Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Our fragile life…

I received the news late yesterday evening. Pak Tam passed away at office yesterday. He suddenly lost consciousness at work, and rushed to the hospital, where he is pronounced dead.

I visited Tok Haji last night, and he looks devastated, even if he tries to hide it. Nothing prepares the parents for the unenviable task to bade their children goodbye. As I was talking to him, Tok Haji quipped, ‘We thought that we are going away first, not the other way round…’

Relatives and friends came in droves. The ‘jemaah’ came over to say prayers. Pak Tam was only a few years older than me. He does not seems like having any medical conditions but, I might never know. He left a young family and a good career. Such is our fragile life.

Rest in peace, Pak Tam.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Wheel not turning…

I have not been on the bike for the past two month. Missed a lot of  rides , the weekly rides with Man CiOCC clan, even the Century Ride in Ipoh. Not even easy rides around the house. Ceh! Kata cyclist bagai… ride pon tidak :(

Scotty has been gathering dust in the store room in the mean time.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Selfish, selfless

We are selfish creatures. We think about ourselves most of the time. Its all about what is in it for ME, ME and ME. We laments the fact that no one seems to understand us. How come they do not see things the way I do?

I was having a discussion with a close friend about our differences in looking at some things. We debate on how we see things differently on the same matter. One common thing could be interpreted and looked at from two different point of view. How we agree to disagree.

Working together is an art, looking past our differences while recognizing each of our personal strength. Some of us have grown up and have made a name for themselves, so we are no less a person than the next person. But then again, it is never easy to step into other people’s shoe, so how do we know our shoe is bigger than their shoe?

Communication. Miscommunication. We tend to believe what we wanted even if it is a bit off the truth. Not trying to see the other point of view. Being a man, and stepping up to the plate is more honorable than grovel and pointing fingers at others, easily saying everyone missed the whole point.

I am willing to make concessions and look over the past. Are you? Or are you still stuck to the memories of yesterday?