Racist stereotyping is alive and well in Malaysia. Some people bitch and moan about it, but our mate Saravanan who runs Kusar Cabana pub has tonnes of fun with it.
"You know I went to Kuantan last week, right?" he tells me while leaning over the bar. "Well, my youngest daughter caught a chill, so we gave her some medicine. She complained it tasted nasty so we stopped outside this coffee shop and I went in to buy a bottle of water."
"The second I walked in I saw the cashier look all worried. The owner was there, a lady, also looking worried. I look and I know what they are thinking! They see this big black Indian man, right? So they think I'm going to rob them, because that's what Indians do!"
Sara giggles, and continues, "So I walk in veeeeery slowly, and look from side to side without smiling, you know, like a mean look. By the time I get to the counter, I can see they're thinking give him what he asks for! and they're ready to reach for the cash."
"So I stand there, unsmiling. Then, when they're all good and nervous I ask for a mineral water. You've NEVER seen such fast service! I look at them, still unsmiling, and then reach sloooooowly into my pocket. They're all holding their breath, wondering what will come out. A knife? A gun? Then I slap the dollar on the counter and they all jump!"
"I'm telling you, being a big Indian fellah is a lot of fun!"
The pic is of Sara with one of his favourite toys: an elastic band gun. I'm just happy they didn't see him with this. They would have had a heart attack.