
Happy 51st National Day!
My late maternal grandmother came here from Sumatra before the Second World War. She used to sing me the Kimi-ga-yo, Japan’s national anthem, and told me how she and others hid in the jungle from the rampaging MPAJA at the end of the Japanese occupation. Ironically, then, I told the other kids at school that my grandmother was a communist (for hiding in the jungle)! On my father’s side, my Bugis and Minang ancestors came much earlier from lands also now belonging to the Republic of Indonesia. They came as warriors.
We are, for the most part, a nation of immigrants. Some came earlier, some later. Even the great Malacca Sultanate was founded by an exiled Sumatran prince. We are all Malaysians now.
I wonder what stories we will have to tell the next generation. In keeping with the tradition of this blog, I give you Stairway to Heaven.
Stairway to HeavenOh, and Happy Ramadan too!
by Led Zeppelin (1971)
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Oh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Oh, it makes me wonder
Oh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
Your head is humming and it won't go in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll


