Pow Wow

Met a guy the other day. We first met when the Residents Reps of the area were trying to get acquainted with the various RAs, in an effort to make a better place for everyone. So far things are going good and meeting him again by chance the other day, helped give a better perspective of things.  And as usual these days, the main topic would revolve around politics. As usual too as many would with new acquaintances, I'd rather do the listening and was glad I did. 

Apparently, this guy, Nick, as we will call him, is or was from the other camp but he and his peopleare ready to change allegiance to another. He was speaking rather fast and in a mamak shop where all sort of noises can be heard, several words were lost to me. Words such as 'pow-wow' and 'July'. While the latter could possibly indicate something big this coming year, the other had me scratching my head on what was meant. And believe, one wouldn't want a guy like Nick to repeat things. Oh, he's a nice guy but you just don't that to him. After we parted, I began trying to put things together of what was said. 

'July' can mean anything such a wedding, Raya celebration, a...er, whatever else there is. The other, 'pow-wow', though, can be quite specific but such is the mention, then it old news to many unless something more sinister is being brewed. Hmm...too big a play for someone like me. Hey, I'm no Sherlock, mind you. Then again, what if it was a single word such as 'pow' or 'pau'. Intriguing!

Well, for one, 'pau', could not be anything else but that 'kueh pau'; originally a Chinese snack which almost everyone has a fancy to. But it would be ridiculous for Nick to mention about food. Or, perhaps not. 

The other word 'pow', most certainly could not mean the sound cdof a fist landing on someone's face. As I was contemplating the word Nick meant, my thoughts strayed to a distant past to the age when a young man would think he is invincible. The recent events in his life has proven such a notion a fallacy but one do have to admit that he took a very long while to realise it.  Still, all is not lost. I hope.

Now, I wouldn't know of the present day usage but back then, 'pow' simply meant extortion and usually but not all the time, demanding money by force on the streets. Robbery, in another words. Or, if you wish, highway bandits. Oops, strike that last one out as we already have those in legal form.

Back then, a guy would join the young pups of a secret society, mostly to prove himself a man. Sometimes though, another would be forced in simply to keep company of a friend of friends. Such was the tale of one in a distant past.

Having followed the pups around and watching them pow strangers of various age and color, it was his turn to prove his worthiness and loyalty. The spot chosen was rail track that was sparsely used. The track was built during colonial times and may have carried dignitaries within the short distance of the city.

While the pups lay in hide, the boy stood on the tracks waiting for a passerby. A girl in her early twenties soon walked into view, using the tracks as a shortcut to her destination. When the girl stepped nearer, they boy - feeling guilt all over - asked the girl for the time in a rather polite way. The girl, with her eyes bulged wide, was clearly in shock and began looking all around her. Before the guy could say or do anything, she screamed out loud and ran the direction she came. It must have been a real fright for her, one, perhaps, she still remember. For the boy though, it surely would be one of the most embarrassing moments in his life. The good thing that came out of it is that the guy regretted his intended action and vowed never do such things again to anyone.

Some very many years later, he found that many people are being subjected to at least one form of extortion that has been made legal. A bad company that we can surely do without. 

Not The Bad Company below though. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cgSPsSOICE0

Dreaming

Went to meet some people earlier this morning at some not so obscure hotel somewhere in KL. Nothing much actually but since they were staying there, might as well I meet them at the lounge.

Now, normally at some far end of a corridor of the lounge, you would find a mini grand piano lazing by itself till about early evening, when a pianist contracted by the hotel would play some tune just to lay some kind of ambiance. Since I arrived there around mid morning, the only music that was heard was some Latin instrumentals playing over the hotel's PA system. Nothing much one would applaud about, and the music too, was barely audible. But what caught my attention was...

As I was walking towards the lounge through a long corridor, I noticed some workers were pushing the piano into a small hall. Since I was in a hurry, I just could did not have to time to be curious about it. But later on the way out - soon after my meet was done with - I had a peek into the hall and found it empty, except for some dining tables and chairs laid out almost haphazardly with the mini grand piano placed towards the end of the hall. Since there was no dais, I gather there will be some sort of very private function either tonight or tomorrow. But that did not bother me. What did was...the sudden urge to give the piano a thump! Er...do excuse me for using the word; it not that its offensive, but just not the correct word. Then again, considering that I have not really touched the piano for quite sometime, perhaps thump is the correct word.

Well, by now I guess almost everyone know that is not me playing up there in the video. Or, nowhere near I could ever. But I can always dream, can't I?