The shameful 2 faced lives that Singaporeans
lead.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I was in Singapore from Nov 1 to Nov 9. East coast Malaya from Nov
9 to 12. Nov 12 travel from Wakaf Bahru/ Tumpat Thai border to
Singapore on Malayan Railway Eastern Line. Departed Singapore 5.40
pm Changi, SQ2 Nov 13. The following my observations.
Every morning Singapore I wake up and turn on TV Channel News Asia.
Steven Chia and a diminutive woman who keeps nodding her head at
regular intervals, almost to outdo TV's "noddy the horse" read the
news followed by Jennifer Alejandro to read the business news.
Alejandro on her part introduces herself phonetically as Olihandro
for some reason when it should be pronounced Alejandro as spelt (J
being pronounced as H in Spanish, unlike in Portuguese were it is
the same as in English). Alejandro is simply Alexander in
English.
The point is this. These TV newsreaders unlike their other
Singaporean citizens, do actually speak English and not Singlish.
Second they appear to have an education commensurate to their
reading the news. Third they appear to be very westernized with
westernized mannerisms, effusing confidence replete with the jokes
and the small talk which is expected of any newsreader in any
western country.
But one thing makes them very different from any western
newsreader. The fact that they are quite prepared to surrender
their destinies to the whims of a despot. Any western newsreader
being unwilling to do.
It strikes me as odd, very odd, that such apparently educated self
confident young men and women, such as these western style
newsreaders would be quite prepared to act their parts in a so
called first world country, yet are prepared to live, presumably
out of fear, in circumstances where they have no rights at all, and
all rights belong only to the Lee family.
It is not only them. The greatly experienced SIA pilots on all the
legs to Singapore and back only spoke an atrocious form of English,
as we know Singlish, which is in fact English with a Hokkien
accent. I am quite sure that listening to them, any English speaker
from any part of the English speaking world, hearing it for the
first time, would be hard-pressed in being convinced that it is
actually English. But what was even more astonishing was the fact
that all of them had an English name before their Chinese name,
like Robert Chong and so forth. One will wonder why these people
are so determined to have English names when they have so much
difficulty in speaking it. Why are they so desperately trying to
hide their Asian identity? And if they are so ashamed to be
Chinese, should they not try a little harder in trying to speak
English for a change.
The taxi driver from Changi Airport to my hotel had many
complaints. Not enough money. Taxi company charging too much.
Difficult to survive. To my question why he did not do anything
about it, his answer was that it was useless. He did not wish to
openly protest as the government will retaliate and cause him and
his family harm. He was afraid. He cannot do anything to change his
bleak prospects. He is resigned to the fate the government has for
him. A pathetic case, just as the sad cases of each and every
Singaporeans that we meet. A country consumed in fear.
Dying for good Indian food, I head for Tekka Market. There I meet
an Indian foreign talent, a civil engineer. He is a Singapore
Permanent Resident. He lives alone in Singapore. His wife and
children live in India. He has been in Singapore for 6 years. He is
not interested in being a Singapore citizen. As too many Indian
students are going into software engineering, there is a shortage
of civil engineers in India, he claims. He claims he can make as
much money now in India as in Singapore. He told me he cares 2
hoots for Singapore. He will go anywhere in the world where he can
make money. Then he will go home to India. He is Indian, he
reminded me.
At the market I meet up with Uncle Yap. He paints an even grimmer
picture of Singapore. He says the government does not pay CPF
because they have run out of money. This is evident in their laying
off many workers in government departments. And these, even the
highly educated ones, according to Uncle Yap, end up as security
guards and taxi drivers. He even said that there was a PhD driving
a taxi around. The foreign talent policy, according to him is
deliberately carried on by the government to suppress the wages of
Singaporeans to remain competitive. If true, very distressing news
for all Singaporeans.
A friend of mine, Jagir Singh Towana. Ex police officer. Spent
entire career in the Singapore Police Force. After retirement, one
would have expected him to live in comfort and leisure. No not so.
Despite ailing health, he has had a heart bypass operation, he has
no choice but to drive a Mercedes Benz taxi as a relief driver to
the licensee. This is another example of the dark side of the Lee
Kuan Yew's first world country.
Another old friend Gurunathan is busy running around as a real
estate broker. He claims he has no time to see me as before. He has
to run around making money to pay for his HDB flat. According to
him, the HDB did not care whether you had food. Their flat must be
paid for first! So even though he retired from Telecoms many years
ago, despite every muscle and limb hurting, if indeed it did, the
man has to still run around the length and breath of the island,
hoping to make a deal to pay for his flat and food on the
table.
We have Bala and Thanabal, the former in his 60th year, and the
latter 57. Both have all sorts of ailments. Bala has severe
diabetics, suffered a stroke and now has a liver condition.
Thanabal a lifetime smoker has had a "balloon" medical procedure in
his heart. Both are ailing. Yet both, with all their strength have
to work. This Lee Kuan Yew's first world country is not prepared to
lend them a hand.
Yet neither Bala, Thanabal nor Gurunathan would dare to even
mention the word "protest". They are terrified to even mention the
word. Terrified at what Lee Kuan Yew would do to them if they even
so much so as raised a whimper. This is the example of Lee Kuan
Yew's first world citizens in his first world country.
I spoke to my friend Nazir Mohammed Khan. He is the grandson of
carpet dealer Amir and Sons along Orchard Road. This man had a lot
to say in complaints. He had stories like how Lee Kuan Yew and his
family forced the then owners of Goodwood Hotel to sell it to them
and other interesting pieces of information; whether true or not
only God knows. But in the end, he will refuse to do anything even
remotely of registering his complaints in the open. On a fear
register of 1 to 10, you could consider him nine. Now since he
knows that I write this blog, he has refused to meet me at
all!
I saw my friend Sambasivam of MediaCorps Tamil Section. He was my
old friend. Same complaints as usual of the government censoring
the media. But as expected he is not prepared to do anything about
it. Again, the all encompassing fear.
I sometimes find it hard to accept the fact that in a country with
such an educated population, why do they not realize, as everyone
can see, that if sufficient numbers show their dissatisfaction, the
magic words being sufficient numbers, the government is powerless
to punish everyone. And it is not too hard to galvanize sufficient
numbers. Surely this is possible.
But as to why they do not see what I can see, is a problem that
beats me. Especially why Mr. Steven Chia, the Channel NewsAsia TV
newsreader, that outspoken, classy, sophisticated Western educated
confident young man wishes to live his life in submission beats
me.
And on the whole, the average Singaporean appeared to be classic
Kaisu characters. Greedy, selfish, money driven, generally angry
and impatient. A vast contrast to the people of Kota Bahru...
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