The Komuter memories...

On my side, I am always eager to try new things, as my parents always say it. But it took me about a month or 2, since it official launching to step into the komuter. I have to say, I was very proud of it. At last, Malaysia got it first modern public transportation. My dream of having that ride of MRT in Singapore that I had during my early years, now can be done in Malaysia. And to add to the pleasure, Kajang, my hometown was one of the main stop….
Komuter, for years had done people lot of favour, including myself. Trip to KL, during my teenage years, was so much easier. Terus stop kat Sogo KL, don’t have to wait for bus, no more hotness, no more traffic jam, and it was convenient. Years go by, Malaysia developed further, from Komuter, we have our Star LRT, and then Putra, and KLIA Express and the rather latest, is the monorail.
And over the years, I changed from a commuter and a user, to a driver, driving my own car, from the family Kancil’s to my own Savvy. Alhamdulillah, that what rezeki from Allah is, can’t stop thanking him, even though, my car is just a savvy.
It was last Saturday, when the family when to Low Yatt to get some stuff, i.e. Abah’s new Garmin GPS, Ya’s new laptop and Mak’s Celcom Broadband. We went there driving, but as time were rather late, Ya and I have to go back with Komuter, at Bandar Tasek Selatan.
The experience started rather funny, ya insist we had to buy the ticket at the “Star LRT” counter, when I thought, we need to cross over to the Komuter station and bought it there. As Ya still insisted, I allowed her to do so. So she make her way to the counter and asked the lady “2 tiket ke kajang yer..”, and true enough…I was right. We laughed so hard, and Ya was blushing and embarrassed all the way.
As we bought our ticket at the counter that cost us RM4.80 in total, I made a wrong moved by putting in RM10, and wallaa….I ended up with 10 pieces of 50cent coins and 1 piece of 20cent coin in my pocket. Walking around, it sounded like either I was a conductor bus, or I was a kerincing zaman budak sekolah.
It was 5.35 and we waited in the hot blazing sun, Ya was contented and can’t let her mind of her new lappy even she didn’t say anything about it. In my mind, I can’t wait to play with abah’s gps. From 10 minutes, it went to 20minutes, end up Ya and I, were playing guessing the name of the song on her Ipod. It was only after dreadful and hot 30 minutes, before the komuter arrived.
It was so so packed, that as I said to ya..”even Ikan sardine dalam tin lagi selesa”. We were running from one door to one door, with palpitation, eagerly to get in into that already packed komuter to be inside. Palpitation, as really hope we able to squeech in, so that we don’t have to wait for another 30-40 minutes for another komuter.

Arrived at the next station, was a torture again. Knowing we can’t step out from the train, we tried to give way to the out goers, but at the same time, the outsiders were pushing we in further. Kesian to ya, lagi dipenyekkan, nasib baik tulang belulangnya tak patah. Luckily, it was for that moment, and we able to be in and not terribly impacted. Nevertheless, the smelly experience becoming worse for both Ya and I. It was smelly so stingy, thank you to 2 pakcik that we standing next to us. Can’t stand the smell, we text each other our thoughts, and share the “memorable” experience, hoping by texting we will not offend the 2 pakcik. It was aircond in there, but there was no coolness, except for hot-sweat humidified air.
By then, I remembered, Pak Lah’s surprise trip on the Komuter about a year ago, and how the story was spread on the front page of every newspaper. Comments were bombed to the “pihak berkenaan”, and they promised to improve. Nevertheless, a year went by, and this is the outcome.
The journey took us about 20 minutes, and Alhamdulillah we arrived safely without much injury, except for our mouth that tired of inspiring and expiring, and our smell receptors that was polluted. Was really happy to be out from that train, and back into the car.
As I looked back at that experience, how the memories changed from the sweet, so proud and happy komuter trip, to this dreadful, hot, smelly, terrible experience. Maybe the experience evolution is due to the changing time, my higher expectation, or maybe because of it just too many people are using it now. Whatever it is, I still think, all these are not the reasons we can give, and just lived with it, as what they need to do, is to improve it. Take Japan for example. Most of people use public transportation, and they had been having the technology since ages, but they never really have a problem with it. Even the train aged more than our komuter, the aging train were still tip top at their performance. Or is it, just a Malaysian way of doing things, hangat hangat tahi ayam, as the malay proverb say it.
The government, as I remembered, had decided to put an amount of money after that Pak lah incident, but, is this the result? Maybe Kosmo or The Star, should do the spot-check again, or TV3 to look at this matter. It is a serious matter, it is a public matter, and it is our image that we portray to the people. That what we should emphasized on. Not the funny and rather “stupid” Malaysian political situation.
Nevertheless, Komuter is very much needed, and I am still so thankful for the service. Without it, maybe I’m still walking my way back home. But, as said, and as many do hope, the Komuter can be back to do the wonders, that it did, years ago, when everybody was really proud of it. I believe Komuter can do that.
My wish…the next time I’m in the Komuter….I will have back my early Komuter’s memories……or even sweeter ones….