Posted in Racism, True Story, Inspirational

Week That Was (Part 3)…

As usual I didn’t stick to my promise and I am few days behind from where I left off.  Then again I am talking politics, so to keep with the theme of broken and abandon promises, I am doing my best here to match the theme.

Last week when I was writing, I had a lot passion and a lot of anger and frustration. But for now, just like our parliament, even though nothing has been resolved, but in our minds we have put the issues aside, at least for the moment.  We the public are taking a break.  At least until the next circus show starts.


 

Before I go further I like to advise to my readers that the following contents may not be politically correct and may offend certain highly sensitive people.  You have the choice not to read it.  The following are my opinions, they may be more closer to the truth than those of, who call themselves Journalists or Politicians, however I do not claim my comments as facts.

You are free to form your own opinion.

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I am still angry.  It is exacerbated by watching news on TV.  A comment about Pauline Hanson – apparently she is saying what everyone is thinking but not saying.  Obviously she is the Hero, the person with guts and glory. A woman responsible for murdering the Queens English everyday is our spokesperson for the nation. Shoot me now.

When did it become your bravery is measured by how rude and callous you can sound? When did it become your eligibility to rule a nation is measured by how racist you could be?  Far right White Supremacists hold your horses, you don’t have the monopoly on this.  This is a ploy used by most weak leaders of all races.  Yes the same thing was used back in my mother country and it worked swell.  These leaders may be weak, but you lot who vote for them are weaker.

Okay let me say what I am thinking and maybe the rest of Australia is thinking but not saying.

  • Democracy is great but has a problem.  Idiots get to vote as well.  Maybe we should have an eligibility test for voters (and maybe for the parliamentarians as well) – they need basic education. (Then again Tony Abbott is a Rhode Scholar).
  • The above test may eliminate our Queensland voter problems.  The whole Liberal Leader Saga was due to the bloody Queenslanders.
  • Pauline Hanson, Bob Hatter, Barnaby Joyce and last but not least Hon Peter Dutton, and lets not forget our Final Solution man Fraser Anning that is our sample Queensland Politicians.  Our Brains Trust.  God save us PLEASE.
  • You want my tax dollars to help the farmers (mainly Queensland).  I really do sympathize with their situation.  However, most of them are climate change skeptics. Just like their leaders I may add.
  • Therefore I will humbly offer my “thoughts and prayers” and keep my money for myself.

The above rant is not exactly a continuation from last week.  This was more of an outburst from last nights TV show.

I left off last week with the following line

Muslims/ Islam –  well at present you cannot say that you are completely blameless.

Hear me out before I get branded as Islamophobic.  I have no issues with those who practice Islam or any other religion. However, I take religion with a pinch of salt, again I believe each one to their own.  Until, they shove down their ideas to everyone else.  And please don’t bring religion into the Parliament.  Many countries have tried and are left with it’s disastrous out come.

Abrahamic religions have been forefront of shoving down their religious beliefs to the world for many centuries now.  Christians probably are the front runners of  this exercise, now Muslims are trying to catch up and it is upsetting the Christians.

Those of us who are standing on the side line are thinking the same thing.  Just take a chill pill, or better still read a science book.  Take your bible or the quran as a guide.  When you read your holy book, if your interpretation makes you a hurtful, rude, unkind human being, ask again is that really what your god wants you to be.  Religion is meant to make you a better human being, not an ass.

I have nothing against what anyone wants to wear.  If it be the Burka or the Bikini.  Neither of them are my choice, and feel there are places that both should be avoided.  The courts, The Parliament, The Airport to name a few.  To some the burka is offensive in such places. As a woman in her fifties with not so perfect of a body, the Bikini is more offensive and threatening than the Burka.  I doubt that I would lose my husband to a woman in a Burka.  Just saying, just think about it.

Seeing a woman in Burka for me is similar to standing next to a obese person in the lift.  A lift that has a mirror.  Oh yes, I am not that fat.  Just admit it, you’ve done it too.

I understand for many the Burka is offensive, because of what it stands for,  another religion taking the reigns.  If we were to go by history and understand what happened when Christians went around the world converting and setting up missionaries, well I guess we have reasons to be concerned.  History has a way of repeating.  Blood shed seems to be inevitable.

My only final solution is ban all religions.  I am who I am, not because of my religion.  I am nice to my neighbor because I feel good when I am nice to them.  It’s not because the bible said “love thy neighbor”.  What I am saying is I don’t believe those who hide behind a religion for their actions.  Unless religion can do good to this mankind I can’t see a place for it.

Coming back to the real world, so this my call to the Muslims and the rest of the migrants who enter this beautiful land Australia.  We’ve all come from troubled lands to start a new life.  The earliest boat arrivals, most of them convicts, kicked out by their own country, had a tough journey to come here and then set up life.  The convicts were the good ones, the one’s who came on the first fleet did a lot bad things to the natives. Let’s hash that story another day.

I am not a native and I don’t have the right to say “that’s all, water under the bridge”.  However, I think we need to move on.  We are all here.  Let’s leave behind the baggage and start anew.  We all left our lands because they were burning, because there was bloodshed, because there was corruption and because some of us were marginalised. Let’s not start all that all over again.

If you see a Christmas tree at the shopping center don’t be offended, is just a decoration of a joyous time.  If that is your biggest concern for the day, it’s a sign that you are far from harms way.  It is time to enjoy your stay in Australia. If you want others to accept you, it is time you accepted them too.

If you hear about the ‘Sudanese Gang Violence’, don’t join the band wagon and don’t panic. Again grab that pinch of salt. Find out the details before you cast your stones.  Each time a new set of migrants came in we had issues.  It was the Vietnamese gangs of Cabramatta, Lebanese from Cronulla (Bob Hatter’s relo’s) and the list goes and at present the flavour of the month seems to be the Sudanese gangs in Victoria.  I am not saying that we don’t have issues with these youth. Teenagers can be a handful in any home, but definitely from displaced and marginalized homes and environments it is going to be a bigger issue.  So new communities and it’s leaders have to tirelessly work with these youth to make sure they don’t veer off into the wrong paths.

By marginalising them you would feed them directly into radicalization.

Let’s build our great nation, let’s not divide and feed it to the hyenas.

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Posted in Racism

The Week that was… (Part 2)

This is a continuation of my rant from a couple of days ago.  I am trying to decipher, analyse what went wrong in my beautiful country.  Feels like Deja Vu.  I have been here before.

Life is good, life is peaceful.  But I slowly feel the undercurrent.  Makes me uncomfortable.  Still, the fully loaded optimism in me refuses to notice the change, change for the bad.  I fail to recognise evil.  Most times you have to bring me kicking and screaming to notice evil in others.  One failure passed on from my father.  He always believed that everyone was born a nice person, he vehemently believed that it was the society and its pressures that makes some to take the wrong path.  He likes to give the benefit of the doubt and say you never know what decision you would take unless you are at the same cross roads.  I guess he hadn’t read the bible.  As per Christianity you are born a sinner.  My ignorant dad believed the other way.  I am not a saint like my late dad to forgive everyone, I claim not to be as naive as him as well.  But time to time I am given a rude awakening to realise maybe I am too much like my late dad.

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It was that one decision that brought me to this beautiful land Australia – I’ve had enough of my birth place and it’s politics when my dear friend was killed in Sri Lanka which made me finally pack my bags.  Until then many of family members and friends demised by a bullet, being burnt, shells, land mines and other means of torture.  None of them were my own brothers or sisters.  But uncles and friends brothers and parents – people I personally knew.  People I spoke to a week ago.  The suspects were the Sri lankan Army, Indian Army and some inside killings by the Tamil militants. But no one was investigated and no one was brought to justice.

I feel strongly about this subject, because I know first hand what racism does to a country.  I will be damned if I am going to let my chosen country to have the same demise.  My voice may not reach many, it may not reach any, but I have to try.  I owe that to this country.  This beautiful country and it’s people adopted me with open arms.  I owe this country so much and I love this country very much.  I would argue that I love it more than those who claim to have the best interest of this country.

Currently Burma is on the radar for similar atrocities as was in Sri Lanka.  But makes me wonder why Burma has caught the eye of the world, while atrocities in Sri Lanka and the likes escaped world scrutiny.  I came to these shores twenty eight years, long before the so called end of the Sri Lankan war.  It was at this point Kevin Rudd struggled with the ‘boat people’ and Tony Abbott came up with “Stop the boats”.  I guess politically it was far better to use these refugees for your political gain than to question or show your displeasure of the then Sri Lankan government.

Have you ever wondered why no one from Australia gets on a leaky boat and sets off to another country.  Because this is a great country.  Our lives are not in danger. Instead of waging war at the refugees, why don’t the big nations and its powerful leaders put sanctions on those corrupt governments.  It’s not like we have not waged war with another country before for the same reasons.  I recall the hunt for Sadam Hussain was such a noble cause.  I know it’s not your responsibility nor jurisdiction to interfere with another country and it’s issues.

I understand that as a leader of a country you have no choice but to shake hands with another countries leader, even if you suspect him to have blood on his hands.  I guess as a politician they are always on cross roads, but as citizens we hope that they would take the right turn at most times. There is no evidence of that in the recent times.

War is never pretty, most times it is unnecessary.  My plea for my Australia is to avoid war and conflict like the plague.  We know how to fight bush fires.  I would think it would be similar methods to avoid war and conflict.  Keep a tight eye on the known arsonists.  Keep the public up to date with any signs – smoke, weather etc.  Prevention is always better than a cure.  In fact if we need to look for cures, it’s already too late. So prevention is the only way.  Who comes under the category of Arsonists – there are from both sides inciting violence, I don’t really care if they Muslim or Christians, religion is for peace, if you want to wage war in the name your religion

PLEASE PISS OFF. Obviously you are unhappy in this peace loving country, so PLEASE PISS OFF.  I humbly ask this of Rupert Murdoch and his crony’s as well.


 

In all this argument it may come across as I am mainly angry with our right wing ideologists.  Well, I am no big fan of theirs.  However, I always believe that there is two sides any issue.

I acknowledge that language is a very powerful tool.  In order to change the way the society thinks and acts, many changes have been made.  This has definitely helped us deal with race bias, religious bias, gender bias etc.  However, I think the pendulum has gone too far to the opposite.  The word ‘black’ has become a taboo word.  It’s just a colour. People just take a chill pill. You don’t need to go to the extreme of changing the lyrics of “Baa Baa Black Sheep” to Rainbow sheep.  This is where I think political correctness has taken a ludicrous turn.

Extreme of anything is bad.  Whether it be religion, even when fighting for a good cause, you can lose your way when you fail to see the other sides issues.  Most of us believe that the weather is changing and the humans are a major cause of this.  Most of us are happy to contribute towards a solution, however our ‘Greens party’ goes way over board.


 

Muslims/ Islam –  well at present you cannot say that you are completely blameless.

I prefer to usually leave my blog at a cliff hanger. So I am going to do the same today.  So tune into my next blog if you want to know what I think.


Some of my older posts on similar subjects

What it is to be Australianhttps://uma197.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/what-it-is-to-be-australian/

Remember it’s water not oil to calm the burning fire – https://uma197.wordpress.com/2016/07/03/water-or-oil-or-let-it-burn/

Ode to the Aussie Voterhttps://uma197.wordpress.com/2016/06/26/ode-to-the-aussie-voter/

 

 

 

 

Posted in Australian Politics

The Week that was…(Part 1)

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By David Rowe

The week that was…

What a week it has been for the Australian Parliament.  Many words got thrown around. Fiasco, Circus, insurgency – yes it was all of the above.

We the tax paying citizens are scratching our heads, while the master minds rejoice- I am not referring to Tony Abbott, I will come back to him later, in my opinion the real vermin no the eroding termites are Alan Jones and Andrew Bolt.  Maybe lets give some credit to Ray Hadley as well.

Yes I refer to them as termites.  Termites/white ants are the cause of the demise of many imposing structures and buildings.  They start the erosion from within the structure, rather quietly.  They do it slowly, one nip here and another bite there.  Slowly gathering momentum.  Racism and hatred evolves the same way.  It doesn’t happen over night. It is slowly and carefully fueled.  Until they know the frame work is under threat, then they come out guns blazing.  By then it’s too late to save that building or structure.  Same goes for our country and its progress.  Just like, termites never build anything other than destroy perfectly good structures, racism and hatred never builds anything either, just destroys a perfectly good society.  Sure, the society may have it’s issues but racism is never the answer.

Media plays a very important role in having a fair and successful democracy.  In some countries their is no free press.  Journalists in those countries and even from our country put their lives at risk to bring the truth to the public.  My youngest son who aspires to be a foreign correspondent in the future holds such views in spite of  my fears and reservations.  I wonder if all this is worth it when you have the likes Alan Jones and Andrew Bolt undoing all the great work and sacrifice of true journalists.

I feel Democracy is in serious crisis.  It’s not about what’s good for the country anymore.  It’s about big businesses making deals and running the country the way it profits them.  They have become bullies and politicians have become their puppets. Hide everything behind – politics is the art of compromise.  You can only stretch that BS so far.  And why  are we the one’s who have been compromised at all fronts?

If a Muslim Mufti got on the airways and spoke the way Alan Jones and Andrew Bolt spoke could you imagine the back lash.  If they had spoken the way that idiot MP (no one knew him before and I am not going to aid him to get publicity being a racist) spoke about the final solution, well the mufti’s final solution may have been the Sharia Law – the punishments for criminals would be arms being chopped off or worse.  That would certainly bring down the crime rate.  Unfortunately these people are great orators (both the likes of Alan Jones and the Mufti) they have the ability to steer people to listen to them and slowly convert them.  They are vultures who are similar to cult leaders.  Why is it when the Mufti speaks that’s hate speech, and the like of Andrew Bolt speaks that is freedom of speech?

Don’t be fooled people.  None of their cries are for your benefit.  It is purely for their own benefit.  I come from a country where it was torn apart because our leaders decided to win the elections by playing the race card.  Pearl of the Indian Ocean is now battered and torn and it’s citizens leaving it in drones.  Once you have witnessed war, you will not invite it again.  And this is why I am more than eligible to say what I am saying and going to say to both sides (to the far right white Supremacists and the new migrants).

I love this country so much.  I have nothing but gratitude and I feel indebted to this country forever.  I will do anything for this place. I will watch cricket at the wee hours of the morning.  I wept when Steve Smith wept.  I have watched so many reruns of the movie ‘Castle’ and many references are played out quite frequently at home.  Still recovering from last nights Wallabies game.

But on a serious note, I pay my taxes, maybe grudgingly and yes I do everything I can to minimise what I have to pay.  Well just like Kerry Packer said, I don’t think the Government is doing such a great job that I need to give them so generously.  My 76 year old mother works 5 days as a volunteer.  She takes multiple buses and trains to get to her destinations and spends her own money at times for these activities.  The reason she says is that this country is so good to her and this is her small way of saying thank you.  I have met so many others with the same attitude.

Let’s Mathias Cormann as an example, he was born in Belgium and migrated to Australia and became a Australian Citizen in year 2000 on Australia Day.  My husband and I became Australian Citizens in year 1992 on Australia Day.  So in terms of seniority I have 8 years on him.  Then why would he be more of an Australian than I am just because he is a tad bit lighter in shade than I am.  So this is my answer to the Right wing dinosaurs,

sorry mate, I am here to stay”   

I will do everything in my power, even if it is a small voice to keep this country as pure as it was when I reached it shores twenty eight years ago.  I know mine is just a muffled voice compared to that of Alan Jones and Andrew Bolt.  But, It is still a voice and if I could get the support of a few other muffled voices we may gather momentum.  Who knows.  But we can’t keep silent forever.

So above bashing is mainly about the issues of racism whites over black or Christianity vs Islam.


As person of colour, as person who is rather tanned, as person who might be considered brown or what ever other politically correct or incorrect way to refer me I would say I have earned the right to say the following.  (In my next blog)

There is never a one sided problem.  The other side, the new migrants, Islam, Burka are all issues that I will talk about in my next blog.

I leave you with the song from the Rolling Stones “Nobody wants yesterday’s papers”

Posted in True Story, Inspirational

Twenty One Years and Nine Months ago….

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Twenty One Years and Nine Months Ago (there about) a young couple had this crazy idea that they should now think about a second child.  They were very happy with their first effort and couldn’t see a reason not to go ahead with their idea.

From the get go this second child made sure he announced his coming to the world and there was red carpet waiting for him.  So the star was born just a few weeks before he was really due.  Mum was relieved as she had enough of his kicking in the stomach and decided he was better out than in, however the dad would have preferred a night of uninterrupted Cricket. As it was time was Arjuna Ranatunga to get out it was time for Arjuna Ganesan to come out.

You would think with such an Omen this young Arjuna would have turned out to be a great Cricketer.  Well he is left handed and that’s where the similarities and talent ends.

Well, he doesn’t need to be the next Arjuna Ranatunga or anyone else for that matter.  From the get go he showed us that he was an individual with his own identity that is to be admired and loved.

I am not entirely sure when he started to talk.  It could have been even the same day he was born telling the doctor what to do.  He started to talk pretty early and hasn’t given up on it as yet.  He has a lot to say about a lot of things.  Although an Asthmatic, no issues with voice projection either. Driving the boys to school I recollect many a times Hari (my eldest) declaring that it was “quiet time now”, just to get some breathing space to think on our own.  This ability to talk did give him some opportunity to venture into Public Speaking and land a few MC gigs.  When your child takes the stage to address a large audience of adults at the age of nine barely reaching the microphone, it does give the mother and father a moment of Goosebumps.

He loved the stage to speak, to act and to dance.  As he grew he became more aware of the society and its issues.  He was in year 7, and he returns home with his lunch box untouched.  He explains to me that he didn’t get time to eat, as he had to break up two year 4 kids fighting in the school grounds.  Him and his friend had to tell these kids to break up and explained to them that things would get worse if the teachers got involved.  As he was having this negotiation he saw a small kid from Kindergarten in the middle of the car park.  So he had to run to get this kid out of the way and take him into the School Office.  And when all this finished it was time to head back to his classroom.

There was a kid in Arj’s class (Primary School year 6 or thereabouts) who was considered to be a bully.  But this kid was really a great Cricketer.  One day Arj asked me during the match to call out this kid and cheer him on. To yell out “Great shot Tony” (I made up that name Tony).  Arj explained to me that this kid had no mum and the father was struggling to bring up his kids. And the father rarely attends any of the matches or training.  And even when he did, he would yell at them and wasn’t really being a loving dad.  So Arj explained to me and said maybe the reason he bullies others is because there is no one to say he is great or make him feel special.

So I followed Arj’s request and during the game I yelled “Tony that was a great shot”.  The kid was really startled.  When he came back to the club house, he came up to me and said “Thank you Mrs. Ganesan” and the following weeks, after each match or while the game was going on and he was waiting for his turn, he would start a conversation with me.  He mentioned that he would one day like to play for the state. Any time he saw me in school, even outside of Cricket he would stop and great me “How are you Mrs. Ganesan?” Years later I met him at the shopping centre all grown up and unrecognisable, but he recognised me and greeted me the same “Hallo Mrs. Ganesan, how are you?”  I am not saying that kid turned into a new leaf just because of that one action but I am pretty sure he appreciated that small gesture.  It meant nothing to me but it meant so much to that kid.  But what astounds me most is that Arj at such a young age realised this.

Even at that young age he was fascinated with politics. For one of his school projects he interviewed a few known Politicians.  It was not easy for a Primary school kid to get these interviews.  So he got many knock backs and but eventually he managed to interview Nick Minchin, Christopher Pyne and John Hill.  To their credit they didn’t treat him like a kid; they answered his questions like they would for Leigh Sales.  Also I think it taught Arj that if you want to pursue something, you have to overcome knockbacks.

Years later, now studying Journalism and International relations seems very fitting for his personality and character.

Years ago, Twenty Nine Years and Nine months ago to be exact we had no idea that this crazy idea we had of having another child was going to be this exciting.

Thank you my boy for bringing so much happiness and joy.  For all the laughs, for all the crazy things you drag us doing and for the moments you make us so proud.  Those moments almost make me forget how your bedroom looks, all the times I have rushed to the hospital with lego pieces up the nose or crayon in the ear canal or with a broken limb.  Just remember I said almost, so please clean up your room and stop hurting yourself.

Happy 21st My boy.

Posted in Australian Politics, India, Jobs, Jobs going overseas

Aussie Jobs Going Overseas

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The topic for today is Aussie jobs going over seas.
 
While we gripe about those coming on 457 Visa to work in Aussie Businesses, we are losing much larger amount of jobs to overseas companies and not realising it, just giving in without much complain. IT Call centers was I guess the beginning. We’ve all experienced the feeling of annoyance when we ring our Telco companies. Our mood is already at breaking point because the internet is not working or the phone, and add to that to be answered by someone who from the get go you know is not going to fix the problem. He/she has an answering sheet, same solution “after you pull the socket out of wall, press it with a ball point and say “Ohm Shiva” (sorry I am not being a racist here, I am just peeved to the core). Anyway, what have we done about fixing that issue, Well nothing, more and more Aussie companies are establishing their call centres overseas.
 
Along with that we are losing more supporting industries such as accounts departments to overseas as well. Yes, I have a vested interested in it as I am losing customers. But my annoyance goes further than my own personal gain/loss.  If these overseas establishments are doing a good job, I wouldn’t care so much. Not that I wouldn’t care but at least I will have to acknowledge that if a company could perform a task for half the cost but with the same efficiency, yes I will have to bow down and accept it.  But, my outburst today comes from having to deal with these companies on behalf of my local clients.  Whether it be Philippines or India, it is the same drama.  I am not sure who they employ in these places, if they actually have an accounting background or not.  Even if they had, whether they are familiar with our practices, laws and overall business culture.  
I have had payments made regularly minus the GST amount.  When you send them an email explaining this, it will then go through a million chain email from one person to another.  You wonder if it is worth the drama to be chasing for $14.97 for three months.  How should I write it off as, along with “Bad Debts” as account category, should have another one called “no understand GST”
Today’s outburst comes from an issue that I have been dealing with for a client of mine.  This clients’ client was an excellent payer.  I never had to pick up the phone chasing payments.  Like clock work the payments arrived on time along with a remittance advice.  End of last year I saw a new pattern emerging.  Suddenly I had to start sending emails and even phone calls chasing for payments or remittance advises.  Payments started coming in late and sometimes late and short paid.  Then since March nothing.  Client slowly revealed that they’ve gone overseas for the final stage of processing the invoices.  So, I would be sending the email to my clients office in Adelaide and then he would send it to Melbourne and then it goes to India.  Between May to date I think I have been through roughly 20 -25 emails, and god knows how many phone calls.  Each email gets more interesting than the previous.  I had dates given to me about payments made for the March and April invoices.  Again this email would have gone through five people before it comes to me,  I would then go back to the original bank statements to see if any payments had come through, that I may have mistakenly allocated to someone else.  Nope, so I would start the next chain of emails, saying no such payment has been made to our account on that day, before that day or after that day.
I received an interesting email today.  It came straight from India.  It started apologising for the delay in payments, they have identified that payments were not made since March. “Hallelujah”, finally I thought.  Anyway, I stopped reading there, as I wanted to finish the normal routine stuff first and then to come back to this email.  Anyway, if they’ve made the payment, I don’t really care for the rest of the fairy tale. So I went back to finishing the mundane stuff.  End of the bank reconciliation to my disappointment I realised that there was no payment from them.  So I went back to read the email to see if and when the payment would be made.
Mr Rahul Blah Blah Blah has sent me the email and has cc’d the email to another billion pen pushers and starts off by saying that they give their sincere apologies and after reconciling their accounts have found invoices dated after March have not been paid. “Finally” I thought, we are on the same page. He has given detailed information of the past invoices and when they were paid etc.  Advising me that I should reconcile my accounts according to that.  I felt like “Asterix” and “Oblix”
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Well the email continues on to advise me that after I reconcile my accounts as per THEIR advise to print out a current statement and to send it to him directly and he will make the payment the following Monday.   I have sent him a very polite email cc’ing the rest of the Rahul’s, Gupta’s  and along with the rest of the Australian entourage.  So in short, the saga continues.
But this is a serious issue to think about.  More and more jobs are going overseas. Whether it be accounts departments, IT or Manufacturing.  I understand that our wages and other wage related expenses are slightly on the upper bracket leaving businesses with a smaller margin of Profit (in theory).
In my opinion I think it is mainly the medium to small businesses are the ones who are most affected by our high award rates and workcover, super and other industrial awards obligations, and receive the least amount of assistance from the Government.  There are many obligations (including financial payments) that needs to be met by businesses that venture into employing staff from overseas on the 457 visa.  Most locals are not aware of these things and the Governments don’t explain this either when they go for their vote grabbing slogans.
I wonder if there are same or if any requirements for companies that go overseas to subcontract their company functions? When we lose jobs to overseas, aren’t we then losing the PAYG revenue as well.
Talking about IT call centres going overseas, I had an interesting conversation a couple of weeks ago with the Tax departments IT help centre.  Guess where that call went to?  I am some one who is skeptical about “Cloud” servers so imagine how I feel about our ATO going to India.
Politicians constantly talk about job creation.  Before we talk about creating jobs, we should think about not losing the ones we have.  Each year University students find it almost impossible to find internships in Australia especially in Engineering and medical fields and some have no option but to go overseas.  Some even have to pay for their internships.  Same predicament once they graduate.  They have to go overseas for the jobs.  All this for the CEO to have fatter cheque.  I am not suggesting a Communist or a socialist policy here.  But there has to be a balance.  Total Capitalism will ruin the core social structure.  We still need some parts of the societies needs to be owned/met by the Government.  Governments shouldn’t be influenced by big businesses nor by the unions. Unions are a necessary organisation to keep businesses accountable, and could be a very important body for negotiation of the two parties.  But bullying by either party should not be tolerated/condoned by the Governments.
My blood pressure has come down.  Time for a refill cuppa.
Please Note: I have nothing against Indians or Phillipines or whoever else from the rest of the world.  But completely against our jobs going to whoever else other than Aussies (who are paying taxes in our country)
Posted in Goa, Sri Lanka, Sri Lankan Politics, travel, True Story, Inspirational

Destination Goa (Part 8)

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As they say it’s been a long time between drinks.  But in my case there has been many drinks but not much writing.  What are the excuses that I can pin it on … broken finger, work and possibly a lack of interest or if I am to be totally honest and say addiction to Asian Teledramas. I know how stupid it sounds but I think it was an escapism. Started with watching Japanese dramas with subtitles with the excuse of learning the language, then I ran out of Jap dramas so I merged to Taiwanese so I started to learn a bit Mandarin.  I have now progressed to Korean.  Finding Korean hard to learn.  Its a bit like French and German, similar grammar patterns but German has a stronger accent making it hard to pronounce than Japanese.  The two subjects I started to write about has brought about the writers block.  What I am finding out is that travelling is great but writing about it is not so much.

The other piece that I am currently writing is about my friend whom I lost in the civil war in Sri Lanka.  In all my other writings/stories I hardly had to think about the audience.  But, somehow in this one I am aware of the audience.  Not necessarily because I am scared to upset the Sri Lankan readers, I think the issues that I am touching upon are necessary for reconciliation, it’s an actual snapshot of real life in a war torn country, along with other social issues, in my opinion an unbiased recount of evils of both sides.  I am not by any means condoning Terrorism but, I do visit the possible reasons for the birth of one.  In this regard feel it’s an important topic for the current climate in the world.  Prevention is always better than a cure.  My reason for writing this story is probably as most times to heal my heart of losing my dear friend Lalith.  I have probably a lot of anger inside me regarding this.  But the irony is I come from the clan that killed him.  I haven’t settled on a title either.  I have changed it so many times “Friendship and war”, “Friend from the other side”, “Friendship across enemy lines” the last one I have come up with is “Ammba Yalluwa” which translates to something like childhood friend/soul mate.  I think I might settle with that.

I am usually not worried about offending someone when I write, but in this story I am and that is really having an effect on my writing.  Discussing this with my son, he started to say, you can’t really worry about offending people, it’s your thoughts, it’s your reasoning, it’s your point of view.  I get that but this subject is a hard one.  This is not a subject where I tell a Christian what I think of his Anti Gay sentiments.  The wounds go deeper than that in this.  As a Tamil who lived amongst the Sinhalese and understood them way better than my own kith and kin from Jaffna (north of Sri Lanka) my so called unbiased views may not sit well with those who were tortured by the Sri Lankan Army. My views on why Terrorism grew in Sri Lanka will not be accepted by the Sinhalese either.  My sister-in-laws friend and mum who had to witness her two brothers and her dad being burnt alive will never accept my theories and explanations about the Sinhalese.  Lalith’s family never thought that all tamils were terrorists and they all had to die.  However, wrong that theory is, I will have to accept that anger.  Arj (my son) said something that really hit the nail.  “Emotions aren’t rational, there is no way you could explain to kid in Syria that the Americans are nice people”  All that kid has, heard, seen and experienced is the opposite.  It is such a charged subject, I want to do justice to this story, but I am so torn as well.

I started to write about Goa and I have written two paragraphs of my other project.  So, lets start about Goa.  Today’s topic is Goan food, music and culture.

Maybe the reason I fell in love with Goa is due to the similarities of Goa and Sri Lanka. They were both Portuguese Colonies and hence the similarities I guess.  But it’s just uncanny how similar Goa is to Sri Lanka and how different it is to the rest of India.

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The above is stuffed okra.  That was one of my favourite dishes (that I took a photo of before digging into it first).  I don’t think Sri Lanka has a stuffed okra dish, but similar to stuffed banana chillies.   Similar dishes are pan rolls (in sri lanka we call them Chinese rolls not sure why because I don’t think the Chinese are aware of that roll), muscat (Goan’s call it Bibinka) and Thothal

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The best thing about it is that they view these as possible breakfast items and it is on the hotel breakfast buffet.  Yes, of course I thought I was in heaven.

The curries are so different to the normal Indian Cuisine.  A curry with the Rechad spice mix a must try.  Fish is big in Goa.  Not sure, if the laws have changed in the recent months but at the time we were there, Goa is one of the places in India where you can buy beef and alcohol in Restaurants rather freely.  Most places in India have a ban on beef due to the cow being a revered animal as most of them claim to be Hindu’s.  Not sure which part of Hinduism says its okay to eat all other meats but not beef, per my understanding of the religion all meats were out as it was considered to be killing another animal.  I guess that’s another argument/beef (sorry for the dad pun, couldn’t help myself) for another day.

Clothing/culture:  Goa is still kind of part of South India.  The South India that I know is very conservative.  Goa not so much or not at all.  It’s a party town.  Again very similar to Sri Lanka, Negambo in particular.  Night life is very alive, and not just filled with tourists, this is mainly by the locals.  Ladies in pretty sexy clothes, having a drink or two or more. Nothing atrocious, but no conservative woman in a saree with flowers in her hair sitting quietly in a corner.

Music: At these live music places its all English music, the one place we were at was all 80’s gems.  But their local music is very similar to the Sri Lankan Baila.  Again I think we can thank the Portuguese for that.

Ok the above is just a clip from the youtube to give you an idea of the Goan music, next I will post one from the Sri Lankan Baila to show you the similarities

 

Memories are a bit vague now, but I think the two places that we tried out was Tito’s and Kohi bar.  Personal preference is Tito’s but I guess for the young ones Kohi Bar may be more attractive.

Just like in Sri Lanka Goa produces a lot of Spices as well Cashews.  Cashew snacks are very similar to Sri Lanka as well.  They go one better and have produced an alcohol drink with it as well called “Feni”, Looks clear like Vodka, as a shot it feels pretty potent, but great in a cocktail.

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I like to end it here for today.  Adeus (good bye in Konkani – Goan language)

 

 

 

 

 

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Remember it’s water not oil to calm the Burning Fire

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Tree by tree the flame takes over

The shrub tries to reason, but scorched away.

Smallest little ember now spreading at a rate of thousand trees a day.

Despair and misery,

All a common scene every summers day.

 

Blame and anger fills the town

Is it Arson or it just the horror of nature

Is it back burning gone wrong or the “Greens” non action

 

As a nation we all pull together

We look for answers but never forget the suffering

Even the Koala gets a drink

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As a nation we mourn together

It’s water not oil to calm the burning fire

 

My fellow Australians

Leave racism to the Yanks and the Brits

Remember it’s water not oil to calm the Burning Fire

 

Daily Post word – Burn

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