Raja Kumbang. My Theories, Thoughts and Practicalities…

Some people asked me why I’m called “Raja Kumbang”.

Well, if you know the song, and you know me intimately, maybe you’ll have an idea why.

Hei jangan cuba-cuba = Hey, dont even try

Bermain cinta denganku = Playing games of love with me

Oh aku Raja Kumbang = Oh, I am the Beetle King

Itu nama samaranku = That is my nickname

Jangan cuba menekan diriku = Don’t try to push me

Untuk kepuasanmu = For your own satisfaction

Hidupku selalu berkelana = My life is always a-wandering

Mencari bahagia = Searching for happiness

Oh hidup bagaikan burung = Oh, life is like a bird

Tersiksa dalam sangkarnya = Tortured in its cage

Oh lebih baik hidup = Oh, it is better to live

Bagaikan kumbang yang merdeka = just like a bettle that is free

Cinta bagiku hanyalah seperti debu = Love to me is only just like dust

Pasti hilang bersama angin yang lalu = Will definitely disappear with the passing breeze

thought of the day:-

HEAVEN & HELL

The old monk sat by the side of the road. With his eyes closed, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap, he sat. In deep meditation he sat.

Suddenly his zazen was interrupted by the harsh and demanding voice of a samurai warrior. “Old man! Teach me about heaven and hell!”

At first, as though he had not heard, there was no perceptible response from the monk. But gradually he began to open his eyes, the faintest hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as the samurai stood there, waiting impatiently, growing more and more agitated with each passing second.

“You wish to know the secrets of heaven and hell?” replied the monk at last. “You who are so unkempt. You whose hands and feet are covered with dirt. You whose hair is uncombed, whose breath is foul, whose sword is all rusty and neglected. You who are ugly and whose mother dresses you funny. You would ask me of heaven and hell?”

The samurai uttered a vile curse. He drew his sword and raised it high over his head. His face turned to crimson, and the veins of his neck stood out in bold relief as he prepared to sever the monk’s head from its shoulders.

“That is hell,” said the old monk gently, just as the sword began its descent.

In that fraction of a second, the samurai was overcome with amazement, awe, compassion and love for this gentle being who had dared to risk his very life to give him such a teaching. He stopped his sword in mid-flight and his eyes filled with grateful tears.

“And that,” said the monk, “is heaven.”

(From A Third Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul, by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. Published by Health Communications, Deerfield Beach, Florida.)