No, I don't mean who's next to go after Kalimullah Hassan shed his last tears in his last column in the New Sunday Times today.
What I mean is: Who will be writing The Sunday Column after the NSTP's former group editor-in-chief and current deputy chairman & editorial adviser sang his last song in the weekly column? (Oh dear, Lazarus Rokk, he played your favourite karaoke number Coward of the Country this time!).
Will the next author of the Sunday Column be Hishamuddin Aun, the current GEIC?
By a simple process of elimination, it has to be Hishamuddin.
1/ It can't be Brendan because too much soup will spoil the cook.
2/ Not Zainul because NST's freezer or Siberia still has not taught him what toeing the line means.
3/ Certainly won't be Manja, the BH group editor, because he is a professional, and
4/Not Syed Nadzri because the last time Kalimullah said goodbye, the NST deputy GE took over the column and brought it to life, tackling real issues so effortlessly with his laid-back style, and then his ex-boss came back so soon after the first farewell to take the column away from Syed Nadzri and tried to kill us softly with his songs.
So, bros and siss, it has got to be Hishamuddin.
If so, what an opportunity for Hishamuddin to prove people wrong about his English and ability to deal with issues. Some visitors to this blog have even criticised his Malay!
Personally, I don't give a damn right now. I am just so thankful for a glorious Sunday. After so many Sundays of wet gloom and a sense of doom, we had blue skies and a gorgeous sun the entire day! Made you want to sing.
Nonetheless, thank you Kaliyuga for alerting me to the state of the Last Sunday Column. You are right, though; can't take his words at face value.
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