a shop along Little India
It was an unexpected trip down memory lane for me….
For the final installment of my car’s hire purchase, the Bank advised me to go personally so they could issue me a release letter immediately. I figured it was more logical to take a bus as driving all the way to Klang would definitely stress me out.
The bus-stand is situated across the road from my shop. It is literally a bus-stand because you really have to STAND while you wait, since no benches are provided. There is no sign to indicate it is a bus-stand, we just know it is.
Some things never change. Because of its proximity, I can wait at the sidewalk of my shop and run across when the bus approaches. The best part is you can board ANY of the public buses with no chance of ever catching a wrong bus as they all stop at the terminal in Klang. Should too many oncoming cars causes you to delay reaching the other side, don’t worry. You can stand at the divider and wave like a mad woman and the bus will stop for you in the middle of the road! Staying in a town area like Port Klang has its benefit!
9.45am, Wednesday morning saw me asking the bus driver how much was the fare to Klang. He replied RM1.20. You drop the coins at a slot and the driver hands you a ticket. They did away with the bus-conductors ages ago, did you know? Less one career choice-loh, although I don’t know if anyone would admit that his/her ambition is to become a ‘bus conductor la!’ Anyway, the fare used to be 25cts only! Tsk!! Tsk !! Of course those days the buses weren’t air-conditioned.
The 1st few minutes were uneventful. We reached the Simpang Lima roundabout and the bus took the road past Our Lady of Lourdes Church and Convent Klang. Oh my, when did the Church build its annex? Is the Klang Library still around? How long ago was it since I passed through this part of town?
Next to Convent, there used to be a food court. It was where the Rojak Sepanyol had its humble beginnings, and the assam laksa was 1st class along with the Sotong Kangkong, Satay, ABC, Nasi Lemak etc…etc…remember, S & M? We went often didn’t we? Or at least I know I did.
As the bus inched its way slowly along Jln Tengku Kelana, (Little India) once called Rembau Street, I recalled there used to be lots of dental clinics in this vicinity. As a fifth former I visited each one of those clinics explaining I was a dental student, and how grateful I would be if they could spare me ‘teeth’ that had been extracted from patients. (Kept in bottles of disinfectants.) Aiyoh.. you all think I weird -ah? Actually I was doing my friend, Ramlah, a favour. She was doing Dentistry in U.M. then. I have lost touch with her since but not before hearing she was lecturing in U.M. after completing her course. Now you know why I didn’t do well in my studies. I was busy helping others to succeed.
The bus stopped at a red light just outside Chin Trading. It looks the same after all these years. This was where we bought materials for our school’s art projects i.e. screen-printing, decoupages, tie-and-dye, copper tooling …and don’t know what else. The medals, trophies and plaques displayed on the right side of the shop reminded me how I had longed to be awarded with even the tiniest one of those medals during my school days. Fat chance ‘cos I didn’t excel in games, or studies so none of those dreams of me receiving a trophy ever came true! It struck me that morning that I could probably afford to buy anything in the showcase, maybe even the whole lot, but it’s not something I crave for anymore. Dreams change…
The light turned green and the bus went past Masjid India, now undergoing renovations, and up the bridge. We’ve almost reached our destination.
Year ago, Great Wall Supermarket along with all the shops below it, including the bus terminal had been demolished. The terminal is an open-air concept now. I see touts for bus companies’ announcing the destination of each bus about to take off with megaphones. Yes we have arrived. I looked at my watch….... 22 mins. was all it took.
As I stood there, trying to decide the fastest route to get to the bank, I see the changes around me. Ahhh … that’s another story ….
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