The global recession has yet to hit our shores with full force, but Malaysians are already nervous.
THE year has been a little too exciting for many, including this writer. It’s come to a point that, in private and among friends, we confess that we are tired of it all.
The impending recession does not help. The shenanigans of celebrities and those in public office are exhausting us, and real life is getting tougher.
So when you’re being positive amid all this gloom and doom, you can come off as a Pollyanna. Everyone else is worried about the state of everything, and you’re trying to vibrate positivity.
Somehow, it’s politically incorrect and insensitive to be this chirpy. Frankly, very few of us will have the time and energy to want to reflect on our lives. There are bills to pay, families to clothe and feed, and the potential of jobs taken away. What is there to be so happy about?
Recessions happen every decade, but this time, everyone is affected. The rich, the middle class and the poor. Misery loves company, as they say, and it’s nice to gripe in company.
The party could not have gone on, though. It was, as a friend said, insane. You should have seen what was going on in his company, he added.
Unlimited expense accounts. The jet-setting and meeting with people who made or broke deals. Working with fresh graduates who earned 10 times more than when he first started working. The spending and partying. It all had to end.
And though the recession has yet to hit Malaysia in full force, the signs are already there. A person I know is bewildered by his friends not returning his calls. His fall from society and the boys’ club is perplexing. I tell him it’s because everyone is penny-pinching these days.
I do not tell him the truth: that he is persona non grata now because the days of wheeling-dealing on high stakes are over. At the end of the day, in that world, it’s all about money.
Women gripe about not being able to shop as much as before, but it’s harder for men.
For people like my friends and me who work in a field where pay is not at corporate rates, and whose friends are just the average Malaysian (I can imagine some people shuddering at the thought of being friends with the Average Malaysian), life goes on, though we note that RM100 does not go far these days.
However, I suppose for those who are in revered circles, the fall from social grace is something that they cannot fathom. After all, money can buy class, and cuts across all races, and they had had that social cachet for a while.
Malaysia has yet to be hit by the global recession, but Malaysians are already nervous. It can be hard to be a Pollyanna during these times, but stay positive we must.
I don’t know about you, but come March 8, 2009, I’ll be an exhausted bunny. Not a month passes without an epic socio-political drama. I am not a political analyst, and neither am I political, but as a reading and concerned Malaysian, like all my family and friends, we’re pretty much tired of it all.
We understand that parts of democracy and growth are facing challenges and dealing with changes, but how much longer can the current goings-on be promoted as governance? And when will Malaysia not depend on personality-driven politics?
To regain my sanity and sense of balance, I resolve not to read news for a week. It is going to be hard, but I think I need that distance. It’d be good if the media fast lasts a month, but I don’t think I am that saintly.
When one is too close, one does not see the bigger picture. I may be presumptuous, but I think Malaysians have had too much to swallow, and that we need a break, a break from all that drama unfurling in our beloved nation.
I’d like to think that a self-imposed introspective period may actually be beneficial.
Work beckons. I leave you with some home truths that Bill Gates reputedly threw at a bunch of American youths:
Rule 1: Life is n
ot fair – get used to it!
Rule 2: The world won’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3: You will not make US$60,000 (RM219,000) a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger-flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes, and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rainforest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life has not. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades, and they’ll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to anything in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off, and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is not real life. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffeeshop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.
- Dina Zaman’s journalistic hero is Tintin, Boy Reporter.
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