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Sunday, 16 October 2016

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Lessons From My Father
A son treasures all that he has learnt
By Kannan Pasamanickam
Heart&Soul/Star2, Sunday 16 October 2016
MY father passed away at the age of 94 just past midnight on May 2 this year. Dad was bom in a small town in Tamil Nadu, India. He was a self- made man who had to fend for him­self from an early age.
An only child who lost his mother before his teens, he was brought to pre-independence Malaya by his father, as a child of eight in 1928. He later returned to India to study and returned to Malaysia in his teens to work.
He initially worked as a junior clerk in a money lending firm and this created a lasting impression on him, explaining the meticulous way he kept accounts throughout his life and his thrift when spending money. He kept his daily spending money in a small envelope and every cent spent during the day was recorded on the envelope.
At the time of his death, he was one of the most senior retired politi­cians in the country, having served in the state legistative assembly and in the senate.
As children, my sister and I wit­nessed the many parties at our small, unpretentious home where our late mum cooked and dad host­ed the early politicians and leaders of the various communities who made up our country.
Dad’s cordial links with the politi­cal masters of the day earned bene­fits for his community.
During his wake recently, many people came to tell us of his many contributions and help it made us feel very proud.
Dad worked very hard through­out his life. He trained to become an accountant. As many of his genera­tion did, he believed in investing in property for a rainy day - he put aside what little he could for this. I was repeatedly told the story of my mum volunteering her wedding jewellery to be pawned so that he could make the down payment for the first piece of property that he bought in 1959. He ensured that my sister and I got a good education.
Grandpa was a simple clerk with little means. Dad knew that the only way to raise his siblings from pover­ty was through education.
Though he was an only child with no financial legacy to support him, he took it upon himself to help educate the children of his stepbrothers and stepsisters who were left behind in the little town in India.
Thanks to Dad’s efforts, this next gen­eration is successful academically and have several profes­sionals. Their successes made him proud and gave him a deep sense of satisfaction later in life. He also wanted to uplift his community through education, hence his participation in several school boards and societies. We were taught to share God’s gifts and the fruits of your labour with the less fortunate, and that was a sacred duty..
Dad was rich in the knowledge of the traditions and history of the Indian community in particular and Malaysia in general. He was a gifted storyteller and orator - his oratori­cal skills were in great demand at political meetings and weddings.
People came up to tell me how, up to the last days of his life, he had regaled them with stories from our cultural fables. He loved to advise and encourage the younger genera­tion -1 was very touched when a Malay MP told me at Dad’s wake that he considered him a father, because he was one of the earliest and oldest politicians to encourage and advise him when he was nomi­nated to stand for elections.
A group of Indian children came to sing hymns at his funeral; they told me later that Dad had been sup­portive of their orphanage for sever­al years. A Chinese banker with an international firm based in Singapore sent me a message of sup­port - he told me he was “blessed to have known Dad and that his family would miss Dad’s wise words and humour”. This gentleman’s family and mine have been friends for three generations.      
Dad had many good friends from every race in our country, evidenced by the mourners at his funeral. At 94, he was one of the oldest citizens of Muar, the town he loved so much.
He lived frugally, repeatedly advising us of the virtues of thrift and the evils of materialism.
He kept reminding us not to for­get our very simple beginnings; this story of one of his favourite aunts in India was repeatedly told.
When he was a child, Dad’s family was so poor that even having fish for their meals was a luxury. This aunt, who lived in the countryside, would catch fish in the padi field, then cook it and walk 10km (there was insufficient money for bus fare) to feed the little mouths in Grandpa’s home.
The times that Dad returned home to visit his relatives in India, the first thing that he did before entering the ancestral village was to change into a simple dhoti and cot­ton jippa - this was to ensure that his relatives and friends who had remained behind in the village, would not suffer the pain of jeal­ousy from seeing the external signs of the success he had achieved in a foreign land. I was often told that we should not for any reason be the cause of misery in another’s life - this is one of the lessons learnt from my father that I treasure.
Nurture your brain but not your stomach, was an Indian adage that he loved to quote.
He loved to read. When insomnia troubled him in the last years of his life, it was not unusual to see him seated and reading his favourite Tamil novels late into the night.
God blessed my father with a long life with the physical ability to con­tinue to do all that he liked, to the very end.
He was a disciplined man. It was probably around 1978, when I was a young doctor, that Dad first com­plained of feeling chest pains while climbing up stairs - he asked me what he should do. He was then a two-pack-a-day smoker. I told him that he had blocked arteries and that he had to stop smoking. The next morning, he quit and kept off cigarettes for the rest of his life.
Two weeks before he died, I invit­ed him to my house in Petaling Jaya for our annual ancestral prayers - it was one of the rare times that he stayed overnight in my house. We had a good family dinner and the following day after eating his favourite lunch prepared by my wife, Dad left for home. That was the last I was to see my father alive.
Though increasingly frail, Dad went to his office until the last week of his life - retirement was not an option he considered. He continued with his daily walking exercises up till the morning of the last day of his life. We were told that he spent the last two weeks of his life busy con­ducting meetings and giving advice to younger people.
On the night of his death, Dad chatted with friends after dinner and then went to bed. His life ended soon after.
My sister and I will remember his lessons and continue his legacy.

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I MARRIED my husband in 2008. We were introduced by his sister’s friend. He was a divorcee. From what I know from his sister, he was only married for 52 days before his wife ran away. His sister also mentioned that his first wife was suspicious of their brother and sister relationship.
I didn’t like the idea of marrying a divorcee but a priest told me to give him a chance as he had tried to save his marriage but his first wife did not give him a chance. So it was not his fault that the marriage did not work.
So I put my trust in S (my husband) and married him. What followed was a nightmare for any girl.
His sister acted as though she owned him. The way they talked to each other, you would think they were newly-weds and I was the lamp post hovering over them.
I felt so lonely and unloved. On top of that, his mother found fault with everything I did. When I became pregnant a few months later, the torture from his sister and his mother became unbearable.
When he was at home, they treated me with love and respect. The moment he stepped out of the house, the scenario changed. I was not even allowed to go into the kitchen.
At one point, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I sent his sister an e-mail to give her a piece of my mind. I did not want her to make a scene at home as my father-in-law was quite sickly.
I asked her why she needed to find him a wife when it was obvious that she did not want him to be with his wife, and she could have married him instead. She freaked out, took MC that day, and created a big hullabaloo at home. My mother, my brother and my grandmother went to their house to sort things out.
My sister-in-law claimed that I was carrying my brother’s baby. The whole situation turned really ugly. My brother got very angry and I wished he had slapped her then.
They told all their extended family members bad things about me. They even staged a drama by breaking vases in front of their porch and lodged a police report against me. The police asked me to file a police report against them for making a false report against me.
His mother called me a gold-digger though all they own is a small house and a Kancil.
My husband left me and our daughter seven years ago to be with his mother and sister. His sister got married in 2012 and bought a house near her mother’s house and frequently visits her mother. However, I was beaten whenever I visited my mother.
Now my ex-husband has started visiting our daughter at her school. I do not know what his agenda is, but it’s creeping me out.
I asked him if he wanted to get back together but he said he would never do so.
Before the visits started, he sent me a letter from his lawyer, seeking my consent to a divorce. After that I do not know what happened. My daughter hates to see her father.
I have to coax her and explain to her that it’s her father and he loves her, and that the problem is between me and him. I want everything to be over, and I want to get him out of our lives. I am afraid of him. What should I do now?
Dilemma

It looks like you had stepped into a very complex family situation when you married S. It is very unlikely that S and his sister had anything romantic going on between them. However, the lack of boundaries in their relationship is cause for concern. No wonder the first marriage ended after just 52 days.
It is not strange that your in-laws hated you. They were jealous because you posed a threat; they were afraid of losing S’s love. This is rather ironic because there is no way that S could ever love anyone. His mother and his sister dominate his life.
So when you came into the picture, it became an obligation for him. He had a duty as a husband.
And there was probably little else in your relationship with S.
With you, it was a matter of control. You were not allowed to visit your mother. Your movements were controlled and monitored. The home was their territory, and S their property. You were necessary - people have to get married. But the idea of loving anyone other than themselves is alien to this family.
You are lucky that you are out of this marriage and this family. There is no way of knowing S’s motives in wanting a relationship with your daughter after all these years. You are right to be suspicii More importandy, now is the time to b careful and vigilant.
Since he has already initiated divorce proceedings, you should follow up. Your best protection now is the law.
Check on the progress of the divorce. If S did not go through with it, you should consider initiating it. Also, it will be wise for you to seek custody of your child.
Speak with a family lawyer.
If your daughter does not like her father visiting her at school, you can suggest that he meets her elsewhere. If she is adamant that she will not see him at all, you will have little choice but to involve the law in this matter.
You can have legal custody of your daughter, while her father may have visitation rights. It is also possible for you to specify conditions for his visitation if your daughter is not comfortable seeing him. It may be hard to disallow him visitation rights as he is also a parent.
You may want to check to make sure that the first marriage ended legally. S must be divorced before he could marry you. Otherwise, there are legal implications which affect you, your marriage to S, and your daughter.
Do not be upset that your marriage has ended. Sometimes, we have to know when the end comes.
Even if it wasn’t for the unusual closeness between S and his sister, the marriage was unhealthy because of the way you were treated. You were disrespected. You were even beaten. All this amounts to abuse.
At this moment, why are you afraid of S? What do you think he can do to you? What can he do to your daughter? Keep these questions in mind and try to get some perspective on the situation. Just remember, no one is infallible. S can be kept away from you and your daughter. You can be safe. He has no power over you. Your fear is the only power he has, so it is important to not be afraid.
All in all, your marriage to S was toxic. Be glad that you are out of it. S and his family can speak ill of you for all they want - and you can be sure they will do it again when you start the custody battle for your daughter. You have nothing to be ashamed of. True friends would know they have no reason to doubt you.

HEART&SOUL
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Lessons From My Father
A son treasures all that he has learnt
By Kannan Pasamanickam
Heart&Soul/Star2, Sunday 16 October 2016
MY father passed away at the age of 94 just past midnight on May 2 this year. Dad was bom in a small town in Tamil Nadu, India. He was a self- made man who had to fend for him­self from an early age.
An only child who lost his mother before his teens, he was brought to pre-independence Malaya by his father, as a child of eight in 1928. He later returned to India to study and returned to Malaysia in his teens to work.
He initially worked as a junior clerk in a money lending firm and this created a lasting impression on him, explaining the meticulous way he kept accounts throughout his life and his thrift when spending money. He kept his daily spending money in a small envelope and every cent spent during the day was recorded on the envelope.
At the time of his death, he was one of the most senior retired politi­cians in the country, having served in the state legistative assembly and in the senate.
As children, my sister and I wit­nessed the many parties at our small, unpretentious home where our late mum cooked and dad host­ed the early politicians and leaders of the various communities who made up our country.
Dad’s cordial links with the politi­cal masters of the day earned bene­fits for his community.
During his wake recently, many people came to tell us of his many contributions and help it made us feel very proud.
Dad worked very hard through­out his life. He trained to become an accountant. As many of his genera­tion did, he believed in investing in property for a rainy day - he put aside what little he could for this. I was repeatedly told the story of my mum volunteering her wedding jewellery to be pawned so that he could make the down payment for the first piece of property that he bought in 1959. He ensured that my sister and I got a good education.
Grandpa was a simple clerk with little means. Dad knew that the only way to raise his siblings from pover­ty was through education.
Though he was an only child with no financial legacy to support him, he took it upon himself to help educate the children of his stepbrothers and stepsisters who were left behind in the little town in India.
Thanks to Dad’s efforts, this next gen­eration is successful academically and have several profes­sionals. Their successes made him proud and gave him a deep sense of satisfaction later in life. He also wanted to uplift his community through education, hence his participation in several school boards and societies. We were taught to share God’s gifts and the fruits of your labour with the less fortunate, and that was a sacred duty..
Dad was rich in the knowledge of the traditions and history of the Indian community in particular and Malaysia in general. He was a gifted storyteller and orator - his oratori­cal skills were in great demand at political meetings and weddings.
People came up to tell me how, up to the last days of his life, he had regaled them with stories from our cultural fables. He loved to advise and encourage the younger genera­tion -1 was very touched when a Malay MP told me at Dad’s wake that he considered him a father, because he was one of the earliest and oldest politicians to encourage and advise him when he was nomi­nated to stand for elections.
A group of Indian children came to sing hymns at his funeral; they told me later that Dad had been sup­portive of their orphanage for sever­al years. A Chinese banker with an international firm based in Singapore sent me a message of sup­port - he told me he was “blessed to have known Dad and that his family would miss Dad’s wise words and humour”. This gentleman’s family and mine have been friends for three generations.      
Dad had many good friends from every race in our country, evidenced by the mourners at his funeral. At 94, he was one of the oldest citizens of Muar, the town he loved so much.
He lived frugally, repeatedly advising us of the virtues of thrift and the evils of materialism.
He kept reminding us not to for­get our very simple beginnings; this story of one of his favourite aunts in India was repeatedly told.
When he was a child, Dad’s family was so poor that even having fish for their meals was a luxury. This aunt, who lived in the countryside, would catch fish in the padi field, then cook it and walk 10km (there was insufficient money for bus fare) to feed the little mouths in Grandpa’s home.
The times that Dad returned home to visit his relatives in India, the first thing that he did before entering the ancestral village was to change into a simple dhoti and cot­ton jippa - this was to ensure that his relatives and friends who had remained behind in the village, would not suffer the pain of jeal­ousy from seeing the external signs of the success he had achieved in a foreign land. I was often told that we should not for any reason be the cause of misery in another’s life - this is one of the lessons learnt from my father that I treasure.
Nurture your brain but not your stomach, was an Indian adage that he loved to quote.
He loved to read. When insomnia troubled him in the last years of his life, it was not unusual to see him seated and reading his favourite Tamil novels late into the night.
God blessed my father with a long life with the physical ability to con­tinue to do all that he liked, to the very end.
He was a disciplined man. It was probably around 1978, when I was a young doctor, that Dad first com­plained of feeling chest pains while climbing up stairs - he asked me what he should do. He was then a two-pack-a-day smoker. I told him that he had blocked arteries and that he had to stop smoking. The next morning, he quit and kept off cigarettes for the rest of his life.
Two weeks before he died, I invit­ed him to my house in Petaling Jaya for our annual ancestral prayers - it was one of the rare times that he stayed overnight in my house. We had a good family dinner and the following day after eating his favourite lunch prepared by my wife, Dad left for home. That was the last I was to see my father alive.
Though increasingly frail, Dad went to his office until the last week of his life - retirement was not an option he considered. He continued with his daily walking exercises up till the morning of the last day of his life. We were told that he spent the last two weeks of his life busy con­ducting meetings and giving advice to younger people.
On the night of his death, Dad chatted with friends after dinner and then went to bed. His life ended soon after.
My sister and I will remember his lessons and continue his legacy.


Star 2/Dear Thelma
Dear Thelma/Star2, Sunday 11 September 2016
I’m Struggling With Self Esteem
I AM a slow learner and I have difficulty in handling certain chores. My parents often yell at me for not using common sense even though I am trying to do my best. This really tears me apart. I am often plagued by doubts.
When I was in university, I suffered low self-esteem and lacked confidence. People saw me as an easy target for bul­lying. This caused me to struggle even more with self-confidence.
When I was working part-time, I tried to act confident and cope as best as I could. Yet, I was often criticised. I began to think I was really not as capable as the other staff members.
I have been like this for many years and I am at my wit’s end. I would really appreciate your advice.
Defeated
There is a saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Unfortunately, this is rarely true as it is the hurtful words that people use which hurt the most.
Teasing, bullying, name calling, using harsh words when scolding - even if it’s meant for the other person’s “own good” - can be very damag­ing. Like you, many people suffer from low self-es­teem and self-doubt as a result. Others become depressed and anxious, often driven by negative thoughts of themselves.
Some develop unrealistic expectations of them­selves and become perfectionistic. This, while seemingly good, can be debilitating and often times lead people to become overwhelmed and anxious, resulting in them doing nothing. This results in an unhealthy cycle whereby the person becomes more convinced of their ineptness, thus increasing their need for perfection. Here is an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Confidence, unfortunately, is not something you can act out. It is something you are, or you are not. Acting confident, therefore, is very different from being confident. Acting confident is a thin veneer for an underly­ing problem. It encourages defensiveness which results in an arrogant attitude, whereby the person acting confident can­not accept others’ feedback, however true or well intentioned.
The first thing you have to bear in mind is that what you are experiencing now is the result of many years of negativity from others. So it is not some­thing that can be over­come in a short time. Also, it is not something that can be overcome by mere “positive thinking”. Believing that you are worth it and good has its value. But just telling yourself that is not going to be enough to help.
For one, you have to start looking at your posi­tive points. You must take into consideration all that you are capable of and all that you have achieved in your life thus far.
You say you are a slow learner. Yet, you have managed to attend university. This is no small feat! How many unappreciated successes like this do you have in your life?
In people’s eagerness to be humble, we forget to stop and pat ourselves on the back when we do well. In our modesty, we play down our successes. There is a benefit to this, of course. Unchecked, too much back patting can lead one to become a little narcissistic. So it is important to strike a balance. Appreciating yourself and the good work you have done must be tempered with trying to understand how you can improve yourself in the future.
Every small success matters. Even a small improvement is an improvement. Take out a note­book and list all the successes - from small to very big - that you have had. Think hard. Try and remember from as far back in your life as you can. Make this list an ongoing one and jot down every success you have from now on.
Appreciate what you have. Gratitude is a very important trait to cultivate. Oftentimes, we feel down in the dumps because we are so focused on all that we don’t have. Spend a few minutes a day identifying and appreciating the things you have and are grateful for. These “things” are not limited to the material. Good health and abundance of food is something many people overlook.
Start appreciating the feedback that people give you. Do not see this as criticism. Instead, view these observations by others as a means for you to improve yourself. When people “criticise” you, ask them how you can make things better next time.
Listen to what they are saying. Do not become defensive. Also, do not make excuses. You only know a certain aspect of yourself. They see a dif­ferent one. View this as an opportunity to under­stand how they view you. It is an opportunity for self-improvement.
Adopt a more positive outlook. This does not ?, mean one has to ignore the bad things that hap­pen. It means accepting that the bad comes with the good. Accept that bad things happen to every­one. It is not about how bad it is that matters. It is about moving on and continuing despite these bad things. It is about understanding that bad things are not going to hold you back. Bad things '1 make one stronger. It builds resilience. It helps us develop new skills and discover strengths we never knew we had.
This is not easy to do. We all need help at differ­ent points in our lives for different things. You may need help from a mental health profes­sional. You may seek the services of a coun­sellor or a clinical psychologist. These can be found in the private sector, or in large government hospitals.

There is no shame in seeking help from a men­tal health professional. Just because you are seeing a counsellor or clinical psychologist does not mean '' you have a mental illness. A mental health profes­sional is trained to help you deal with damaging negative thoughts and self-doubt. It helps provide new perspectives and enables us to develop an understanding of ourselves. It also helps us to grow and develop as a person.

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