Being cynical

I was born and grew up in Malacca, once the nerve centre of the Malay Archipelago. The great Malacca Sultanate, according to history books, thrived because of its port, situated at the mouth of Sungai Melaka. Traders from as far as Arab, China and India came to Malacca to trade in anything from spice, gold and silk.

Over the centuries, the river has become heavily silted. I still remember in the 1980s up to mid-1990s, the great Malacca River which brave ancient seafarers from faraway lands had sailed into, was reduced to nothing more than a giant drain. It was a filthy eyesore, to say the least.

In the mid-1990s, the Agriculture Ministry undertook a programme called "Love Our Rivers", aimed at rehabilitating many of the polluted waterways nationwide. The state government also launched its own projects to restore Sungai Melaka to its former glory. It wanted to turn my hometown into "Venice of the East".

Naturally, such announcements were met with the usual reaction that almost always accompanied pronouncements of major projects: deep-rooted cynicism. "Satu lagi projek pembaziran duit rakyat". "Yeah rite, Venice of the East". "Who do you think you are kidding?"

I have no qualms admitting I was one of those cynical Joe Public, although those who knew me from secondary school days know that I have an affinity towards the Cintailah Sungai Kita programme.

Fast forward to 2009 and I hear nothing but praise for the Malacca river. Friends post pictures on Facebook, extolling the beauty of the waterway. Word of mouth about the river spread far and wide. Here are some pictures, sourced (without permission!) from Internet searches:

Here's my point: Malaysians are a cynical lot. I make no apologies that I still am one. But when things do turn out well, we quickly forget our cynicism and beat our chests, hoping that the world takes notice of our achievements.

I still remember how cynical I was to the government's plans to build Putrajaya using the country's oil money. At that time I thought it was a bloody waste of money. But now, whenever friends and relatives pay a visit, I make it a point to take them there because I think the Federal administrative capital is rather awesome (besides, it's quite near to my house). I am especially proud of the buildings near Precinct 3 (the long stretch of road sandwiched by PICC and the PM's Department). In fact, one can see busloads of tourists near the mosque area almost anytime of the day, including at night.

Ok, I do not want to make this posting sound like a propaganda piece. But sometimes when you are now on the Other Side, it is good to remind oneself not to get too distracted by deep-seated public cynicism. I can see where Malaysians' cynicism are coming from and I think this is something politicians need to address.

As for me, I will just try to stay focused on the job. And it absolutely helps that my office is in Putrajaya - the very place that made the cynic in me ate my words.