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Monday, 29 August 2022

Simple Birthday Celebration

Had a wonderful birthday celebration today. Dr Puddin and the gang took me and Azuwar for birthday lunch. We had Roasted duck, chicken  and beef cooked in Masak lemak.

After that I met Azhar and Shireen for another celebration  We had Turkish dishes including iskander kebabs and Kunafa
When I arrived at the nursing home, a whole cake awaited me. My former teacher sent me a birthday cake for me.

That's all for today. 

Wednesday, 11 August 2021

98. Siti Sarah Raissudin

Malaysian songstress Siti Sarah Raisuddin passed away close to dawn yesterday,  after a battle with Covid-19.
She had been intubated at the Canselor Tuanku Muhriz UKM Hospital (HCTM) on Aug 6 while seven months pregnant and the baby, named Ayash Affan - her fourth child with her husband comedian Shuib Sepahtu - was safely delivered via surgery on the same day... 

Ayash Affan was named after a Palestinian activist.
Last month, during Eid Adha, she sacrified cows to be distributed to the Palestinians in Gaza Strip.

Cinta Gaza Malaysia Chief Executive Officer, Muhammad Nadir Al-Nuri Kamaruzaman revealed that singer Siti Sarah had participated in sacrificial rituals in Palestine by donating cows worth thousands of ringgit.

"After that, she kept in touch and asked about the situation of the Palestinians in Palestine, "he said in a post on Facebook.

The 36-year-old award-winning artiste left behind three other children - Uwais Alqarni, 10, Dzahira Talita Zahra, 8, and Ariq Matin, 6.

On July 27, Siti Sarah confirmed that she and several other family members tested positive for Covid-19, after one of her assistants was infected.

Monday, 14 June 2021

97. Palestine - History of On-Going Resistance

When I was a teenager in the mid 90s,  I read  'A History of Middle East' by Peter Mansfield. 
I remember it a was a hard cover book with a light blue illustration of several men on camels in the dessert. It was the first published edition.
From that book,  I first learnt about the Balfour Declaration 1917.
I may not have full recollection about the Balfour Declaration I read back then nor do I still have the book, but  last night, I summarized and compiled the journey of the on going resistance by the Palestinians. 
I documented it in this post from the research and online reading I have done. 
I am sharing it on here. 

I found a photo of the book cover on the internet. 

In 1915, the Zionist movement that was founded in 1896, was lobbying Western powers to support the mass migration of Jews to Palestine and to recognise a Jewish claim to the land.

Zionism was a settler colonialist movement that was running away from the persecutions in Europe.
it wanted as much Palestinian lands as possible with as few Palestinians in it as possible.
This was the aim of it in the late 19th century and this is the aim of Zionism, today.

The emergence of Zionism as a political ideology in late 19th-century Eastern Europe gave seed to the process. The ideology is based on the belief that Jews are a nation or a race that deserve their own state.
The idea of a Jewish homeland (Jewish state) was crafted in 1896, by a Viennese journalist, Theodor Herzl. He mooted this as a solution to a centuries-old anti-Semitic sentiments and attacks in Europe.
Palestine was chosen based on the biblical concept that the Holy Land was promised to the Jews by God.

The old city of Jerusalem,  Palestine

Under the Ottoman empire,   Muslim, Christian, and Jewish communities of Palestine were allowed to exercise jurisdiction over their own members according to charters granted to them. For centuries the Jews and Christians had enjoyed a large degree of communal autonomy in matters of worship, jurisdiction over personal status, taxes, and in managing their schools and charitable institutions. 

By the end of the 19th century, Palestine had 500,000 inhabitants, of whom 30,000 lived in Jerusalem. Jews formed half the population of Jerusalem, and in the country close to 5%. while Christians accounted for 10% and Muslims 85%.

Chaim Weizmann, a Britain-based Russian Zionist lobbied hard for more than two years to then-British Prime Minister David Lloyd-George and Foreign Ministerat that time, Arthur James Balfour to publicly commit Britain to building a homeland for the Jews in Palestine.

In 1917, the Balfour Declaration declared British support for a “national home for the Jewish people” in Palestine. 

The declaration was made in a letter written on 2nd November 1917, by Britain's then-Foreign Secretary Arthur James Balfour, to Baron Walter Rothschild, a leader of the British Zionist movement. The letter was endorsed by Britain's then-Prime Minister David Lloyd George.
The letter stated the British would “use their best endeavours to facilitate the achievement of this objective".

The November 1917 letter to the Zionist movement committed Britain to support the establishment of a “Jewish national home” in Palestine. Through that document, the world’s pre-eminent power gave its backing to a project aimed at colonising with European Jews a land where most of the populations were Arabs. .
British writer,  Arthur Kieslee summarised it as   a document in which ‘one nation solemnly promised to a second nation the country of a third’. 

Ruling the Palestine region for more than 400 years, the Ottomans fought fiercely to keep the ancient lands during World War I but eventually lost them to the British.
On  the night of Dec. 10, 1917. Ottoman troops withdrew from Jerusalem .

The next morning,  on Dec 11, 1917, the British occupied Palestine as part of the secret Sykes-Picot treaty of 1916 between Britain and France to divide up the Middle East for imperial interests.

Once British occupied Palestine in December 1917, the colonial power began implementing its plan of creating a Jewish state on Palestinian land. 
"A Jewish state will be for England a little loyal Ulster in a sea of potentially hostile Arabism."  - Sir Ronald Storrs, 1917 - who described himself as ‘the first military governor in Palestine since Pontius Pilate’ 

From 1919 onwards, Zionist immigration to Palestine, facilitated by the British, increased dramatically. Weizmann, who later became Israel's first president, was realising his dream of making Palestine "as Jewish as England is English".

The influx of Zionists to Palestine, supported by the British, was met by fierce Palestinian resistance. The purchases of land by Jews from absentee landlords for Zionist settlement displaced tens of thousands of Palestinians from their homes. The entire process was facilitated by the British.


In July 1920 a British civilian administration headed by a High Commissionerm replaced the military administration. The first High Commissioner, Herbert Samuel,  a Zionist and a recent British cabinet minister, arrived in Palestine on 20 June 1920 to take up his appointment from 1 July.
Faced with unrest and Palestinians' resistance in1921, Herbert Samuel the first high commissioner of Palestine, ordered air strikes against Palestinian rioters and declared a state of emergency.

Between 1922 and 1935, the Jewish population rose from nine percent to nearly 27 percent of the total population, displacing tens of thousands of Palestinian tenants from their lands as Zionists bought land from absentee landlords.
With the Nazi seizure of power in Germany between 1933 and 1936, 30,000 to 60,000 Ashkenazi European Jews arrived on the shores of Palestine.


In 1933, a contingent of foot police broke a demonstration in Jaffa by the Palestinians which had been banned. Numerous Palestinians were shot dead during the protest.
British military commanders were assured that they could take whatever measures are necessary. The measures were to include demolishing much of Jaffa’s old city, imposing collective punishment on villages with rebels in their midst and mass detention in labour camps.

A 1938 photo in Jerusalem whereby Bitish occupation forces arresting sheikhs and leaders of the revolutionaries resisting the British-Zionist plan to estanlish a Jewish state in Palestine territories. 

Izz Al Din Al Qassam 1882-1935

While the Palestinian leadership in Jerusalem insisted on continuing negotiations with the British to resolve the simmering tensions, a Syrian leader living in Haifa, Izz Al-Din Al-Qassam began calling for an armed revolt against the British and the Zionists.
In November 1935, Al-Qassam was surrounded by British forces and killed along with some of his men.
 His resistance inspired many Palestinians.

An article in a Palestinian newspaper that P about the British Zionist conspiracy titled Zionism Crocodile

By 1936, an Arab rebellion erupted against British imperialism and Zionist settler-colonialism. Palestinian Arabs revolted until 1939. 
The British crushed the revolt violently; they destroyed at least 2,000 Palestinian homes, put 9,000 Palestinians in concentration camps and subjected them to violent interrogation, including torture, and deported 200 Palestinian nationalist leaders.
At least ten percent of the Palestinian male population had been killed, wounded, exiled or imprisoned by the end of the revolt.

The Balfour Declaration’s purpose that was to form a “little loyal Jewish state in a sea of potentially hostile Arabism”, according to Ronald Storrs, “the first military governor of Palestine.
But not everything went according to plan, the Zionist movement fell out with and waged a campaign of guerilla warfare against Britain.

Although the British had backed mass Jewish immigration to Palestine, the colonial power began to limit the number of Jews arriving to the country in an attempt to quell Arab unrest.
The new limit on immigration upset the Zionists. They launched a series of terrorist attacks on British authorities to drive them out.

By 1939, the Palestinians found themselves fighting two enemies: British colonial forces and Zionist militia groups.

As Zionist attacks on the British and Arabs escalated, the British decided to hand over their responsibility for Palestine to the newly founded United Nations.

In November 1947, the UN General Assembly proposed a plan to partition Palestine into a Jewish state and an Arab one. Jews in Palestine only constituted one-third of the population – most of whom, the Ashkenazi Jews had arrived from Europe a few years earlier – and only retained control of less than 5.5 percent of historic Palestine.

 Yet under the UN proposal, they were allocated 55 percent of the land. The Palestinians and their Arab allies rejected the proposal.
The Zionist movement accepted it however, on the grounds that it legitimised the idea of a Jewish state on Arab land. But the Zionists did not agree to the proposed borders, and campaigned to conquer even more of historic Palestine. 

By early 1948, Zionist forces had captured dozens of villages and cities, displacing thousands of Palestinians, even while the British Mandate was still in effect. 
In many cases, they carried out organised massacres. The Zionist movement’s message was simple: Palestinians must leave their land or be killed.

As the date (May 14, 1948) selected by the British for their Palestine Mandate to expire approached, Zionist forces hastened their efforts to seize Palestinian land.
 In April 1948, the Zionists captured Haifa, one of the biggest Palestinian cities, and subsequently set their eyes on Jaffa.
 On May 14, 1948, British ended its mandate on Palestine. 
David Ben-Gurion, then-head of the Zionist, proclaimed the establishment of the state of Israel. British forces formally withdrew, leaving behind their tanks and armoured weapons to the newly created state of Israel. 

Zionists argued that Israel would provide a safe national home for Jews, allowing any Jewish person from anywhere in the world to immigrate there and claim citizenship.

The transition was marked in a low-key ceremony at which Alan Cunningham, the last British high commissioner in Jerusalem, inspected a colour party.
Cunningham had been in charge during the mass expulsion of Palestinians by Zionist forces, an episode called the Nakba or catastrophe. The British authorities chose not to intervene.
Overnight, the Palestinians became stateless. The world’s two great powers, the United States and the Soviet Union (Bolshevik Jews) , immediately recognised Israel.

As the Zionists continued their ethnic cleansing campaign against the Palestinians, war broke out between neighbouring Arab countries and the new illegal Zionist state. 

The UN appointed Swedish diplomat, Folke Bernadotte, as its mediator to Palestine. He recognised the plight of the Palestinians and attempted to address their suffering. His efforts to bring about a peaceful solution and halt to the ongoing ethnic cleansing campaign ended when he was assassinated by the Zionists in September 1948.

By 1949, over 700,000 Palestinians had been made refugees and more than 13,000 had been killed by the Israeli military. The UN continued to push for an armistice deal between Israel and those Arab countries with whom the Zionist illegal state was at war.

Bernadotte was replaced by his American deputy, Ralph Bunche. Negotiations led by Bunche between Israel and the Arab states resulted in the latter conceding even more Palestinian land to the illegal Zionist state. 

In May 1949, Israel was admitted to the UN and its grip over 78 percent of historic Palestine was consolidated. The remaining 22 percent became known as the West Bank and the Gaza Strip.

Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of Palestinian refugees remained in refugee camps, waiting to return home.

Critics argue that Zionism has functioned like colonialism, pointing to the violent ethnic cleansing of the indigenous Palestinian population and the building of illegal settlements in the Occupied Palestinian Territories as evidence.



Saturday, 1 May 2021

96. Bali Bombings

I cant remember when was the first bombing, probably in 2001? or 2002?

i remember we had just finished our dinner about 10pm that night.We were walking along the streef where the pubs, clubs and shops were located in Kuta.
We came across this open air club with loud music called Sari Club. Similar concepf like Beach Club in KL.
The club was crowded mostly with caucasians.
We spent there about 10 mins there before we left. Too noisy and too smoky for me.

Then we walked back to our hotel. When we about to reach the lobby of our hotel, we heard loud explosions.
Some guests and staff at the lobby were puzzled.We all went out to the street to see what's going on. We saw fire from afar and chaos.
People on the street were running away The traffic was congested with vehicles not moving at all as they stopped to find out what had happened. Some locals yelled "Bomb"   "Bomb".

The staff asked us not to go there and hurried us all the guests, back to  the lobby and ordered us to stay  in our rooms.
I could not sleep that night. I was traumatised. I kept thinking what if the hotel we stayed in would be the next target.

After that incident, I did not return to Bali.
After that.  2 or 3 years later,  in 2005, I went again to Bali thinking it would be safe by then because we did hear any terrorist act on that Island.
So we went again  later that year.
I was wrong. 
This time it happened again. The restaurant that I planned to go  for dinner that evening was bombed.
Again I went to Bali.My final trip to Bali was in 2008. My first and last experience fkying with Everyone Can Fly. I was stranded  at Den Pasar Airport for 8 hours. We reached KL after midnight.

Friday, 30 April 2021

95. Story of my ALS Journey

Although, I could still walk at that time but there was always uneasiness on both of my legs while walking.
Both my strength and my balance diminshes over time. 
I had problem  to stabilise myself while walking nor standing.
I had to lean on something. Like in this photo, i had to lean on my car in order to stand.

After the diagnosis, I could still drive but with my right hand manuevered the car steering while using my left hand to lift the leg from the accelerator to the brake as my thigh lost  its muscle to control the movement of the legs leaving the leg inactive to respond. 

Even in that situation, I prefered to drive my own car instead of taking public transport. It was much convenient to drive.

I was still driving until it hit me badly in late 2010. I could no longer lift my legs with my hand anymore as both my hands had weaken reaching to a point where controlling the steering with my hand had became an herculean task. 
At the same time, I was forced to use a walking stick and crutches to walk. After awhile, on top of using  crutches to walk, I needed others to help me by holding on to their arms or shoulders while walking.

In  2012,  the crutches did not do much help to me after a series of unfortunate event  of  tripping and falling  both in my personal sphere and in the public  spaces that put me into humiliation.,
After much thought of my safety, I had officially became a powered-wheelchair user and then manual wheelchair until now.
 The dramatic shift was mainly caused by Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis or Motor Neuron Disease as to some it is known as Lou Gehrig's Disease.

Tuesday, 27 April 2021

94. Visiting Orphanage Home

One day during the fasting month in 2009, I did not  know what to do during my off day on that mid-week. 
Mid morning,  I decided to go to my friend's house in Cheras to hang out with him as it was his off day too. 
I was reading the newspaper and my friend was watching tv when his housemate came home that afternoon. 

We greeted each other and I asked my friend's housemate how was his puasa. 
He told me his puasa was ok and he's back from visiting  an orphanage home nearby their area. 
I asked him what did he do  there when he visited the children?
He said he talked to them and gave moral support to the children. 

I was interested to know more and asked if I could join him the next time he's going there. 
He said he's going there again in the afternoon to buy groceries for orphanage home. 
The three of us went to the hyper-market and shared money and we bought groceries for the orphanage home. 

So after we went for shopping,  I drove my car to the orphanage home.  I really wanted to meet the children.

Unfortunately, the children were not at home.  We sent the groceries and went home.  I was a bit frustrated I did not get the chance to meet them. 

 When I was a child,  I was almost being sent away to the orphanage home if it was not because of my grandmother and my grandfather who took us in their care. 

I know a few of my family members and relatives adopted children to be part of their family members.  Some of the adoptions became family secret until years later that then I found out.  Actually I was told about it in recent years. 

My grandmother's younger sister at some point even built an orphanage home and took care of the orphans. I am not sure if the home still exist.

Thursday, 1 April 2021

93. Akie


It was Friday afternoon in 2006 or was it 2007? I remember not the exact year.  There were several people  scattered in the hall but some were strategically located on every corner of the hall.  

The hall was quiet, a pair or two of the people in the suit whispered to each other while the rest just stood at specific places observing  the hall.  
We were all waiting for the Malaysian VIP to arrive.  We were informed that the VIP was going to be late due to Friday afternoon rush hour. 

I was observing the people in the hall apart from those in the suits. 
She was looking at some paintings and some posters hanging on the wall. 
When she saw me,. she smiled at me and I smiled back at her.  
Then, she walked towards me.

I introduced myself to her and I addressed her with formality. 
"Just call me Aki',  she said casually. We had a good chat. .  She was very friendly.  She was also candid, talking about her life,  how she missed her life during her younger days. 

Among the things we talked were about her younger days on how she liked and enjoyed the night scenes at the clubs.  She even became a DJ for night clubs in Tokyo at one point in her life.
We had a nice time chatting and laughing.  I was comfortable talking to her,  felt like i have known her before. 
We chatted for about 15 mins before the guy in the grey suit who was talking to his ear piece,  approached her and said something to her in Japanese.

She waved at me and told me it was nice talking to me before she was ushered away. 
Then, came a Japanese lady in a suit  approached me and telling me in a fluent American English that I failed to follow the protocol. 
Aki Abe came and talked to me.  What was I supposed to do?  Walked away?  Ignored and snubbed her? 
Whatever it was,  I had a nice time talking to her.

Saturday, 16 January 2021

92. New Airports

It was the semester break  at the university  UIA in June 1998. A friend of mine invited me to his village in Sandakan,  Sabah. 
I agreed to accept his invitation as I had never been to Sabah before. Although I had already made another plan around that same time. 
It was a weekday on  the third week of June 1998 that we flew in to Kota Kinabalu Airport from Subang Airport as it was cheaper to fly at about midnight with MAS. 

We arrived at Kota Kinabalu International Airport past two o'clock in the morning. 
There was hardly anyone at the airport with only one counter that was opened but all the passengers walked past the counter without any immigration nor custom check.
We stayed on till 6am and alighted to Sandakan where his hometown was located. 
While in Sabah I managed to go to Sepilok, Kundasang,   Ranau and Kinabalu Park. 
I did not manage ro climb Mount Kinabalu due to poor weather condition at that time. 

On July 1, as I was going through the immigration to catch my flight,  I was detained by the Immigration for not having proper documents to fly out of Sabah. I did bring my passport to enter Sabah.  Instead I only had my IC. 
They questioned how did I get in ro Sabah without a passport. 

They could have  just stopped me when I was entering Sabah without a passport but why did they allow me to enter? I was preplexed and condused. 
They accused  me of being an illegal immigrant with a fake IC that could easily available in Sabah. I showed them my university's matric card. 
Only after I made two phone call to Sam my Sabahan friend who invited me to his hone village and another call to my lawyer friend in KL,  only then, they released me with a  stern warning. 

Upon my release, leaving the interrogation room,   my only concern was would I be able to carch my fligjt back to KL as  scheduled? Would I miss my flight to KL?  I was very nervous. 

 I ran as fast as I could to the boarding gate as my name was announced through the airport's P A systen. 
Luckily I was able to catch the flight with a slight delay. 
I reached KL that afternoon but we did not land at Subang Airpiort.  Instead we landed at the brand new KLIA in Sepang that had opened a few days earlier.  The airport was modern,  huge and beautiful with lot of greens and trees surrounding the brand new airport. 
But the system was not as beautiful as its architecture when the airport had disruption including with its Baggage Handling System causing many passengers were stranded waiting for their luggage. 

I was lucky as I had always travelled as light as possible bringing only a knapsack on my  back and a hand luggage without having to check them in. 
Off I went leaving the new airport with the concept of a 'symbiosis between architecture and the forest' but with  a few hiccups on its first few days. 

Later that week,  on Saturday July 4th, again I was at the KLIA. So many people were there.  Not just passengers but KLIA had became tourist attraction to both local and visitors to our country. 
One of the most amazing things about KLIA was that the Main Terminal Building was designed in such a way that it was an ecological infrastructure by adopting the 'Airport in the forest, forest in the airport' concept.
I was at the KLIA not just to admire its concepts but fly out of Malaysia. 

On 4th of July 1998  that Saturday afternoon,  I reached Hong Kong.  I landed at the Kai Tak International Airport in the heart of Hong Kong metropolitan, one of the most difficult airports in the world to land. 

A week later,  I was in Lantau Island,  far from  the busy bustling Hong Kong Metropolitan. I was on my way to the brand new Chek Lap Kok International Airport that was just being opened a few days earlier on a man made Island. 
A bit chaotic,  to check in and to go through the very long queu of security check took me almost three hours.   Luckily I managed to catch my flight back to KL in the nick of time.  We landed safely at KLIA in Sepang, that night. 

Within that two weeks,  I was flying in and  out through four different airport to two same destinations with both countries  having brand new aiports within a week apart of their openings from each other. 

Sunday, 27 December 2020

91. A Good Son

According  to my grand aunt Wan Cik Nab, My father was an obedient son, never argued with his mother, loved both his parent so much (although both were divorced when he was a child but he would still maintained a good relationship with both sides) including his step father. Even his step father loved him so much and not once treated him like a stepson.

My father was also nice to our extended family members to, he was always there to lend a helping hand. Occasionally, he paid them a visit. My grand Aunt Cik Nab told me.

"I could still remember,  back then,  when your father,  Talib was a staff at Lee Wah Bank in Petaling Jaya...,"she started opening the door to the past bringing me along with her, down the memory lane, reminiscing her past memories of  her encounters with my father, through our conversation that Sunday afternoon.
Although my father's formal name is Fadhilah but my grand aunt referred to him as Talib, his other name only made known and used by our family members.
 I am not sure why or what  it is for almost all the past generation of my family members,  apart from the formal names on their  i/C,  they have second names  among the family members. 
Tok Ngah Mat Noor,  Wan Muna,  Ateh Salma, Alang Ori,   Acik Keteng,  Wan Che Zora are the names known only to family members and the names in their I/C are different. 

I was thrilled listening to her, about my father's past as I did not have the opportunity to listen about his past, first hand from the man himself or perhaps, ai had wasted  that opportunity,  I remember not.

"He bought himself a nice two- door sports car. We were all proud of him that he could own such car, I could not afford the sport  car, as I had big family. The children would not fit in the car," continued grand aunt Wan Long Cik Nab eagerly.

"Did the car fit  the three of us," I asked her referring to me and my siblings.

"No, no, you and your brothers were not even born yet. He wasn't even married yet at that time. He was single, handsome and available that time," explained  my father's aunt, the first cousin to my grandmother.

"It must have been a huge deal and attaraction  to have such car back then, in the late 60 and early 70s " I quirped.

"Indeed it was! I did borrow his car sometimes and he did not mind at all'"  she said with a smile on her face.

Listening to my grand aunt, I was proud of my father.

Due to his positive and kind attitude, he was always remembered by our relatives even long after he has passed away.
Because of him, I too received positive impact of his kindness . I was well accepted by my extended family members. They had longed to meet me. But felt I had to apologize to them that they had to meet me in this condition. The weakening me. 

Wednesday, 23 December 2020

90. Lagu Dato Shake

Lagu Pulanglah dipetik dari album Bahasa Melayu Datuk Shake.  Album Kau Bungaku diterbitkan pada tahun 1982.

Pagi itu hampir 20 tahun yang lalu,  sambil berkemas sambil saya pasang lagu lagu yang malar segar. 
Lagu Alleycats seperti Gerimis Senja,  Camar yang Pulang oleh Aishah,  Peralihan Zaman nyanyian JayJay dan Dayangku Intan,  Kamelia  oleh Ramli Sarip dan lagu Dato Shake. Pulanglah
Sedih dan pilu saya mendengarkan lagu Datuk Shake berkenaan. 
Lagu Pulanglah dipetik dari album Bahasa Melayu Datuk Shake.  Album diterbitkan pada tahun 1982.

Di pertengahan lagu itu,   saya berhenti mengvakum carpet dan duduk di atas katil sambil mendengar lagu tersebut sehingga habis dan sehingga saya menitiskan airmata. 

Ketika itu sudah dua bulan saya tidak berjumpa Nenek saya. 
Saya capai telefon bimbit saya dan saya menelefon Nenek saya.  Lama juga telefon Nenek berdering sebelum dijawab. 

,"Hello Assalamualaikum Nek.  Apa khabar",tanya. saya. 
"Baru lepas solat dhuha ni. ", jawab Nenek. 

Kami berbual seketika sebelum menamatkan perbualan.  Selepas itu saya termenung.  Lama juga saya termenung  sebelum di sapa teman serumah saya yang menjengok  saya di dalam bilik tidur saya di tingkat bawah rumah townhouse yang kami sewa bertiga. 

'Kamu enggak, apa-apa?", tanya housemate saya. 
"I am ok.  I just had a phone call with my grandma',  jawab saya. 
"Cool", jawabnya ringkas sambil berlalu pergi. 

Saya pun membuat panggilan telefon jika terdapat tiket untuk pulang. 
Nasib baik ada tiket untuk pulang keesokkan harinya. 
 Sebuah kejutan untuk Nenek.  Selepas itu saya transfer semua lagu malar segar dari  komputer riba ke alat pemuzik yang bersaiz lebih kecil. 

 Esoknya awal pagi saya sudah bangun walaupun matahari sudah menyingsing waktu itu akibat perubahan cuaca. 
Saya kemas pakaian mana yang patut  dan masukkan ke dalam beg duffel yang kecil cukup untuk digunapakai sehari dua. 
Saya tiba di rumah Nenek menaiki teksi. Nasib baik saya masih ada simpan sedikit mata wang Ringgit dan boleh digunakan untuk membayar tambang. 

Terkejut betul Nenek melihat saya di muka pintu.  Hampir beliau tidak percaya.  

"Apa ni?  Macam mana boleh ada di sini?  Terkejutlah macam ni.  Ish!  Budak ni.  Takde kelas hari ini?", tanya Nenek. 

Saya terus memeluk Nenek di muka pintu..  Deras airmata Nenek bercucuran.  Sebak pula saya tengok Nenek menangis rindukan cucu kesayangan beliau. 

Saya pimpin tangan Nenek sambil kami berjalan masuk ke dalam rumah. 

'Ada tapi takpe tak banyak kelas hari ini.  Boleh ponteng sehari dua.," kata saya sambil tersengeh. 

"Jangan buat macam ni selalu.  Nanti mereka marah.  Bukan murah murah tiket kapal terbang balik Malaysia.  Jimat jimat sikit duit itu", kata Nenek. 
"Rindulah kat Nenek... hehehe", jawab saya sambil tersengih takut dimarahi Nenek. 

Saya hadiahkan Nenek sebuah bantal kusyen berbulu kambing biri-biri yang telah saya beli beberapa bulan sebelum itu. 
Seronok Nenek dapat hadiah bantal tu. Nenek gunakan bantal itu sebagai pengganti papan rehal beliau ketika mengaji/baca Al Quran

Saya makan dengan Nenek dan berbual dengan Nenek,. Selepas itu,  saya bergegas meninggalkan Nenek di rumah sebelum ahli keluarga yang lain pulang ke rumah.  Pasti saya akan dimarahi jika mereka dapat tahu saya pulang ke tanah air sebentar kerana kos perjalanannya bukan murah. 

Esoknya,  saya jumpa Nenek sekali lagi ketika tiada orang lain di rumah.  Sempat juga Nenek masakan kari ayam dan Daging ntuk saya,  antara lauk kegemaran saya sebelum saya bertolak ke lapangan terbang untuk pulang ke rumah sewa saya  untuk berehat dan menyambung menghadiri kuliah.

Dulu-dulu pada pertengahan Abad ke 20,  Moyang saudara saya mengambil masa 20 hari perjalanan untuk ke luar negara.  Manakala pada awal Abad ke 21, tak sampai sehari perjalanan  saya ke luar negara atau pulang ke tanah air. 

#coretanfuzzfadhilah
PS: Gambar diambil hampir 20 tahun lalu  ketika melanjutkan pelajaran.

Pulanglah - Dato Shake

Aku terjaga dari tidur

Bagai ada satu suara

Yang lembut membisik padaku pulanglah

Termenung dipagi yang dingin
Terkenangkan kampung halaman
Terbatang wajah wajah sayu ku rindu

Kenangan mengusik jiwaku
Berlari dipinggiran desa
Damainya di pangkuan bumi tercinta
Meskipun kini ku bahgia
Namun jiwaku keresahan

Padamu kasihku tercurah desaku
Tiba-tiba aku tersedar
Langkah kakiku terhenti
Ku aturkan jejak kembali padamu
Bersama pengalaman ini

Dewasa bersama cabaran
Akan ku curahkan padamu oh ibu
Perjuanganmu yang abadi
Akan ku teruskan semula

Membangunkan tanah pusaka yang indah
Bertapa kesedaran kini
Bumiku dahagakan baktinya
Terimalah pulangku ini oh ibu... 

89. Sponsored Breakfast

Uncle Peter in action! 
Smuggling the sponsored food to the living hall to be distributed among the residents when the staff refused to give the food to the residents because according to them,  I did not follow the procedure after my friend sponsored  breakfast for the residents this morning.
What the heck?! You want to talk  to me about  not following the  procedure???
Pordah lah...!
Thank you so much Uncle Peter.  You are the best!

After our mission accomplished,  Uncle Peter came back to my room  and continued reading his newspaper.  While reading the newspaper, he suddenly laughed and said  this.
UP: Hahahaha.... It was funny and thrilling.
Me: What is it?
UP: Just now.  I felt like a Santa Claus giving away gifts to the residents.  I was thrilled sneaking to the living room distributing the food.
  I just don't understand why didn't"t they allow it.? No harm what,  your friend sponsored the breakfast.
Finally!  No more dried biscuits for three days in a row for tea time.  Today,  it"s  kuih Nagasari for our afternoon tea.
It was served at 3pm sharp.  Not 3:15 or 3:30 like before.
This isn't about me wanting a special treatment.  I do not want to brag but I could easily order food from the outside.  Well... i have been doing it for a while.
And Uncle Peter  always has his children visiting him a few times a week bringing food for him.
This is about Dominic Chen,  Boon,  Peter Arumugam and a few other residents who pay hefty amount of money to be here and depend totally on the food served here at The Home.
They have no choice nor do they have extra money to order food from the outside.
Their rights for better choices of breakfast and tea time have been compromised.
I hope soon there  will improvements on  the menu for breakfast.

Sunday, 20 December 2020

88. Bas Dua Tingkat

Siapa pernah naik bas dua tingkat ni sekitar akhir 80an - awal 90an? 
Satu-satunya bas dua tingkat yang beroperasi di Kuala Lumpur ketika itu. 
Saya pernah sebab nak merasa naik bas dua tingkat  Ramai juga yang naik dan kebanyakan duduk di dek belah atas. 
Tangga naik ke  dek tingkat atas terletak di tengah bas berdepan pintu kedua bas.Pintu kedua di tengah.Pintu pertama di depan sekaki berhampiran pemandu. 

Saya duduk di depan sekali. Rasa macam saya yang bawa bas. 
Bas ni laluan ke Sentul.  Bas ni tak boleh lalu di bulatan berhampiran Bus Stand Klang sebab tinggi takut tersangkut.  So dia akan ousing jauh sikit.
as no 2, dari Taman Dato' Senu lalu jalan terus jalan TAR.
Sejarah SJ Kenderaan Sdn Shd
(Kredit Wikipedia) 
1959-1998: BAS SRI JAYA

Milik: SJ Kenderaan Sendirian Berhad. Intrakota Komposit Sdn Bhd (DRB-Hicom) kemudian mengambil alih syarikat bas ini pada tahun 1998.

Bapa kepada pelakon 80an  (CP) Julia Rais iaitu  Abdul Rais Yeop, adalah bekas Ahli Lembaga Pengarah Sri Jaya Kenderaan Sdn. Bhd. 

Sri Jaya ditubuhkan pada tanggal 23 November 1959, sebuah syarikat bas anak tempatan dari Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia iaitu Sri Jaya Transport Company Limited (Kemudian Dikenali Sebagai S.J Kenderaan Sdn. Bhd.) telah mengambil alih sebuah syarikat pengangkutan Inggeris, General Transport Company.
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87. Ziarah Jenazah

Pagi itu,  selepas subuh,  Nenek dan makcik-makcik saya sedang bersiap-siap setelah menerima satu panggilan telefon sebelum itu. 
Kemudian Nenek menelefon Ayah untuk memaklumkan kepada  Ayah.  Ayah ketika itu di rumah Grandpa K.  Pada mulanya,  Nenek keberatan mahu menelefon rumah Grandpa K tetapi terpaksa berbuat demikian. 

Saya hendak ikut Nenek pagi itu tetap tidak dibenarkan.  Nenek kata tak sesuai untuk saya ikut serta. 
Tapi sebelum ini ke mana-mana saja Nenek pergi, saya akan turut serta. 

Nenek memberitahu  dan menerangkan kepada saya yang ibu saudaranya, iaitu adik kepada ibunya telah meninggal dunia pagi itu. 
Nenek dan makcik-makcik perlu pergi untuk menziarahi dan memberi penghormatan terakhir buat ibu saudaranya.

  Oleh sebab itu,  Nenek tidak boleh membawa saya bersama.  Tidak sesuai.  Tidak seperti sebelum ini yang kerap kali saya ikut Nenek apabila Nenek menziarahi moyang saudara saya itu. 
Walaupun terkilan tidak dapat ikut Nenek tetapi saya akur dengan keputusan Nenek. 

Lewat petang itu,  hampir senja Nenek tiba di rumah setelah upacara pengebumian Moyang saudara saya selesai. 
Malam itu,  Nenek bercerita kepada Mak Usu saya yang tidak turut serta ikut Nenek ke majlis pengebumian.

Nenek bercerita tentang kehadiran anakanda Sultan Selangor ketika itu,  Tengku Idris Shah turut hadir mencemar duli menziarahi jenazah Moyang saudara saya serta mencemar duli memberikan penghormatan terakhir buat Moyang saudara saya. Nenek memuji Tengku Idris.
Walaupun Sultan tidak dapat hadir pagi itu, Tengku Idris telah mewakili ayahanda,  baginda.

Ketika itu,  separuh dekad kedua 1980an,  Tengku Idris menetap di Pantai Tower,  Bangsar.
Tengku Idris,  hari ini adalah Sultan Sharafuddin Idris Shah Ibni Almarhum Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Shah merupakan Sultan Selangor ke-9.

Esok 11 Disember 2020
Daulat Tuanku. Merafak Sembah dan Setinggi-tinggi Ucapan Tahniah Sempena Hari Keputeraan DYMM Sultan Selangor Sultan Sharafuddin Idris Shah Alhaj Ibni Almarhum Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Shah Alhaj yang ke-75.

Saturday, 19 December 2020

86. Bill Clinton di KLCC

Saya ke hulu dan ke hilir di ruang pameran dan jualan itu. 
Tak tahu nak pilih yang mana satu. Ada yang saya berkenan tetapi harganya terlalu tinggi.  Ada yang murah tapi tak berkenan di hati.
Tak ramai pelanggan pun ketika itu,  mungkin disebabkan baru lepas waktu makan ketika itu. 

Saya cuba mencari  jalan penyelesaian di tengah-tengah. Bentuk yang ok dan harga yang sederhana sebagai hadiah harijadi untuk kawan saya. 
Sedang saya leka membuat pilihan,   tiba-tiba meluru masuk sekumpulan lelaki berpakaian serba hitam.  Kemudiannya, dua daripada mereka berkawal di muka pintu kedai sementara yang lain lain berlegar legar dan meninjau ninjau di dalam kedai yang  juga merupakan bilik pameran. 

"Alamak!  Ada rompakan bersenjatakah di dalam kedai ni", kata saya dalam kecemasan.  Mata saya melilau sekitar kedai/ruang pameran itu mencari tempat untuk bersembunyi dan melindungi diri tetapi hampa kerana tidak ada tempat yang boleh saya menyorok. 
Saya juga kehairanan melihat penjenyah-.penjenayah berkenaan  semuanya berkulit putih.  Bangsa Mat Salleh. 

Tiba-tiba.... 

Muncul lah figura paling terkenal di dunia.  Bekas President Amerika Syarikat,  Bill Clinton. 
Beliau masuk seorang diri ke kedai berkenaan sambil tersenyum dan melambai kepada pekerja dan pelanggan  yang berada di situ. 
Ketika itu,  beliau sudah menjadi mantan Presiden.
Saya terpaku di situ melihatkan kehadiran Bill Clinton.  Bill Clinton berjalan ke arah saya dan bersalaman dengan saya  Semasa beliau berjalan ke arah saya,  sempat juga saya ambil gambar Bill Clinton  dari jarak yang sangat dekat ketika beliau berjalan menuju  ke arah saya.
  
Selepas itu, cepat-cepat saya letakkan kamera phone dan menyambut salaman beliau. Wow! Saya berjabat tangan dengan bekas Presiden Amerika Syarikat!  Macam tak percaya je masa itu. 

Sempat juga saya bertanya khabar dan tanya beliau tinggal di mana. 
"Mandarin Oriental", jawab beliau ringkas. 
 Foto close-up Bill Clinton ada sedikit goyang goyang.  

Selepas itu,  Bill Clinton ke kaunter mengambl barang yang telah di pesan. Barangan buatan dari Pewter.. Kemudian rombongan Bill Clinton bergegas keluar dari kedai Selangor Pewter tersebut. 
Malangnya,  saya seorang diri ketika itu jadi tak dapatlah nak minta bantuan sesiapa ambilkan gambar saya berdua dengan Billl Clinton.

85. Harijadi di Rumah

Dulu -dulu buat  birthday party kat rumah je. 

Masa ini sambut birthday Musa. 

Tahun 1996. Masa tu umur belasan tahun. Belum 20 lagi.
Seronok berkumpul dengan kawan kawan masa itu. Kawan-kawan sama belajar je. 



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84. Ukhwah di UIA, PJ

Gambar di ambil pada 7 November 1997 di bilik Zack di ABC,  UIA PJ menyambut harijadinya ketika itu. 

Dulu,  ketika saya menuntut di UIA, ukhwah dan persahabatan yang terjalin di antara kami begiitu kuat. 
Saling bantu membantu dan memberi sokongan sesama kami. 
Semasa di Tingkat 3, SDAF UIA Matrik,    di antara jiran-jiran yang berdekatan dengan bilik saya adalah Syahir (Econs) ,  Shahbina (HS) ,, Zack (HS) ,  Arif (Econs), Joned, (Econs) , Farid Akang (Econs) ,  Firdaus(Laws), Samree,(HS),  

Helmi (HS), Nizam Parjo (HS),  Marhailmi (HS), dan beberaoa orang lagi pebghuni tingkat 3, Blok A itu yang tak berapa ingat. 
Tiada kes atau isu di antara penghuni-penghuni bilik-bilik tingkat 3 tersebut. 

Semua ok dan baik-baik. 
Persahabatan terjalin sehingga ke Main Campus,  Petaling Jaya. 
Gambar di ambil pada 7 November 1997 di bilik Zack di ABC,  UIA PJ menyambut harijadinya ketika itu. 
Kami kongsi - kongsi duit beli kek dan buat jamuan kecil-kecilan di billk Zack di bangunan ABC. 
Happy Birthday Zack.

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83. Parti Kelas 3A2 SRP 1992

Gambar tahun 1992 di V. iKuala Lumpur

Kalau tak silap saya, gambar diambil ketika hujung sessi persekolahan. Hari terakhir persekolahan tingkatan 3 pada tahun 1992.

Kami batch terakhir ambil SRP. 
Tahun berikutnya Kementerian perkenalkan PMR. 

Dah habis semua sukatan pelajaran pada tahun itu, jadi mari kita berparti...😂😂😂

Ada yang bawa  sandwhich,  bihun goreng, , kuih-muih,  keropok dan macam-macam lagi makanan. 
Tapi yang menjadi tumpuan ramai  adalah Ayam KFC,  pizza dan kek harijadi. Makanan lain tak berapa laku sangat. 
Kami satu kelas siap jemput guru-guru ke parti kelas kami pada hujung tahun berkenaan.

Rakan sekelas turut menyambut hari jadinya yang ke-15. Lagi bertambah meriahlah parti kami!

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82. Shaukat Dedhi

Semasa saya belajar di Petaling Jaya,  boleh dikatakan saya akrab dengan Shaukat,  seorang pelajar perakaunan dari Australia berbangsa Gujerat. 
Beliau berpindah universiti kerana mengikuti bapanya menjalankan perniagaan di Johor Bahru dan di Singapura ketika itu. 

Selalu juga kami keluar merayap dan merewang ke sana dan ke mari. Selalu dia akan datang ke bilik saya dan mengajak saya keluar.  Saya pula memang suka berjalan,  jadi pantang diajak keluar, saya ikutlah. 

Adakalanya dia mengajak saya temankan dia pergi dating.
"Gila!", jawab saya.  "You berdating, I nak buat apa? Unless it's a double date", jawab saya sambil tergelak. 

Shaukat beritahu saya, kalau nak pikat makwe kena pandai menyanyikan lagu Hindustan. 
Saya beritahu dia kenapa lagu Hindustan? Bahasa Hindi pun saya tak reti. 
"It's the universal language of Love,"kata Shaukat. 

Balik dari berdating malam itu,  Shaukat datang berjumpa saya bersama hadiah.  Hadiahnya CD lagu  dari filem Pardes. 
Beberapa hari sebelum itu kami ada pergi ke pawagam menonton filem Pardes. 

Dia pasang CD tersebut suruh saya dengar. 
Dia pun turut mendengar sambil menyanyikan lagu-lagu Hindustan yang terdapat di dalam CD tersebut. 
Setelah tamat setiap lagu,  Shaukat akan menerangkan maksud setiap bait-bait lirik tersebut kepada saya. 

 Katanya akan ada lebih emosi kalau saya mendengar dengan mengetahui maksudnya.  Beria-ia dia menerangkannya kepada saya. 
Tapi yang saya ingat lagu dan lirik daripada album hanya "I Love my India,  This is  my India. "...😂😂😂

Pernah Shaukat mengajak saya pulang ke rumah ibu-bapanya di Saujana,  Johor Bahru.  Dia mahu bawa saya  berjalan - jalan ke Singapura.  Sebab saya belum pernah ke Singapura walaupun saya sudah sampai ke Bali.

Saya dan Rizal,  rakan sekuliah Shaukat bermalam di rumah keluarga Shaukat untuk beberapa malam.  Ibu-bapanya melayan kami dengan baik. Di Singapura, saya dibawa ke beberapa tempat menarik. Shaukat lebih arif sebab dia selalu ke Singapura.  Sempat juga saya membeli sehelai kemeja t Planet Hollywood. 
Seronok saya.  Itulah pertama kali saya menjejakkan kaki ke Kota Singa. 

Setelah Shaukat pulang ke Australia,  kami masih berhubungan melalui emel.  Apabila saya melanjutkan pelajaran  ke Perth, saya beritahu Shaukat.  
Shaukat menjemput saya ke rumahnya di Brisbane.  Beliau beritahu saya yang dia dan keluarganya sentiasa mengalu alukan kedatangan saya dan tidak perlu risau tentang tempat tinggal. 
Malangnya, saya tidak sempat ke Brisbane. 

Selepas itu,  kami terputus hubungan. 
Awal 2005, saya terserempak dengan Shaukat di KL berhampiran Masjid Jamek.  Tetapi kami tak sempat berbual panjang kerana masing-masing mengejar masa ketika itu kerana ada urusan. 
Semakin besar,  Shaukat ketika itu.  Tapi memang Shaukat lagi besar dan lebih tinggi daripada saya sejak dahulu lagi. 

Gambar tahun 1997 ketika Shaukat berposing di Planet Hollywood dan Raffles Hotel. 
Gambar berempat ketika sambutan Hari Jadi saya pada tahun yang sama.

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81. Tuisyen Bahasa Malaysia

Gambar Adibah Amin  pada tahun 1979 di dalam filem Adik Manja memegang watak Cikgu Bedah. 

Ketika di tingkatan dua,  Nenek saya telah menghantar saya ke kelas Bahasa Inggeris di British Council. 
Sebenarya, saya yang cari tempat belajar bahasa Inggeris itu tapi  Nenek yang tolong bayarkan yuran ketika itu.  Selama enam bulan juga saya di British  Council.  Kelasnya sekali atau dua kali seminggu,  saya tak ingat. 

Masuk British Council barulah ada keyakinan sikit untuk berbual  di dalam bahasa Inggeris dengan Nazril,  Rajvinder,  Lim Kong Tho,  Shahrizal,  Armijn yang  sememangnya berhabuk kalau berbicara di dalam Bahasa Inggeris. 

Kemudian di tingkatan Empat saya bercadang  untuk mengambil kelas tuisyen untuk mata pelajaran Bahasa Melayu sebab mata pelajaran tersebut wajib lulus dan untuk pengiraan aggregat untuk peperiksaan SPM di Tingkatan 5.
Ada  di antara kawan saya yang syorkan kami ambil tuisyen dengan Adibah Amin tetapi saya tidak ingat siapa. 

Saya beritahu Nenek yang saya mahu mengambil tuisyen untuk mata pelajaran  Bahasa  Melayu dengan Adibah Amin. 
Terkejut nenek saya.  Nenek saya cakap takkan Bahasa Melayu pun nak ambil tuisyen.. 
Makcik saya pun tak setuju  

"Adibah Amin satu nama yang gah  Do you know how much she would charge?  Mestilah mahal," kata Makcik saya. 

"Tak payahlah nak tuisyen Bahasa Melayu. Belajar sendiri dan yakinkan diri, " pujuk Nenek saya. 

"Awak tu dah ambil Tuisyen akaun dengan Datin Khoo,  antara guru tuisyen Akaun terbaik di KL ini", kata Makcik saya. 

Datin Khoo Rathimalar (kini Puan Sri) adalah isteri kepada Tan Sri Profesor Khoo Kay Kim pernah mengajar di Assunta School,  P. J.  dan telah membuka kelas tuisyen akaun ketika itu. 
 
"Tuisyen akaun takpe, tapi  Tuisyen untuk BM dengan Adibah Amin, tidak sama sekali,". kata Nenek dengan tegas. 

"Janganlah terikut terikut cara anak anak orang kaya. Awak tu bukan anak orang kaya.  Kawan kawan awak tu mampu ambil tuisyen dengan Adibah Amin sebab mak ayah mereka berduit", kata Nenek. 

"Lagipun BM,   hari hari cakap kat rumah. Berilah tumpuan semasa di dalam kelas.  Tak perlu tuisyen BM  lepas itu dengan Adibah Amin pula itu. 
Sorry.  No BM tuition for you", sampuk Makcik saya. 

Saya kecewa masa itu. 
Saya tahu Nenek saya mampu untuk menghantar saya ke kelas Tuisyen Adibah Amin itu.  Cuma saya rasa Nenek mahu saya belajar sendiri dan tumpukan perhatian di sekolah tanpa mengambil tuisyen  untuk matapelajaran B.M.

Dan saya juga berhenti kelas piano di Yamaha Music untuk berikan tumpuan kepada pelajaran. Nenek khuatir saya tidak mampu untuk menumpukan sepenuh perhatian kepada pelajaran ketika itu.  Keutamaan harus diberikan untuk menghadapi peperiksaan SPM.

Adibah Amin ialah seorang pendidik, ahli bahasa, wartawan, penulis bahasa Melayu serta bahasa Inggeris, dan pelakon Malaysia. Seri Delima merupakan nama penanya. Karya-karyanya termasuk tiga buah novel dalam bahasa Melayu bersama-sama dengan lebih kurang 200 drama radio, dan sebilangan cerpen.
Adiba Amin adalah anak kepada Tan Sri Zainon Munshi Sulaiman atau lebih dikenali sebagai Ibu Zain. Beliau tokoh pendidik dan ahli politik terkenal sekitar tahun 1948-1960an.

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80. Rakan Sekelas 1Coklat-3Coklat V. I

Gambar rakan sekelas saya diambil pada  tahun 1992.

Ada satu hari tu,  sekitar tahun awal 2000an saya rasa nak demam dan tak selesa waktu itu. 
Saya terpandang sebuah klinik di deretan kedai di kawasan tersebut. 
Saya masuk ke klinik tersebut dan disapa oleh jururawat yang bertugas bertanya jika saya mempunyai rekod di klinik berkenaan.. 
Saya jawab tidak ada "Ini kali pertama saya datang ke klinik ni", jawab saya ringkas.  Saya mengisi butiran peribadi saya di atas kad yang diberikan oleh jururawat tadi

Setelah selesai,  jururawat menyuruh saya duduk sebentar. 
Jururawat memanggil saya masuk ke bilik konsultasi doktor.

Seorang doktor berbangsa Punjabi yang sedikit  berusia berada di dalam bilik berkenaan menjemput saya duduk. 
Doktor berkenaan. membelek-belek kad rekod saya sambil tersenyum dan menyebut nama penuh saya beberapa kali. 

"Ya saya doktor", jawab saya kehairanan. 
"You were quite a naughty boy  back then.Do you remember that? 
"I bag your pardon Doctor.  I don't understand", jawab saya kehairanan. 

"Rajvinder is my son", jawab doktor berkenaan. 

Alamak,  Tergamam saya seketika,   dalam banyak banyak klinik kat KL ni,  boleh pula saya terpergi ke klinik kepunyaan bapa Rajvinder,  rakan sekelas saya dari tingkatan 1 sehingga 3.

Pernah suatu hari ketika di Tingkatan 1 pada tahun 1990, saya bergaduh dengan Raj di dalam kelas.  Tidak puas hati, selepas waktu sekolah,  ketika Raj menunggu kereta bapanya untuk pulang,  saya telah menghampiri Raj dan mengetuk bahunya dengan botol air. 

Lalu Raj bingkas bangun dan mengejar saya sehingga sebelah daripada kasut sekolah saya tertanggal. 
Raj berhenti  mengejar saya dan mengutip kasut sekolah saya. 
Saya terhencut hencut berjalan tidak stabil kerana tinggal sebelah saja kasut sekolah saya. 
Raj mengarahkan saya datang kepadanya jika mahukan kembali kasut saya. 
Sudah tentulah saya tidak akan mendekatinya. 
Saya berlari menuju ke beg sekolah Raj dan mengambil begnya sebagai tukar ganti. 
Raj membaling kasut saya ke seberang jalan ke arah bukit berhampiran Stadium Negara. Saya pula mencampakkan beg sekolahnya ke seberang pagar yang menghala ke asrama

Saya melintas jalan,  mengutip kasut saya dan beredar. 

Petang itu, sekitar jam 5 petang saya sedang menonton tv dan telefon rumah berdering dan Kak Bibah yang jawab dan berbual seketika sebelum memanggil Nenek.

Saya teruskan menonton tv tanpa menghiraukan perbualan telefon nenek sebab selalu nya makcik dan pakcik saya yang menelefon Nenek bertanyakan khabar. 
Selepas meletakkan telefon, Nenek berdiri tidak jauh dari sofa yang saya sedang berbaring sambil menonton tv. 

"Siapa yang telefon tadi,  Nek ? tanya saya. 
Nenek memandang  tepat ke arah saya dengan muka yang masam. Tanpa berkata terus Nenek beredar. 
Saya terus jadi berdebar-debar. Nak tanya Kak Bibah siapa yang telefon tadi tapi Kak Bibah tak muncul-muncul.  Dia di dapur bersama Nenek.  Saya pula tak berani hendak ke dapur. 

Malam itu,  sebelum masuk pukul 9, saya dah masuk bilik untuk tidur. Saya siap tutup lampu dan tutup seluruh badan saya dengan selimut. 
Tak lama selepas itu,  kedengaran pintu bilik dibuka. 

"Dah,  dah tak payah nak buat-buat tidur.  Ayah kamu kat depan tu nak cakap sikit dengan kamu", kata Nenek saya. 

Rupa-rupanya, petang itu,  bapa Rajvinder yang call memberitahu apa yang terjadi di sekolah siangnya. 

Ayah menyuruh saya meminta maaf kepada Raj dan bapanya.  Ayah menyuruh saya menelefon Raj masa itu juga dan dia nak dengar saya minta maaf kepada Raj di depannya. 

Saya enggan berbuat demikian.  Saya berdegil tidak menuruti arahan Ayah.
Saya beritahu Ayah yang Raj juga mencampakkan kasut saya ke seberang jalan,  jadi tiada perlunya saya nak minta maaf.  Fair and square jawab saya. 

Ayah cukup pantang kalau anak-anak menjawab cakapnya dan saya kuat melawan cakap Ayah. 
Ayah hilang sabar apabila saya tak henti henti menjawab cakapnya. 
Ayah bangun dan buka tali pingangnya dan menarik tangan saya sambil melibas tali pinggang ke kaki  saya.  Perit rasanya kaki  saya yang berseluar pendek ketika itu. 

Setelah terkena libasan tali pinggang beberapa kali,  saya merentap tangan saya dari pegangan Ayah.
 Saya berlari keliling meja makan.  Lalu berlaku lah adegan  kejar mengejar mengelilingi meja makan di  antara anak beranak. Apabila teringat balik kisah itu,  rasa geli hati pun ada.

Yang bestnya,  adik saya yang berumur 9 tahun ketika itu,    yang tadinya asyik menonton tv tiba-tiba sibuk masuk campur. 
"Biar Poji tangkap dia, Ayah. Kita kepung Abang Ngah. 
Dalam hati saya berkata, " Sibuk si Kenit ni nak masuk campur.  Asyik nak membodek Ayah saja kerja dia.  Geram betul saya dengan kelakuan dia malam itu. 

Adik saya cuba untuk menghalang saya dengan menghadang kedua belah tangannya  seperti lagak seorang penjaga gol yang cuba menghalang bola daripada masuk ke dalam gawang. 
Dia berbuat demikian supaya saya tidak boleh lari melepasinya.  
Kecik besar,  kecik besar je saya tengok adik saya ketika itu. 
Dengan sekali tolakan saja,  tersembam dia ke lantai sambil meraung kesakitan dan  menangis teresak esak. 

Ayah berhenti mengejar saya dan pergi mendapatkan adik saya yang masih menangis teresak esak sambil terbaring di atas lantai. 

'Nak jadi hero Ayah konon. Padan muka!"  kata saya kepada adik saya. 

Ayah memberi amaran supaya saya meminta maaf kepada Raj first thing in the morning di sekolah esoknya. 
Saya tak ingat saya minta kaaf atau tidak,  tapi rasanya tak.

Setelah memeriksa saya dan menulis senarai ubat yg saya perlukan,  bapa Raj memberitahu Raj masih lagi melanjutkan pelajaran di dalam bidang perubatan di unversiti tempatan.  Saya pula memberitahu bapa Raj saya sudah menamatkan pengajian A-Level saya dan menunggu untuk berlepas ke luar negara.
Bapa Raj mengucapkan tahniah kepada saya. 

Ketika saya berlepas ke luar negara dan pulang ke Malaysia setelah tamat pengajian, saya tidak bertemu Raj. 
Sehingga saya sudah bekerja,  baru jumpa balik. 

Pada 2015,  kami ada bertemu dan makan malam di BSC 
sambil mengimbau kenangan di V. i dan kami masih berhubungan sehingga ke hari ini.

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