GERAKAN DEY DEY… M.KAYVEAS WHY THIS GREAT BLOWJOB FOR A SEAT

Actually PPP has also appeared dead for the last for yours and it seems burial arrangements are underway..
Kayveas, why be beggar? Don’t waste time already, exchange here, exchange there, also no use, because at the end, all Gerakan and PPP seats will be lost to PR.Standing in a safe seat does not make you a man. I dare you to stand in Seputeh against Teresa Kok or in Permatang Pauh against Anwar. Feel like a man now?
2)Just because they disagree with you, form another Bar. Isn’t that stupid? If the Bar Council is an opposition party, does that not make this ‘New Bar’ , a government party?
3)Anyone entertaining this ridiculous idea should give up law and become stage clowns…its that silly.

This explains this irrelevant expired politician’s recent mindless outburst against Bersih 3.0. He was just licking the Masters’ boots to beg for a seat.His version of the art of negotiation.
First run the fella down, then tell them how great you are then beg………now thats talent.
This pathetic guy is begging for a seat to contest in the 13 GE from Gerakan. Gerakan will not be so stupid to accede to this guy’s demand remembering the bad and unforgettable experience the party had with him. PPP which boasts of a membership of 500000 is a only beggar in the BN

In 2007, during their PPP annual general assembly they got a public hiding from an UMNO VP, the Melaka Chief Minister and were left reeling after receiving a political blow from Umno’s third most powerful leader. At the assembly, Umno vice-president Mohd Ali Rustam delivered a scathing speech which chided the PPP for “threatening” Barisan Nasional for more seats to contest in the coming general election

He also repeatedly stressed that PPP could leave the BN fold if it was unhappy.

“PPP can leave BN,” said Mohd Ali.

He then pointed at the stunned delegates and added: “All of you can leave. Either today or tomorrow. Why wait until the general election? What’s there to wait for?”

Of course Kayveas lost his Taiping seat and PPP went into silent mode.

But it is election time again and they have come out of their hibernation and most typical of them to get attention they did these stupid things: Kayveas said that our ladies will avoid voting because they will not want the indelible ink on their fingers and their nondescript Chairman (don’t even remember his name) took the cue from Kayveas who said that Bersih3.0 was a result of herd mentality by labeling Bersih as Bershit!

So what will they do next to get attention from UMNO?

Maybe this……smelling armpits just to be noticed that they are members of BN….

Just hope they will not go any lower than the NAVEL BASE!

……and Maria and Zai both PPP members…..tell me you will not do this and you can join my table for some good single malts!

Electoral watchdog group Bersih HERE has dismissed Datuk M. Kayveas’ claims of paid participants during the April 28 rally here and challenged the Barisan Nasional (BN) component party leader to produce evidence or apologise for making the allegations.

It was a sultry Sunday evening in Calcutta, sometime in the late-eighties. I had settled down on my favourite cushion, by the tall window, in our hall. The hall housed our new colour television set, which had recently replaced the old, sturdy black & white Bharat TV that once held pride of place.

That particular Sunday was abound with possibilities and I could hardly wait for evening to descend. The television listings that I spent time on every morning had a pleasant surprise in store – Doordarshan was going to telecast Julie that evening. Yes, Julie. Remember the radio playing “Dil kya karein jab kisiko kisi se pyaar ho jaye”

on Vividh Bharti that every teenager hummed when he set his sights on a pretty lass? I was old enough to know that Julie had caused quite a stir in its days for its bold scenes, and also like many things “adult” was out of bounds for me. Yet I was ready to try my luck. After all, wasn’t everything that was out of bounds a legitimate reason to try and push one’s luck? There was a subtle excitement in the hope that someday I would surely be successful. And may be today was going to be that day.

My favourite cousin, a few years older in age and considerably older in experience was on her summer break, and it didn’t take long for us to realize that we perhaps stood a better chance if we teamed up together to come up with a plan that allowed us to hoodwink the elders and watch Julie on the sly. The last resort was bribing our movie-loving grandmother to be our partner in crime. Today, I blame those treacherous teen years entirely for such foolhardiness.

Our reverie was, however, rather short lived. My father, who on other Sundays, kept himself busy with his books in the Baithak-khana, had got wind of our plotting. So even before the screen could come alive with the title track, he walked into the room and switched off the television. As we stared at him doe-eyed in our ‘innocence’, he followed it up with a sermon on how such “Awposanskriti” was eroding our values, principles and morals. The other elders who had gathered in that sombre hall by then agreed with Baba - some wholeheartedly, while some significant others, including my grandmother, perhaps, because they had no other option but to agree.

This was not the first time that I had faced his ire, nor would it be the last, but it was definitely the last time for aspiring to watch “adult” movies on the sly, till I had become a responsible adult myself. Today, as a parent, I understand that all he had wanted to achieve that evening was to instill within me a sense of propriety and appropriateness, till a point in time that I was able to distinguish between black and white, fantasy and reality, family entertainment and entertainment for certain members of the family.

Decades later, as a responsible parent of an impressionable eleven year old, I often feel like an aberration among my generation for having very strict TV viewing rules, curtain bans on movies, channels and social media and for harbouring the belief that the cub needs her mother’s protection from the big, bad world. Preserving her innocence over overt-exposure is high priority. And every day I find that I am fighting a losing battle.

Why? Because if the late eighties had one Julie trying to invade our homes, the 21^st century has a battalion of Munnis, Jalebi Bais, Chikni Chamelis, Sexy Sheilas, Rakhis and their accompanying serials kissers popping out of the window. Even the once innocent cartoon channels leave little to the imagination with their poor Hindi translations and colloquialisms.

Who do we have to blame for this? The Censor Board? The film producers? The directors? The actors? The screenplay writer? Advertising agencies? Or the viewing public that thirsts for such trollop? Is it not true that over the past few decades we appear to have loosened our moral purse-strings considerably and today allow almost everything in the name of entertainment, a realistic slice of life or plain reportage? Haven’t we lowered our walls and raised our threshold to accept only trash in the name of entertainment?  And that too across the print, electronic and outdoor media.

Few parents today bat an eyelid over inappropriate content. In fact, I frequently come across ‘responsible parents’ who have taken their 5-8-year old children to watch movies like LSD, Dirty Picture, Delhi Belly, Vicky Donor and Hate Story, in the name of entertainment. All of us sit through parties, musical evenings and so called cultural evenings when little girls and boys ape the suggestive gyrations of “Sheila ki jawani”, “Munni badnam hui” and “Jalebi Bai” while the world clap and cheer them for their finesse. A friend shared, “Most parents unfortunately cannot differentiate between what is appropriate & what is not.” And I agree, that this is the dirty, rotten reality of our times, the real dirty picture.

No, I am not a prude, and I don’t consider myself a conscience keeper for society at large. I just carry a wishlist in my pocket. I call it the “list of impossible wishes”. Here is how it goes : I would definitely like better and cleaner movies for my daughter, I would like less nudity, sexual innuendoes and vulgarity thrust upon us in the name of entertainment, I would like better censorship, better ratings for movies that don’t have enough to be called an “adult” movie but is nonetheless inappropraite for children, I would like better sense to prevail over parents and the “the list of impossible longings” gets loger. And since my wishlist is fraught with impossibilities, I have shelved it a long time ago. Like many of you, I squirm, rant, complain and impose stricter rule upon the child. I know that there is no instant solution to the mess. Yet I will continue to believe that everything has an appropriate time, and that over exposure to adult movies, images and innundeos are perhaps a little premature for children, even though I know, I am fighting a lonely losing battle.