  A view to a kill Looking out of my window seat and staring at the D'sara highway that leads to the city, one has to wonder how being a victim in the rat race means nothing to the overall life-cycle of the city. Even if a few good men decided to try and change the status quo , the maze that we have come to know would not augur a sight of the telling labyrinths that has kept all entrapped in this game of a race. But why should it, when we are merely pawns in this cruel game. If anyone thinks that they could challenge the system, then you can face it head on with all consequences kept in view or you can just leave and not tarry. Whatever your decision, the one thing that is for certain is that somebody is bound to replace you. So many have fallen and so many have disperse. Yet, it is no wonder how many others have sat in my same view only to ponder the exact same thoughts that I am going through.
Could it be a cycle that bears no evolution and is fueled by humankind's desire and greed for wealth and satisfaction. Probably so. Coming to the point, then it would be easier to think that it is the way of the world, the unspoken reality that has overcome the individual self when trying to weigh what is right and what is wrong. But did we not have enough primary education to suffice this disaster of losing control of the child within? For the record let's dub this child within the 'self'. And the external behaviour that everyone comes in contact with as the 'person'. Do we know exactly who the person is that we show to the world? And not a mirror of what people want or expect us to be? Or are we led to believe that our cognition, action and behaviour are actually a reflection of the self within? Think for a moment. Take your time and think real hard. For the point that I will make warrants no answer, simply a mere reflection of what has become our culture, and probably yours.
Coming towards the end of looking out of this window seat ( approximately another 8 days to go ), and while I ponder the frayed ends of my very sanity, I have come no closer to where I was before and where I stand today. How could this be, I thought to myself? Are we not the people who are famed for 'service with a smile' , a caring and a sharing culture? When so many that have been here testify to the very facts that we are well and truly humble and modest. Please, stop the flattery. It's going no where, especially not when it's a mere superficial and cover to the insidious beast that has come to erode the self like an eperdemic.
Slowly but surely we have forgotten our roots. Then the question of 'who are we? ' , must once more come to mind and stand firm. Like a beacon that will carry us through the darkness of globalisation. Like the bark of a star who will always seem visible in the bleak and cold dark night. Behind the pretenders and above the minds of those rain clouds, it never seizes to shine. Yet, we know they were always there, and yet we blame them for not shining through.
Such is the shame that has polluted the minds and hearts of the culture that we see today. We know or fail to let die the memory of what is right and wrong. I dare not speak of it as our conscience, for if the self warrants not the actions of the person, what conscience are we talking about anyway? That we would care for those who are weaker than us. Do we not owe a duty of care, make that a legal cuty of care to our loved ones, family, friends, neighbours, in short every other living being that we have met? Then why would the person before me, and after me sit and ponder the very same raiders of our rice bowl. Daylight robbers of what we so frequently see in the corporate world that binds the street urchin and the kingpin in this global village.
On one hand lies the victims of this sad creation, and the other the blurred vision of victors of our destiny, (tepuk dada tanya selera) . Is our society to conceal and carry on without the dignity of even trying to help our immediate neighbours. Are we only practitioners of our beliefs, applicable only when we are safe to practice this believe, and hypocrites when the situation summons to test that belief? I do not know what is right or wrong. That is for the master and creator that lies in the self of each individual to decide. Not me, I'm just another victim of this rat race. Pondering whose shared realities that we as denizens of the Klang-Valley have come to know. 
