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 with [...]
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 mentions [...]
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 help [...]
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