Why do I say if fate had been kinder? Kinder because no man would wish to be so reviled by so many in the few years that he has been on this earth as he is now! At least as a Rojak cum Chendol proprietor he would have served as a valuable link in the fast food chain in our country…… somewhere between KFC and Kajang Satay. Just as we would want to make that much anticipated stop on our journey North at Tanjong Malim for the Pau, Kajang for Satay and Muar for that Mee Rebus on our journey South..…we would willingly make a beeline for Pasar Road for Chendol and Rojak at least twice a week for our twice weekly fix of the famous Mahathir’s C&R (Chendol and Rojak).
He would be there in his sarong and T Shirt everyday from 11am to whatever time his Rojak and Chendol would run out (normally around 3p.m.) from Monday to Saturday. On Sunday he would be serving the same beside the Bukit Bintang Plaza – just on the road between the Imbi Plaza and Bukit Bintang shopping center – because the weekend crowd makes it worth him giving up his Sunday of rest. That is Mahathir for you – totally committed to doing his thing.
And knowing Mahathir he would have been able to afford at least a Proton Saga and trips back home to India at least once every two years with his Family. Then he would still have maintained family ties with his ancestors in India and yet be anchored to Malaysia, his preferred country of abode.
This simple but hard working outdoor working life would have ensured that he would still be as healthy as he is now at over 80. No need for all the expensive medications and hormone injections he now has to take to maintain his present health – nor that royal sport of horse riding that does his constitution so much good – as he so like to claim.
Our country would not have all our massive billions of ringgits failed projects and debts, UMNO would not have money politics and our people would be living in harmony and goodwill. And more important for everyone in Malaysia …we would all think very charitably of Mahathir as that Mamak who sells Chendol and Rojak down at Pasar Road….assisted very ably by his children Mirzan and Mukhriz – who are each driving a Tiara and both suitable attired in a sarong and T shirt ala Mahathir. Ahhh these are the stuff that dreams are made off for me….we can all dream can’t we?