“I have no cash on me. Can I order a plate of Nasi Kandar? It’s been 3 days since I’ve last eaten.”

Those words have awaken me from the pretence of life that I have been living in. There are real people with real issues here, and since these kind of things are so isolated from our normal lives, we tend to brush it off, assuming that it’s all just stuff we see in the movies.

Whoever would expect that my emergency piss-stop at a local mamak joint during a daily traffic-laden drive home from work can be a significant turning point for me in appreciating life and everything in it? Coincidence can be bitterly momentous sometimes.

A former rockstar, a cool dude and a dear friend which I got to know more than 20 years ago was crumbling down gradually in front of me while he was savouring his first real meal in 3 days. We both knew that what I was about to say to him were the same things repeated by plentiful of people around him that really cared. Yet, I said it anyways.

Yes, I did gave him some cash for some naïve reason that people should not be deprived from food, especially if that particular person is a friend. I really hoped that my gesture can somehow be “THE” trigger for change.

Dire, but let’s not lose hope.