
One must wondered what has this scotsman got to do with a fellow Malaysians like me... Well.. fret not.. this is not a tribute to the mighty Scotsman... nor i'll be talking about the Picts, Gaels and the Brytons..
This is a documentation of a passing moment frozen in time.. in my mind... and it had such a deep impact to my being.. my being a Malay as a race and Malaysian in nationality...
and the story goes like this.....
After a long day at the office.. i was on my way back... I always park my car at an open car park opposite of this mighty office building.... I do enjoy the brief walk in the morning.. stopping by at the makcik's stall by the roadside to buy some kueh for my breakfast.... and risking my life crossing the busy street with cars buzzing by...
and now, i had just crossed the road and walking towards my car... in this area, tourist are a norm... and at times, there a hundreds of them across the street gawking at this mighty building... the tallest twin tower in the world as claimed...
At dusk, there's not so many people in the streets.. especially walking on the sidewalk.... and there he is.... i saw from afar... an Old Scotsman.... In full Scottish Regalia in this hot and humid Malaysian weather..
The green twill worsted wool kilt.... hold by the kilt pin.. white Ghillie Shirt and brown barret... socks to the knees and black shoes. and an a walking stick elaborately carved.. he was limping a bit of which explains the need of the walking stick .. perhaps he's in his late 60's or early 70's.....
It had taken me by surprise.. never in my life.. well in Malaysia i see people wearing kilts and such... its definitely not an everyday sight for sure....
So i continued my walk.. albeit slowy towards him... and as i passed him, i smiled.. I really wanted to compliment on his full ensemble.. but nothing came out from my mouth..
He stopped walking... and look at this mighty building.. as i passed him, i can see that he was so intrigued by this building.. he took his time scanning the building with his eyes.. its was beaming... then he smiled.. the smile of great satisfaction.. and proud i might say.. if only i can read his mind.....
A few steps away from him, i too stopped in my track... i turn back facing this mighty building and looked at it... It was gleaming.. bathed in lights.... it almost looked like a clear diamond or crystal.. piercing through the sky... with the orange and bluish sky as the backdrop, it was the most beautiful sight in the world.... and without realising it, tear began to form in the crevices of my eyes.....
Sometimes we do take things for granted... as i'm in this building every working day, i tend not to appreciate the beauty of this building.....
This man.. perhaps travelling half the world to find this building... magnificently standing in front of him, he was mesmerised.. the beauty transcends beyond boundaries.... It has its own languange.. which is the universal language of beauty.....
and day by day, i'm beginning to be more appreciative of what we have... as the old scotsman in his full regalia proud to show the world of his heritage, i am proud of being who i am.. being a Malay.. and Malaysian.......
and it takes a GREAT SCOTSMAN for made me realised that..... :)