Tuesday, September 20, 2011

There Is Something About Curry




Unique Malaysia is a country inhibited comfortably by people of different races, religions and cultures. Today, this progressive land which is peaceful (most times) has been viewed by some foreigners as a ‘goldmine’ as they make efforts to migrate and work in this country. Most of the foreigners are from Malaysia’s neighbouring countries such as Thailand, Myanmar, Philippines and others. However, there are also other foreigners coming as far as from Central America trying to make a living here.

Malaysia is moving forward in terms of its economic stability. This scenario is similar to the “melting pot phenomena” that can be found in first world countries such as the United Kingdom and the United States of America.

Growing up in Penang, Malaysia with my group of multiracial friends has paved the way for me to be exposed to various types of culture, beliefs and even gastronomical treasures. Being born Malay-Persian has never been a setback for me to appreciate the lovely tastes and smells of Indian cuisine (besides Malay and Chinese cuisine). Why not?! After all they are “oh-so-yummy!”

Proudly I confess here that I do consume Indian cuisine on a regular basis. I believe this rings true for most Malaysians as Indian food can be found easily in most parts of the country.

Malaysian history books narrate to us about the origins of most of the ethnic Indians living in Malaysia today. They are mostly the descendants of South Indian immigrants to Malaya (the former name of Malaysia). During the British’s occupation in Malaya, theses Indian immigrants had sailed from their homeland, India completing their quest for seeking greener pastures in this new found land. They had come to work in the estates and formed a growing Indian community in Malaya. After Malaya gained its independence from the British, this community stayed behind and started calling Malaya their home. Due to such an interesting history, it is correct to state that most of the Malaysian Indian cuisine today is similar to its South Indian roots.

The plus point for me about consuming Indian food is the ability to use my bare hands (most of the times) to dissect my meal. I do not have to worry about strict dinning etiquettes which include handling eating utensils in an orderly fashion. Of course before I use my bare hands I would ensure that both hands have been thoroughly cleaned with soap. When eating with my hand, only the five right fingers are allowed to touch the food. This is because the left hand is forbidden to do so as it is deemed to serve a different function/used for a “less noble” cause (ha ha!).

The immeasurable pleasures of enjoying the simplicities in life can definitely be translated in enjoying a piping hot banana leaf rice meal smothered with kari banjir (a large amount of curry poured onto rice/bread/etc). This meal is made up of freshly cooked plain rice served on a banana leaf accompanied by other condiments such as an assortment of vegetables, meat or fish, papadom (Indian crackers... my all-time favourite) and loads and loads of delicious curries. You will be spoiled for choice as there are many different types of curries to choose from. There is chicken curry, fish curry, mutton curry, beef curry (For non-Hindu’s only/ available at Mamak restaurants only) and even squid curry. My personal favourites are fish and chicken curry.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Miss Liberty










“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send theses, the homeless, tempest-tost to me”.
(Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus”, 1883)


Standing on a pedestal (literally!) in the Upper New York Bay on Liberty Island, the Statue of Liberty (America’s icon of freedom) never fails to give hope and put a smile on the faces of her visitors. At least, this rings true for me. Her neighbouring island, Ellis Island (situated to her south) which is a great island is immersed with many inspiring stories from centuries ago. This island has witnessed the arrival of foreigners/refugees flocking their homelands to seek greener pastures in this new land that promises freedom and opportunities. Unfortunately, despite being aware of how much I needed to visit this historical island while I lived in New York, I never set foot there somehow. I regret this even until today. Oh well, maybe this is one of the many reasons for me to revisit America.



It was a ‘crime’ to have had visited the statue during winter. I knew that shops and tourists spots were usually closed earlier compared to summertime. The obvious truth is because during wintertime, the weather can get extremely cold especially during evenings when Mr. Sunshine decides to retire early. The overwhelming cold temperature makes most of the things you touch (turn into… not gold because dream on, you are not King Midas!) gets frostbitten! Once in a while a blizzard takes place and most of the main roads and highways are blanketed with snow which disrupts the flow of traffic. It was simply pure bad judgment on my part.



Beggars cannot be choosers! Indeed this was a hard lesson I had to learn. Truth is, subconsciously I really did not want to visit Miss Liberty during summertime. Why? Because I was fully aware of the mayhem that takes place there every summer without fail (peak foreign tourists’ season). Tourists from all quarters of the globe happily gallivant this historical site. They throng to meet the much talked about dame with their very own eyes. I am a hundred and ten percent sure that this is one of the items on their to-do-list when visiting New York City. I selfishly did not want to have ended up in extreme long queues and waste hours after hours waiting for a ferry to transport us to those legendary islands. I should have instead planned my trip meticulously.



I should have come out with a smarter plan. I should have visited Ellis Island prior to my visit to Liberty Island. If that was the case, who knows maybe I would have been successful in killing two birds with one stone. I should have been aware that the entrance to Ellis Island closes earlier than Liberty Island’s. What a moron I was! I had put all my guidebooks and maps to great waste.



Reminiscing the sweeter moments of my trip to Liberty Island, I recall the first time my eyes were glued to the beautiful green statue of a woman. The woman wore a coveted crown on her head, bared a torch on her right hand, her left hand held a tabula ansata (a tablet evoking the law inscribing the date of the American Declaration of Independence, 4th of July 1776) and a broken chain lied at her feet. I clearly remember the soft winter breeze caressing my face when my eyes first met hers. Everything seemed magical and surreal in that frozen moment. My heart melted. My oh my! Miss Liberty’s charms stole my heart away.