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- The democratic hoax of Bersih 2.0 (Part 2)
- The democratic hoax of Bersih (Part 1)
- MUSICAL INTERLUDE: On the road again
- Concluding what "the untold MAS story" did not tell
- Witnesses turned court room into legal comedy [Upd...
- What "the untold MAS story" did not tell? (Part 6)
- What "the untold MAS story" did not tell? (Part 5)
- What "the untold MAS story" did not tell? (Part 4)
- Speak up not without fear, but with facts
- MUSICAL INTERLUDE: Old black water, keep on rollin'
- Husam: A moral challenge for PAS delegates
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3 comments:
they all are like in a trance..
Thank you brother , your musical interlude , the song entitled on the road again by Canned Heat reminds me of like going down my memory lane . It was a pleasant episode elucidated the story of me entitled , " My Journey of no Destination but of Destiny ."
In 1968 I journeyed out to the Western continent of Europe alone . I owned a precious portable Hitachi tape recorder . " On the road again " was the song that had kept me accompany throughout the rugged inland journey .
This song with its simple melody sounded for easy listener , monotonous jazzy-style played beats and rhythm , tight in with three easy musical cords , top up with the sound of harmonica and simple but meaningful lyric had came to be a tuneful guardian angle for me . It boosted up my spirit and had emboldened me to keep on moving to the unknown .
With this song , I learned to play the harmonica that had helped me to earn some money by basking .
The lyric very briefly synchronizes the story of my journey .
Even though I was tired and weary after a long voyage , after Madras I was on the road again .
Reaching Bombay had only bread and tea with no woman by my side , I was on the road again .
With no special friend to call in New Delhi , I was on the road again .
It was my first time in Kabul after I went through Peshawar and Rawalpindi , I was on the road again .
Even though I saw no snow and no singing in the rain in Kandahar , I was on the road again .
I could not get any job in Teheran and certainly had no payroll for me , I was on the road again .
In Istanbul I had no place to go but abled to visit the Blue Mosque and walkabout in the grand bazaar and I was on the road again .
I was quite young and was 20 going on 21 year of age then , I left my dear mother reluctantly but still I wanted to be on the road again .
When I was in Greece and Italy I felt homesick thinking of my mother , knowing her , she won't for me cried no more .
She knew that the lonely journey I took all by myself , she also knew I won't be lonesome .
One morning , she knew that I be at her door step .
After 20 years later I was there , appeared before her and I would not be on the road again .
Thank you Brother ,
Ghaf
If I was not awarded a scholarship abroad, I would have done the same thing.
My buddy did it and end up working, living and schooling Europe. Even end up getting himself a European wife.
But I did my share of being "on the road" in the states. Travelled every semester break.
That on the road spirit keep us moving ... till this very day!
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