Flight attendants and their tudung

This is not a shariah issue. This is the issue of protecting the rights of women at work, irrespective of religion.

Yes. Men should lower their gaze and they need to be taught how to behave.

But do we honestly think that if given the choice, the female flight attendance would want to make some suggestions on the uniform that they wear every day?

And yes. If they wanted to, they should be give the choice to wear the hijab, as much as a Hindu should be given the choice to put on the Dotti and even for the male Sikh to wear the turban.

Who’s the sucker?

A few years ago, one of the trainers of a workshop I was invited to as a guest instructor attempted to teach the participants that ‘there is a sucker born every minute’ and that we should take advantage of that to make money of them.

Needless to say, the entire room revolted against that trainer and he had to be removed from the rest of the workshop.


It is sometimes true that there are people out there who perhaps at that moment had less common sense or was feeling pretty vulnerable or just plain gullible, who bought something they shouldn’t have or needed, or gave info out that they shouldn’t, or just wanted to help someone out and ended up being taken advantage off.


Don’t be suspicious of everyone because of paranoia.


Don’t give too ready to give trust to strangers.


If it’s too good a deal, you’ll surely end up paying more at the end.

Of Planes And Prayer

Those who know me well would know I had an intense fear or flying which I developed after a turbulent flight. 

When forced to fly, I would be paralysed in my seat, I couldn’t eat, it took me ages to get from my seat to the toilet as I inched step by step, every bump in the air would skyrocket my heart beat, I couldn’t look out the window. 

It’ll be the same whether it’s a 45 minute local flight or a 13 hour flight to Europe, whether it’s a 747 or an Airbus, whether it’s Malaysian Airlines or British Airways. 

If I had to go through that recent Air Asia flight washing machine malfunction, I would probably seriously collapse from anxiety or worse. 

It’s not about faith or trust or redha. Trust me, I don’t think my thoughts or prayer to The Almighty would  be as crystal clear as it would be in any other situation. 

What I need from the pilot is absolute calmness which is what they ate trained to behave. And from the recordings I have heard, that calmness was not there. 
Maybe some people would find it reassuring to hear the Captain day what was said.
I know I won’t be and that does not make me any less of a believer. 

Ps. I’m less of a basket case now when it comes to flying. It doesn’t mean I am less fearful. I think it means I am more accepting of fate and more reliance on Allah AWJ. 

Mindset Matters

This is a fundamental concept in all the workshops and trainings I conduct. People get uncomfortable in my workshops. That’s the only way I know that they are learning.

‘Why waste time proving over and over how great you are, when you could be getting better? Why
hide deficiencies instead of overcoming them? Why look for friends or partners who will just shore up your self-esteem instead of ones who will also challenge you to grow? And why seek out the tried and true, instead of experiences that will stretch you? The passion for stretching yourself and
sticking to it, even (or especially) when it’s not going well, is the hallmark of the growth mindset.
This is the mindset that allows people to thrive during some of the most challenging times in th

Carol Dweck
MINDSET – The Psychology Of Success

A short talk for MARDI

Am very happy to announce that I was invited to speak at the Intellectual Discourse MSTE 2018 held in conjunction with Hari Inovasi MARDI (HIM) 2018.

The title of my 45 min talk ‘Transitioning from a static organization to an agile organization: Managing disruptive changes and innovation’.

I shared my views and experience in change and transformation management as well as insights into the future of how companies should be led.

This is a picture of me and the awesome organising committee…