I am never a fan of politics although I’ve been bombarded by politics aficionados that politic is the essence for the prosperity of a country. True enough and I do keep myself abreast with what-is-happening-around but never with full enthusiasm. Just for the sake of being a responsible Malaysian per se. Nonetheless, an experience which initally was more of a ‘mandatory’ has now beginning to open up my horizon on politics. Maybe not embracing it whole heartedly but is really getting the vibes of it.
The demise of the previous representative of Hulu Selangor has led to a small election in this region and since Serendah is situated in the district, it is of no exception. My headmaster has being elected as the Supervisor for the election camp in Serendah which is actually my school. Therefore to make everything manageable, he has chosen his own staffs as the crews and that includes me! Since I never vote or even attend an election camp with topsy-turvy commotion, I was quite anxious because I did not what was I going to be dealing with.
On this fateful Sunday, 25th April 2010, the election day commences. Hundreds of supporters from both parties began to do their bidding and provocation outside the school compound. I could see a few political polemics and rhetoric dramas happened where volcanoes eruption were loud. Angry supporters and dissatisfaction arose when men became so obsessed with angst. Luckily, everything was under control with the diligence of our SPR diplomatic approaches and also our Royal Malaysian Policemen.
Since I was the ‘Penunjuk Arah’ or affectionately known as PAPM for the election side, I was to escort any handicapped voters cum avoid any unwanted scattering people cum runner cum attractor for voter to register. At first in the early morning 8 A.M., I was told to be base at the gate which deemed to be the ‘hot spot’ since we have to face voters/ supporters with their political parties entourages face-to-face. I was a bit fixated and did not know what to do. Kak Rafidah was so adamant and into her PAPM spirit that she was gone back-and-fro whilst Ustaz Shuib was allocated at the Barong Pendaftar (Registrar Canopy). I was told to guard the sides of the road heading into the school. But since I never experience this, I became stupefied and knew nothing what to do.
Furthermore, I was the only PAPM among troops of policemen! I guess my ‘mannequin-like’ awkward self was obvious or maybe noticed because the Chief Policeman (I don’t know his rank) kept roaming around near me; and after a while asked what am I supposed to be. I told him I am PAPM and he retaliated saying that he didn’t see me much moving! I was a bit flustered because it was partially true because I was a bit awkward and felt alienated that I didn’t move much. But of course, I answered him defiantly amidst squeaky voice that I am a PAPM of ‘Penunjuk Arah’! I guess he was just teasing me because after that he laughed but I was a bit flustered because he sounded so serious. Maybe it’s the way policemen carried themselves. Anyway, as I already got warmed-up throughout the day, I became ease with the atmosphere and joked with him when I saw him. He was actually a friendly person beyond that serious face. This implies “Don’t judge a book by its cover” and I’ve learned my lesson. Hahaha!
Above all, it was tiring but I enjoyed the experience. And to be able to do it with teacher colleagues who are wonderful make it a nostalgic event. I wish good luck to the winner of the election and may the winner becomes a good representative for Hulu Selangor; not just a snobbish politician who never take care of the welfare of his people and only show the face when election comes. Hulu Selangor needs honest politician to upgrade the place. Hear this.