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Dazzled by the greed, darkened by fate

Debts, the obligation to pay for something we don’t really need but desire it so.

While Malaysian folks I know, here and there, are caught in the vicious spiral of indebtedness, some are feverishly avoiding the entrapment. An unpaid, overdue debt, based on materialism culture, is something we talk about yet unable, at least for the majority, to escape.

As my feet treads the hard Malaysian soil, with the promises of unpleasant humidity in the air, I am reminded of the societal desire for unimaginable wealth. Houses owned, property acquired, then lost, the very least to the twitching hands of greedy relatives. Are we all consumed by rapacious gluttony, to take what truly does not belong to us?

Aye, the very epitome of building wealth is to rob others of theirs and convert it to one’s liking.

The weather does nothing to dispel the reality. After almost 24 years of savings, of scraping what’s insanely loose change then to find out that relatives are moving for the balance, leaves a foul taste.

In all my working years, and in all that I have experienced, I am aware of the ferocious appetite of fate. I wait, this I can afford, and wait, and wait, until such time when greed lords over their sanity, or what’s left of it, and leaves them vulnerable to fate. Aye, definitely, I have the time.

 

 

 

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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Betake oneself, into Maha Sarakham, Thailand

My guide and friend, Nat (pronounced as “Nut”) took me to an almost sleepy town somewhere in Maha Sarakham province. The town, with a small population, was devoid of the usual tourists. A quick meal, two bowls in fact, banished the lethargic feeling when one has so little sleep. I must, truly, return to see the people and rural terrain, and experience the sensations once again.

Table against the wall that's made from cheap wood.
Table against the wall that’s made from cheap wood.

 

Days of old, simple "rural" needs of folks.
Days of old, simple “rural” needs of folks.

 

Woman prepares noodles with small local beef strips and soothing hot broth.
Woman prepares noodles with small local beef strips and hot broth.

 

At the back of the old restaurant, greenery greeted the sights, in a province surrounded by dry terrain.
At the back of the old restaurant, greenery greeted the sights, in a province surrounded by dry terrain.

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An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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Panmnesia: Journey into Melaka

One of the handful of states in Malaysia that I enjoy visiting is Melaka. Plenty of vegetation, multi-racial cuisine and friendly people despite the bizarre nature of the state government and twisted sense of politics. I have friends here, along with the swarm of relatives in one village or another. Its so unlike the rat-race of Bangkok or Jakarta, far removed from Kuala Lumpur’s stagnation. Once in a while, its good to be away from any urban hell.

 

 

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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Special Privileges and Odd Characteristic

Tremendous physical endurance, passive courage and good breeding are among the more admirable qualities of those living in splendour.

Such qualities require the separation of the weak from the strong. The poor are not even in this equation; they simply do not qualify to be rubbing shoulders with the elites.

Characteristics that are more typically refined – and of much greater cultural significance – than a liking for expensive alcohol or speaking with an accent are the bizarre national tendencies towards melancholy and scepticism.

The melancholy is often attributed to the physical environment, that interminable of sunny and humidity, and the scepticism is assumed to be a logical reaction to their psyche.

Memories of strife, betrayal, damning-emotional plagues and rejection are not easily erased. Not by these groups.

Such are the lives of the elites; they care not of the growing sentiments against them. They merely care about themselves.

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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Forgotten, the child continues to beg in the sea of ignorance

Yes Bangkok is a city of contradictions and life is often brought about by extremes and radical ignorance. I’ve noticed that despite the wealth and knowledge of society, there’s very little motivation to change, that growth is a comatose element of Bangkok.

Elitism has grown fat from the ignorance and fear of a complacent society, not really caring about inspiring others to make those changes.

I was near a shopping mall, and saw a child begging on the street, surrounded by an army of shoppers and young people. No one took notice of the beggar boy, no one cares, after all the child is dirty, uneducated and poor. After all, he is, like many, a multicoloured contradiction to empathy.

a begging child ignored by all

a begging child ignored by all

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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A hectic first day in Narathiwat

Narathiwat. A province torn by unrest, a land misunderstood by many Thais. I arrived today, at noon, and somewhere lost in translation, I was nearly abandoned by the vehicle that was supposed to take me to the hotel. A few hours later, I was told that there was two separate bombings near the airport. No one was injured, thankfully.

The town reminded me of the many large villages in Malaysia. I’m facing no problems speaking “Malay” with the people, yet they are equally fluent in Thai. Been a tiring day. Had visited a rubber plantation, went to have dinner with the villagers. On both occasion, I enjoyed speaking to them, for once I didn’t need a Thai translator in Thailand.

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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Life and Meaning in Bangkok’s Slum

Its interesting, the way people live in crowded communities in Bangkok. Quite a popular term “crowded community” as the Thais dislike the word “slum” « fortunately I’m not Thai.

People living in the slum are people. Many are poor, others are slightly above the working-class, almost everyone have a problem with land ownership. However it never stops them from living their lives the best that they can. Some are Thais, others are refugees and migrant workers, though this would depend on which district you’re visiting.

People are generally friendly, though suspicion will be thrown at your direction the moment you start snapping pictures at their direction. There’s also a distrust towards landowners and their agents, as there has been many tales and violent dramas when these two groups meet. Bangkok is a colossal city, and urbanisation is a growing problem, despite the city’s administration attempt at containment.

I’m enjoying my time in the slums, the friendly faces, the street food and the stories that people share. Slum, a word that Thais should not deny, as it vibrates not only hardship but also Life.

a wooden house in the slum

a wooden house in the slum

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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A soul seeking an end to the twisted path of misery

At night, he wanders the streets, either looking for a meal or work. He doesn’t work in an office, mind you, nor does he enjoy the comforts of an aircon environment. He goes through the garbage bins, armed with an empty sack, looking for empty bottles and any item to be recycled and sold.

He has no family, or more like he doesn’t like discussing something that brings about soul-piercing pain into his life. He sleeps alone, eats alone, and talks to himself, most of the time. He has stopped caring for the world around him; no pity for the society that barely looks at him. He knows his life is not worth the attention of the corporations, the NGOs, the masses.

He is only 17 years old. And he feels old.

A homeless boy, loss in slumber

A homeless boy, loss in slumber

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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