A Wimpy Kid, Rupert Murdoch, the Amazing Lounging Chair, the Malaya Tigers and the venerable Assam Laksa

Mika has been playing too much with his laptop. So last week I took him to the bookshop to buy some books. I noticed that he has been buying books a bit too mature for him, so this time around I persuaded him to choose something a little nearer to his age group. He chose this book. I haven't seen him hold the book since that day! I reckon it is time for tough love.

Some of our friends are right happy about the sudden turn of events with Murdoch's News of the World debacle. I am only slightly interested. But I do find it strange how democratic countries can permit News Corp to own so many of its important newspapers and television networks. It doesn't really encourage debate and diverse views. Of course all owners of newspapers, networks and news organisations say that they have limited or no editorial control. That is an interesting fiction.

My father purchased this lounge chair some 7 years ago. Well, actually it is a lounging chair and the sole purpose of this chair is to lounge in our porch area. It is CERTAINLY NOT to be sat on. I have never actually seen my dad use it.

This is our Malaysian football team. We had a second World Cup qualifying round game with Singapore last Thursday. The Bukit Jalil National Stadium tickets were sold out within hours and 90,000 Malaysians braved our traffic jam to go and support our team. We lost in the 1st game so had to win by a clear 2 goals margin to make it through to the next round.  

Alas, Malaysia only drew and we are kicked out of the World Cup qualifiers. Late on Thursday night I went to 7-11, and nearby I saw many, many Malaysian supporters in the yellow and alternate blue jerseys. There were many Indians, a couple of Chinese and Malays commiserating each other about our defeat. We may have lost the match, but I am happy to see that we have not yet lost our constant struggle for harmony in this country. I salute my countrymen, who for once dropped their racial and religious division to fully support our players. I am happy.

And to end this posting on a victorious note, Malaysian newspapers (and let's be honest, Malaysians too) reveled  in our local dish 'Assam Laksa' in winning 7th place in a recent CNN International Food Survey, beating our neighbour Singapore which only landed a 35th ranking for the republic's 'Chilli Crab'. The Assam Laksa is a rice noodle dish served in a fish broth, filled with slices of pineapples, cucumber, chili pepper, mint leaves and small chunks of fish. And normally people would add the prawn paste for extra tanginess. Here in my country, restraint is a word non-existent in our food vocabulary.

I don't have much tale of my own to sell today. The day is beginning a little quiet here. Perhaps it is good to rest for a while. There is just so much the world can take of spiritual-mystical-sinner monologues. Hehehe. Maybe later.

Have a delicious Sabbath, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa.

Mika and the Spirit of Soccer, Papa, and in the Name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

THE SPIRIT OF SOCCER
I kicked a ball around yesterday with Mika and my nephew Imran. Imran did alright but Mika doesn’t seem too bothered by the rules. He is quite willing to cuddle the ball in his small arms and try to run past me into the goal. Then he would repeatedly tap the ball against the net, saying “Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!”. I think he beat me and Imran by about 24 goals to 1.

Imran on the other hand knows the rules, but the chap underestimates his kicking power. So often at close range, I am forced to making sure that the ball doesn’t hit me where it hurts. I haven’t touched a soccer ball in ages. But being hit by a soccer ball in the holiest of holies is like riding a bicycle. You will never forget it.

After a good half hour we three were sitting on the park bench, contented in an endorphin induced high. Suddenly, a philosophical look came over Mikhail, and he spoke in a grave tone, “You know Papa, it’s not just about winning. It’s about having fun. That is the true spirit of football, and it is in the heart”.

So that is my boy. Not very good about the rules, but he got the Philosophy and Spirit of Soccer down nicely.

PAPA
Kids here call their father by all sorts of names. Some call their fathers ‘Bapak’ or ‘Ayah’, which for me has a rather formal ring to it. Other children address their pater as ‘Daddy’ or simply ‘Dad’. Sometimes, the word loses the second ‘D’ and my friends end up being barely acknowledged as a “Da” or “Dae”.

Before Mika was born, I thought hard about how I wish to be called. After much soul-searching, I concluded that I like ‘Papa’ best. I recall the simple gentleness of the word from an old 1993 Renault Clio advert when I was reading Law in the UK. I think that the word clearly affirms my paternal position, and most importantly, I felt it to be the softest and sweetest way by which my child can call me. After 6 years, I am happy to confirm that the experiment is a complete success. Too successful perhaps, for I give in way to often to Mikhail’s plaintive ‘Papaaaaa….’.

GOD
For us, God has revealed His 99 Names and Attributes. And I find it sweetly succinct that of all His Omnipotent Names, He invites His servants to call on Him by the names of ar-Rahman and ar-Rahim – Most Gracious and Most Merciful - The two holy names which to me, are the distilled essence and gentlest manifestation of Love. It is higher and finer than Love, you see. For love can often be tough and testing! Of course 'Papa' isn't a divine name like ar-Rahman or ar-Rahim, but you get my drift, I am sure.

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People are suppose to recite the heavenly names as a precursor of all actions. And when I mean all, I mean ALL, however mundane or insignificant the act may be. Of course, as a hopeless sinner, I myself regularly forget to do this. So, I will remedy this and say it here- In the Name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful! Are you hearing me now, God? God? ....God??
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Hehehe. He is hearing me, alright. And thank you too for hearing me.

Have a great Monday, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa.

P/S - The Bismillah calligraphy is by the gifted Sudanese artist Hassan Musa.