The language we all speak

I was at this hawker stall the other night, having dinner. The table next to mine was occupied by an Indian couple. After the meal, they called for the bill. "Boss, kira!" The boss happened to be an old Chinese aunty, about 60 years old. She came, gave the table one look,"Elam blas tiga puruh. Ala duit kecik?" The Indian man paid the amount and the couple left.

At times like this, there's a tiny feeling inside that made me felt proud being a Malaysian. Diverse races, diverse cultures, understanding each other through one common language. The old aunty didn't seem to have much education, even though the Indian couple were of a younger generation. Still, they managed to communicate and send their messages accross. It is from living together with each other that we are capable of this. I do take pride in all the various races that Malaysia "housed". You don't get to see Chinese, Malay, Indian, Punjabi playing soccer together on the same field any where else in the world.

It's sad to to see that people these days didn't seem to know how to appreciate the blessings that were bestowed upon us. All the 'fights' against each other. One race trying to out-do the rest. All the gossips. We can achieve so much more if we don't allow ourselves to be blinded by racism. What a waste.