Now Malaysian government is promoting unity among its people. Finally, they are thinking of dropping the ‘race’ column in forms that we always fill. For those who don’t know, Malaysia is a very diversify country. We have three main races, mainly the Malays, Chinese and Indians. However, we do have other races too, too many to list.
As a 80’s child, I grew up in various surrounding. Common to many during that time, I have friends from all races. However, I don’t see colour in them until I went to school and we have different classes to attend.
Growing up with my grandparents in the village up north in Kedah, you can say that most of my friends at that time are Malays. I learn how to speak Malay at a very young age and I am very proud of that until I went to school in Penang. You see, I learn the Kedahan Malay language and speaks in their slang. I thought I am good but then, when I went to school, my Malay friends in Penang don’t understand much what was I saying to them. I told them bendang (paddy field) but they called it sawah. I try to explain that during rainy season, some places in the village will be bah (flood). But no, they called it banjir. I tried to explain that is because the parit (drain) is full and the water can flow smoothly. As usual, they laughed at me and said longkang-lah.
Well, all of us laugh together. I don’t see that they means any harm or trying to laugh at me but we are just having a good time or learning together. With my Malay friends in school, I learn the synonyms of words.
Apart from that, we plays games together too. From the Malay, I learned about gasing (spinning tops). We will always play together during the recess time although my tops will always spin upside down. Well, they always laugh at my uniqueness of the tops spinning. Until now, I never get it right. After school, we will again gather to play. This time, kandi. It’s and Indian games. Well, we play other usual games too like marbles and police & thief.
I have never seen colours in our friendship. Never were it brown, yellow or black. I just see them plainly, as friends.
I particularly love it as during festivals, we will visit each others and have funs in additional of red packets, green packets or even purples! We will play fire crackers and also fire works! Oh, food…all the glorious food that my mother friends cooked! How can I missed Ahmad’s mother chicken curry or Shogi’s mum muruku. I simply love their food and we always have second helping, then third and fourth…blurppps! (Now I know when I starts to have all the built up of ‘middle kingdom’)
One particular celebration I remembered very well. It was Chinese New Year and we visited some friends in Kampung Baru in Penang. We love playing fire crackers together and I have brought some. However, there is a twist behind it. This time, we have to test our courage and see who can ran the fastest. All of us planted a red fire cracker in a cow dung. We will lighted it up and then ran as fast and as far away as we can. When it blows, we will then stopped and turned around to see if any of us has been ‘hit’. By what? By the dungs, of course!
I grew up loving to play sports especially running. I know my running skills was develop when running against my Indian friends. They were very fast runners. I love to compete against them but they were always sharing tips too. They will always tell me that I must have a longer stride if I want to run faster. So, I eat more hoping that I will grow taller. Some told me that I have to talk like them, faster so that I can run faster. So, I learned talking faster and also shaking my head. Then, my mother’s friend start to call me the Chinese thamby!
All this while, I never learn how to see my friends as Indian, Malay or Chinese. I learned that they are my friends who we grow up together and helping each other. Do we fight? Yes we do.But that strengthen our friendship when we learn of each other differences. We learn how to respect them. We learn not to eat in front of the Malays when they are fasting. We learn that not to eat beef when the Indians are around. I will always try to prepare halal food for my muslim friends when they visit me.
Nevertheless, as I grow, I learned that politicians says the dumbest words. They didn’t learn how to play spinning tops, kandi, marbles or even police & thief. I started to see that we are different in diversity. They teaches us how to see the different and then flare up the racial tension!
I do support the government move to remove the ‘race’ column from the forms. However, I belief that is just only the first step of many to take. It’s deeper than filling up forms. It’s about respects and trusts we have from our friends of various religious background. It’s about laughing and crying together when we have our ups and downs! It’s about acknowledging that we have our different heritage but a common nationality and motherland. It’s about finding the common ground and called MALAYSIAN. It’s unity in diversity!