By 'cleaning' the words, we're erasing our past

By 'cleaning' the words, we're erasing our past

This is an article by Umapagan Ampikaipakan...in the New Strait Times. He talks about how certain classics are revised making them lose their true essence and the message the author had in mind when penning down these stories.

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Surmise

Let the night hypnotize you my friend.. and convince you that the day is your foe. Let darkness which is assumed to be the root of all fear.. show you that the unknown and the unseen will not harm you. Let it surmise that light is an illusion. Let it teach you... that as long as there is fear within you heart.... you will never break free. Darkness is the existence of the nonexistent. And light is the non-existence of the existent. Come close; let me whisper into your ear…. And I’ll tell you that light is truly the root of your fears Darkness is the marrow of non-existence.. And non-existence is freedom’s true essence. GrymmRipper =] (P/S: don't own neither do I take any credit for the image above.)

Convenience

A genocide of flora and fauna. A Whale drifted ashore with its bowel pregnant with your single use plastics. NO. Not gory enough. Desensitised. It all seems distanced and far off. It's happening to them not to me. Not me. Not my family. Not my friends. The fine dust that chokes the airway of my child. The microplastic beads that stealthily makes their way into my bowels. The prickly heat stinging my once weatherproof melanin skin. The pesticides slowly poisoning you and me through the innocent consumption of our five a day. It all began with just a desire for a little bit more convenience. Our demand for convenience fills the pockets of greedy irresponsible capitalist. Hah! Always looking for the obvious culprit to take the blame. It's you. It's my family. It's my friends. It's us. We're all to blame. Our bottles of shampoo, our 9p shopping bags, our fast fashion. The binge. The great 'Renaissance' of Consumerism. A genocide of f...

Spinning wheel

Being the person I am, I wonder, How much of this can I bear,any longer, It goes on and on, Like a spinning wheel,that will never stop. When will it stay peaceful? With no problems and worries. This life goes on and on, Never dwelling in time or moments, No two seconds of life are the same, I can't plead it to move faster, And I can't ask it to slow down. Life is a master of its own, Leading and directing itself. It is out of my control, way out of my reach, I can only nod and follow its tide, High and low,that's how it goes, Often catching me off guard. -lady indira-

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