I
was looking at my broken shoes and all I could think of were banks. It was not
that buying a replacement triggered anxiety of punching the ATM machine. Nor
did it mean remorse of the meager purchase. In my country, there are folks that
we turn to when we are distressed by spoilt shoes. They hunch on their stools
in a workshop made out of a picnic mat. There is always a rag laced on their laps
which they use as work table. Beside them is a dusty briefcase equipped with
the most complete set of tools and a loyal bottle of plain water. These are the
street cobblers of Malaysia. You very often find them doing their shoe mending
business most commonly at corridors of bank buildings and at the five-foot-ways.
Thus, banks.
Street
cobbling has been humbly present in the country since the 1940’s when people
switched from clogs to modern footwear. This trade is inherited by
apprenticeship from generation to generation. Sharing the same craftsmanship as
Jimmy Choo’s, the more modest lot stays unnoticed in our busy lives.
At
the luxury of the occasional air-condition when the bank doors slide open, they
do a magnificent job at shoe mending. Throughout my shoe-wearing years, there
is practically nothing that these guys cannot repair. At a very minimal cost,
they can turn shreds into shoes that can last a couple more months if not
years. My sports casuals were given extra life and durability after only a few
magical stitches by the pak cik near
Hong Kong bank in front of my school. Tar roads can take its toll on my
selectively-picked high heels. But, I never had to throw them away too early
knowing that they can be salvaged by these nimble fingers. Once, I even had my
luggage bag fixed in only 20 minutes. The wait was facilitated with a stool to
rest and a simple chat with the shoe master. Customers who want to get a repair
on the spot are thoughtfully provided with slippers while the shoes are being worked
on. I was happily smiling home with a peace
of mind that the cobbler’s handwork could hold my weighty bag in one piece for
many more years.
With
the perpetual hike of our cost of living, let me interest you with the habit of
visiting the street cobblers. Every trip of mine is without the worry of the
bill. Sometimes, it is as good as getting a brand new pair of shoes for the fee
that you would tip the waiter with. With the advent of GST, there is nothing
shameful about being a little excited by money saving. When the increase of a bowl of noodles dawned
upon us, it is no harm skimping a bit on feet fashion.
Like some people who cannot live without
their favourite hairstylist or manicurist, I find myself incapable of disposing
the street cobblers off my life. What would I do without these unsung heroes
and a growing pile of wrecked shoes. This profession might just be the noblest
of all professions we have known.
A cobbler working magic on my shoes |
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