Ahmad and Ah Boy would be standing face to face, about 2 feet apart. No one moved. Ahmad was waiting for Ah Boy to make the first move and vice versa. The crowd, which of course would include me, would wait and wait. When are you two brave guys gonna go at each other la dey…I want to go home and have my lunch la.
Unsuspecting tourists in Malaysia these past few weeks should not be blamed if they thought that Malaysians are culturally predisposed to the act of stomping on flags, pictures, dolls and the likes as a general display or demonstration of displeasure, hatred, objection or anything hateful against the person(s) who are represented by the object(s) being stomped on.
This, of course, is in addition to the acts of severing the head of a certain animal and carrying the same after Friday prayer on a public road while screaming some mantra of sorts.
When I read about the burning of Lim Guan Eng’s posters – and the subsequent obligatory stomping on the same – by some neo-extreme-right-wingers-BTN Nazis, I initially thought that it was some kind of a street performance by the Actor’s Studio of their new play, “The Nasi Beratur Blues”. But I realised I was wrong when I did not see Jit Murad, Joe Kukathas or Patrick Teoh in the pictures.
Then the same act was repeated in Perak. Some neo-extreme-left-wingers-BTN haters started stomping on the pictures of the now famous “frogs”, whose act of jumping from one pond to another, is now the stuffs of legend. And I thought, wow, it is contagious, this stomping business.
Richard Branson, who had recently unveiled the world’s first commercial passenger space shuttle, might just soon unveil the world’s first specialty shoes or boots with the tag line, “these boots are made for stomping”.
Just as I was busy preparing my short speech to whack the Chief Justice and his Usain Bolt-inspired-but-half-baked potato of a plan to dispose of as many cases as possible in the shortest time possible during the Bar EGM this weekend, I was struck by yet another stomping orgy.
This time it was nearer to Kuala Lumpur. And it was such a flawless act of bigotry worthy of some kind of a national award, like the now famous (infamous?) “Penyapu Award”, invented and refined to perfection by the neo-Bali/Javanese-tempe-eating-mansionist. And so, it was the picture of some DAP fellows which were stomped on. The event was further enhanced by the shouts of “non-Malays are second class citizens.”
And as if to lend some kind of a contemporary-ness to their act, they proclaimed that they accept the concept of 1Malaysia. Well, I drowned in the loco-ness of it all, I must confess.
Over the night I was thinking whether Malaysians have watched too much news. I mean those news showing various demonstrations of hatred, displeasure and what ever by the acts of burning an object and/or stomping on an object as popularised by the Pakistanis, Indonesians, Indians, Shiites, Palestinians, heck, the damn whole world, really.
If so, then I must say I am beginning to warm up to the theory which postulates that we are, not only what we eat but also what we watch. I mean just look at all of us nowadays. The clothes, shoes, hair cuts, cars, iPhone, iPod, Blackberry right down to the wife and girl friends (and husband and boy friends too, I must hasten to add, lest I would be accused of being a chauvinistic pig). The power of visual projection. Oh wow…
Then I thought, woohoo, hold on a minute. This act of stomping on objects representing something which, or someone whom, we dislike is nothing new to our culture.
When I was in primary school those days – and I really mean THOSE days – I had witnessed many duels between two kids. The reason for such duels ranged from Ahmad calling Ah Boy “you are a fat pig” to Ah Boy loosening the cover of the botol kicap before Ahmad used the same at the canteen. Any of those “rascalities” would constitute enough reason for the aggrieved party to challenge the perpetrator of the injustice to a duel, OK Coral style, after school.
At the appointed time after school, the two protagonists would be waiting for each other at the appointed place, accompanied by the normal hanger-ons, which almost invariably, would include yours truly.
Ahmad and Ah Boy would be standing face to face, about 2 feet apart. No one moved. Ahmad was waiting for Ah Boy to make the first move and vice-versa. The crowd, which of course would include me, would wait and wait. When are you two brave guys gonna go at each other la dey… I want to go home and have my lunch la, I would say to myself.
But hell, no one moved. Shit!
And so, finally, some smart spark would take two small stones. One would be placed at Ah Boy’s feet and one at Ahmad’s feet. The smart spark would then say, “Ah Boy, this is Ahmad’s father”, while pointing to the stone at his feet. Then he would say to Ahmad, “Mat, this is Ah Boy’s father,” while pointing to the stone at Ahmad’s feet.
“Now, if you dare, step on it…….”
Soon one of them would. And the duel began. Until Cikgu Kassim passed by and hauled everyone to the head master’s room for a nice whacking.
It is in our culture, folks. This stomping act.
Imagine how fast and swift justice could be dispensed if we all follow our culture. I am now imagining Minister Nazri squaring it of with Dr. Mahathir over the BTN issue at Dataran Merdeka. “Step la, step la, kalau berani…,” Minister Nazri would say.
Then Ong Tee Kiat would do the same with Chua Soi Lek. Or Murugaiah against Kayveas. Anwar Ibrahim against Saiful. PI Bala against Datuk Nazim. Zul Noordin against Sivarasa (apparently their hugging each other was not real, as there was no tongue, as pointed out by a dear friend of mine). Karpal Singh against, erm… everybody.
We could even spice things up by innovating a bit. Like bringing the picture of the missus. “Ha…if you dare, point your dick at her picture… point la… point la… kalau berani…”
I tell you, the Chief Justice would not have to worry about disposing cases anymore.