Share Keling is generally viewed as a deragatory word referring to Indians. Call an Indian “keling”, and almost immediately you’ll be met with stares and blood-shot eyes with tightly gripped fists aching for a facial contact. If you’re all by yourself and you use that word in Bangsar, Brickfields or Klang, you might return home [...]
Share Before I proceed, I’d like to say that any names seen below have no connection to anyone dead or alive (except Hitler. Fuck him.), and any similarities are coincidences. Playing with memes is a fun thing to do. What more can I do when a by-election is looming, and political parties are full of [...]
Share Indian food is awesome. Well, it’s not that I’m discriminating Chinese and Malay food. I love my Bah Kut Teh and nasi kerabu wit sambal belacan, but I’m quite partial towards Indian food. All those curry and spices. I tell you, i can’t live without something spicy at least once a day. Whenever someone [...]
Share Being a Malaysian Indian, you can’t help being viewed in public in a stereotyped manner. Nah, I’m not talking about the famous potrayals of the drunken wife-beater image. I’m talking about the wonderful kinks that are prevalent amongst the Malaysian Indian community itself. The kind of things that when it is happening, you can’t [...]
Share Johnny Inggebish stared at the documents laid in front of him. They were of some foreign language that he could not comprehend. He cursed under his breath. His brows furrowed, accentuating the deep lines on his forehead. He cursed his secretary for not informing him beforehand that these documents – which contained important findings [...]
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