Come August 31st, Malaysia will be celebrating 50 years of independence. 50 years of freedom and 50 years of developmental progress. But are we really kidding ourselves? Do the past 50 years signify we have “arrived”? If so, then why do I sometimes feel oppressed in an independent country?
What does Merdeka Day mean to us? Is patriotism exemplified by sticking 50 flags all over your car and flying it all around for everyone to see? Does it mean you love your country more if you paint your face with the colors of the Jalur Gemilang? Is Merdeka Day celebrated by participating in the Merdeka Day parade only? Are Malaysians looking forward to *celebrating* Merdeka Day to reflect on Malaysia’s Independence or as just another day that they do not need to go to work? Does not the beggar on the street love Malaysia more than the high and mighty CEO of an industrial firm? Who makes the call here? Why is the majority of the youth of today not bothered with registering themselves as voters? Do they care anymore that they are voting for their future?
And what about individual freedom? Is it a dream or a reality… or perhaps a dream within a reality, that really exists? Are we able to choose what to view and differentiate what is good and what is bad? Are Malaysians given the trust to do that?
I flip through the newspapers and I see a picture of Maggie Q wearing a stunning black dress. However.. the neckline her dress that reveals her cleavage has been blurred out. Are we not independent enough to make our own decisions as to what to see and what not to see? I’m worried now because I just bought myself a new dress that has an even lower neckline. Will I be apprehended if I were to wear that dress in public? Can I sue the retail outlet I bought it from?
You be the judge.