Service Addicts

I am so touched by the spirit shown by some UMNO leaders. These are selfless people. They dedicate their lives for the sake of the people. Imagine spending their own money to go up and down the capital, to insist on being the chance to be the people's representative? I mean where do you get such god-sent angels? Their desire to serve the people and country is unmatched. History has nothing to show to even come near this show of soul-sacrifice.

Come on; let's take the office where many of us work. The coffee is provided, the biscuits are provided, and the coffee maker belongs to the office. Would you fork out a dime towards this? No? I guess so. The office needs someone to lead the staff on a project that requires you to work day and night, getting very little sleep and yet you have to come to work the next day. At the end of the month your pay-slip shows the same figure as last month's. Would there be volunteers? Would you volunteer? No? I guess so.

Do you know why? Do you know why you would not volunteer? You are not an UMNO state representative or Member of Parliament. You are not an MIC representative, you are not an MCA rep and neither are you from Gerakan.

These great souls, god-sent angels, work their arse off for the people. They hardly get 4 hours sleep a day. They sacrifice family life, staying away from their family for days at a time. All for what? For a meagre few thousand a month? No, it's for that feeling of satisfaction that they get, knowing that they have served. Serving is in their blood.

What happens when that privilege is taken away from them? Like hardcore drug addicts deprived of their fix, they go on a rampage. They rant and rage and go wild. They go up and down and up and down to Putrajaya demanding their god given right to serve the rakyat. They cry, they plea, they threaten and they kneel, all for the right to serve the people and the country they love so much.

What nonsense have I been up to? No this is no nonsense. Just read the papers, watch the news, surf the net and all is there for you. You can read of people willing to burn flags of their party because they are no longer allowed to serve the people. They are willing to pay for buses, to get loads of people to go to state capitals and the Federal Capital to show how much this load of people long for their service. They are willing to lose their dignity, going up to the Capital to meet the Head Servant of the country up to 7 times to demand the right to serve the people whom they had been serving for so long.

The trouble is that, these service addicts, do not trust that others could serve as well as they had been doing. They pity the people. They are afraid that the service by the new service servants would not be up to the quality of the service that their people have been used to.

Oh, how they bleed inside them thinking how these new servants might abandon the people that they loved so much. How, they weep thinking of the long, dreary, empty and lonely days they would face not being able to do what they do best and that is to serve.

Given the choice, they would want to serve and serve and serve until they drop down and die. Then they would die with a smile, knowing that they have executed their god-given duty to the fullest. Ask any of them, it is not the money. Anyway, what is money? They could get money by doing an honest day's work. No, it's not the money, it's the gratification they get by seeing the smiles on the faces of the people they had served.

Anyway, the bungalows and Mercedes and Swiss accounts are just incidentals they pick up along the way.