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Thailand: Cause of violence on the streets of Bangkok?

Sunday, May 16th, 2010

Watching the violence on the streets of Bangkok, i was reminded of my little sojourn to the Preah Vihear Wat in April 2009 on an observer’s assignment. Why was this significant, you ask? Well, it changed my perspective on life after 3 days and 2 nights, and when we were forcibly asked to leave due to “border tensions” for fear of loss of life, it reinforced my perceptions that there is no such definition as a generic people. Perhaps just the call for a cause…that people take up.

Borders dispute the territories of CAMBODIA and THAILAND by implication?

To get a reference point, it is about 1.5 hrs drive from the famous Angkor Wat in Siem Reap. Situated on the top of a mountain about 500m above sea level, this serene and holy temple had stood the time of many battles through the centuries, adapted its architecture from many dynasties, and with a breathtaking view across a valley over a cliff, presented itself as an almost unassailable fortress.

We had a tough 50 minute walk up majestic steps of carved rock to reach the top. Every step nearer the peak made more dizzying by the feeling of optical illusion playing on vertigo [don't stand up and look to the side]. The view of the temple [wat] was worth every single step. Magnificent doesn’t even come close. Unlike the traditional square layout, Preah Vihear temple is long with a North-South facing, about the length of a football field. When the sun sets, and you are on the parapet of the prayer hall near the far end, the rays of sunlight cast golden strips inside the halls in an ethereal shadow play.

North-South Planview of Preah Vihear Temple

Before I get all soppy, let me get to the point.

Cast into this story of a beautiful shangri-la, are 2 countries: Thailand and Cambodia. Both are [yes, present tense] still locked in dispute over who owns this piece of history, now declared a UNESCO Heritage Site as of 2008. Our observation team had trekked from the Cambodian side, and parked ourselves by the mountainside on the south-west with an oblique view of the wat, watching Cambodian villagers and pilgrims stream up and down.

What we saw through our binoculars, destroyed my beliefs in empathy of the human spirit. Innocent unarmed Khmer men, women, children and aged were being fired upon by Thais from the other side of the mountain. If this was a Buddhist temple and both these countries were steeped in the faith of the Middle Path, how could this be happening? There were casualties, and we don’t imagine how they could survive the journey to the nearest hospital. The shots were not designed to scare nor maim… but to kill!

When 2 shots hit our location, bullets narrowing missing me, we moved out of our makeshift tower, and called for assistance: 6 pan-and-tilt high resolution digital cameras, and 3 laptops. This enabled us to continue observation without risk to life and limb, via digital footage. I was shaken and more curious than ever. I had a lot of questions for our Khmer scout. Why was this happening? Aren’t they all Buddhists? Isn’t Preah Vihear already a Cambodian treasure? Who are these Thai fighters? The army? Are they factions with an axe to grind?

If you recall some history, Indochine is a French term describing the 3-country territory of Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam. Colonized by the French around the 17th century, few realize that the borders have been “shifting” gradually. In fact, our scout had this to say: the border had already moved 1.8km towards Cambodia, and the encroaching forces have camped in the valley below. The number of troops had roughly doubled and skirmishes were regular. Casualties among troops were up, as with civilians.

By the 3rd day, we were instructed to vacate our location and return home. It was also 3 days before the National Day of Hatred in Cambodia which falls on May 20. This date commemorates the end of the cruel and vicious rule by the Khmer Rouge, who I call the “Red Bandanas”. I had had face to face experience with them in July 1997 during Ranaridth’s attempted coup [that, is another story altogether]. As a norm, most foreigners who work in Cambodia would take leave and “escape” to a holiday out of the country annually before this, and election time. Call it preventive action, or self-preservation, I wouldn’t blame them.

So, what has all this got to do with the current Thai crisis, where militia, insurgents, and common folk are engaged in violent clashes? Just reflect on these facts:

> No foreign powers have ever conquered nor colonized Thailand since time memorial. [I've been told many times that the Thais are not one people but many tribes from many provinces, united only by the passion of causes]

> Most, if not all, maps, land title deeds, and government records, were destroyed by Khmer Rouge forces prior to, and during the coup in 1997.

> Ex-Thai prime minister of Thailand, circa 2006, Thaksin Shinawatra, was appointed chief economic adviser by Cambodia’s Prime Minister Hun Sen. [can it be said that Cambodia is now aware of Thailand's game plan?]

> It was rumoured that Thaksin made more than 20 Million British pounds when he sold Manchester City Football Club to Sheikh Mansour of Abu Dhabi for about 210 Million British pounds in 2008.

> The “Red Shirts” who are pro-Thaksin, are calling for a disbandment of the current Thai cabinet.

Do we know the Thais better now?

While we are on the subject, here’s another play happening behind the scenes. Vietnam has been co-owning numerous farms in Cambodia, and selling goods and basic necessities at heavily Viet-state-subsidized prices to Cambodians. Local Cambodians cannot compete against >50% subsidized vegetables, and smuggled goods [the Mekong River is a major convenient border].

Question is, do we need to move borders to own territory?

It’s often what we don’t see, that make our passions powerless.

BIG ideas start from simple actions

Friday, June 12th, 2009

On the sidewalks of Singapore are seldom seen the likes of the poor in tattered clothes. There are always hand-me-downs, even branded ones. The Salvation Army even rejects clothes if they dont meet a certain “criteria” or standard. The poor are often in homes away from the city and mainstream. Many have no savings and resort to collecting cardboard and cans to make the next meal, yet the flats or apartments they are stying in, are fully paid for. It’s a different definition of poverty.

More of the aged are taking to the streets with karaoke sets, a guitar, a flute or a harmonica. Occasionally, you get to hear a trombone or trumpet. They still need a license to perform as a busker, a luxury, that only as recent as 5 years ago, was allowed. Public performances can lead to the formation of a mob, legally defined as an illegal gathering of 3 or more people.

So, one day i was pleasantly surprised to see an old, dark but simply dressed, Chinese man in long grey pants and checked, fading but sturdy, maroon shirt. He is belting out Frank Sinatra hits, a selection of Teresa Teng classics, and even Bee Gees numbers in the subway tunnel. Nice acoustics! He misses a few notes, but the music is intact. You can see he has patched some parts of his pants with white thread. Of fashionable design, it is not. Bottom parts are neatly attached with packing tape.

He is blind, holding onto a drumstick [not the edible type] in one hand, facing a small tomtom drum. The other is clasping a harmonica. There is a single box speaker singalong “karaoke” box by his left side, as he sits on the short bamboo stool, headset mike next to lips. A stainless steel bowl is lined with a handkerchief inside, lies in front of the drum to complete the scene. Further down the passageway, some teenagers chat, and an executive lady in her 50s walks past, stops, pauses, hesitates, backs up, then throws in a few coins. The crowds flow as fast as the trains, and I am sure he “feels” the waves move by, but hardly anyone drops in their small change. Maybe it is the rumour that these buskers are part of a syndicate out to extract money from the public in an organised manner. This is Singapore, so why do foreigners often ask “is the mafia controlled by the government”?

I was carrying some school supplies. For no logical reason, I pulled out about 12 assorted pieces from a box of chalk. Pink, blue, yellow, green, white. I placed them neatly in a row in front of our old “Moon River” singer, and next to his bowl. Actually, i think the handkerchief was to stop the coins from clanking and distracting his singing, because anyone could have just taken his coins away. I waited and watched from a distance to see what would happen.

About 6 minutes later, 2 little girls, 5 or 7 years old, walked past with their older sister. They stopped, spoke to each other, then walked back to the busker. Now, I thought they would place money in the bowl and take a piece of chalk each, like the story of the little match girl. I was wrong. They picked up 4 pieces of chalk each, and started to draw on the floor in front of the old man who was now singing “Massachusetts”. Panic caught my throat. Oh no! What if they drew naughty pictures that might get him into trouble!

Slowly, i walked toward them, preparing to shuffle my shoes over whatever nasty drawings they might be creating to make fun of him. But what i saw brought tears to my eyes. The 2 girls were drawing a park scene with kites, birds, flowers, animals, big clouds, smiley sun, and 2 doves carrying a circle in the centre. When they were done, they put his bowl right in that circle! They opened their small “bus pass” purses, and emptied their coins into the bowl, then gave their chalk to the next set of children [students] who were walking past. With a hippity hop, they joined their sister and away they went. Holy moomoo i was thinking…I just met 2 angels!

The 3 students in school uniform decided to add their own trucks, trees and butterflies [i think the only girl of the 3 did that]. By now, the wave slowed down as people were curious as to what the drawing was about, and started dropping more coins in the process. You know, I bet they thought it was a great drawing effort by a blind man!

I guess this was an incident that inspired me to study multimedia. The lesson I learnt didnt come from the classroom.

12 pieces of chalk

LifeMaps

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

the Map of Life lies inside of us. journey deep within and discover answers that no one in the world can give you. 

here is how that works:

 

  • Create
  • Model
  • Test
  • Present
  • Execute

 

in case you haven’t figured it yet, this blog is about starting a new business. ever so often, we are in conflict with our priorities in money, management style, personal values, and our family needs.

let me share some of my experiences, some of those little wisdoms we learn the hard way, and how some simple steps can get you organised toward a holistic compromise to fulfil your dreams. 

my philosophy is a simple one:

 

truly enjoy what you do for a living, and you won’t have to work the rest of your life.

 

so, go get that business plan done well, synchronize it with your life goals, you are set for life. clear conscience. independent. secure. focussed. happy.

are you ready?

Hello World!!!

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

Often we rush through every single task and action without a thought for life’s little surprises.

There are simple packages left lying around. we forget to notice, so we don’t stop to open them. after a bit, we forget why they are there. occasionally, something catches our eye, yet we rush off to meet friends, check email, go shopping, the movies, parties, gym, …well, anywhere else except our own personal space.

We are not comfortable being alone. 

Many wise people have uttered this wisdom in more ways than we can imagine:

To enjoy company, we must first appreciate solitude.

Have we listened? seldom? maybe not. it must be the noise that blinds us from listening. those bright blinking lights. the text messages, ringtones, MP3s, vidz, utubes, and a dozen more distractions fed by the commercial world and served with chocolate-dipped, jelly covered nuts and sprinkles. yup, it’s sweet. and we want more.

Just when you aren’t watching, Life changes you!

By the time we take a break from the Rat Race, and rest, it’s late. like falling asleep on the bus, we’ve missed a number of stops, and we need to get off, and walk back. or grab a cab. or run in the rain. so it is like that, every day, every year. that’s 525,600 mins in case you are counting. and reading this, and asking if it will get you somewhere. are you still here, looking for answers?

 

the herd

1. A group of cattle or sheep or other domestic mammals all of the same kind that are herded by humans

2. A group of wild mammals of one species that remain together

3. A crowd especially of ordinary or undistinguished persons or things

The herd wants to belong together, because united, they are stronger. there is power in a crowd. there is anonymity. because no one needs to think much, just follow the one next to you, the one you like, or the leader. whatever.

A herd is its own phenomenon. distinct from another. a certain hierarchy. its own objectives. an instinct to self preserve, in defense or expectation of attrition. then it moves on. to something else. or somewhere else.

 

the soloist

1. Alone: without any others being included or involved

2. Lacking companions or companionship

3. Radically distinctive and without equal

You may be a marathoner, or cyclist, or gymnast. starting within a sea of expectations in a crowd of competitors, and always ending alone. first or last. there can only be one.

Start something. and finish it. or not. look at a problem differently from the many common suggestions. decide there is a better way, a friendlier way. ask opinions whether they be what you want to hear, or not. always learn. in all ways learn. 

 

the garage

1. A workshop where vehicles are repaired or serviced

2. Small workplace where handcrafts or manufacturing are done

3. A place where great ideas are born, where businesses begin, where problem solving is emphasized

The garage is where i spend some thinking time. Tinkering with the little boxes of memorabilia, jars of memories, containers of assortments of screws, and washers, case of bulbs, bag of bolts. unfinished projects. we have the toolbox and the power. we can can choose between batteries and manual muscle. because we can change things.

it starts here. it starts with me.

 

same question, different answers

same day, different shit. is not. in every moment is a choice we can make. it is perfectly fine to choose to make a mistake. as long as others don’t pay for it. after all, aren’t you seeking answers?

Wear this, only when you are with me. Wear this only, when you are with me.

Every single mistake we learn is one more we won’t make. we ask questions because we want to know others’ mistakes. because mistakes have all the answers in them.

We lead, only when we have followed. We lead only, when we have followed. not always true. leaders always attract followers. who may want to know your mistakes, or bask in the halo of your glory. sure, why not. leaders don’t always have all the answers, but build upon their followers’ mistakes from their questions. questions have all the answers. it is either yours or your leaders privilege to keep them. hey, why not share the answers?

the point is always to be curious. curious people get all the answers. not all answers are equal.

not all leaders are the same, either.

 

the plan

a dream is just a dream. a goal is a dream with a plan behind it.

 

[come back next week...plan to do it...if you are still interested in the answers...]