Taman Gaya Recreational Park in
Johor Bahru on a Friday evening provides a delicious insight into one aspect of
Malaysian leisure time.
Small groupings of middle aged
men of Chinese descent gather beneath the plaster and concrete pagodas, structures
painted red and white, but which look as though they should be constructed of
natural wood and coloured - if at all - in ochre hues. Several men sit
cross-legged on the concrete slabs of the benches laid out in a concentric
arrangement beneath the shelter of the roof. They don loose blue, grey, brown
or black coloured shorts with collared cotton shirts or vests, sandals removed,
as they stroke their legs and massage their feet, meditatively listening to the
oratories of their acquaintances. There always appear to be one significant
speaker, often in the centre of the group, whose utterances command respect, it
seems. Or perhaps there are one or two
who are particularly animated while the rest are content to listen. The scene
is reminiscent of gardens and parks in southern China, Hong Kong, and Penang –
places frequented long ago.
Young men perch on smooth giant boulders
that lay in occasional clusters around the artificial lake, fishing lines
between steady hands of one or two of the boys. It is a slightly comical scene
as billboards in the vicinity state that Fishing
is Prohibited, but nobody seems to mind. Families sit on nearby benches, on
the familiar concrete ones like those that the ‘Chinese’ men enjoy in their
pagoda. They look out across the lake, people-gazing and chatting.
A Malay couple sit beside a
stationary motorbike beneath the shade of a beautiful, native tree. The girl is
covered in the traditional headscarf, the boy in his skin-tight white V neck T
shirt looking not unlike any hero from the young cultures of the world. They
smile at the scene around them, beaming at each other, an aura of innocent
illicitness about them, a juxtaposition of the modesty of the girl and the
carefree self-assurance of the boy wooing his lady. Other couples sit lazily on
the ground, their hands stroking the mimosa grasses around them, whose leaves
coyly mimic the lovers’ hands as they gently brush against them, the foliage in
secret collusion, bringing their tiny fronds together reverently as if
prostrating before a courtship ceremony.
A dog is walked by on its lead, with
a well-to-do elderly lady holding the line taut. The barking of an untethered
dog can be heard in the distance.
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