MalaySIA ISA democratic country...So?

So it means that the power is in the people's hands. Of course, this is what we all know about the system. It also means that the bigger group has the bigger say in the Parliament. Now, this group happens to be the Malays. Once again, every time I hear something about any other race "controlling" the country, I simply sigh. There is no hope for the DAP to lead the country, just as the chances for a Chinese Prime Minister in Malaysia is slim. The Chinese is not the major ethic group, the Malays are. Also, the talk about us being Malaysians, not Malays, Chinese, Indian, or any other race obviously shows that the particular person is NOT Malaysian at all, or even have even lived in Malaysia. How so, you ask? The answer is simple: Malaysia's culture is founded on the integration and mixture of all the other subcultures among all the races and religions. To do away with race means our assimilation into another's culture, like how Singapore developed a much western-aligned culture after doing away with the racial sentiments. We are Malaysians-lah. Where else do you see green "angpows" on Hari Raya in the region? There's Singapore.
Democracy means power in people's hands. But the people have another thing in mind: giving that power to someone who could act as their nanny and make sure their needs are covered, yada yada yada--the government. Strange as it seems, we like to see the road in front of us, and not the horizon beyond. Subsidies are here to STAY, say the "rakyat" with their stomachs in mind, while economists scratch their head over the reason this country's economy haven't failed yet. Amazing country we live in,eh?

The postman

Today, I just came back from an errand with my mother. As always, I trudged along the porch after reaching home to close the gate. However, my hands barely touched it when I heard the familiar 'put-put-put' of the postman's motorcycle coming down from the road. I hurriedly swung one side of the gate.

The postman was a Malay man, probably his thirties. There were bags and bundles, big and small, blue and black, all bearing the insignia of 'Pos Malaysia', fastened securely onto the motorcycle. In the gloved hands of the postman was a letter.

'Put-put-put'. The motorcycle stopped in front of the house. The postman held out the letter to me. I smiled shyly as I stretched out my right hand to take it. (My father has always told me that Malays, along with Indians, prefer you receive with your right hand)

The postman smiled back. He said a near-inaudible 'thank you', with his mouth forming a perfect circle and the rode off to deliver another letter.

It was then I discovered I was probably the first person he ever delivered a letter face-to-face with. Alas, I even thought that he was a bogus postman and wanted to close the gate on him! Insecurity, coupled with fear have made this society as cold as ice.