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I have done a lot of things in my life and have also worked in many different jobs to make a living and to experience life. This blog is just some of my musings, sometimes funny, sometimes inspirational, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes simple but all the time, it's just me.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

There is a country called Rafflesia

There is a country called Rafflesia, similar to the flower which smells like rotting flesh, the country has also degraded and smells of rotting flesh.

Rafflesia is unlike any other country in the world, it is far from Utopia, in fact quite the opposite.

It’s population of nearly 30 million is supposedly multi-racial but controlled 65% by a single race which follows a special religion that seems similar to another world religion but is unique and special in Rafflesia.

The country has 9 rulers who rotate every now and then and vote one of them to be the supreme leader.

The leaders have generally been formed by pirates, crooks and murderers from hundreds of years ago and thus some of them remain as such.

The supreme leaders, similar to the kings and queens of France and England of long time ago, use the money of the people of which is called tax.

The supreme ruler and his consort are paid a yearly stipend of 1.5 million dollars yearly from this taxpayers. And on top of that, the upkeep of their palaces of 3.7 million dollars.

The other rulers also get stipends from the taxpayers.

Above all this, all their health, shelter and food needs plus travel needs are taken care off.

Recently, a few of Rafflesia’s rulers have died and taken over by their sons or brothers. Some of these dead were among known people who have shot at people, slapped people and even killed people. The others have run publicly listed businesses to the ground but made millions for themselves.

Their sons have been no better than them.

Some rulers when they get ill, do not trust the Rafflesia doctors to treat them and therefore go overseas with their families to get treatment.

It must be that Rafflesia doctors are too lousy or too laymen to treat such supreme beings.

As such, some of the rulers have to go to near and far countries for treatment. One country is Old Lion which is near Rafflesia. Old Lion’s population is less than 5 million, but it’s doctors are much better. The other country is a place where there are many germs, a country that started 2 world wars, a country which provides much better treatment than any professionals can in Rafflesia.

Also, Rafflesia 9 rulers have now confused the 60% of the population on the use of a singular word used to call God for thousands of years.

You see what happened was for about the last hundred and fifty years or so, it is common for everyone in Rafflesia to use the word Ayah.

Recently, a man came home from work and his children ran to him and called out ‘Ayah! Ayah!’.

His neighbour got very upset and said to him, “Can you please tell your children not to call you ‘Ayah’?”

The man asked, “Why?”

The neighbour retorted, “Because my children call me ’Ayah’ too. They might get confused and mistake you to be their father.”

Then the man told his neighbour, are you not ashamed to say that your children do not know who is their 'Ayah'.

So you are saying by using the word 'Ayah' ,your children will call me ayah too without knowing who is their father?

The neighbour said yes, only my children should use the word 'Ayah'.

The man said, then there is something wrong in what you are teaching your children. They are not sure and do not know who their 'Ayah' is !!

But the rulers than decreed that the word Ayah can only be used for the 60% of the population and the people using it have to use father, or something else because the minorities were confusing the majorities of who the real father was.

But Rafflesia has a vision, a vision that was set by it’s ex-leader who is old and senile. The vision to be developed. This vision is now is tatters.

Not that it was ever a solid vision. Now, there is a new mission, a mission to be One “stinking” Rafflesia – it seems like Rafflesia is succeeding in it’s mission so far, to be one stinking rafflesia, one big joke.

Succeeding mainly because of the lackadaisical attitude of its people. The people have given up hope, they do not stand for much, they are a peaceful bunch that is scared to shake the boat. But when the sleeping tiger awakens, then maybe there will be some changes.

Maybe …. Hopefully ….. then again …. Who knows what can happen in such a fictitious place like Rafflesia. After all, in fiction, the writer changes the story but how about in the real world? In the real world, the people are the only one who can change the history.

Thus begins the first part of stories from Rafflesia.

Take care and be well.

1 comment:

Ser said...

Well said and put...