An ode to aliens

The parking attendants at the car park where I park my car are both from India. Within a week or two of their arrival in Malaysia, they have learned to speak Bahasa Malaysia well enough to converse with the patrons of the car park. One of them only recently obtained his driving license, and prior to that, he had never driven a car in his life. He now maneuvers the cars in the car park as if they were elastic, moving them from impossible angles without a scratch on any of the cars.  

The two of them share one room with two and sometimes three other foreigners. Needless to say, they earn a meager salary which is a windfall for them as a result of the foreign exchange rate. Rain or shine, they wait at their stall which consists of a table, 2 chairs and an umbrella. They work from 8.00 a.m. until the last person removes their car, they cannot leave in between in case someone wishes to remove their car which is blocked by another car.

They endure such challenging circumstances for the sake of earning a living, to make their lives a little bit more comfortable when they return to India.

And yet, under such strenuous circumstances, they still manage to smile and share light jokes with the patrons of the car park.

In the eyes of society, I may be seen to be more successful than them, but in terms of evolution, they are more successful than me, because they have mastered the art of survival.