I was with a low profile Dato friend in a run-down 4-wheel drive owned and driven by Dato. We were stopped by a police on a motorbike. Dato was not wearing his seat belt. The police was chatting away and it was obvious that he wanted to be kow-timmed. When he finally asked for money, Dato, being a staunch Christian, told him God would not like it if he were to give money, pointing to the sky. The policeman agreed and proceeded to write out a summons and asked for Datos name and Dato gave him his business card and upon seeing his title on the card, the policeman promptly stepped back, gave Dato a tabik and apologised and quickly got back to his motorbike. In another incident, I was stopped at the KESAS by a group of policemen who were waving down cars to the emergency lane for God-knows-what reason. I stopped and obediently gave my IC and driving licence and upon seeing my name and having mistaken me for Dato Lee Hwa Beng, the police instantaneously apologised, gave back my cards, stepped back and waved at the traffic to clear the way for me to drive on again. Such is the power of a Datukship, let alone a Tan Sriship or a Tunship in modern Malaysia. Any wonder why people of any status and background, especially shady ones, with some cash, would rush to buy a datukship? We are living in interesting times in a modern yet aristocratic society where a title attached to a name can make so much difference and bring so much convenience.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 05:42:20 +0000
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