Often, I’m asked by my non-journalist friends what it’s like to practice journalism in Malaysia. Well, I’d usually say it is great and that it isn’t different than any other place. I don’t know who I’m kidding.
THE issue between taxi drivers and Uber has gone on for years now and it looks like it will continue to go on until the government steps in and gives out a black and white ultimatum.
Whenever I write an article, produce a film or take a photograph, I make sure that I do my best because when it gets published, it will bear my name. That is what it means to earn a byline. Basically, when you put your name to it, it means that you are responsible for it and your reputation is staked on it.
When I was in my university days (give or take about 20 years ago), I remember there was one night when a cultural event was organised by the students. There were a lot of interesting activities during the day and evening and it was quite entertaining and educational too. Standard campus affairs, of course.
First, it was a plot by the Wall Street Journal to topple Datuk Seri Najib Razak as the prime minister of Malaysia. Then, it was a plot by several other international newspapers.