Enuf is enuf

How many times have you heard from a Malaysian Sports head that we need to bury the past and look to the future?

How many times have we failed at the last hurdle, e.g. semifinal, final, etc; when we were touted as champions beforehand?

How many times have we heard that we spent too much on a sport and not achieving the wanting success?

How many times have we heard of mismanaged sports organization only to realize that the matter has yet to be resolved for the umpteenth time?

How many reports have we read about would be resignations, only to find that the successor is worse off?

If sports is to catalyze and showcase the Malaysian spirit, and shape the Malaysian competitiveness, than why do we succumb so poorly on the world stage?

Do we want people to know us as mere gentlemen (graceful in defeat), and not winners?

Why do we spend so much for so little, don’t we need to focus on those sports that ensure success?

Should we still dream of the past and base our plans on nostalgia, whence we last dominated the world scene, whence our champions are head over heels better than our competitors, when in the present, we can’t even get off the first round in those competitions we once dominated?

Don’t we realize that,

The world has changed?

Our beating boys are now beating us?

Anyone can become a champion, even the Jamaicans can bobsleigh in the winter Olympics.

Sports is about putting in monies (wisely), not just making monies?

Should it not be that,

We put more monies (and effort, and time, and organization) on snooker and billiards?

We get school kids to take up archery?

We promote lawn bowling to the masses?

We ensure squash is taught at high schools?

We champion futsal instead of football?

We aggregate table-tennis and not tennis as the preferred sports?

We prefer brain (techniques) to brawn (strength)?

And last but not least, arrange a proper golf programme so that golf is the number one sport in Malaysia.

FORE!

Abah

On that cool October afternoon

Grey clouds blanket the blue sky

In that sterile somber room we croon

Teary eyed lullaby

Another Ramadhan comes to an end

Is this your last goodbye?

100 years more, if I can recommend

Even though time I cannot buy

Sad doesn’t begin to describe your passing

A man so full of life

When tomorrow we should rejoice in His blessing

Only if today you can survive

That which has robbed you from us

Tissues that are cancerous

Though it seems ridicules

That this could happen to us

When you prescribe those that are medical

To every man woman and local

In those well equipped hospitals

Yet those silent killers are lethal

To you everyone else

Is first, and you last

And you cannot care less

If your time has past

You were a good son to your mother

A splendid husband and a great father

And what we most remember

You are a true leader

As you ebb away in passing

The sky cried tears of rain

May Allah gives His blessing

For those deeds during your reign

As your only son can only pray

That you wait for him in heaven

and before that you would stay

slumbered serenely until awaken