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Who likes racist? None of us do. Who likes people who are ethnocentric? I doubt any of us do.

I mean who would like a person who blatantly disregards another human being on their barring of race, religion, culture or anything else. But let’s be real honest here. Let’s be direct, let’s not put icing on the matter shall we?

Before you attempt to read this post, read it with an open mind. Keep emotions out of it. For this post is not a post one can read on an empty stomach, that’s for sure nor read when emotions are in high tide.

The Anti Presana Narayanan Wave

Who is this woman? Why is everyone placing such an importance towards this person? What sort of media coverage has this sole person attracted?

Has she done any good to society? Perhaps won an award? Perhaps she is a missing child?

Nope.nope.nope. She is now a famous character not only over Facebook or in the mainstream media in Malaysia and some say overseas but among the Tamils or would it be accurate to say the Indians- she has become the talk of the town.

Presana Narayana- an Indian female model, in her 30s who recently became a household name after making racist statement about Tamils on her Facebook wall through her idiotic status. According to valid sources, this is not a first time offence so to speak, she has previously made such strong racist statements on a Malayleee Youth Group on Yahoo via email to other members. I shall not disclose the content of that email nor the status message she posted up. Rather, I want to address somethings, least we forget.

Just a few facts I would agree on before heading down that road.

Yes, the woman is racist- no doubt about that.

Yes, she has to understand that she cannot be allowed to speak in such a tone about anyone be it about Tamils or anyone really.

Yes, she should be taught a lesson (which I think she has)

Yes, her excuses for such an outburst is not only lame, but ridiculous silly [which one of us have not been whistled at or disturbed by our fellow Indians in the community (regardless whether they are tamils, malaylees, telugus etc)

Below,  what the community has done about it;

  1. Opened up a Facebook page called Anti Presana Narayanan which has 11,555 likes which was opened on the 21st of May 2012, barely a week ago.
  2. Raised the issue up to mainstream press where Malay Mail covered the story.

The reactions of people?

The bulk of them hatred =with comments on wanting to rape the girl, hurt her family among other hateful things.

I mean get your head on straight, if you are indeed anti-racism,you would first not start a page on a person, specifically targeted a single human-being, fine if your intentions was to actually get the issue out fine, but why still continue is my question?

If the issue is indeed about her actions or her words? Why swing below the belt and talk about how skinny she is or what her face looks like or how you think she would fare in the sack?

Are you just having an adrenaline rush by being part of this wave? Are you truly understanding the meaning of anti-racism? No point claiming to be anti-racist when your pro-hatred, don’t you think?

Come one, like I have mentioned before ,none of us are saints. Especially in Malaysia, there is a slang/special words used for every race from the Chinese to the Indians, Malays and other races. If you have never said anything bordering on racist fine, but I doubt anyone of you are  a saint.

Racism is ugly. Coming from a mixed marriage I understand this better than most. I know how it feels to be labeled by your race, religion etc. What is uglier is hatred, what is uglier is people getting together under the guise of unity of anti-racism but instead or targeted a single human being with acts of hatred.

I do not agree with what she said, how she said it, why she said – frankly speaking I think no attention should have been given to this women. She is not worth even talking about yet here we all are debating about her, talking about her and worse still being ugly because of her.

What makes you and her different? If you are just as ugly..You might not be throwing out racial slurs but hatred?

And you think you are taking the high road? Think again.

If only we cared as much about other things like how corrupt our systems are or how children go missing everyday, if we put as much effort towards all the other issues that really mattered, as much as we did for this particular person, wow- how great life would be.

But, oh well people will be people. Do think about what you are doing and what you are saying. Karma can be a bitch, the question is are you really certain that god will only punish Presana Narayanan, cause the way things are going look likes tens of thousand of people are dangerously drawing close to being , if not just as bad, but worse than all the things she says or is doing.

God bless us all.


With all the drama going-on with families these days [mine-included], it makes you kind of wonder about what is really happening around you. It really makes you think of things way ahead of your time. It makes you question, what would you do.

The thing is when such a thing appears to me, be it in my mind, through a conversation or even when I see the realities occurring right in front of me- the answer is always the same and it always will be. There will be no question of economics, comfort, convenience or any such thing because like the post says, it is a given! There should be no question at all.

What am I rambling about? Parents.

As I see my grandparents getting older (hitting their 80s and older) I see all the squabbles, the hesitance of their children in taking care of their own parents and it makes me really sad. I mean imagine years from now, you too will be in that position. I just can’t fathom how anyone can even consider, even for a moment whether they should or should not take care of their parents.

Imagine if your parents thought that about you too. Now that would be real COOL don’t you think. Nah, my daughter is crying too much, my son shits too much…she started writing on the walls again, she keeps asking me questions and bugging me. If our parents threw us out then, we would not be where we are. 

Now, don’t get on your high horse and tell me it is different. Frankly speaking, it is not. When your parents reach that age, they will fall back into that cycle, they will become kids again. The question is will you care for them, as they cared for you?

For me, it is a given. Should it not be for you too?

The word itself, fallin’ or proper English falling, brings imagery of fear rather than wholesome goodness, doesn’t it?

When I see the words, fallin’ I imagine the action of being pushed through this supernatural force, with no sense of control whatsoever over the situation ,let alone the frequency nor the impact of such a fall. But the intensity of that sense of no control can be very exhilarating I guess, that’s why we thrive on activities borne out of fear, don’t we.

That explains sports like bungee jumping doesn’t it. I mean why in the hell would you strap yourself to something and volunteer to fall miles and miles upside down only attached by a little spring thingy! Doesn’t make sense does it? But somehow such actions or force give us such pleasure, such exhilaration …..and fallin’ is no different, OR is it?


What is it really? The act of fallin can be so mysterious, its similar to fatal attraction except that, in this sort of  circumstances, it happens and continues to occur, each time with a higher intensity, until you have completely succumb to it, it is a more like a  journey. It certainly does not happen in the course of a day nor a night but how long really is determined by how fast your mind and heart works together to build that emotions brick by brick…not to forget the existence of prior dungeons, like you very own Great Wall of China. I mean if you have a Great Wall of China barrier within your mind and heart, the process of fallin (still happens whether you like it or not) will be a little more complicated as it seeps through, breaking that wall and its many barriers that seeks to keep any foreign agent out.

Why the concept of Fallin’ has come to mind all of a sudden?  Yesterday I visited my kids back at college and there were listening to Backstreet Boys and it just brought back a lot of memories from 97, the time of which life was easy, no complications ….

when life was just as it is, there were no barriers, when people were just people and it did not matter where they did come from…and who you did fall for, was pretty much simplistic.

Yes, you have guessed it- Backstreet Boy’s “As Long as You Love Me”

The lyrics itself;

As long as you love me
Who you are
Where you’re from
Don’t care what you did
As long as you love me

Listening to Backstreet Boys as I was growing up…in my teens I believed every single lyric (pretty standard for a growing up kid I guess). A lot of how and what I thought of life was formed with a little help from my boy band factor. In a way, lyrics like this is pretty direct thoughts on love on a whole. The whole idea that love isn’t based on place, career, job titles, status, ranks,riches was rather appealing to a young kid building her ideals as she went along, hence why a lot of my ideals are to some [not realistic] in this day and age.

Anyway not to stray from the topic of fallin’, let’s revert. Why I mentioned this song? Simple really, when you are fallin’ [my take on it, that is..] isn’t this lyrics pretty much a guidebook to the art of it?

I mean if you are indeed fallin for someone, it should not really matter should it? Any of those ideals should not even take part let alone take center stage? I mean how can you classify it as fallin, if you plan every single moment of it to the execution of that exact moment? If you get what I mean…

Well let me break it down for you. When you fall for someone, it is not supposed to be arranged in a perfect setting, the perfect symmetrical face cut, musical accompaniments among other things. It just suppose to happen each time with a higher intensity then the prior moment, it suppose to be magical not planned. If you are going to choose, dissect and pick, every single moment  to the moment of impact, how the hell is that considered falling?

To me its pretty arranged, possibly for glamorous purposes the tag, fallin is added.

You don’t choose who you fall for …I kid you not. It just happens, out of your control and that is what makes it so powerful and magical.

I hope for the lot of you that have not yet experienced it just yet….that when it does, you allow it to happen. When, how, why are questions that I can’t answer nor will you. When you fall, it will just happen, not something you can anticipate, but if you do and when you do, trust me the feeling is earth-shaking and if you let it work the way it should, it can be one of the most fulfilling journeys of your entire life.

I’m not saying that it going to lead to marriage and babies but what I can say is that it allows you the privilege to experience something truly magical, for most people,they only allow it to happen to them once because it basically about letting everything go, with no questions ask, most of us only manage to do that successfully once in our lives.

~ perhaps in part 2 we will explore the journey itself 😛 from my lenses.

If you change your mind, I’m the first in line Honey

I’m still free , take a chance on me

If you need me, let me know, gonna be around

If you’ve got no place to go, if you’re feeling down

If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown

Honey I’m still free Take a chance on me

Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie

If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance. We often told numerous times in our life to just take that chance. Go out there, I mean what do you have to loose? If you have not accomplish anything yet, what’s there to loose? It applies in every facets of our lives from our careers, education and even our love life.

But the question is do we take that chance? Do you take that chance?

Taking chances, sounds easy enough. Simple enough really. You just go out there and seize the day, seize the moment, seize whatever comes your way. But is it really that simple? Is taking chances that easy? Is there no consequences in putting yourself out there?

If I say no, I’d be pulling your leg most definitely. Come on, how can there be no consequences when you put yourself out there.

It is like being naked. Being vulnerable. Putting your guard down.

Consequences will always be present. What you got to ask yourself really is if that chance is worth taking? Is it really? Are you taking that chance for yourself or because someone else wants you to?

How that chance is taken and how it will work or proceed is entirely up to you…I’m not saying that taking chances will result in having a positive outcome nor am I saying that it will guarantee happiness, money or even success.

That is the thing about taking chances. It involves a lot of risk.

It might leave you more bent out of shape that you were before. It might make you the happiest women/men alive. It might rob you off your self-confidence for a bit. It might make you see the world in a different light. It might take you on an adventure you would have never ever been open to before. It might open doors to the impossible.

The thing is that you won’t know which one of these possibilities will be your outcome.

What I can tell you is that taking a chance on something or someone is not easy, especially if you have been through a lot on your own, if you have been jaded in the past for whatever reason…it sure as hell ain’t easy and anyways saying it is bullshitting you to the core.

Will you regret taking that chance, I can’t say. I’m not you nor are you me.

At times, I do wonder whether taking chances is a good idea because it can leave you freezing in the cold, gasping for air-wishing you had never crossed or walked that path. You might walk to the middle of the bridge to take that chance will the other person might leave you hanging mid-way. It isn’t entirely up to you. But what I do know is that…

…In that smallest gap of a moment, I think of all the wonderful things I did experience. while taking that path towards my chance and I feel maybe it was worth it after all. Even if it does hurt now.

I mean would you rather leave it to the universe to decide?  I wouldn’t.

ABBA  did set the record, years ago…



Your cheating heart..will make you weep..

You’ll cry and cry….

Until you sleep..

But sleep won’t come…the whole night through…

Your cheating heart, will tell on you

Somehow, don’t ask me why,but this song keeps playing over and over in my head. I remember this dude who lived in my grandpa’s house, Austin. He had the most amazing, deep, husky voice that could just blow you away and it was one of the first songs he taught me within that short time that he was around.

Of course being barely 12 years of age… I hardly ever thought of this song at all…like really understand the lyrics. I mean somehow when your younger you don’t get the nitty gritty, for most that continues to adulthood, hence why you see fun, happy tunes that don’t make any sense hitting it big in the charts!

Anyway I have always been on the receiving end, often swallowing bitters pill of deceit and betrayal and have always wondered….

Do they really regret it? Do they really suffer? Do they even care?

Can they only speak, do they not hear?

What do you think?

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I’ll love you for a
Thousand more

Driving back at 2 am, hearing this song with such an intensity- reflecting on conversations I’ve had with the closes of friends in the last week or so- and still it puts me in awe. The simple fact that we believe, no matter how jaded we are that in the end, each of us will find that someone who makes us feel that way…that way.

Putting all that aside, the songs..the lyrics..the scenes that have replayed in our minds millions of times of true love, of finding someone…that completes that circle…the balance we hope to achieve when we do find that person in our lives. But are we believing on blind faith?

Is it what we truly come up with ourselves? The idea of finding that perfect someone who completes us. Is there such a person? I mean are we truly being idealistic at best?

I mean after all in the movies, in lyrics, in songs- it always works out somehow…the scene always ends with the heartbroken person, falling safely into the trusting, loving and strong hands of their rescuer, their perfect person in one way or another through the beautiful institution of marriage.

It hardly ever shows you what happens beyond that…beyond the wedding dress, the shoes, the event, the food, the glamour, the hype of it all… I mean what really happens?

You put two completely different individuals together, no matter what sort of mutual habits/likes/hobbies etc..I mean your putting two people of the opposite sex together, that itself throws you off completely. The way females and males think differ, its like being on different planets altogether (Yes,….Mars and Venus alright). But it does not end there! Then if you look further, you looking at different characters, personalities, principles..the list goes on.

How can these two people co-exist in the same bubble continuously and be able to deal with each other with all the quirks, the ups, downs across the years? Do they get tired? Can they love each other with the same intensity as they did before?

Yet people lie, cheat, beg, steal and the list continues in relationship prior and even after marriage, at times. So what keeps us still looking for that someone? Finding for that person? Having a hope that we will beat the odds, we will be triumph through it all. We will be different.

The question is how many of us have said that before, we will be different, we won’t be like them. We will survive….

What is the cost of that survival?

Losing who you are? Being someone else? Living a double life? Starting to despise the sight of a person you could not stay even a minute from before without missing….? Truly being connected with the other person? Soul mates? Does it exist? For how long?

I have no clue….

The odds are depressing..the amount of people who suffer in the pursuit of finding that right person…..

Yet we still hope, we still love and we still pursue that road that leads us to a thousand years.

Why? Why do I still believe? Why do you??