A bag of rice
To take a guess, at least 10% of the customers in this down town Penang supermarket have never tasted either bread or butter in their lives.
Noodles and rice are their staple feculants and it is this latter we seek, as we have brought doggie bags of sumptuous nyonya curry back from Pearly Kee’s cookery course and need some rice to eat it with.
This ought to be easy. Malaysian families live on rice, and the supermarket is full of the Neapolitan ice-cream of Malay skin tones. They will stock rice; most Malaysians are multi-lingual and will know what the word “rice” means. What could possibly go wrong here?
I make the prediction that there will be a whole aisle dedicated to the stuff, and there will be pallets piled with 15kg sacks of it. We can’t miss it, I foretell.
We do miss it. This oddly shaped shop is disorientating and full of secret caverns. A store manager is here though, let’s ask and get this done – Hello, we are looking for rice?
‘lice??
Ask a UK Tesco store manager which aisle for the live badgers and he will look no more perplexed than this monoglot Malay shop assistant. His face is contorted with the effort of concentration and comprehension.
Posed this unexpected linguistic problem, I reflect that rice is a pretty international word and there seems little point in the circumstances, in going through all the very similar sounding list of eurolanguage versions. I go for Portugese “ahhoz” which does sound different in the hope of raising a spark of recognition, and then, scraping the barrel since noone will admit to any knowledge of Japanese here, I try “gohan“. Now it’s like I’m asking, not for a bag of every day starchy cereal, but for a live female, yearling badger on a lead with a diamond encrusted collar. At this stage my interlocutor’s face now looks like he is in great pain. The agony of international communication seems to be overwhelming him. He is calling security – no wait – a friendly-looking polyglot colleague advances with a smile to save the day. All is not lost. Working together pooling our collective ingenuity and resource, we may still meet the colossal challenge of finding a small bag of rice in a Malaysian supermarket.
What you want? I just want Rice… AAAaaaaahhhh! Yes!! Lice!!
At last the sun of comprehension ascends over the horizon. A brief exchange in malay with Mr. Monoglot. Much mirth on both sides. I am quite delighted to see how much amusement I have brought into the lives of these two gentlemen today.
Is easy! You go out here, is lestaulant, there is lice. You buy you eat.
It’s fair enough – I am, quite visibly and audibly, a man so abandoned by god as to be anglo-saxon and consequently some sort of semi-sentient neanderthal from the frozen north. An idiot, capable of who-knows-what sort of spectacular acts of brainless tomfoolery. Manifestly he thinks I have knuckled past and refused the wares of the scrum of high pressure, rice-pushing restaurateurs that hunt clients on the pavement just in front of the shop entrance and then that I’ve lumbered in, hungry as a horse and begun to pester his long-suffering supermarket staff with fatuous requests for them to prepare me steaming bowls of cooked rice so that I can (presumably) sit cross-legged on the floor of aisle 12 and eat it with my fingers. Now this has all been cleared up, all that is required it to coax the cretinous snowman (he may never have seen a supermarket before) back out to the rice hawkers in the hope that he will this time have the common sense to purchase what he wants.
The desire to sigh petulantly, roll my eyes, or close them in ironic prayer to the god of calmness and restraint begins to well up within me like an inexorable tide.
Canute-like I set my jaw against such sentiments and explain calmly, politely and meticulously that I would like to purchase a small bag of rice that I can cook for myself at home. Would they perchance have such a thing in their shop?
Light dawns again and we set off at last for the supermarket’s rice cavern. There after all are the 15kg bags piled high on pallets, as prophesied and a whole aisle dedicated to the cereal with all types and pack sizes. I take a deep breath and thank my multi-lingual guide.
The Malay word for rice is Beras.