The Bangla Heroes

A few days ago, my sister's car ran out of battery and I was stuck in a heavy rain in front of a Mamak restaurant.

See, I never expected the car to run out of battery; but you know, bad things usually happen when we least expect it. But no, wait, that's not the worst that happened. As usual, because I was in a bloody rush to get cigarettes for my tokba and also because it was pouring outside; I had to like, rush in. Since there were no parking spots available where I wanted it to be, I did the worst thing a person could do in Taipan - I double parked. I blocked another person's car in all selfishness to get my  TOKBA'S CIGARETTES (I am THAT dutiful).

Obviously, I had to do that just when the rain started to hiss and bark and my phone battery was about to go out. I mean, why not right? It wouldn't be exciting then. So next thing I know, I was soaking wet, standing behind my car; while my princess-like sister sat comfortably on the driver seat, waiting for me to push the car for her to maneuver.

What stunned me was, the SADO men who were sitting on the porch of the mamak shop, did not even bat an eyelid when I started pushing the car on my own. They just sat there looking at me getting all soaked up from their front row seats. They did however, offer to call their boys to jump the car's battery from their comfortable seats. At last, the ones who came running to help me was the Bangla mamak shop workers; and they did it with a smile.

The whole point of me writing about this is because I feel it's my obligation to honour my unsung heroes. Every single day, in our daily lives, we Malaysians use the terms 'Indon', 'Bangla' to flout a person. It's a remark with which Malaysians use freely, even on one another. We say we live in harmony and yet we can be so racist toward another human being. Morally, I think our country is now at the lowest point it can be. I know that, and you know that. But, will we ever lower our ego enough to admit that? Food for thought. Good night.