Life is Like a Roadside Karipap

Life in Malaysia is like a roadside karipap – big and golden on the outside but empty and tasteless in the inside.

Oh how I wish our lives resembled Forrest Gump’s famous box of chocolates – dark, milky, white, semi-sweet, bittersweet, the nutty ones, the fruity ones with raisins, multi-flavoured ones.

Imagine how lively and full of excitement our lives would be then.

Aaahhh…

But no, our life is not a box of chocolates. Our life is beautifully painted on the outside with the colours of a million lies. Developed nation status. Multiracial. United. Living in harmony. Economically stable. An efficient government. Yabada. Yabedi. Yabadu.

The truth is, we struggle to make ends meet. We fix extra locks on our doors because we feel unsafe. We think and rethink before posting a statement on social media, fearing accusations of sedition. We honk and curse at other road users. We carry pepper sprays in our handbags and steel rods in our cars. We no longer have time for friends and neighbours. We work like donkeys. We trust no one.

We live our lives holding grudges, anger, hatred, hurt and frustration. We walk on eggshells most times. We are on our way to becoming a nation in despair.

Anger. Depression. Discouragement. Bitterness.

Road rage. Bullying. Vandalism.

Doesn’t that explain the quality of life we live today?

There is no one we can count on. Not the current lot running our country for they are nothing but a bunch of misfits. Every day they display a growing tsunami of evidence that proves this is so.

So what shall we do with our lives?

Carry on living these meaningless, screwed up bits and pieces we call life?

Wake up. Go to work. Work like a dog. Get caught in traffic. Come home. Eat dinner. Watch TV. Fall asleep.

I don’t know about you but I am getting sick of this. I am sick of our leaders telling me what I can and cannot post on social media. I am sick of having to tighten my belt so some big shot can pay for the debts he incurred. I am sick of seeing my friends and acquaintances arrested, handcuffed and dragged for having the guts to stand up and put up a fight.

What I am most sick of are those people who stifle our livelihoods telling us that they have worked so hard for us and if we are not thankful and do not show gratitude, we can leave the country and fly to the moon.

What kind of sophomoric crudity is this?

The people elected you and you now tell us to leave? How dare you!

Do not underestimate us.

People say: “When God closes the door, He opens the window”. In our case, all doors and windows are tightly locked.

We must break through these barricades all the same and set ourselves free.

Let us not allow others to kill our spirit. It is time to brace ourselves for the unravelling of social order, the disintegration of the tired and misery-racked society we live in.

Even if it is heart breaking and sickens us no end, please hold strong to your hopes and courage. Please do not give in to threats and incitements of violence or racial tension.

Stand tall. Fight their stupidity with your intelligence. Fight their cruelty with your kindness to one another.

It may take a while for us to get things right. And I warn you it may get worse before it gets better. But when it does get better, the positive will utterly eradicate the negative.

I assure you, as empty and tasteless as our karipap is – as long as we do not give up hope, we can always make our lives better.

“Sometimes it falls upon a generation to be great. You can be that generation.”

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