Ah Beng
An ordinary lad who hails from the bustling city of KL scurrying around the canyon of the skyscrapers under the scorching afternoon sun. Knowing his directions well, he went about landmarks in the metropolis with the entire itinerary of the day stapled in his brain.
He went to the local airline office in a central district and purchased an air ticket. An open ticket with the price slashed half. Having paid for the ticket, he scampered to the next location to settle his insurance premium.
Due to the fact that the distance between the local airline office and the insurance building are pretty far apart, he has to walk quite a distance. Driving is out of the equation as he doesn't want to have pay for parking fares twice.
Wanted to shorten this rather warm stroll by taking quicker paths - the alleys, he saw the ugly side of this metropolis. Drug addicts were seen having their daily jabs and with that post-ejaculation facial remark. Not forgetting the prostitute-looking yet over-matured ladies that could even be his great grandmother were seen in scanty clothes puffing off cigarettes over their puffy red lips. The best tip, a warm smile from a mouth with so many cavities that he could barely see her teeth.
Adrenaline sets in. He felt uneasy and panicked. Not wanting to raise an alarm among other bohemians, he controlled his heavy breath and increase his walking frequency with his fist clenched. He felt disgusted with these ppl. No jobs - legal jobs, no family, no money, no dignity...Ah Beng despised them. This is not what I am, he told himself.
Within minutes, he came out of Hades. Back into the light. Sleek stylish cars zoomed past him again, phew, back to life, he thought. With about a mile more of walking, his mind couldn't help but rewinded back to the alley scene. Shouldn't he be more sympathetic towards these ppl? But they are trash of the society. They deserve this the moment they choose this path. Every step he took only made him felt more remorseful for overlooking the plight of these ppl. These ppl did not choose to live such lives. They might have made their first step a mistake, but no one cared to offer help and a 2nd chance for a 2nd life.
He reached his final destination, Menara $$$$$. It was majestic, elegant and yes, very expensive. Soon after he settled his insurance, he knew he has to take the same path back to where he started from, unless he is giving his car to charity. Shit...have to take the same path back, he thought.
His final decision - took the long way, under the light. No more Hades. Reached his car, digged for keys, paid for fares and off he went home carrying the greatest regret that after all contemplation, his biased impression towards this segment of the society prevailed after all.
I must learn to accept them. After all, education remains the greatest agent to dissolve this barrier. Or else, these ppl will only be marginalised even greater by a society that promotes self-sufficiency, ignorance and apathy.
He went to the local airline office in a central district and purchased an air ticket. An open ticket with the price slashed half. Having paid for the ticket, he scampered to the next location to settle his insurance premium.
Due to the fact that the distance between the local airline office and the insurance building are pretty far apart, he has to walk quite a distance. Driving is out of the equation as he doesn't want to have pay for parking fares twice.
Wanted to shorten this rather warm stroll by taking quicker paths - the alleys, he saw the ugly side of this metropolis. Drug addicts were seen having their daily jabs and with that post-ejaculation facial remark. Not forgetting the prostitute-looking yet over-matured ladies that could even be his great grandmother were seen in scanty clothes puffing off cigarettes over their puffy red lips. The best tip, a warm smile from a mouth with so many cavities that he could barely see her teeth.
Adrenaline sets in. He felt uneasy and panicked. Not wanting to raise an alarm among other bohemians, he controlled his heavy breath and increase his walking frequency with his fist clenched. He felt disgusted with these ppl. No jobs - legal jobs, no family, no money, no dignity...Ah Beng despised them. This is not what I am, he told himself.
Within minutes, he came out of Hades. Back into the light. Sleek stylish cars zoomed past him again, phew, back to life, he thought. With about a mile more of walking, his mind couldn't help but rewinded back to the alley scene. Shouldn't he be more sympathetic towards these ppl? But they are trash of the society. They deserve this the moment they choose this path. Every step he took only made him felt more remorseful for overlooking the plight of these ppl. These ppl did not choose to live such lives. They might have made their first step a mistake, but no one cared to offer help and a 2nd chance for a 2nd life.
He reached his final destination, Menara $$$$$. It was majestic, elegant and yes, very expensive. Soon after he settled his insurance, he knew he has to take the same path back to where he started from, unless he is giving his car to charity. Shit...have to take the same path back, he thought.
His final decision - took the long way, under the light. No more Hades. Reached his car, digged for keys, paid for fares and off he went home carrying the greatest regret that after all contemplation, his biased impression towards this segment of the society prevailed after all.
I must learn to accept them. After all, education remains the greatest agent to dissolve this barrier. Or else, these ppl will only be marginalised even greater by a society that promotes self-sufficiency, ignorance and apathy.
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