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When Did we stop calling people?

  By Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally There was a time when mothers and aunties could spend hours on the telephone.“What are you cooking today?”“Who is getting married next month?”“Eh, did you hear about...?”It was innocent gossip. Nothing very important. Nothing that would change the world. But it made people happy.It made them feel connected.You could hear the laughter, the sighs, the excitement and sometimes even the silence at the other end of the line. There was warmth in a human voice. Today?We have WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook, Telegram and so many other ways to communicate.We have everything.And yet, somehow, we seem more disconnected than ever.It has become so easy. So fast. And sometimes, so artificial.A family WhatsApp group may have 100 messages in a day, but hardly a real conversation. A πŸ‘ here.A forwarded video there.A “Happy Birthday” sticker.A few emojis, that is it.Very convenient. Very efficient. But where is the human feeling? We used to call.We used to listen.We use...
  AI: A Tool or a Crutch? The Red Line We Must Draw A Great-Grandfather’s Concern By Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally Today, I found myself thinking about how much technology has changed our lives. For the better? Or for the worse? I honestly don’t know.May be it is a little of both. You see, there is something very human about us. We have an inborn streak of laziness. The moment we discover something that means we no longer have to work quite so hard, we gladly embrace it. And that brings me to Artificial Intelligence,(AI). If AI can do a student’s homework, what happens to the student?He may get the answer,but does he understand it? Does he understand the principle behind it? The concept? The reason why the answer is what it is? More importantly, has he learned how to think? That is what worries me. The danger is not AI itself. The danger is what happens when we allow AI to do the thinking for us. A student who constantly asks AI for the answer may gradually lose the patience to strugg...

Merdeka Melalui Mata Seorang Budak Berusia 11 Tahun/Merdeka Through an 11-Year-Old’s Eyes

  Merdeka Melalui Mata Seorang Budak Berusia 11 Tahun Oleh Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally Saya baru berusia 11 tahun pada Hari Merdeka, 31 Ogos 1957. Rumah saya, jiran-jiran saya, dan seluruh pekan kecil Banting yang ketika itu masih begitu sederhana, semuanya dilanda kegembiraan.Lebih istimewa lagi, Banting baru sahaja mendapat bekalan elektrik beberapa hari sebelum Merdeka. Jadi pada waktu malam, pekan yang biasanya sunyi dan mengantuk itu tiba-tiba berubah menjadi seperti sebuah negeri dongeng — dihiasi lampu-lampu berwarna yang terang dan cantik. Pada pagi Merdeka, orang ramai sudah mula berkumpul di dewan orang ramai.Tiga pembesar suara besar dipasang supaya penduduk dapat mengikuti upacara pengisytiharan kemerdekaan yang berlangsung di Stadium Merdeka, Kuala Lumpur — melalui radio.Televisyen?Kami tidak pernah mengenalinya ketika itu! Apabila suara Tunku Abdul Rahman yang lantang bergema melalui pembesar suara: “Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!” seluruh orang ramai bersorak. Kedai rumah...
  Pengawal Trafik Berusia Tujuh Tahun Oleh Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally Pagi ini, seperti biasa, saya keluar berjalan kaki. Dan kemudian saya terlihat sesuatu yang benar-benar menyentuh hati saya. Seorang anak kecil, mungkin berusia tujuh atau lapan tahun, sedang memegang tangan seorang lelaki tua dan membantunya melintas jalan.Satu perbuatan yang kecil.Tetapi maknanya begitu besar. Budak itu tidak menunjuk-nunjuk. Dia tidak cuba menarik perhatian sesiapa. Dia hanya...memegang tangan lelaki tua itu.Berjalan perlahan.Memandang ke kiri. Kemudian ke kanan.Seperti seorang pengawal trafik kecil — tetapi dengan hati yang begitu besar. Saya berdiri seketika, memerhatikan mereka.Dan saya terfikir: Mungkin masih banyak kebaikan dalam dunia ini.Mungkin nilai-nilai murni masih diwariskan daripada satu generasi kepada generasi yang lain.Dan mungkin, sebagai ibu bapa dan datuk nenek, kita sebenarnya tidaklah melakukan sesuatu yang begitu buruk dalam mendidik anak-anak kita. Budak kecil itu mungki...
  The Seven-Year-Old Traffic Warden  By Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally This morning, as usual, I went out for my walk. And then I saw something that touched me deeply. A little boy, perhaps seven or eight years old, was gently holding the hand of an elderly man and helping him cross the road.It was a small gesture. But its meaning was enormous. The boy  did not show off. He did not try to attract anyone’s attention.He simply... held the man’s hand.Walked slowly.Looked left.Then right,like a little traffic warden with a very big heart. I stood there for a moment watching them.And I thought to myself: perhaps there is still plenty of kindness in this world.Perhaps good values are still being passed from one generation to another.And perhaps, as parents and grandparents, we are not doing such a bad job after all. That little boy probably had no idea how much his simple act meant.But I am sure that when he grows up, that kindness will remain with him.Perhaps one day he will teach...

The RM10 Mixed-Rice Index: Malaysia’s Real Economic Report ☕πŸ—

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  The RM10 Mixed-Rice Index: Malaysia’s Real Economic Report ☕πŸ— By Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally Forget Bank Negara Malaysia. Forget GDP. Forget those inflation charts that sometimes seem to require a PhD to understand. If you really want to know how the Malaysian economy is doing, I have a much simpler KPI: The RM10 Mixed-Rice Index. Walk into a small restaurant and ask: “Aunty, three dishes and one vegetable… how much?” RM10 = We’re still okay. RM12 = Time to take out the calculator. RM15 = Emergency family meeting: “Let’s just cook at home this week.” πŸ˜‚ I am not an economist. I am a grandfather, a former journalist, and, for almost 40 years, an unofficial “mixed-rice tester.” And believe me, that plate of mixed rice rarely lies. Field Report: A Restaurant in PJ, Last Week I was hungry. I walked into a little restaurant in PJ. I ordered: “Aunty, chicken, vegetables and a little beef rendang, please.” She smiled. “RM9, Uncle. Cheap, right?” Inside, I thought: Wow! Jackpot! πŸ˜ƒ T...

Indeks Nasi Campur RM10: Laporan Ekonomi Sebenar Malaysia ☕πŸ—

  Indeks Nasi Campur RM10: Laporan Ekonomi Sebenar Malaysia ☕πŸ— Oleh Dr Sajad Hussein Kamarally Lupakan Bank Negara Malaysia. Lupakan KDNK. Lupakan carta inflasi yang kadang-kadang memerlukan PhD untuk memahaminya. Kalau betul-betul mahu tahu keadaan ekonomi Malaysia, bagi saya ada satu KPI yang cukup mudah: Indeks Nasi Campur RM10. Masuk warung dan tanya: “Makcik, lauk tiga, sayur satu… berapa?” RM10 = Kita masih okay. RM12 = Mula keluarkan kalkulator. RM15 = Mesyuarat keluarga tergempar: “Minggu ni masak di rumah sajalah.” πŸ˜‚ Saya bukan ahli ekonomi. Saya seorang datuk, bekas wartawan, dan sudah hampir 40 tahun menjadi “penguji nasi campur” tidak rasmi. Dan percayalah, pinggan nasi campur ini jarang menipu. Laporan Lapangan: Warung di PJ, Minggu Lepas Saya lapar. Masuk sebuah warung comel di PJ. Saya pesan: “Makcik, ayam, sayur dan sikit rendang daging ya.” Makcik tersenyum. “RM9 ya, pakcik. Murah kan?” Dalam hati saya: Wah! Jackpo t! πŸ˜ƒ Dua minit kemudian, nasi sampai. Nasi ...