Our late lunch ... the ubiquitous mee goreng mamak and topped with a little bit of kuah rojak mamak.
These are Indian Muslim dishes that one will not find in India. These mamak are so agile and adaptable that they adopt the local food as their own.
To attract Malay and Chinese customers to their shop, they serve their version of the popular Malay and Chinese food and at the same time their Indian food. The same reason one see Tom Yam, simple Malaysian steak and chicken shop, etc served at mamak shop today.
The Jawa in Malaysia have dishes like Mee Bandung, and Mee Jawa but such dishes cannot be found in Bandung or the whole Java island too.
But, does that make them more agile and adaptable? Notice how a Jawa totok (these days only fund in Selangor or among the migrant workers) read the fatihah. Sirotol laji na ngam ngam tak alaihim.....
We are hungry. Since we have plans for dinner at a European mamak restaurant these evening, it is only comfort food for lunch.
European mamak? Yes, the Italian.
It's been a busy Saturday.
Immediately after breakfast of two eggs, a piece of bread and coffee without sugar, had sent the old car for body work and paint job. Now have to drive around in a "hutang" car again.
Then meeting at 10:00 AM. After this, there is another meeting at 3:00 PM. If another meeting scheduled earlier at 11:00 AM was not cancelled, it would have been three in a row on a Saturday when we could be watching a Hindustani movie on TV3 or the TV watching us snooze.
Actually, we got invited for a do at around 4:00 PM. Not sure of going. It will be full of political rally style speeches. Mere hype, no depth and no substance.
If we keep going out of the house or could not find the time to sit at a quiet cafe to write, how to blog more frequently?
But if we do not go out to meet people, how in hell are we gonna catch up with our sources?
There are lots of material compiled and many issues to write but not got around to write. There is a corporate research to be prepared. A presentation to be presented to XXX on YYY.
The newspapers and magazines kept for reference is hip high. If we die today, all these will get thrown out by the Mrs next weekend.
Sometimes we wish we could throw away the stuff the Mrs have been hoarding in the kitchen and occupying the storage space.
But we are as much a hoarder ourself.
The difference is we hoard relevant stuff - books, magazines, old working papers, music records, CD and external drives of MP3, and IT gadgets. Naturally, she will argue it is irrelevant.
So deadlock. We do not throw each others junks.
If both of us retire and decide to spend more time at masjid and surau, then we will come to a peace pact to throw everything and have more space at home.
But where do we plan to retire?
Before we can think of moving, we have not come around to rearrange and reorganise the current home after the small renovation that had long completed. Malu to bring mother home to sleepover.
Hmmm ... why is this mamak shop owner kept sneering at us from the edge of his eyes? We already paid for the food la ...
Aiyeah ... don't tell me he is upset we are using his power plug to use this laptop. Say so if you want us to pay for the wifi used. Typical mamak, pennywise pound foolish.
It reminded us of the same thing told to us by an old acquintance in Hong Kong. No, he is not mamak but a Hindu Indian national.
An eloquent man, very knowledgeable, speaks Russian and several Indian dialect, and always an interesting conversation with him. He was working with BCCI, the once controversial Arab owned but managed by nationals from the Asian sub-continent.
Lost touch, don't know what happen to him and another Indian national friend, Ranjiv that used to stay over with us in KL.
Anyway, the chap revealed to us that the Indian Muslims or Mamak as we call it here control the whole money changer operation in the whole of Asia including Japan (that I saw myself in Tokyo). All of them came from a single village.
They are so calculative and stingy that the local population called them the Muslim Jew.
Hehehe ....
Sorry sir, we are not laughing at you. Just rambling after finishing our Mee Goreng Mamak.
Sorry sir, No sir, OK sir ... we have to go for a meeting.