"The sharp knife of a short life

I've had just enough time..."


- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry


I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?
Showing posts with label Malacca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malacca. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Buah Keluak – From A Poisonous Seed Into A Delicacy.


I've had just enough time...   to get used to bitter medicine

Buah Keluak before processing - poisonous (left) and after processing - safe (right)

There is a tall tree called Kepayang rising up to 60m or 180 feet in the mangrove swamp of South East Asia. It produced a large fruit called “the football fruit” as it looked and shaped like a football. Covered by a thick skin is the yellowish flesh containing large slightly flattened seeds called “Buah Keluak”. The seeds are highly poisonous and contain hydrogen cyanide. Ingested, the symptoms are general weakness, confusion, shortness of breath, dizziness and coma. High amount of ingestion can kill.

The Nyonya Ayam Buah Keluak - a flavorful dish

How did man know they can make it edible? The seeds must first be boiled, then buried in ash for as long as forty days. The modern way is alternate soaking, scrubbing and rinsing for days or even weeks after the initial boiling. The boiling and fermentation will release the water soluble hydrogen cyanide which is washed out. The seeds are used whole to produce the famous Nyonya* dish – Ayam Buah Keluak (Braised Chicken in Black Nut Curry). One can scooped out the black, creamy and oily content from the seed with a small spoon. It has a tar like appearance and consistency that has been described as having strong mushroom or truffle taste. In Indonesia, the kernels are grounded to make a thick gravy called rawon to produce a distinctive beef or chicken stew. Who would have thought that they can make this highly poisonous seeds safe for consumption? And to even make delicacies out of them?


Scooping out the 'opium' or black tar out from the seed

As I recalled the taste of the Buah Keluak, I reflected on my bitterness and how to turn it into a winning recipe of living. And how not to stay a poisonous seed toxic to others.


The little restaurant in Malacca where I had the black curry dish



Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Your Window to the World


I've had just enough time to...   open my window to the world


A lovely window that I chanced upon in Malacca...


How you look at the world
Shapes how you look within
Your window to the world is
What It sees when it looks in
You see more through the views
Of others than what you yourself see

Look at the world
With love and compassion
So that the world
Will look at you the same


...said a lot about the owner.



Sunday, 27 October 2013

The Lady in the Flower Cheongsam Promise Me Love


I've had just enough time to...   deliberate on the complexities of Love & Life

The Lady waiting on the stairs by the street of Malacca

The lady in the flower cheongsam
Promise me love 
But I don’t have the currency 
She said she doesn’t mind 
But many do 
And do I 
Mind we are of different worlds 
Mine beneath hers

What about pride?

Love conquers all when you’re in love
But love is like soft petals on sunny days
All too soon it fades away while
Pride is sharper than steel and
Harder than the boulder
That stood in our way


Love on her mind

Coward! She cried
Your pride is too fragile
Hitting me where it hurts
How do I make you understand
A man’s pride is his being
Without which he is a bitch
I can give you my life
But I can’t sell you my pride

What about love?

What about love?
Without love a man can survive
A lesser man he may be but a man still
Without pride a man is a dog
Its tail licking its heel

Life in the way

I am a woman.
I need no pride which
Makes me more a man than you
I am willing to die for love but
I am not willing to die for pride
I am willing to give up everything
For that sublime feel
You are not willing to accept heaven
To your brittle pride you yield

She stood at the top of the stairs
I stayed below
She dared me to go up
But all I could think of
Is the same promise
Made by the farmer’s daughter
One love is as good as another
But a shattered pride
Stay shattered forever


Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Looking Out The Window With A Smile


I've had just enough time...   to look out the window into the world with a sad smile

The clown looking out the window into the world in historic city of Malacca


Looking out the window
Into the world
With empty eyes and a smile
The small kid runs, laugh
And pointed
He likes it best on hot afternoons
When only stray dogs
Roam the silent street
On cloudless night when pebbles
Reflects the moon’s silvery lights
On rainy days when heaven’s tears
Spear the lonesome Earth
Always with the same smile
The same empty eyes
Looking out the window
Into the world from behind bars




I was wandering through the street of one of my favorite city. The historical city of Malacca where there always new discoveries to be made. At a corner building of the Ironsmith Street “Jalan Tukang Besi” away from the maddening crowd, I saw a Chinese Clown in a T-shirt looking eerily out a window of the brightly painted orange building. Its fathomless eyes unreadable and its sardonic smile uninterpretable. What are its thoughts to be looking out the window every day? I tried to imagine but it is not easy to be a clown with sad eyes and an uneasy smile.


Saturday, 30 March 2013

Truth Like Fishes Are Elusive Little Creatures.



I've had just enough time...   to look for little fishes


Taken of the little fishes I found in a pool in Malacca by standing very still


The sharpest pain is to be misunderstood
The biggest sacrifice is to allow to be misunderstood
But only the misunderstood will understand this

It does not matter, does it?
Life is more about understanding and sacrifice
But the hurts persist

The hurts will subside over time
Like sediments in still water
But will never disappear

So don’t stir the water
Don’t muddy it
Fishes can only be seen in clear, still water



The elusive fishes are gone if you are not as still as the water



Wednesday, 27 March 2013

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Gets Going but…



I've had just enough time...   to shed a tear for the fighter

Taken from St. John Fort in Malacca on a rainy day



When I was young I was taught 
“When the going gets tough, the tough gets going”
That is how I lived my Life
Which saw me through many fights
These scars bear witness to the fact
It is not courage I lack
For I believe - “The tough gets up from the dust”


Now the dust has cleared
And clearly I see the battle field
The broken spear, the fallen shield
Comrades that shared a drink and laugh
Now laying face down in the dust
My weary hand can't hold up the sword
Without a sound to the ground it drops


It takes an effort not to sink to my knees
There is no more fight left in me
I slowly turn and walk away
My Life will change from this day
It doesn’t matter what others say
How I ran away from the fray
Even a hero must call it a day…



Saturday, 23 March 2013

What Is A Lion Doing On A Roof?



I've had just enough time...   to feel for the lion on the roof


Taken of the lion on the roof in a small street in Malacca


I saw a lion on a roof
What is a lion doing on a roof?
I’ve no idea
It had seen better days
That I’m sure
Now left to the weather
Its days are numbered
But I felt
It rather be on the roof
Than in a dark attic
Among the dust and forgotten things
Here it watches the crowd below
They used to watch him roar
But no one looks up now
They are too busy finding their ways

I saw the lion on the roof
It is slowly fading away






Friday, 1 February 2013

Did You Notice The Flowers Or the Crack In The Wall? – Part II



I've had just enough time to...   differentiate between the flowers and the crack


Taken in the same place in Malacca as the last post, all inside a building :)


 Are you more concerned –
About the further widening of the crack
Or the imminent fading of the flowers?




Will you –
Patch up the crack
To enjoy the flowers?


Or will you –
Enjoy the flowers
And not worry about the crack?



Maybe, you did not notice –
Either the flowers or the crack?

Maybe, you are –
The crack or the flowers?




Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Did You Notice The Flowers Or the Crack In The Wall? – Part I




I've had just enough time to...   notice the crack and the flowers


Taken in Malacca of the flowers and the crack and I wonder...


Did you notice
The colors of the petals
Or the crack in the wall?




Did you not notice the flowers
Because of the crack in the wall?



Did you only notice the flowers
And not the crack in the wall?



More in Part II


Saturday, 1 December 2012

The Last Tree Standing




I've had just enough time to...   witness the last tree left standing


Saw this last tree left standing in Malacca, Malaysia.



Of all the tall shady trees
That once graced this area
This is the last one standing
The last bastion against the encroachment
The last hangouts for the remaining birds
The last tower yet to be stormed
But it is a losing battle
For the black tide of
Development swept all in its way
It too will fall
And when it does
Who shall mourn its passing…?

________

My horizon:
Jet-black mountain, crumbling into the sea
Littly city, you're still so young
But you got so dirty
Hey old ocean, are you still holding on?
You look so sad and empty
Fires burning, forest falling
Forevergreen, forevergone






Monday, 21 May 2012

In Praise of Shadows.




I've had just enough time to...   sing the praise of shadows.


Taken in my favourite hotel in the historic city of Malacca, Malaysia



If you understand shadows
You will appreciate its silence
Its floating softness
Its fleeting forms
That tells a richer story
Than sharp edges

If you appreciates shadows
You will wait with patience
For it to reveal
The nature of its dances
That takes you dancing along
Through their illumination




The object is true
The shadow is not
If you believe that
You live a world only of light
And have no reason
To praise the nature of shadows


Saturday, 19 May 2012

This Is A Call To Arms!




I've had just enough time to...   question the call to arms.


Taken in my favourite hotel museum in Malacca, Malaysia.



This is a call to arms!
Weary soldiers, pick up your swords
And fallen shields
Leave your fallen comrades behind

Brace yourself for the onslaught
Though your weary arms refuse to obey
Steel your heart and plunge your steel
Into the heart of your fallen enemy






This is a call to arms!
Defend your country
Defend your brothers
Defend your family
Defend your pride
Defend your manhood
Defend your belief
Defend your religion
Defend your creed
Defend everyone
Defend everything

But…
Who is there to defend me?

_______


Fight For The Kingdom Bound For Glory
Armed With A Heart Of Steel
I Swear By The Brothers Who Stand Before Me
To No Man Shall I Kneel
Their Blood Is Upon My Steel
Blood Is Upon My Steel

Call to arms - Manowar








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