Chinese New
Year is a coming. Gong Xi Fa Cai! Apart from the gaudy decorations that are now
being hung around town, large potted Mandarin Orange plants are also springing
up in front of office buildings and apartments.
A couple of
these plants appeared in the lobby of my condominium complex today.
In Chinese
culture Mandarin oranges symbolize luck, good fortune and positive energy.
They are symbolic of abundance and wealth. To the ethnic Chinese wealth is more
important than health. Wealth is more important than anything. The golden color
of the fruit is also a symbol of the sun.
It represents
a fresh start of a new year.
These mandarin
plants are a sight to behold. They are burdened with fruit.
Laden.
Heaving.
I like them a
lot.
I was admiring
these fruits when I arrived home from work this evening. Apart from the
aesthetics I also enjoy the taste of mandarins. I picked a couple in fact and peeled
and ate them right there in my lobby. They were more bitter than sweet but that
was OK - I was thirsty and they were juicy. As I reached to pick a couple more
I noticed a flash of movement from the guardhouse. The guard was charging
towards me. He was waving his arms and yelling "Cannot! Cannot!"
This was
interesting. I have been living at this particular address for more than a year
now and I have only ever seen this security guard asleep before. To actually
witness his consciousness, movement and audibility was something new. I peeled
another mandarin and I spat out the seed from the one I was eating. I awaited
his arrival.
"What's
up Uncle?" I enquired.
"Oranges.
Eat. Cannot" he blustered.
He was a bit
breathless from the twenty meter sprint from the guardhouse.
"Oranges
eat can" I replied.
I somewhat
nonchalantly spat another pip into the garden bed.
"In
fact Oranges eat delicious" I added.
"Here
have some".
I handed him a
couple of segments.
The poor bloke
looked horrified. He was aghast. He was wringing his hands and was hopping from
foot to foot. He refused to accept the fruit and was moaning "Cannot.
Cannot".
"Can
Can" I
responded.
"Yum
Yum too".
I plucked a
couple more from the plant and I put them in my pocket. The security guard
continued his agonized hopping. He was pulling at his hair now too.
I chewed on.
It was
becoming obvious to me that he was not used to being awake during his work
shift. I was going to wander off to the elevator and go up to my apartment but
the hopping guard had pulled out his mobile phone and was now shrieking into
it. I think he was speaking Hokkien. I heard the word Ang Mo uttered a
couple of times. Hokkien is a Chinese dialect and Ang Mo means a white
man. I decided to take a seat.
This was
getting interesting.
I plucked
another fruit.
After a minute
or so of intermittent shrieking and intense listening, the Security Guard
thrust the phone in my direction. He was literally foaming at the mouth. I
accepted the phone with one hand and picked another mandarin with the other. A
little juice was dripping from my chin.
"Hello" I said into the receiver
"Hello" I heard back.
The voice was
loud and it was female. It sounded very anxious. I suspect the person to whom I
was speaking was also hopping on the spot.
"Oranges
eat cannot" it screamed.
Over and over
again.
"Oranges
eat can" I replied.
This was
getting repetitive.
There was a
tirade of Hokkien or perhaps it was Mandarin - which would have been ironic. Such
was the volume that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. After a short
while I handed the device back to the Guard. He was still very agitated. He
seemed to be getting some urgent instructions. After thirty seconds or so he
sprinted back to the guardhouse where I saw him frantically opening drawers. He
then ran back to where I was sitting and he was now clutching a small digital
camera. He proceeded to take my photo.
I obligingly
posed for him in a series.
Picking
fruits.
Peeling
them.
Eating
them.
He didn't seem
at all appeased.
I got bored
after a few minutes and went up to my apartment. My pockets were swollen with
forbidden fruits.
I am awaiting
the knock on my door.
Heppo: don't leave us in the lurch. What happened next?
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. It always makes me laugh and its so visual. So thanks to Bert for putting me onto it.
Keep us installed. OK la?
Moo
p.s. Tell your Bro that its time he got his arse back on the mat in the hot room. Summer holidays over. Time for some serious sweating to be done!
Hello Moo! How delightful to hear from you. I just got home and there are now signs on the Mandarin plants that say "NOT FOR EATING". I am still waiting to be arrested.
ReplyDeleteI shall tell my Bro his tough Bikram Master awaits. I think he is still living it up down at the beach. Don't forget to look me up if you ever pass through Singapore. It would be wonderful to catch up with you ......