Cina cakap Melayu: A love story for Chap Goh Meh

Cina cakap Melayu: A love story for Chap Goh Meh

For a moment I thought I was in Jakarta and not KL. Over there you hardly hear people talking in English or Chinese.

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By Saleh Mohammed

My own family reunion dinner happened on the fourth day of Chinese New Year. It was a happy reunion with my daughter who just celebrated her first wedding anniversary, together with my other family members.

What I am about to relate is of how happy I was that evening, not only about the dinner but what I encountered during the course of the evening.

Actually, the day had started not so well for me. You know, one of those days. Maybe, for the superstitious, it was because of the number four. As a Muslim I am not one of them but I have to put a caveat here.

Islam as a religion has an affinity for numbers. Muslims of the classical period spent a great deal of time playing and thinking with numbers, measuring and calibrating things, and classifying and organising lists of branches of knowledge. That was how Muhammad ibn Mūsā al-Khwārizmī (c 780–850 AD), the ninth-century Persian astronomer and mathematician, invented Algebra ( الجبر (al-jabr) ‘restoration’), a mathematical discipline that is independent of geometry and arithmetic.

The reunion dinner was in a restaurant in KL and my family ordered Hokkien mee, mee Singapore and claypot mee. A Malay family ordering all food Chinese-style. (The restaurant is halal-certified.)

A couple of tables away were seated two Chinese couples. For them it was… food Malay-style. What a contrast.

That is not my point. The point is their conversation was in perfect Bahasa Melayu (sorry… we must not term it as Bahasa Malaysia). A rare occurence in today’s environment. You could say I was eavesdropping.

It is not uncommon today for families to be conversing mainly in English or at least for a good part of the conversation. It seems we are shy to use Bahasa Melayu because of the perception that it is not equivalent to the position of English or even French. Fact is, the Malay language used to be the main language, the language of trade exchange and lingua franca in the Malay Archipelago.

For a moment I thought I was in Jakarta and not KL. Over there you hardly hear people talking in English or Chinese. It is all Bahasa Indonesia, be it at shopping malls, in public transport and also at airports.

These two Chinese couples were happily engaged in discussion about their daily life experiences and all on a positive note. I must admit my whole family was eavesdropping because we have never encountered this sort of experience.

Thoughts were playing in my mind about the day, if ever, when all Malaysians and now including Bangladeshis, Nepalese, Pakistanis and others, all converse in Bahasa Melayu. Will that happen in our lifetime?

Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa (Language is the Soul of a Nation). Language reflects the culture and identity of a race and community.

The person I was talking about is Mr Jeffrey Gui. I had the chance to have a brief conversation with him after dinner. He is the owner of Polar Premium Gift at Taman Putra, Ampang. The other couple were his in-laws. The other thing playing in my mind was a what a good son-in-law he is.

The only other person I know of who did not speak Mandarin was the late Tun Tan Siew Sin, only son of Malaysian statesman and MCA founder Tun Tan Cheng Lock.

At the other end of the restaurant was a middle-aged Malay man with his Chinese wife and her family members numbering about sixteen (young and old), recounting the happy moments they had a few days earlier.

Talking about souls, I do believe Malaysia has got many souls with deep moral and emotional attributes that can make our country reach greater heights socially, economically and politically. And of course, through the use of Bahasa Melayu.

So, Mr Jeffrey Gui, you made my day when it started not so well.

Now that I feel good, the monkey in me is thinking of going to a river in Penang or any river to pick up some mandarin oranges with names and telephone numbers inscribed on it… but ohhh… I already have an ‘Amoi’ (my wife’s pet name) at home.

A Happy Chap Goh Meh to all.

Saleh Mohammed is an FMT reader.

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