Taxi

In the short journey to Mid-Valley Shopping Centre in a taxi, my family had an interesting conversation with the driver. In his sixties probably, he spoke with a slight English accent. He had explained he lived in Singapore for seven years during which he was a Military Transport Officer when the British were still around. Somehow, conversations in cabs always end up on the political spectrum, and the topic of Dr. Mahathir disliking my country came into the picture. To my surprise, the driver thought that Dr Mahathir's constant condemnation of a seemingly superior Singapore was necessary as a leader igniting hope and confidence to his people. I didn't quite know what to say to that, but I felt if that was true, it is sad.