This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! - emily dickinson -

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

new horizon

i got five A's for my peperiksaan penilaian back in 1980, the year my wife was born (talk about coincidence!). that was also the year when my sekolah produced it's first batch of five A scorers and there were six of us who scored. it was an event to celebrate because the school was just into its second year of operation and because no one scored five A's the year before. so, each one of us who earned five A's that year was awarded with a gold plated Cross pen. i was blown away because before that, it was either plastic wares or cheap storybooks for doing well in your exams.

tuition was unheard of in those days, at least in my corner of that adat perpatih state. of course, there were some extra classes held in the saturdays by some teachers but other than that, not much was done to prepare us for the big exam. for me, it was play, tv and more play. life was too exciting to be spent leafing through pages of textbooks. tv was my window to the rest of the world and play was my way of living out those things that i saw on tv. of course, it took plenty of creativity since i didn't have much but my own imagination. yet i had such a great time playing around in my mind and with friends who shared the same carefree outlook on life (was that really it? hey, we were kids!).

then, in the final year of primary school, toward the end of the academic year, i was called to the headmaster's office. well, it was actually the headmistress' office because we had a lady head. with such glee and pride i'd never before seen in her, the headmistress announced that i had received an offer from one of the most prestigious schools in the country. in those days, i only knew that i wanted to go to sekolah dato' abdul razak (sdar) because one of my brothers was there and i always thought that he was the coolest bro among the six. mrsm was good but you have to sit through an exam to be eligible and i hated exams. one of my sisters was in that school but she was smarter and could memorize dates and historcal facts better than i did. sms tuanku jaafar was okay from what i heard but i didn't know anyone who went there personally. so, sdar was forever in my mind.

but now, i was being offered a school that i never even knew existed. and it wasn't even called a school. it had the word 'college' in its name and i thought that only teachers would go to such a place. then, this 'college' had an address suggesting that it was located at the mouth of a river that would require a whole day's worth of travelling by train if i were to go there! the last time i was on a train, my family was moving back to our ancestral home in linggi from a long stay in woodlands and i was just a 21-day old baby. and to twist my already puzzled little mind further into despair, my headmistress contented that i should rightfully jump off the bridge over the linggi river should i choose to decline the offer. it seemed like a message from God Himself. whatever did i do to deserve this?

i learned much later that this 'college' was the place that schooled many many royal bloods, many related to these royal bloods and many more from well-to-do families. yes, my ancestors were from the bugis royal courts but that was hundreds of years back. they already dropped the daeng title (that or dead) and everyone had become as common as any common folk would be. somebody had made a mistake, i thought.
i learned too that the school produced many great leaders and characters who led and helped shape the country. and all i wanted to be was a zoo keeper!

right on the night before i was to be enrolled in this school, a favorite tv program, "hari ini dalam sejarah", came out on rtm1. lo and behold, the subject presented on that fatefull night was about "the malay college kuala kangsar"! i don't recall ever falling asleep that night.


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8:47 AM

Blogger naxeri said...

these spammers ought to be gagged!

11:05 AM

Blogger Camus said...


Excellent entry!

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12:51 PM

Blogger naxeri said...

Hey thanks bro!

3:45 PM

Anonymous KNizam said...

budak koleq ker ni? batch please....

3:47 PM

Blogger naxeri said...

ha ah. batch 8286. thank you for dropping by.

7:59 AM

Blogger Led said...

Wow! I never though I was in SDAR and you are hoping to be part of it. Once, I was a Sdarian, is always a Sdarian.Batch 92'6.

Please send your Sdarian brother a regards.Thanx...

10:19 AM

Blogger naxeri said...

led: in those days, i didn't hope for much simply because i didn't know much. thanks for dropping by.

11:18 AM


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