Yasmin Ahmad, editors and politicians

Many of my friends are outraged over an article in a Malay tabloid yesterday about the late Yasmin Ahmad, the award-winning director whose works have stirred our consciousness of what it means to be a Malaysian.

I am equally upset that the paper chose to resurrect her past, knowing full well that she was not able to defend herself or clear the air. It was a cheap shot at sensationalism.

But hey, wait a minute. Nobody forced anyone to read the article. In fact, most of the people who bawled at the tabloid's ill-treatment of Yasmin barely flipped through the tabloid on any other days.

The publisher and editors there, it doesn't take a genius to figure, was just trying to sell its paper using the tried and tested formula of cheap sensationalism. Sex sells. Violence sells and let's not even get started with scandals. That's Business 101 for you.

Ok, I am not trying to defend the paper. In fact, if I were the editor there, I would have spiked (journalism slang for "delete") the story immediately. But, I am not and the editors there obviously thought that it was a a topic that appeals to their readers. And considering that the tabloid has been in operation for half a decade, the editors there must have been fairly accurate about what its readers want to read or not. Bottom line is and without referring to any specific examples, sometimes it's the readers who determine what kind of news the editors choose to put out.

I guess in that sense, politicians too are like editors. Their words and deeds are dictated to a large extent by what the populace wants. Although somehow or rather, "populism" has earned a somewhat negative connotation in the media. People use the phrase "so and so is a populist politician" as though it's a bad thing. People also pass remarks like "he / she behaves like a clown in Parliament" forgetting that it was the voters who put him or her there.

We can go on a debate about whether newspapers should shape the minds of the people instead of succumbing to commercial considerations. Or whether wakil rakyat should be leaders, not followers and play to the gallery. But that's another topic for another day.

But for now, everytime I come across a headline that say, reeks of racism, in say, Utusan Malaysia, I remind myself that there are some who can identify with the paper's editorial stance. And when I come across "clowns" in Parliament, I remind myself that others like myself put them there.

RIP, Beng Hock

I do not know Teo Beng Hock. Not until yesterday when he fell to his death.

I read from the papers that he, like me, was also a journo-turned-aide who took up the new challenge after the last general election. Like me, he was in his 30s. And we hail from the same hometown. His boss also happens to be my assemblyman.

Beng Hock and me may work for bosses who are on opposite sides of the political divide. Still, I feel like a member of the Aide Brotherhood has gone. Yes, I am saddened over the demise of an individual I probably haven't met before, let alone know in person. It feels like a journalist reading about one of their own being killed while covering a war. Or how politicians react to news about the public pressure that led ex-South Korean president Roh Moo-hyun to his suicide last May.

I think it's not fair to speculate over how Beng Hock died. But his death has underscored one important point: we aides live a pressure-cooker lifestyle. Well, at least me and my colleagues do.

We often associate stress and pressure with high-profile jobs, with politicians and CEOs being among the first to come to mind. Of course, I cannot compare my work pressure with that of my boss', which is many times worse. But it doesn't take a mechanical engineer to figure out that the parts in a high-performance engine, like the gasket or spark plugs, tend to wear out faster than those in a mediocre one.

I believe aides are like a seafarer, fireman and a surgeon all rolled into one. Sometimes, we need to sail into uncharted, choppy waters. In between, there are intermittent fires to put out. The skillful surgeon could help remove knives on our backs -and that of the boss. Oh, I left out being a good actor and a juggler too, which actually goes without saying.

OK, Beng Hock is gone prematurely, and perhaps unnecessarily. It's time to get to the bottom of this. It will not bring Beng Hock back nor ease the pain for his family and fiance. But it is the only right thing to do.

Rest in peace, Beng Hock...