Thoughts of the Malaysian Open…

Few experiences match the highs of Kuala Lumpur. Sometimes words are so inadequate. Wei Loon, whom I’d met at the Denmark Open, was waiting for me at 1am at the KL airport. He put me up at his mother’s place; it was a 45-minute drive. The next day I met his mother, and we spent some time discussing our respective societies and cultures.
The next day (Jan 21st), I met Michael, and he insisted I shift to a room at his academy because it’d be easier to travel to the stadium, apart from access to ATM, restaurants, etc. His hall is a 32-court facility — I’ve never seen anything like it, with the restaurant and signages and people playing till midnight and all that. Jaw-dropping.

With Allan Teoh and Michael Lee -- an Indian breakfast

There are too many things to recall… the wonderful Badminton Central group (we played a few matches until 1 in the morning at Michael’s academy!), the Famemas crowd (Malaysia supporters), Allan Teoh, who’d come from Hawaii to watch the Malaysia Open, the ‘unique’ experiences Michael treated me and Allan to… and of course, the wonderful food. I felt sad at leaving KL. The evening before I left, Wei, Jaymee and Abedeng treated me to dinner at Steven’s.

At Steven's on Jan 23rd, with Wei Loon (left), Hasnuddin aka Abedeng and Jaymee (right)

You can check out these links on BC about the matches at Michael’s place:


Famemas supporters

Famemas fans at the Malaysia Open finals

Famemas, fan group of Malaysian sport

Chairman of the group, Lee Hui Seng (left) along with other members of Famemas.

Steven's, the hang-out of the Badminton Central crowd

Badminton Central

The Badminton Central group with Michael Lee and Allan Teoh


About badmintonmania

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the Indian in Thoreau's Walden who makes cane baskets and is surprised nobody wants them. A. was talking about discipline when she said: "But Dev, if you want to move ahead in life, you'll have to be like that," and she may as well have defined everything else for me. I've played the low percentage game for too long to believe there's anything in it but the romance; the odds keep getting jacked up higher and higher; and you may be a good Idealist but a worse Fool.
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