December 1998, in a Starbucks somewhere in Mercer Island, Seattle.
A Malaysian is interviewing a local white American for a position in his company, a leading company in it’s field in the state of Washington.
And I was there to witness it. And my parents too witnessed the same person interviewing some white Americans a couple of years before. My mum remembered it too well as she reminded me recently. The one thing that struck my mind is when she mentioned, her father, my grandfather was chased by the Dutch all the way to Johor from his village, Silungkang, in West Sumatra. Who would have thought, his descendant, will decide the future of some whites in America?
How different it was for my brother, and of course myself. My brother, despite his brilliance, got through university on my dad’s expenses. My dad has always believed in education, and rather pay for the education expenses. Unfortunately, when my turn came, he was broke, so I had to compete with other people for a place in university, and of course, scholarship. And I thought I deservingly got the scholarship, although, was rather surprised that I could not get the subject I wanted when others who did not do as well can get the subject that I wanted. But hey, it is Malaysia. Got to live with it…
At least my brother had the choice to do what he wants to do. As for me, being bonded means, I have to come back and serve the nation. Things look different for me and my brother. But recent events, will help me to be on the right track. It’s not being as, or more successful than my brother. But, by being in the right track of what we should be, successful Malaysians in the global world. I was trapped in this mentality of to serve the nation and then leave, not willing to pay back the money spent on me. But, it is a very detrimental attitude that I have, or rather had. What’s a small sacrifice in losing some money compared to learning to be a better person?
Survival of the fittest. Darwin is spot on. And to think, almost every day for 3 years, I walked down Gower Street, where he used to live, and where a building was named after him. And I never appreciate and learn what he is trying to say in his theory. Stuck in the mindset that I should always help others. But I forgotten the bit where I should help myself first, then I can better help others. Thank you Nazrin. You did enlighten me with the book “Revolusi Mental”, a book banned by that Old Man. I have yet to read it, but I’ve captured the jest of it. You have always guided me from our days in London. That’s what you do best.
The past few weeks, I had interesting lunches, dinners, coffees, and ice creams with both old and new friends. These people has helped me to see my vision clearer. And the Ah-has I get..
1. A little sacrifice does not mean I lose something, but I can also gain from it
2. Excuses is just another word for failure
3. Getting out of my comfort zone will put me in the deepest ocean. Even if I don’t survive, at least I learn a thing or two…
4. Only I can and should control my destiny
5. I can’t fail if I seek knowledge…..
Yes, I will be a succesful Malaysian…..(and yes, I do mean Malaysian!)