Fallen leaves.
I met a girl, who is an active volunteer with the Malaysian AIDS Council, at MAC last year while I was doing my research there.
[I still remember I had to breathe in the stench of cat poo in the small MAC library at that time].
Ahh but anyway, the girl I met had mentioned about Fallen Leaves when I told her I was attached to one of the NGOs in the research I was helping out with.
I had no clue about what the performance would be like / was, until I volunteered in one of the projects was I given the privilege to watch Fallen Leaves perform in Sekolah Tunas Bakti during World AIDS Day last year.
The video above depicts the beginning of a rather lengthy but meaningful play.
The opening was composed of a combination of, well, several "slogans" that we would normally hear as we visit Petaling street / Puduraya bus station / Chinatown.
"Batu Pahat, Batu Pahat, JB, JB, JB, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Ipoh, Ipoh, Ipoh"...anyone who had been to Puduraya would recognise that the clip above shared similarities with how "runners" try to get bus passengers as they walk past the former.
Whenever I walked past the counters to the Plaza Rakyat LRT station, I always had the dejavu of being back to the moment I saw the play.
The actors in this play are recovering drug users and also some living with HIV. The stories presented are real life stories, those of their personal experiences.
Perhaps because these were personal experiences, they had successfully touched the hearts of the participants in the Sekolah Tunas Bakti that we went to during the event.
Those were real stories - with a beginning filled with temptation coupled with an ending with a good and clear message about the consequences to the actions done previously.
I remember clearly there was one story about a young school boy and drug use, another about a curious man patronising a sex worker (without using a condom).
There were people trying to earn a little by "guarding" parking lots, one who was selling "viagra" pills and other traditional herbs to improve masculinity, even pimps that ask you in for a nice sex session!
Very much what I had seen as I walked through the back alleys that house the rather many "brothels" (or well, dens).
The most important message I thought the play had brought up was to strip themselves off the stigma and discrimination that others would toss on to them for their past and go on leading a life that is meaningful (all in their own contexts). With the advancement of better anti-retroviral drug regimens, now a person living with HIV, with good compliance and a healthy lifestyle could life up to 15 years.