Yesterday my neighbourhood of Taman Tun Dr Ismail was without electricity for 10 hours due to some upgrading works by Tenaga Nasional.
Power was out from 8.00 am and was only restored at 6.00 pm. However, ample notice was given days before the intended disconnection, so we were quite prepared.
In some strange ways it was a blessed day despite the outage. The sky darkened considerably from morning to noon, culminating in a drizzle that rendered the day pleasantly cool until power returned.
As such there was no distress from undue heat, my one and only worry really, because my migraine, almost always, is heat-induced.
But what really made my day despite the minor discomfort was what happened at the Kuala Lumpur Golf & Country Club (KLGCC) as we waited for a buggy to take us to our car.
As a matter of fact, I do not frequent KLGCC as much as I do Lake Club. I find KLGCC aloof and impersonal, haughty even, especially to non-golfers like yours truly. And the Club reeks of snob appeal.
It's hard to fathom this unfriendly attitude towards non-golfing members. It's no secret that a golfing member is a premium commodity there; the rest come a not-so-close second, and this despite them touting their establishment as a family club.
Yesterday's brunch at KLGCC was a rarity for me; it only came about because of the blackout, since almost all eating places (and other shops too, for that matter) in Taman Tun Dr Ismail remained shuttered till early evening.
As the norm, Pak Abu golfs every Sunday, teeing off at noon, so we decided to go to the Club early and brunch together at the newly refurbished West Course Coffeehouse.
It was full to capacity with golfers and their family members; there were lots of kids scampering around and not a single maid or helper in sight.
Perhaps the Club has got this unpalatable 'no maid/bodyguard/driver' ruling in place now, and if that is so then I am really not surprised, considering their disdainful attitude.
I saw one harrassed mother unsuccessfully trying to rein her pre-schoolers in, poor woman, while 'Daddy' was chatting with fellow golfers at another table, oblivious to the ruckus his offsprings were raising.
So there we were, standing in line waiting for a buggy, when a family of seven joined us. There was Mom holding a pushchair, Dad with a baby in his arms, two little boys probably five or six, a pony-tailed little girl around four, and pleasant-faced Grandma keeping an eye on the little ones.
Grandma and I fell into a light conversation; I found out they too were residents of Taman Tun Dr Ismail, driven out of their home to breakfast at the Club due to the power shutdown.
I remarked how sweet the little girl looked, and she gave me a shy smile in return, when Grandma suddenly said: "Kesian pekerja TNB, kena buat kerja dalam hujan macam ni." [Those poor TNB workers, having to work in this pouring rain].
Such a simple remark, and my heart suddenly soared!
I had expected a comment no less than "Why do these jerks choose to shut down supply on a Sunday when everyone is home? Why can't it be on days when people are at work and kids at school? Why are they such no-brainers?"
A heartfelt comment from an unassuming, tudung-clad, 60-something woman of grace, obviously spoken from the heart as she looked up at the grey sky, and my day was truly made....
PS: I must be jaded and blase beyond redemption to have harboured such negative thinking.