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History & heritage

[1239] Of discussion on Malacca

From Srivijaya, the discussion moves on to Malacca. Gardam writes:

…I came to study the subject of Sriviyaja/Singapura/Malacca because of a research I did a few years back on Bintan and the Riau archipelago and found it indeed a fascinating subject.

There is in my opinion no doubt that Srivijaya was a far greater civilisation than Malacca. It lasted many centuries as opposed to barely one, it laid the basis of an economic and trade pattern that still defines the region to this day and which Malacca only tried to re-enact. It made the Malay language the lingua franca of South East Asia. Much less known, the Hindu-Buddhist spiritual legacy of Srivijaya is still alive today in Thibetan Buddhism (on that subject you should research the life of the Bengali Buddhist monk Atisha who brought the Srivijayan spiritual knowledge to the Land of Snow in the early 11th century).

And there is no doubt that the consensus in modern Malaysia to take Malacca as the starting point of Malay history exist only for purely religious reasons, to bind it to a Muslim identity which is largely a fabrication. This can be explained if one looks a little more closely at how the transition from Srivijayan heritage to Muslim Malay world took place in Malacca.

To carry on with this subject I am afraid to have first of all to correct you on something you said in the other blog that carries the answer to Menj. Your mistake can easily be explained because you simply repeat what keeps on being said everywhere, that the first “sultan” of Malacca was Parameswara/Iskandar Shah. For a long time this was indeed the version that prevailed, largely based on Wolters’History of Malacca. However more recent researchs, summarised in “the Malay Sultanate of Malacca” by Muhammad Yussoff Hashim (1992), have established that the first Malacca king to convert was the son of Parameswara who had taken the name Iskandar Shah by the time he went to the Ming Court to announce the death of his father in 1414.

The third ruler still had a Srivijayan name and was enthroned as Sri Maharaja. He eventually converted to Islam to become Muhammad Shah in 1436, a conversion told in the Sejarah Melayu as a miraculous event of the boat from Juddah. He is credited with initiating the rise to greatness of Malacca, but according to Ming sources was not yet a “Sultan”.

After two muslim kings ( and again according to foreign sources not yet sultans, this is an important point because they are much more neutral on this subject than the Sejarah Melayu) Raja Ibrahim, son of Muhammad Shah, again reverts to a Srivijayan name and is enthroned as Sri Parameswara Dewa Shah. This probably marks a Hindu/Buddhist reaction in the aristocracy living in the palace of Bertram, further up the Malacca river. He is the son of a princess form Sumatra and of pure Malais aristocratic descent. His half brother, Raja Kassim, is the son of a Tamil common woman, but he has the support of a Tamil faction that enjoys a growing influence in the port.

In 1445 Sri Parameswara II was killed in a coup d’etat by his half-brother who is the first Malacca king to take on the Arabic title of sultan to become Sultan Muzaffar Shah. And it is only under Raja Kassim’s rule that Islam became the state religion of Malacca.So we see that in fact Malacca was truly a Muslim state for barely more than half a century. Of course, later literature such as the many versions of the Sejarah Melayu (and remenber that they were in fact written in the 16-17th century in Riau when the descendants of the Malacca line were trying to boost their prestige) started calling kings of the Malacca line “sultan” all the way back to Temasek (first Iskandar Shah in the supposed grave of Fort Caning), as a way to give a Muslim identity to Malacca as early as possible, a fabrication now so well entrenched that it can hardly ever be corrected.

So why is Malay history today trying so hard to erase the memory of Srivija? Because the full transition from the Srivijayan heritage to an Islamic state in Malacca rests on a coup d’etat, a regicide and a fratricide, and because the first real sultan of Malacca was not a pure Malay aristocrat. Not quite the clean start that many people would like it to be, in particular in regards to the adat of utter respect and obedience to the king on which part of the Malay identity is supposed to rest in the Bumiputra concept. In my opinion this is precisely the reason behind the problem which Mahatir came to define as “the Malay dilema”. There is indeed an untold dilema because most of what defines the Malay identity rest on a lie that Malays can not help but subconciously perceive…

I have yet to read The Malay Sultanate of Malacca by Muhammad Yusoff Hashim. So, I am unable to go back to the source. However, for something less rigorous, do crosscheck with the excellent Sejarah Melayu by Sabri Zain on the internet. In particular, pages entitled Parameswara and The Melaka Empire. Apart from that, I do not think that site requires introduction.

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Photography Travels

[1238] Of breathing Endau Rompin: Part VI

So, where were we?

Oh yes. We were back in Kampung Peta after that boat ride and hiking trip to Upeh Guling and Tasik Biru.

I do not remember anything special that night. All I remember is, there was dinner, a story telling session and a lot of tired people. The whole camp went to sleep relatively quickly. It was not even 2300 if I am not mistaken.

During dinner, a person announced that she was conducting a scientific quest of finding an endangered palm tree species; female palm in particular. She needed to find out how large an area would spores travel. This information is useful for conservation effort as well as the enrichment of human knowledge.

The next morning began, again, quickly. I would have loved another hour of sleep but we needed to start early. I skipped my morning bath as it was too cold to have one. That opinion is not unique to me, that much I could guarantee.

Today, our goal was the peak of Janing Barat.

While all members were informed of the expedition itinerary, I do not think many cared about it until now. One the first day itself, a lot of people, including me, were clueless about the details of the trip, despite the fact that the information was freely available previously. So, when some heard that there would be hill climbing today, a few chickened out, choosing to stay idle by the river and read some book, or whatever they could think of. Not a bad idea really. I myself brought a book with me, thinking that I could finally have some time to make some good progress with my reading list. Unfortunately, time for reading is something of an elusive luxury.

We left those that wished to stay behind and headed to Kampung Peta for a boat ride to Kuala Jasin.

Do you remember the flower that Gary said could switch color from red to white? Well, the flower stayed white. When we brought that to Gary’s attention, Gary insisted that it did not bloom that day. I took it that Gary was joking but after viewing somebody else’s photos on the expedition back in Kuala Lumpur, what Gary said was true.

So, we got on the boat.

Yesterday was a bright day with blue sky. Today, the sky was slightly cloudy and dull while the hills and mountains were covered with mist. It was hard to make out the peaks as the mist hid it among the cloud.

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Where does the earth end and the sky begin? Photo by Katrin Schmidt.

The weather did affect me. The cloudy day made me a little melancholy and drifted away, daydreaming, longing for something I did not know what, despite being slightly at peace with myself. I played with the water, loving every moment of solitude that I had. The individualist in me wished the moment to last forever; the moment of being alone.

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The dude is contemplating on life. I lost that cap. But Go Blue!

That solitude was interrupted when the boat hit ashore. It was time to get out and hike.

Kuala Jasin did not lose the charm it had the first time we was here 24 hours earlier. The sound of water sculpting the rocks was pleasant. The birds would sing in chorus while the wind and insects providing percussions. Neither Bach nor Mozart nor Vivaldi but harmonious nevertheless.

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Another shot of Kuala Jasin.

We gathered at the t-junction that I mentioned earlier. Yesterday, we took the route towards Kuala Marong. Today, it was Janing Barat. I was in the last group that started the ascend to Janing Barat.

Now, Janing Barat is referred to in Malay as gunung; meaning mountain. Just like Tasik Biru, it is a misnomer as Janing Barat stands at 427 meter up, which is about 1,400 feet. That however does not make the ascend any easier for a person that fails to exercise even once a week.

The first hundred steps or so were painfully challenging. I could feel my leg muscles being overwhelmed with lactic acid. The worst part was that I could not take a rest without hurting my ego. Luckily for me however, circumstance was in my favor. In our group, the camp’s only nurse, a female by the name of Dayang had problem with stamina. She stopped quite often to catch her breath and for some water. I was only happy to stop whenever she stopped, cleaning my system of lactic acid.

The trail to the peak is interesting with the trail lying on a narrow plateau. On either sides of the path, one could see how one is walking on the highest point of a cross section of the hill. The slope of the sides was probably stayed typically in between 60 and 70 degree. I definitely would not want to fall sideway.

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Observe the slope. This looks downward. Photo by Katrin Schmidt.

As I acclimatized myself, I built some stamina. Slowly, I noticed that I needed less rest though, for some reason, I yawned a lot.

It turned out, there were other people with even lower stamina. Our group, being the last to start walking up, started to overtake a number of fellow hikers. At some point of time, I and the rest of my group overtook Dayang, fastening our pace to the top.

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Gary gets artistic. Photo by Gary Phong.

If one carefully observed his surrounding, concentrating not on his breathing, he would notice the interesting floras. At the bottom of the hill, typical tall and hard trunk trees like meranti are prevalent while the jungle floor is filled with undergrowth. Halfway up, palm trees dominate. Farther up, the palm trees still dominate though the floor is something like those in North America — clear and covered only with dead leaves.

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Typical view of a not so typical environment. This is somewhere up.

We took some photographs. Some photographers required more time than others and we overtook more people. Soon, the group that started last were leading most of the expedition. Indeed, our group probably was the second one to reach the midpoint and the peak.

The midpoint is a relatively wide open space covered with a combination of tall hard truck trees and palms with a bench by the side before the ground falls to an abyss below. A perfect place to for a short stop. Time for a drink. Time for a sip. Probably for a nap too.

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The bench at midway up. That is Azmi, waiting for slow folks like us. Also notice how the palm trees dominate the scenery. Photo by Katrin Schmidt.

In time like this, water is gold. The fact hit me as I realized that I did not fill my bottle with water!

Oh crap. With no choice, wishing not to beg for water from others, I reluctantly economized my consumption. It was déjà vu all over again. That however did not prevent me to enjoy nature.

Roughly ten minutes later, people started to pour in, making the place too crowded. Rested, it was only fair for us to give up space for the others. After a short exchange, we moved on, onward and upward.

The trail so far was between 0 and 30 degree. After the midpoint, the trail took a radical turn. At one place, we had to climb up with the gradient being something in the 70s or the 80s. It was practically rock climbing. For my personally, that part was the most exciting part of the climb.

For about another hour or less, we reached the top. It was a palm trees-covered plateau, nearly 500 meter up. I am not sure how to explain the plateau but I had a feeling of being in a lost world. It was as if I was expecting dinosaurs to roam the plateau. My imagination was running wild.

The atmosphere was very different with no undergrowth and only large wild palm growing liberally everywhere. The wide palm leaves tamed the sunlight and that probably explains the lack of undergrowth.

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Making mountain out of a, er, hill? Photo by Katrin Schmidt.

Not too far up, W** S**** and gang as well as Katrin and Christian and our Orang Asli guide, Azmi were enjoying the view. From here, we could see Upeh Guling in the horizon amid the uneven green background with cloud-filled sky overhead.

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View on top of Janing Barat. Near the center is Upeh Guling.

With Azmi’s aid, we explored the plateau and found varieties of pitcher plant. There were other plants of course but pitcher plants were the stars of the day.
There were cute pitcher as large as my pinky and there were bigger ones which could fit a few of my fingers at one time. I did insert my pinky into one of that pitcher plant just to see if it would eat me. Carefully, of course since I did not want to hurt it. At the end of that exercise, both of us survived. I especially was disappointed to see my finger was still intact.

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Nope. It did not try to eat me.

Also, we were hoping to see tiger’s prints but we did not find out.

Then, it was lunch, Upeh Guling far out there with the wind softly blowing much to my delight.

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Politics & government

[1237] koo-koo-ka-choo Mr. Khairy

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate’s debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose.

— Mrs. Robinson. Simon & Garfunkel

Today in The Star, Khairy runs away from debate:

KUALA LUMPUR: DAP’s economic adviser Tony Pua said his statement on the civil service had been misconstrued by Khairy Jamaluddin and he challenged the Umno Youth deputy chief to a debate on May 30.

Pua said he was issuing an open challenge to Khairy to participate at the public debate on “Civil Service Excellence — Quality Vs Quantity” to be held at the Selangor Chinese Assembly Hall, “or at any place and time of his choosing.”

However, in an immediate response, Khairy said that he would not entertain Pua’s challenge to a debate, adding that it was an attempt by the Opposition to divert the subject to something else. [Khairy misread statement on civil service, says Pua. The Star. May 26 2007]

Remember the last time Khairy tried to challenge another DAP politician?

That was mate in one, not unlike this chicken run on the civil service.

Anyway, roasted chicken anyone?

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Economics

[1236] Of bad pay hike to ruin the civil service

When a disgustingly overweight person gluttonously swallow a plate for four, it is only right for a doctor to kindly advise the person to slow down and go on a healthier diet. It would be almost sinful if the doctor kept his wisdom to himself. In the same light, it is almost sinful not to criticize the Malaysian civil service for going on an unhealthy diet of salary increase.

I believe that I speak within the same wavelength with many others when I say I would like to see a respectable civil service. I would like to see a civil service that creates envy among those not on its payroll. I would like to see a civil service that attracts not contempt but admiration among the public.

The Malaysian civil service could do just that by raising wages and benefits within the institution as well as downsizing. One of two components of the policy has been exercised this week. Unfortunately, it has not been done properly. When the Prime Minister announced the pay hike, it is not a step forward but instead, it is a step backward.

High wages, given proper condition, is a tool to attract the best talents into any organization. Furthermore, wages reflect productivity and productivity between individuals might differ. Hence, there should be variance among wages when productivity levels differ, vertically as well as horizontally. In order words, wages increase across individual of different productivity level should not be uniform, horizontally or vertically, unless productivity itself is uniform.

The hike recently declared by the Prime Minister is clearly being executed without respect to productivity. It seems that everybody is being rewarded equally horizontally and thus, it does not discriminate high and low productivity individuals. Therefore, its carrot and stick model lacks the stick while everybody gets a carrot. In short, the policy is blunt.

While that method might reward deserving individuals with wondrous work effort, it also rewards under-performers. If an organization rewards low performance — as much as high productivity workers, no less — the better workers would sooner or later realize that one would get the same rewards with less effort. Thus, given time, the average productivity would fall toward the lowest point.

This undiscriminating reward system requires resources and the over-generous act of rewarding everybody requires tremendous resources. Scarcity unfortunately is real. Nobody needs an economics degree to know this, save, maybe, the communists. Eventually, there will be insufficient resources to sustain the over-generous model. This unsustainability will bring the civil service back to square one: low paid public sector. Moreover, it prevent the introduction of competitive salary levels across similar productivity levels needed to attract the best talents available.

If the civil service aspires to be the employer of last resort, then the over-generous model might work marvelously well in its favor. As an employer of last resort, the civil service would prefer quantity to quality.

For a respectable civil service, the model must reward performers and punish slackers. What the civil service needs is a proper carrot and stick model. Reward the able, sack the slackers and through this, stop being an employer of last resort. I say it again: increase the salaries within the civil service to competitive market rate and downsize. The civil service must get on a healthier diet.

In the final analysis, the recent hike is a perfect example of blunt and poorly designed policy. Blunt policy, including blanket fuel subsidy among others, creates unintended and possibly adverse consequences. This blunt policy of unselective wages increase in the civil service without attention to productivity in particular will create adverse unintended consequences that will further lower the standard of the Malaysian civil service.

Blunt policy might help the Prime Minister winning an election but it is not good enough to build a better society.

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p/s — I might have unwittingly given the impression that productivity is the only determinant of wages. I apologize but I do not imply as such. Just to clear the air, there are other determinants of wages. One of them is scarcity of skills.

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Humor

[1235] Of new bloggers’ union, the STFU

We have Bloggers United, we have All-Blogs and now we have PABS. Bah!

I want to form a blogger union too and mine shall be called as the IAABAIWTFMOATAYCSMFDSSSTFU. Given that the name of my union is undeniably too mouthful, the acronym of the acronym is IWTFMOASSTFU. For the sake of simplicity, let us just call it STFU.

STFU, or its full name, I Am A Blogger And I Want To Form My Own Association Too And You Cannot Stop Me From Doing So So Stop Taking Fresh Underwear, is dedicated to a union without fresh underwear.

I am currently the pro-tem president, deputy president, the secretary, the treasurer and everything an union should have. The union has its own god and guess who is that god?

Come, let us all join STFU.

And oh, free generic invisible condoms for the first 10 bloggers to sign up. To all pro-bloggers, we will offer you free high quality invisible condoms if you sell STFU some space on your blog. C’mon, throw your mind away and come and grab these free condoms!