No history on History (Channel)

Anything that's ancient will likely have some element of history (and possibly even some degree of historical significance) attached to it.

Is that a fair statement?  

By every conceivable academic and social norm of understanding, I'd say yes.  I mean, if a subject is ancient, chances are it's historical, right?  And if it possesses especial historical value, one could reasonably assume that it may even feature on the History Channel (or simply "History" as it's known these days).  After all, isn't that what history's largely all about?  Ancient civilisations, ancient cultures, ancient battles, ancient artifacts, ancient folklore, ancient aliens; historical things and events which we ought to appreci....  Hang on!  Ancient aliens?!

We live, we die; but how prepared are we to go?

Remember that scene from the 1994 romantic comedy-drama "Forrest Gump" where Forrest returns home to Greenbow, Alabama in the autumn of 1975 to visit his mother who was dying of cancer and where this exchange between mother and son took place?

Mrs Gump:  I'm dying, Forrest.  C'mon in, sit down over here.

Forrest Gump:  Why are you dying, mama?

Mrs Gump:  It's my time.  It's just my time.  Oh, now, don't be afraid, sweetheart.  Death is just a part of life; something we're all destined to do.  I didn't know it, but I was destined to be your mama.  I did the best I could.

Forrest Gump:  You did good.

What is "Aotearoa" and what exactly does it mean?

AOTEAROA (pronounced "aO-tay-a-rOa") is the Maori name for that beautiful, pristine island nation we know affectionately as New Zealand.  Several meanings are attached to the name but, as is the case with many Maori names, its supposed true meaning and origin is found in both mythology as well as in historical fiction.

Essentially, there are two schools of thought with regards the origin of the name. While some believe Aotearoa is made up of two words, i.e. Aotea and roa, others suggest this number to be three, i.e. Ao, tea and roa.

The ups and downs of travel (Port Campbell, Australia)

"You were pushing 131 km/h back there", said the tall patrolman.  He was so brawny I swear he could easily break me in half if he'd wanted to.  His cool Ray-Bans aside, I'd just been speed-trapped and pulled over by the Victorian Highway Patrol in the middle of some of the lushest eucalyptus forests in the world.

"You can get away with it in South 'Straya but not on my turf", he went on.  Not wanting to get into deeper trouble - certainly not on foreign soil - I offered a meek apology, explaining we'd been in a rush to get to our destination before nightfall.  My wife's face had by now turned markedly pale.  Mine must have as well, I think.

Carry on, Jo: Jo goes to the supermarket (Covid-19)

"Of course I know what shallots are!", Jo snaps into his cellphone.

"And cumin?", his wife went on, worried.

"Look, I've consumed more cumin in my lifetime than you have rice!", retorted Jo loudly as he struggles to manoeuvre the rusted shopping cart with his other hand, not realising how imbecile he'd sounded to the other midday shoppers.  "And stop calling; you're embarrassing me!"

A true Malaysian ghost story

Most of us who are born - more so bred - in Asia will tell you how hard it is to completely detach ourselves from the supernatural.  In a culture where the belief in ghosts and ghouls is as prevalent as it is deep-rooted, any unusual incident that cannot be scientifically or plausibly explained is almost always attributed to the paranormal, regardless of faith or piety.

I was born into a reasonably well-read, church-going Malaysian family - so when it came to strange occurrences, goosebumps and all else in-between, my father would always tell us to first seek a rational explanation.  While, more often than not, his stance would prove prudent, there have similarly been a handful of strange events that were as inexplicable as they were curious.

COVID-19: 5 things you can do while under quarantine

Let's be honest; none of us could have imagined that it would come to this. This Covid-19 pandemic has blindsided us with such ferocity that, before we could say "novel coronavirus", many familiar things around us have become, well, unfamiliar.  In just a few short weeks, the world as we know it has seemingly gone from frenzied to snail-paced.  It's become so quiet.

As I write, many countries have shut their borders; air travel dwindled to a trickle.  And now countless of us the world over are told to STAY AT HOME in an effort to break the chain of infection.  Under the circumstances, I suppose that's hardly an unfair - if somewhat unpopular - directive; after all, drastic times call for drastic measures.  And whilst isolating oneself isn't exactly the most thrilling prospect on anyone's bucket list, adhering is the least we could do to help stem the spread of this bad, bad virus.

Look up; learn to coexist

“Look Up” is a short, 5-minute film that explores, through a movingly powerful narrative poem and a cinematic love story, the real science involved in the use - or rather, the mis-use - of social media as we know it.

It boldly speaks of the negative as well as anti-social aspects of social media in our world today and overtly describes how ours has really become an age of "idiots, smartphones and dumb people" - an age where we've become "slaves to the technology we've mastered".

 

Rethinking aging: The fine art of aging gracefully

I've always wondered why so many people resort to spending megabucks on Botox trying to look younger than they really are.  Or willingly go under the knife - with no recourse whatsoever against the surgeon - and risk looking like the caricature that is Donatella Versace after it's done.

Although I know modern society is insanely-quick to point out the negative aspects of aging (even having us believe aging is taboo), I feel that us 50- to 60-somethings shouldn't allow ourselves to get drawn into this cruel hype - we're far too wise for such things - because once we start losing sleep over aging, it will consume us at some point and drive us up the cuckoo's nest.

How reliable is travel insurance? (A true story)

So, exactly how reliable is travel insurance?  Very, actually - at least most times it is. What is certain is that travel insurance has become absolutely essential these days in view of the multitude of very real risks associated with modern-day travel - from missed connections due to industrial action to contracting a flu strain while abroad to having some crazed fanatic hijack the flight you're on.

And so it was that one such misfortune should befall my wife and I in the spring of 2010.  We'd just arrived in London, England by train when we learnt of the Eyjafjallajokull volcanic eruption in Iceland the previous day and, consequentially, the potential closure of airspace over vast parts of western Europe.  At the time, we didn't for a moment think that our travel plans would in any way be affected.  After all, such things only happen to other people, right?

Aging gracefully is a lifelong experience

As close to home as it may be, aging - or rather, the process of - can seem strange the more I think about it, especially when I start to ponder about how to do it well. Questions of whether there's indeed a "right" or "wrong" way of aging instantly come to mind.  Or whether I have a choice in this respect.  What exactly is "aging gracefully"? You mean there's a grace-less way of aging?

Personally, I've always believed that aging - gracefully or otherwise - is the culmination of one's life experiences.  I mean, if you are indeed aging gracefully, you really would've been doing it all along - either consciously or subconsciously - at every stage of your life, and not only when you suddenly realise you've grown old or that your end is nigh.  Likewise, if you're aging awkwardly, it's really all your own doing.

Hostelling for older travellers: 5 ways to feel at home in a youth hostel

Some time ago, I wrote a post on some of the common myths surrounding youth hostels.  In it, I encouraged travellers (especially those of my generation and older) to give hostelling a go.  If, after reading the article, you feel you're ready to find out for yourself what this fad called hostelling is all about, bravo; I've no doubt you'll find the whole experience immensely enriching, eye-opening and, above all, educational.

As I did before my first hostel outing in 2000, you'll probably also be feeling anxious about how your decision might play out; you know, being that creepy, old guy with the pot belly who thinks Imagine Dragons is some video game - all the time standing out like a sore thumb in an environ of mostly fit, fine-looking travellers young enough to be your children.  Or grandchildren.