Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Young Malay Executives
Nothing makes me prouder than to see the young Malay executives in their flashy, luxury cars( Merc. BMW or Lexis) or heavy 4-stroke machines that passed you by at 160-80 kph, usually on the left side of your car. These are the financial and maybe political leaders of tomorrow though some are already in the corridor of power. In the office their suits are impeccable and on the heavy machines their boots and leather jackets proclaim their superior socio-economic status.
As an old pensioner. I seldom had an opportunity anymore to talk to them. What with my old and baggy clothes, probably walking about in slippers. I can only watch and admire them from afar. If I approach them and ask how they feel to be a successful young Malay executive, they'd probably think I am a looney. Only if a TV camera focusses on them with a sweetie pie holding a microphone seeking an interview, would they probably respond. Sometimes I see them stopping somewhere in a group for a smoke or having coffee at a classy bistro.
The other day I was filling up my tank at a gas station, stopping behind a glittering Mercedes S320. The tall. handsome, young man in black pants, shiny black shoes and dark wind-breaker type jacket, was gracefully pulling out the pump nozzle to fill up the luxurious car. His movement was almost poetic, very much in taste with the fabulous car he was pampering, pride and dignity showing on his face. I said to myself. " Aaah another successful, young executive, the pride of the nation, using an S320 Merc at a young age of maybe the late twenties or early thirties." I felt ashamed stopping behind him in my old jalopy, very mindful of my anachronistic existence in a brave, prosperous and wealthy new world, where the young are masters of their own destiny.
A beautiful young lady, dressed to kill as they say. passed by to get back to her MyV parked near the air pressure gauge. The young executive corked up his head to gaze at the stunningly beautiful dame, as i too feasted my eyes on her. The young executive was holding himself up in a full manly pose with a glint in his eyes, clearly to attract the dame's attention. But she wasn't responding. Here was a drama that i loved and I watched intently to see what the young executive would do next to make the dame look at him - the prosperous, young executive.
When the beauteous young lady dallied somewhat at the door of her car, slowly opening it and striking a pose that I was sure was meant for the young executive to savour, my heart fluttered with anxiety. Would the young executive drop all discretions and approach the lady, Had he the gut to do so? I would if I were him, for the lady was clearly game. The young executive was clearly mesmerized by her beauty, standing agape with the gas pump nozzle in his hand.
At that moment the back door of the Merc opened up and a short, well-rounded but well-dressed, balding gentleman, emerged from the back seat of the car. The darkened window pane and his lack of height made me fail to notice him. He stood at his full height, barely higher than the car. clearly making a show to the lady as to who was the boss. He was half eyeing the lady himself.
The young man quickly pulled the gas-pump nozzle out from the car, replaced it on the hook, closed the car's gas-tank cover, jumped into the driver's seat and gunned the engine. He waited for the boss to come into the car and after the door closed, slowly drove the car away.
I was grinning like a cheshire cat. My handsome. prosperous, young Malay executive, turned out to be just a chauffer aka a driver. His poise and flourish totally deceived me. Without the boss at the back of the car, I had no doubt that the young beautiful dame would have also been deceived. Only then did I remember that the real handsome, young and prosperous executives certainly did not act like a proud bourgeoisie, I did see a few walking around in T-shirt, fades jeans and slippers.
Yea....I'm proud of you guys!!!