I am a patriot. I am not ashamed to admit that. Give me any topic with regards to the current national issues and I will have something to add on to a politician’s rant. Does that make me a politician? No, I’d rather live a happier life knowing and understanding our national issues without being forced to choose a faction to side.
I studied in a boarding school dominated by Malays. That did not make me to shy away from or mixing with the other races. I believed in the concept that for as long as you’re born in this land of opportunities and mercy, you are a Malaysian. While your background stories may tickle my thoughts, or the way you speak may compel me to correct your dialect, I don’t judge you for any of that. I love your uniqueness.
Uniqueness is what makes our nation Malaysia. I tend to explore and embrace differences as a societal norm than trying to remain close to my roots. I am also not afraid to say that being an Indian, I have more friends from other races than my own. My best friend is a Malay. He was shocked listening to my good grasp conversing in Bahasa Melayu. When we got a lot closer, he gathered the courage to ask this Indian boy, “Weh kau macam mana boleh cakap Bahasa Melayu macam orang Melayu ni?” I smiled and responded back in a very fake cool manner, “Biasa je Naim.” We then became roommates for the rest of our course duration.
"Kita kan orang malaysia"
That is the beauty of Malaysia. The land of uniqueness. That is the Malaysia that I know, and that is the Malaysia that I will protect from the bigots on their golden chairs serving their demeaning propagandas.