Wednesday, March 29, 2006


It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun's light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!" And having said this he breathed his last. (Luke 23:43-46)


Dark Hour




-Photo essay using Olympus mju Digital S410D.
Thunderstorm of 28 March 2006, 7.30 pm,
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Jazz Review: When the Guitars' In Full Swing!

The Duo
The 'Quartet'-Roger and his Maton, Farid and his Godin

Roger Wang
Roger Wang, fingerstyle guru of Malaysia

Farid Ali
Farid Ali a.k.a. Mr Gambus

What an evening.

Read review here

Monday, March 20, 2006

Teleological Ethics vs. Deontological Ethics

“Suppose you are holidaying in Europe some 65 years ago and returning from a hunting trip in the Austrian Alps. As you and your guide wander towards a small village where you have been staying, a motorcade pulls up in front of the hotel and a very notorious dictator with a strange-looking moustache steps out of the car with his trusted German Shepherd at his side. You are in the perfect position to potentially shoot this person and change the course of History. What will you do?”

(Finally, something worth studying from Accounting Theory and Practice)

Friday, March 10, 2006

A Tiny Mustard Seed

When faith is like a flicker of flame beaten against by the wind...

I hold a tiny mustard seed
And rests upon my fingertips
It looks as though it has been made
To lay on the ground
Attention unpaid

The wind comes and takes it away
The tiny seed does not intend to stay
Where it shall go, it does not know
It rests upon the wind alone

The seed submits to the dancing of the wind
It seeks not to follow its own dream
Yet, nor does the wind tarries without care
It wills for the seed to green a land so bare.

The seed reaches its home, behold!
A miracle begins to unfold
For what a towering tree it will soon grow
My faith is that mustard seed,
I am told.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Violent Peace.

I reckon that everyone longs for peace. Which is an irony, really- if everyone longs for peace, why is it so difficult to attain? Gone are the days when stories of cats getting stuck on trees and later, rescued by firemen make the headlines. The world is drowning in complexities after complexities- racial conflicts, religious bickering, gender rows, cartoon wars; it certainly can’t get more creative than this.

It is rather common to flick on a television channel in which a beauty queen exclaims, “World Peace!” and flashes her megawatt smile; while a rival channel showing clips of bloodied people running away from a burning bus, with body parts strewn across the floors. Even with such gory graphics, people are indifferent towards violence. They would probably lose their appetite faster with the beauty queen’s tasteless cliché answer, rather than the screening of bombings by veiled men.

Does peace, therefore; comes with a price? The Holocaust, the Crusades and the Biblical Exile- they all tell us it does. And a hefty one, it is too- anger, hatred; and nothing short of bloodshed. If I were to think of peace pictorially, it does seem as though peace looks more like a blood-thirsty vampire than a lamb skipping on the meadow. Peace is anything but meek.

Flashback to 2500 years ago- when the sounds of the feet shuffling against the sands of the one crying out, “Comfort, comfort my people!” were perhaps, the most beautiful sounds that the Israelites had heard in years.

“The LORD has bared his holy arm before the eyes of all the nations, and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God”. (Isaiah 52:10)- the prophet proclaimed, perhaps; in the midst of loud cheers, thunderous applause and large crowds dancing in the sandy streets for joy.

Yet, it was not the end of the prophet’s proclamation. He turned to one and perhaps, looking in his eyes; he said of the price of peace- the sacrifice of one among many to come-

“But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all. (Isaiah 53:5-6) “Who?” The Israelites asked, their eyes searching for a prospective candidate.

Today, some of us are still, searching for that prospective candidate- that nation, that political leader, that organization, that war. Yet, it is none of them that has brought peace, nor will ever bring peace. Real peace is never to be brought by some treaty between two nations nor is it to be brought by the installation of national leader.

Peace, was already bought over; at a price of a man’s blood. And today, peace is to be brought with violent decisions- turn the other cheek, walk the extra mile, love the enemy.