Lord Shiva Nataraja, The Cosmic Dancer.
Happy Deepavali, the Hindu festival of Lights or The Triumph of Good over Evil that is celebrated all over the Hindu world just as Eid Adzhar and Eid Fitri is celebrated all over the Muslim world and in Malaysia being a multi racial country we celebrate almost all the various festivals celebrated by Hindus, Malays and Chinese including the other indigenous people of Sabah and Sarawak. Hence in this country we have lots of Holidays when you add the National Day, the King's Birthday and so forth. By right everyone should be more relaxed than other Nations for having allot more days off from work. We never had any major wars except once or twice in my lifetime where political imbalance caused a racial riot or two, otherwise this nation has known relative peace and tranquility in the past 75 years a far cry from the fate of Palestine, the Hell on Earth. Just thinking about it robs one of the pride of being a Human in this day and age. Over the past few years I have celebrated Deepavali by going to dinner at my friend Dato Gary Nair's 'Passion of Karalla' Indian restaurant one of the most popular Nasi Daun Pisang or Banana Leaf restaurant in Penang. But this year I was not motivated to join the festivity there but instead was invited by young Mr.Tyson who lives downstairs on the 6th. floor with his Mom as his father passed away three years ago from cancer, for a lamb curry and drink.
Nothing is more colorful than a gathering of Indian Ladies
The whole of last month was somewhat a drag in more than one ways and especially in the financial department whereby I had to swallow my pride and made several loans and credits from friends in order to avoid pestering my children about not having enough to go grocery shopping. However, Such Is, it is sometimes easier and less frustrating to give in and take the next best way out than to face reality head on. I had to skip doing what i should have or could have and instead surrender to accepting the defeat of not having what was needed to serve the material existence. My bad! I keep reading from the advice given about old farts like me having to be prepared financially for my old age, but too late now as i have no pension funds to fall back on and not even a savings account to my name and as it is I am totally dependent on my two children, but for how long? I have been closely observing the scenario that plays itself out when there is tension in the home, how i felt being taken for granted or being rude to. At times i almost recoiled with anger for having allowed myself to be sucked into this predicament. My bad! I gambled and I think I made a few wrong choices for the right reasons and now I can see that I will be paying the price as time goes by and I cannot stand up literally to fend for myself. This is what happens when you wear too many mask in one scenario, you loose sight of which is the real you that can stand the test of time.
Who Am I?
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