Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Little Lady Has A Mind Of Her Own

You can find me here now most of the time

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Life Is About Waiting In Line

You waited in line to be born. From this point on you will be doing a lot of waiting in line to get something that belongs to you. Or you wait in line for your turn to receive BCG jab, or to obtain your report card from your class teacher. You wait in line to be caned in front of the entire school population because you were not smart enough to get away for locking the librarian until he was black and blue trying to undo the coil of wires you had tied around the doorknob of the school library. You wait in line to board an airplane. You wait in line to clear immigration. You wait in line to get a taxi to the hotel. While you wait, you check your phone. You amuse yourself with Instagram, Flickr, Facebook or whatever. Before you know it a full hour of your life has been spent playing with the phone. You haven't gained anything in terms of knowledge, or faith for the hereafter. And then you wait in line for the medical check up. You wait in line to get the pathologist report that you got cancer. And then you wait in line for the chemo. And then the line moves up a notch and it is your turn. Only this time, it is your turn to die.

Life if pretty much waiting in line. And checking Instagram and Whatsapp until you realise it is too late to turn back time because folks have already wrapped you up in layers of white cloth since you are now a lifeless guy who used to wait in line.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Baseball Cap, Harvest Hat And Hijab

The hijab became popular somewhere in the late 70s or the early 80s, or was it the middle 80s.  One thing for sure, it wasn't part of the dress for Malay women in the 50s or 60s.  Back then the women went about town with Holywood style hairdo.  There was no pressure from culture or religion to cover the hair and women were free to do their hair any which way they like.  My cousin used to run a hairdressing salon that kept her busy all day but brought her much fortune with enough money to invest in property and land.  The hairdo went well with the type of dress popular back then where women wore Baju Kebaya and Batik Sarong, flowing skirts with 4" belt and matching shoes.  They also carried matching handbags.  Shoes and handbags are still part of Malay women's dress but the skirt and Baju Kebaya have long been forgotten as these are deemed unIslamic.  A woman in baju kebaya, the kind worn by the flight stewardess of our national carrier, can be a little revealing and sensuous to those with extra imaginative mind, I reckon.  I think an extra imaginative mind will find Burqa sensuous too.

You don't see Malay women in kebaya anymore but you will see them in baju kurung and hijab everywhere you go.  Those who don't don the hijab are considered unIslamic and arrogant as they are categorised as being unhappy with how a woman should dress in public, especially in matters concerning exposing her hair for all and sundry to see.

How times have changed.