I must confess at the very outset that I haven’t been an avid reader of Outlook. The most vivid memory of leafing through its pages is when I visit my local GP across the street. In his waiting room among stacks of medical journals and pamphlets, invariably lies the latest issue of Outlook. In the last few years that I’ve visited him, Outlook has been my companion in that waiting room. I recall browsing through it on the aircraft, marvelling at the layout and articles. Politics, art, book reviews and other incisive articles have given me company and imparted knowledge. I remember once clutching on the magazine to survive a mid-air turbulence scare. Yes, we survived. Outlook has been around me, much like a fastidious, intense man at the end of my street who stands with a banner proclaiming a cause. Is he a rabble-rouser or attention seeker? He has been there for 20 years now and I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t looked at him enough, though I know he has a mission and I compliment his resilience. Perhaps his message couldn’t have been more loud and clear.
Arif Zakaria, Theatre artiste and actor
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