student life

i have always heard people saying student life especialy campus life is the best life anyone can ever have. But..oh boy..let me tell u it is not really fun being a student in university..Right now im freaking out with too many things to be accomplishe in too little time. Well there is the weekly lab reoprt for every engineering subject..Tutorials..assignments..Projects to followup..Lazy groupmates to handle..Fussy lecturers to be buttured up..Boring lectures to be put up with..the early mornings and horrifyingly late nights...Library books that were due two weeks ago..The occasional nil bank balance...The long lines to use the university printers to print out assignments(its cheaper compared to outside CC)..On top of all bad food that taste like saw dust sweeping off the market floor(yucks). Despite all this we have handle our social life(social life to me is the occasional trip to the mall-when appa has deposited fresh supply of money of course), keep our co-curriculum impressive by joining as many clubs,societies and attending as many camps as possible, score our quizes,tests and finals so that our names are encrypted in the legendary dean's list. The dean's list of course sounds as if it something great..Trust me..the reward is only a high tea and a piece of certificate (but there is no denying the swelling pride when your name appears on the faculty board under the dean's list award student) and of course you will be then formerly known as the geek and will be momentarily kicked out from the cool gang and sneered at if you fail to get into the dean's list the following semester...Anyway, for all of you people out there who keep repeating that student life is wonderous and monumental..i bet you will be running for your lives if you have to experiance the student life we are experiancing now.

Living in Malaysia

Malaysia is situated at the heart of South East Asia.It is referres to as one of teh fastest growing Muslim country in the world..Half of its economic growth is dedicated to Dr Mahathir Mohamad..His fierce attitude towards westeners are most well known.Decades ago, indians..primarily south indians were brought in through penang by the british to work as rubber tappers..So, the family trees of many indians in Malaysia start in rubber estates..It mmight surprise u that i refer to Malaysian born indians as indians..But that is our identity here..africans in america are referred to as african americans..but here..we are not called as indian malaysians..we are referred to simply as indians despite the fact that we were born here and bear the equal rights to be referred to as Malaysians..Now, one may ask how proud I am to be a malaysian and how much devotion i have for this country..This is a question that i have asked myself many times..Everytime i sang the malaysian national anthem in my school assembly..everytime I sang the national anthem in my university official functions..But the answer still plays hide and seek with me..22 years i have been calling Malaysia home..But do i really feel "at home"??there are many "sensitive issues" that are not allowed to be questioned here.Such as "do we really recieve our equal rights in education".."are we really allowed to practice our religious believes independently".."do we have equal rights in the country's politics" Survival is part of living..and we are all survivng..It is the matter of how good our surviving skills are.

my vow to myself

Life to me is a book..that is because i never know what lies ahead on the next page..Flipping the pages of my life has thought me many things.Some great things and others not as great..But none the less, every aspect of my life is still a treasure in my heart. I have made many mistakes..but the mistakes i made had become stepping stones to bring me to a greater height..im grateful for the lessons that life has thought me.these lessons that i learnt from observing people and from my own experiance has made my life bloom right infront of my very own eyes..I know im an adamant person..i profusely and fiercely refuse to do things that i never wish to do..not because im incapable..but because i strongly hold to my principles..I will fight till the end..I will not surrender to even those who hold higer position than me..i can achieve greater things..i will proof that i am larger than life..I will not let mundane issues and things to slow me down in my path..I am clear of my destination..i am going to keep moving towards it no matter how tough it gets and no matter how many obstacles i face..FOR I WAS BORN A WINNER..I will remain a winner even if i loose..because no matter what i will not loose my self respect..the journey from now on is only straight ahead and there will be no junctions and deviations..When i finally reach my destination that i have in mind now..I hope i will find a new destination so that my journey never ends..Yes, I agree my journey is still far..But i will keep travelling.

Words to ponder...

Nehru's speech when he announced Ghandi's death..It put tears in my eyes..

the light has gone out of our lives and there is darkness everywhere and i do not quite know what to tell you and how to say it. Our beloved leader, bhapu as we call him, the father of our nation, is no more. Perhaps i am wrong to say that. nevertheless, we will not see him again as we have seen hm these many years. We will not run to him for his advice and seek solace from him, and that is a terrible blow not to me only but to millions and millions in this country.

the light has gone out i said and yet i was wrong. For the light that shone in this country was no ordinary light. The light that illumine this country for these many years will illumine this country for many more years, and a thousand years later that ligth will still be seen in this country, and the world will see it and it will give solace to innumerable hearts. For the light represented the living truth,and the eternal man with us wiht his iternal truth reminding us of the right path drawing us from error, taking htis ancient country to freedom.
.....there is so much to do. there was so much more for him to do..We could never think that he was unnecessary or that he had done his task. But now, particularly, when we are faced with so many difficulties, his not being with us is a blow most terrible to bear...a mad man has put an end to his life...

Gandhi died on 30th January 1948..It was a friday evening..Right before his evening prayers.He was 10 minutes late for his prayers..His assasin was Naturam Godse..A fellow indian and a fellow hindu..Or should i say an hindu extremist