Asian Civilisation
Saturday, February 28th, 2009February nearly went by without a single blog post! Suddenly, there was just too much to do - after getting my new Crochetology.net website sorted, new immigration and medical duties had to be dealt with. Luckily, I’ve been able to do some crocheting in between and have been updating Crochetology.net more often.
Also, Eric just rang and reminded me of my blog posts on Malaysia and Singapore - which I never finished… and now I started thinking about those again… Sometimes, one takes for granted such experiences that simply get lumped under the category “tours and travel abroad.” Indeed, staying in Seri Kembangan isn’t just “tours and travel abroad…” - it gave me a kind of reference for experiencing differently what normally constitutes “tours and travel abroad.”
The Petronas Twin Towers, KL’s jewels.
I never went near KL’s jewels but did get to see blue fern at the Forest Research Institute Malaysia. The trek into the FRIM’s forest really wore us out but it was worth the visit. I’m not very fond of forests, but when I’m there I can’t help but just enjoy it. Trevor is more fond of forests - he was the one who convinced me to visit Forêt de Finges/Pfynwald in Switzerland several years ago, and I’m glad we went there.
The blue fern, Microsorum thailandicum, at FRIM.
Chuyuan asked me to take this photo of these amazing trees at FRIM.
There is always something new, something different to see and experience in the forest. Unlike cities where it is always the same shopping malls and restaurants, in KL or Manila or Singapore.
But there was one really strange city we visited - Putrajaya.
The Prime Ministers Office in Putrajaya.
We took the bus from Seri Kembangan to the Mines Resort and then another bus into Putrajaya. Chuyuan said it was a surreal place. When we got there, it was surreal and utterly depressing. It was the future of cities in Asia.
Facade of the Ministry of Finance complex in Putrajaya
We passed along what were called “precincts” which were basically residential spaces - large blocks of look-alike houses, rather reasonably designed, in bungalow, two, three or four storeys. They had gardens, common playgrounds, balconies and small commercial centers.
The precincts surrounded the city center where all the government offices, business establishments and foreign embassies are located. Spaces were enormous, buildings were enormous, the streets were paved with marble and street corners even seemed gilded. Street lights and traffic lights looked like creatures from outer space.
I cannot really express the sight and experience of Putrajaya - it was just beyond my expectations of opulence, surfeit, overwhelming order. It seemed I have experienced in a single state, the stages of civilisation - from the secondary forest at FRIM, the “new village” of Seri kembangan, the chaos of Petaling street and the booming mall-cities of KL, and the “abundant sterility” of Putrajaya.
We did pass one place in Putrajaya that seemed alive with humanity - a place near something called Diplomatic Road, a place which resembled so much Little India in Singapore. The bus drive stopped there for a drink - Indian tea most probably - and we saw that the small buildings had business going about, mostly food, and there were people, many of them of Indian descent, walking about, talking, eating.
Our favorite tea drink.
I suddenly missed Seri kembangan, and Kedai Roshidha, the Indian food stall near the house we stayed at.
Kedai Stall Roshidha in Seri Kembangan - our fave Indian place
There I realized how special small villages were, and also felt that they are probably endangered. Perhaps civilisation dictates that they evolve into cities, into malls and into prosaic high-tech prisons.
Market in Seri Kembangan
Chickens at Seri Kembangan Market
But if one is not used to markets and chaos then one could just as well be unhappy in the village, always craving for the concrete jungle or the marble pavements. It must be conditioning, simply conditioning…
Until civilisation collapses. And then people will just move one or two of the remaining structures to a museum or a park.
A beautiful ancestral Malay house, one of several transferred from their original locations. This house is now at FRIM.



