Friday, 14 November 2014

Whispers Of The Dead


This is a special post which I felt personally with regards to recent events in my life.

One of it involves a certain someone whom I met online, who likes to criticise the current events in Malaysia on Facebook. Religion, extremism, feminism, you name it.

At first it was about sharing of opinions, mostly of hers, then she started to talk about religion, which opinion I disagreed. When I shared mine, this fella ain't listening and thought it's annoyance, and she just cuts me off, disconnected.

Then I realised. Whatever I said, whatever voice spoken or words left behind, it'll be the same whether I'm dead or alive. Just whispers of the dead.

Recent events in my career also points to this. I realised I have to step up and stick to my limits and principles. Only to find out in the end, the fruits of labor tasted bitter.

I realised then what my friend once told me in Malay.

"Buat Baik Berpada pada, Buat Jahat jangan sekali" which translates to "do good with limitations, do not do evil".

With limitations.

The problem with doing kindness, is that, 

once, it felt bliss.
twice, you felt responsible of it,
 more than that, it'll felt as an un-necessary obligation.

That's why I guess, in religion, it'll always teach, do good because of God alone. Other than this will result in frustration.

Know this. Stalin once said "Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs".

The summary of all this just made me more resolute towards achieving silence.

One of its immediate effect is I learned that, not answering is sometimes the best answer.

Because in the end, whatever voice spoken or words left behind, it'll be the same whether I'm dead or alive. Just whispers of the dead.


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Just play the video clip, read the intro, then follow through the drawings.

I'm too lazy to make a video actually.

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Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry


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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Disasters_of_War 

The Disasters of War (Spanish: Los Desastres de la Guerra) are a series of 82[a 1] prints created between 1810 and 1820 by the Spanish painter and printmaker Francisco Goya (1746–1828).

Although Goya did not make known his intention when creating the plates, art historians view them as a visual protest against the violence of the 1808 Dos de Mayo Uprising, the subsequent Peninsular War of 1808–14 and the setbacks to the liberal cause following the restoration of the Bourbon monarchy in 1814.

During the conflicts between Napoleon's French Empire and Spain, Goya retained his position as first court painter to the Spanish crown and continued to produce portraits of the Spanish and French rulers.[2] Although deeply affected by the war, he kept private his thoughts on the art he produced in response to the conflict and its aftermath.[3]

He was in poor health and almost deaf when, at 62, he began work on the prints.

They were not published until 1863, 35 years after his death.

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http://www.richardharrisartcollection.com/portfolio-view/francisco-goya-2/
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Los_desastres_de_la_guerra
 
 Plate 1: Sad forebodings

 Plate 2: Rightly or Wrongly

 Plate 3: The Same

 Plate 4: The women give courage

Plate 5: And they are like wild beasts 

 Plate 6: It serves you right

Plate 7: What courage!

Plate 8: This always happens


Plate 9: They don’t like it

 Plate 10: Nor do [these] either

 Plate 11: Nor these

Plate 12 – This is what you were born for

 Plate 13 – Bitter to be present

Plate 14 – It’s a hard step

 Plate 15 – There’s no help for it

Plate 16 – They make use of them

Plate 17 – They do not agree 

 Plate 18 – Bury them and keep quiet 

Plate 19 – There isn’t time now

 Plate 20 – Get them well, and on to the next

Plate 21 – It will be the same 

 Plate 22 – Even worse

 Plate 23 – The same elsewhere

 Plate 24 – They can still be of use

 Plate 25 – These too

 Plate 26 – One can’t look

 Plate 27 – Charity

 Plate 28 – Rabble

 Plate 29 – He deserved it

Plate 30 – Ravages of war 

 Plate 31 – That’s tough

 Plate 32 – Why?

Plate 33 – What more can be done 

 Plate 34 – On account of a knife

 Plate 35 – One can’t tell

 Plate 36 – Not [in this case] either

 Plate 37 – This is worse

 Plate 38 – Barbarians!

 Plate 39 – heroic feat! With dead men!

 Plate 40 – He gets something out of it

Plate 41 – They escape through the flames 

 Plate 42 – Everything is topsy-turvy

Plate 43 – This too

Plate 44 – I saw it 

 Plate 45 – And this too

 Plate 46 – This is bad

 Plate 47 – This is how it happened

 Plate 48 – Cruel tale of woe

 Plate 49 – A woman’s charity

 Plate 50 – Unhappy mother!

 Plate 51 – Thanks to the millet

 Plate 52 – They do not arrive in time

Plate 53 – There was nothing to be done and he died

Plate 54 – Appeals are in vain

Plate 55 – The worst is to beg

 Plate 56 – To the cemetery

 Plate 57 – The healthy and the sick

 Plate 58 – It’s no use crying out

 Plate 59 – What is the use of a cup?

Plate 60 – There is no one to help them

 Plate 61 – Perhaps they are of another breed

Plate 62 – The beds of death 

Plate 63 – Harvest of the dead men 

 Plate 64 – Cartloads to the cemetery

 Plate 65 – What is this hubbub?

 Plate 66 – Strange Devotion

 Plate 67 – This is not less so

 Plate 68 – What madness!

 Plate 69 – Nothing. The event will tell.

 Plate 70 – They do not know the way


Plate 71 – Against the common good

 Plate 72 – The consequences

 Plate 73 – Feline pantomime

 Plate 74 – This is the worst of it!


Plate 75 – Charlatans’ show

 Plate 76 – The carnivorous vulture

 Plate 77 – May the cord break

Plate 78 – He defends himself well

 Plate 79 – Truth has died

 Plate 80 – Will she live again?

 Plate 81 – Proud monster


 Plate 82 – This is the Truth