There is only one word that I could use to describe my experience at the mamak during this Olympic season. Beautiful. So many of us gathered in front of the big projector screen. Eyes glued to the screen. Sipping our limau ais. Watching every move. Is it in? Is it out? Are we leading? Are we not? The tension in the air was so palpable that I could almost taste the desperation and thirst for that gold medal. Victory was so close that I could almost hear our national anthem being played in the background. It was such a beautiful sight. Malaysians all over, regardless of our differences, rooting for our national hero, Dato’ Lee Chong Wei.
It is remarkable how one man could bring our nation together. He has accomplished what no politician has ever done. For the very few times in my life, I felt so proud to be a Malaysian. No amount of ‘Negaraku’s during Monday’s school assembly could ever bring me closer to feeling like a proud Malaysian than that brief 74 minutes of Chong Wei’s match. This is what Malaysia is and should be. United.