Thursday, September 23, 2004

Treating Rail Tracks as Backyards

Hmmm, the following news piece is interesting indeed although I don't reckon anyone to try the same fear: http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtmltype=oddlyEnoughNews&storyID=6304059
The little that I know, it appears to me that the world over, some people somewhere - more often than not those living near railway tracks tend to think that their action of assuming that the track is some place to be treated like one's backyard.
At the local front here, especially in bustling Kuala Lumpur and surrounding areas the lackadaisical attitude of people can be witnessed in almost all areas that are near to railway tracks. If you're a lucky dude, you'd be able to witness care-free men and women of all ages literally crossing railway tracks when just above them lies the well-built pedestrian crossing.
It seems to me that when it comes to choosing between safety and ease (in this sense what it really means is plain lazy attitude of not wanting to climb several flights of concrete stairs), over-worked and often sufficient sleep deprived KL-ites choose the latter.

The price to pay in the event their choice brings about an unexpected and unwanted end result is rather heavy - press reports in the past have indicated that some people have paid with their lives, as a price for choosing ease and comfort over safety aspects.

Real Men Do Sob

Yeah, well it doesn't come to many of us as a surprise that real and macho men do cry - infact this has nothing to do with being emotional, being Asian or being a typical softie (like how some of my friends call it).

To me and I'm proud to state my views that men who cry, those who express their happiness or sadness by way of shedding precious tears, are just being human and nothing less. Sobbing, in my personal count is an expression of ultimate emotions, one that is both very pure yet powerful.

The sight of teary eyed, hunger and grief stricken children and adults are capable of stirring our emotions deeply - regardless if they are friends or plain strangers. Such is the power of tears - once shed, can never be withdrawn.