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I started to write this column in my head on Nov 4 as I watched the election results refreshing ‘live’ on my computer screen. I grew giddy with quiet delight: At long last change has finally come to America, I thought then.
More than a month later, after digesting Obama-mania, I am now asking: Has it? Will change come to America? Sitting in my apartment in New York City, the view looks different, suddenly.



From my hotel room window, China’s new national Olympics stadium is shrouded in a thick, gray mist. Visibility is approaching near hopelessness. Mr Magoo would’ve had no chance. Only it isn’t mist.
It’s smog. Pollution. The air outside, from which I had just escaped for the sanctuary of my hotel room, is thicker. The humidity is staggering. In the last few days more and more Beijingers began to wear facemasks, but many more braved the ‘mist’.











Beyond primary and secondary education, would Chinese and Indians have equal access to ‘government’ scholarships? Would Chinese and Indians have equal number of seats at universities in Malaysia?

And it won’t be one until the government’s racism ends.





