I recall the times when I was a young man from the 1960s to 1970s. It started with “The Epoch” (Time 0 for UNIX systems, Midnight GMT). And Joe Frazier who was my hero was then the undisputed heavy weight champion. There are a lot of other memories from those times. Gone are the good old days As a Chindian whose father was an Indian and mother was a Chinese, I was gifted to enjoy the multi-racial and multi-cultural life of a Malaysian. People saw people not race at least until the time of the ugly May 13 racial riots. People still believed in extended families and homes. There was love and respect between parents and children; and grandparents and grandchildren. National festivals were times of shared get-togethers, love, happiness and joy. I could buy a bowl of noodles and a glass of syrup water within 20 cents. Money had value then! Politicians were then humble in words and deeds and there was no arrogant threats to show who was master. But those days are gone. Technological advanced but with less meanings Now in 2015, at the age of 58, I am one of those old guys who uses the latest flagship smartphones along with my tablet and notebook in communicating with my children and grandchildren whom I see maybe once a year. Why? Oh! It’s because we are in different countries. So communication is more virtual. “Do I like it?” “Definitely not” but unavoidable. I read the online news about the irresponsible attempts to turn a petty theft crime in Low Yat plaza into a racial riot. And by the way, technology in the form of blogging was used as a tool to incite the riot. Is technology to be blamed? Of course not. In the hands of the good, technology will result in goodness. In the hands of the mad, technology only brings madness. But one thing for sure, it’s not a portrayal national unity of shared get-togethers, love, happiness and joy. This month when I went back to Kuala Lumpur, I had to pay MYR26.00 for a plate of nasi kandar and teh tarik While travelling via Penang airport. Malaysian ringgit truly has lost its value. It’s not more cents but ringgits and yet it is still not enough. Politicians like our beloved Tunku Abdul Rahman lived humble lives both in words and deeds. People did not fear him. They loved and respected him. Can we say the same today? Values and Meanings As a Malaysian I am proud of our multi-cultural heritage. I am thankful that there are still persons of integrity, logic and those who place multi-cultural unity above personal interests. I believe that as long as we can balance materialistic and technological progress with “good old values” like respect, love, understanding, tolerance and shared experiences – we can continue to build a Malaysia for all Malaysians.