Ali, Ah Chong Dan Muthusamy 2.0
Oh Malaysiaku.
Our blessed land consists of 33.2 Million population.
( not to forget the undocumented immigrant population )
Our favorite unanswered question is “what’s for lunch?”
From Yong Tau Foo to Nasi Campur to Ais Batu Kacang to Sushi and endless offering yet we struggling to find the right meal to fill in our stomachs. Options are so far and wide. From banana leave rice to chicken rice, our food vocabulary consists is so colorful than any Shield Weatherbond color template.
As recycled old politicians trying to make the racial divisions wider, arguments and triggered with Bak Kut Teh, we the rakyat honestly and seriously can’t be bothered with this.
Mind you - we turned nationalistic, stand united to ensure to defend our tasty meal when any “First World” Singaporeans claiming their Chicken Rice are better than us, in a badminton or in a football game.
Gan’s latest adventure will bring you straight to home, transform you immediately into a Malaysian immediately where food is our glorious unity factor.
A panoramic dynamic feast.
As my eyes wandered to layers of myriad of characteristic, realistic, breathing characters here. The Chinese ladyboss counting orders, Chinese uncles greeting one another happily, we have Indian and Malay family sitting comfortably waiting for their orders.
The kopitiam filled with major races ( the Malay, Chinese and Indians ) of West Malaysia....
we havent touch the East Malaysia yet.
Framing the slow annoying humidity and chattering noises as the ceiling fan is not doing their work, all of them minding with their own business - there are
no arguments of what is halal and what is not. We sit down happily, catching up
with friends, even sharing the table with a lone stranger to fix our desire conjured by our stomach.
Food able to do what politicians can’t do which is - to unite us.
This is the sublime beauty of Malaysia.
Every ruling government doesn’t understand this immaterial concept and yet at the same time busy asking tourists to come here.
With our brilliant MYR performance, forget about Japan or typhoon hit Hawaii, we no longer need to travel anymore to visit and experience Bangladesh, Pakistan, Indonesia or to Acheh and Myanmar hospitality.
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| Myanmar in Sentul |
Take a look at Jonker Walk, Melaka, we are served with a long line of stalls filled with generic cheap items made from China, we can see Chinese tourists (who flew thousands of kilometers from their home) happily buying them.
Pink, black, white, rainbow
tourists filled in, joyfully snapped photos with glorious statements left
conveniently by the colonials powers in the form of old buildings. We took “pride“ and conveniently forgot the Dutch, Portuguese, British and the
Japanese once came in - plundering our rich materials, talents and resources to fill in the desire for domination.
Fast forward to the 21st century, Malaysia again filled up with foreign powers in the form of hardworking Bangladeshis and Indonesians. In between, the Pakistans with their carpets, with the Arabs and the Middle East population inching in with their tasty kebabs.
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| statistics of immigrants in 2020 |
Not to forget we have Myanmar’s now from running from their JUNTA armies now turned to serve us delicious chicken rice and Yong Tau Foo's. On the extreme left, the Rohingya’s filling up every space in Selayang.
https://theobservatoryanderson78.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-alien-immigrant.html
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| after Theodore Gericault's Raft of Medusa, 2023 |
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| The Raft of the Medusa 1818–19 |
We rely on those Nepali guardsman while sleep soundly at night.
Like it or not.....this is Malaysia now.
Not this.........
The concept of ketuanan simply is a rhetoric, repeated yearly or occasionally, bear in mind we share space with multiple ones ( including the various hantu's such as the pontianak, the polong, the toyol, insects and tress ) who call this land......home.
https://theobservatoryanderson78.blogspot.com/2024/03/ethnics-bersekutu-bertambah-mutu.html
Gan immortalized layers of people who grace our land here, best of all - he goes to the ground to have conversation with, ranging from an ordinary pakcik, hardworking Nepali guard, an Arab who sells perfume in Bukit Bintang right to a Kelantan Siam makcik - in which all of them within layers of reason and destiny, tuck comfortably, cari makan, other justifiable reasons happen to be in our blessed welcoming and land filled with limitless tolerance called…….Malaysia.
https://theobservatoryanderson78.blogspot.com/2016/11/beyond-race-and-religion.html
Im very surprised that till today i met Malaysians who cant speak a word of Bahasa. By all means, go out from your comfort zone, you will see how rich our country is. A Malay breakfast, Chinese for lunch and Indonesian meal for dinner and Mamak for your supper.
Glorious.
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| Tom is an Orang Asal, a Temuan ethnic, who helps me to build a house for his parents. Every Sunday, their church have gospels in Bahasa Malaysia. Cool giler wei!!!! |
May 2024
related writings
https://theobservatoryanderson78.blogspot.com/2020/12/a-place-called-home-melting-pot.html
https://theobservatoryanderson78.blogspot.com/2020/12/a-place-called-home-abc.html
https://theobservatoryanderson78.blogspot.com/2020/12/a-place-called-home-from-oral-to.html
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