighs and occasionally let out a grunt as if they were in pain. Thanks to these dimwits, those who are geniunely injured or asleep get the brunt of the cranky and pissed off eldery/pregnant and disabled.

Just as i thought that all hopes are lost with my fellow Singaporeans, i came across a ray of hope in the form of a pregnant lady whom i met enroute to Dhoby Gaut on the NEL. She was the anti-thesis of my usual fellow Singaporeans. I was seated and fast asleep ( really). When i reached clarke quay, i just happened to open my eyes, i saw this pregnant lady( in her most irritated expression) with her friend. i was still groggy you see and the moment i saw her tummy, i just got up i tugged at her hand and told her to have my seat at the same time i also apologized for not offering her earlier. I proceeded to the edge of the door and leaned on it. Just then the pregnant lady came up to me and apologized..I was abit puzzled.. She said that she thought i was just pretending to be asleep and she was cursing the shits out of me to her friend... i didn't know how to react and i simply smiled and said its ok.

What she did really took me by surprise. She had no need to do what she did.. but she did.. Guess there are still some people with calibre and character around.

Snippets from V.. (the stylo ones)

V's Introduction

The Dominoes

The Climax Fight

	Winner, “Best Documentary Feature” at the 77th annual Academy Awards, 2005. In the dark underworld of Calcutta’s overcrowded red light district appear a group of unforgettable children. Feisty, courageous, and wickedly funny - they are the children of prostitutes and drug addicts, and whose futures have so far been dictated by their surroundings. By a chance encounter, these children embark on a transformational journey with New York based photographer Zana Briski, who, over the course of three years, teaches them photography. The results are life-changing. BORN INTO BROTHELS is a humorous and life-affirming true story of the resilience of children and the power of art to transform even the most unlikely of circumstances.

[taken from GV ]

F.Y.I

i have been asked too many ridiculous questions too many times by the same too many people... so heres to answer some [ which i deem, not sensitive] of them

People: Din, you indian muslim ah?
Din: yes.. i am

People Oh, i have been thinking you are an Indian.
Din: Yes i am Indian.

People: Then how come you muslim?
Din: Coz i am a muslim.... Indian is my race and islam is my faith/religion... Its ok to be a mix , the world wouldn't end.

People: Eh, you pure indian ah?
Din: err... i pure indian

People: oh i tot you had Mongolian blood..
Din: What?!

People: Do you know Shah Rukh Khan... ( apparently, my last name has a khan)
Din: No i do not.

People: How many kids do u have ah?
Din: i will tell you after i have them...

People: Oh, still planning ah...(.... last time when my husband and me.........)
Din: [my goodness] ya i still planning, must get a girlfriend, marry her and impregnate her... etc.. a lot of work la...

People: Din, how old are you ah?
Din: 24

People: I tot you married already , haha
Din: err.. no la i am not... still young la.


People: Eh, got girlfriend or not?
Din: Why do you ask


People: Just ask only la..
Din: No i don't have..


People: Dun bluff bluff...
Din: Why should i ? you think i am still 16 to lie about all these ah.


People: then who da gal i saw with u in [a variety of places]
Din: Frend la... aiyo... friends. whats wrong with you people?


People: Din, you must be very rich rite?(monetarily)
Din: No i am not...


People: Indians must be very good in maths ah?
Din: i am not.


People: Eh, you know the ministers ah?
Din: No i do not..

People: you must know people with strong influences...
Din: where ever u got that idea from... i only know my frens and family.

Din: Give me a break la...