01 August 2020


DOCUMENTED WORLD – My Journey
It all started in a small village in Salor, Kelantan.  By 1947 we all walk 2 miles down a dusty road to attend  our first year in  school.  Sometimes you ride pillion and on other days there is a trisha. But there never was a motor vehicle for us to ride on until we were in Std 2 when an occassional bus would take villagers to Kota Bharu town 6 miles away. The buses were not unlike the jeepneys of Manila; entrance and exit was through a rear step.  Life start at 0500 in the morning darkness, and we move about assisted by kerosene lamps.  Toilet is a basic trap in the ground affair and there is always ample supply of water .  There were 5 wells in our village of 20 houses; all 3-generation houses.  They have since grown to 100 or more houses. Fuel to boil morning coffe was derived from rubber woods,  stockpiled under the house.  Rambutan wood piles were reserved for  barbeques and burning irons.  Coconut shells madeupf the rest of fuel  materials.
We were all well shod with clogs when moving from house to well. You dare go barefooted only in the day.  Only the uninitiated move about at night barefooted in the night.  At school outdoor activities include attending to the needs of flower  and vegetable plots allocate to your team. We were given  weekly guided tours around  our school to watch birds butterflies and identify newly planted vegetation flower bearing or otherwise.  As for social groups, we have friends who joined the boy scouts, cubs or girl guides; these groups regularly attend picnic activities in the woods  just outside the school perimeter fence. 
In year 5 we  most of us moved to an Engllish school whilst the rest stayed on to complete Darjah 7 of the Malay School, the launching pad for work-life.  There was no std 8, and 9 which is the equivalent of present-day forms 4and 5.  Our first and second year in the English school was termed as Special Class 1 and 2, and our third year found us in Form 1 . This is when we merged with those that started primary school beginning Primary 1 and ending Primary 6.  It is interesting to mention that our first year in English school is all about spelling, writing, reading, and singing. The teaching of the foundation of grammar was based on a 15 page Oxford English Course Book 1. The story evolves around aman, a pan , a Gopal Singh, a Chong Beng and a Haji Hassan. The setting is around a house and a kitchen, the writer knowing very well that there are houses and kitchens everywhere. There was no mention of bicycles and cars, and electric posts as not every body then was  associated with  those items.
The journey through secondary school marked the beginning of a more interesting journey.  Here we learned about detention classes on Saturdays. No problem on attendance. Every student is within cycling distance from their homes.
The journey through secondary school takes me from  Form 1  to Form 5.  In the process, we all participated in many extra curricular team groups such as Cadet Corps, Boy Scouts,  Geography Club, Photography Club, Nature Study Club, and History  Club.  All the clubs were sponsored by the school, with an appropriate teacher nominated to guide the club members. I remember the Photography Club help members to buy cameras (about RM20.00 each), and after a short half hour club outing, the films were sent to town to be developed as negatives.  Then we members print our own pictures using the schools photographic development room.  The clubs teach us something we thought was strange. The Secretary must maintain the members register;  the treasurer  records moneys received and spent.  All these records are kept in a fresh 20 page school exercise book.  The clubmaster and even the Headmaster checks these books regularly.  All documents such as meeting agendas, minutes of a meeting are never more than one handwritten  page each. { Perhaps it was here too a few students learned to smoke in the toilet.  Their first cigarette was during one of the cycling trips to the beach about 5 miles away.}
Our best picnic programme was to Pulau Perhentian, and another more prestigious outing was to Kuala Lumpur with a free ticket and in School Cadet Uniform.  This was on the occasion of The Declaration of Independence on 31 August 1957. 
By end 1959 school days were over .  I taught as a temporary teacher for 5 months before reporting to UTM Kuala Lumpur in June 1960 for an Engineering course.
This marked a sudden changeover from a guided life at home to a hotel life, but not for long. Within a month or so I learned to guide myself. We did things that do not require much money to be spent.  There were societies to keep us busy outside study hours.  There was our Students union, and other affiliated clubs such as body building club, sports club, and music club. We organized concerts and soon inevitably, various anniversary dinner and dance sessions.  Now life outside lecture theatres and library sessions, was in full swing.  As a club officer in a sports and social club I had some exposures in organizing inter hostel competitions .  And Hari Raya CNY, Deepavali and Christmas soon became serious affairs that require detailed planning; otherwise  there would not be enough girls to dance with. By the beginning  of year 2 many students were already dating.  [You could see from their faces  that one or two fellow students had been jilted.  One coud hear stories of near fist fights] .  In the meantime academic studies fared well, what with midnight candles after lights off.
The engineering study  lands us in practical engineering work at various engineering bodies. I chose to be trained at Radio Malaysia (now RTM) and every year we spent 2 months practical training at RTM Kuala Lumpur.  This provides a good exposure to work ethics, and actual  work environment.  We mixed with all including work mates who run businesses . (Soon I got to bid for shares in a mining company.)  It was at RTM that I first learned that government engineers are capable of building up a complete audio/telecommunication system,  from  a bare building to a completed operational  studio system. Before a bare room is ready, stores were ordered from all over the world from companies such as AMPEX, Phillips etc.  Cables were laid, racks and consoles were fabricated, and soon preamplifiers, amplifiers, routers and switches were slotted in. Microphones and lights soon follow suit. Our in house carpenters soon pad all rooms with sound proof material, and hardly 3 months later  the sound studios were broadcasting programmes.   And  this facility will not be handed over to users until the “as is drawing” is ready and the commissioning protocol has been carried out and the agreed performance  criteria has been met .  The contract document stipulates for this.  One could see the face of the Project Manager when work is completed and handed over to the users.  This is a major lesson  in contract management that I learned .
These sound broadcasts were channeled  by normal telephone lines to transmitters in Kajang,  Ipoh, Penang, Kota Bharu, and  Singapore. The control room in Ipoh further channels the programmes to Kota Bharu by further use of telephone  lines . Back in Kuala Lumpur, as a back up,  RTM too set up a transmitter at the top floor of the Studio for direct transmission by microwave to her own transmitter in Kajang.  This was my first exposure to telecommunication networking  in the year 1960-1963. You manually plug in your earphone to those towns  in your network and you can converse or record anything;  and each of these control  centres are able to connect any caller to any studio room in its  particular RTM station.   (there were written rules on usage of these lines though, otherwisw there will be misuse of free long distance calls).  These intertown  telephone lines were rented from Telekom Malaysia, just as present day Telcos rent lines (or channels of multiples of thousand lines) from Telecom Malaysia. Nothing has changed much in the technical and commercial  concept of renting  government telephone lines.
       After one year full time in telecommunication environment, I answered a call  by the Government for more people to join the  military.  I joined the Army and soon by 1965 found myself in Tawau amongst  a few thousand commonwealth forces.  Henceforth beginning in Tawau I spent 10 years in practical engineering in a number of works facilities around the country,  and after a spell in post graduate studies in USA in 1975, I turned to the new job of regional control of the maintenance of army equipment.  . The I moved on to my second 10 years in engineering   My first headquarters for this new job was in Kuching.  Those years in hands on engineering gave me much exposure to  resource management ,  that includes  audit and training of skilled resources, and management of funds and  stores. 
(Basically it is budgeting with a full engineering picture of your equipmen fleet,   their life expectancy, the need to repair or renew and how much money are you willing to spend or your boss was willing to give you)(Trained personnel tend to help the Army save money through less downtime).
 Soon my second 10 years was spent in various Headquarters to be in a various teams to juggle resources and training/retraining.  Training is always number one priority in the Army or any Army for that matter.  This second 10 years was the most hectic.  You sit on various technical investigation planning boards, even on Boards of Enquiry (a legally formal body) . I myself have to go for more training locally and in UK for latest approach to design philosophy,  maintainability, productivity. We call this the middle management period.  And the third 10 years found me sitting in Ministry of Defence doing contract specifications, consultancy as well as policies.  The  3 x 10-year working span really document itself as ready for other jobs  (even though the Army thinks  it was  time to retire after 30 years service.)
By 1992 I landed with a civilian job, and a Military pension to keep me moving.
 First five years I found myself selling steel casings,  marine survey services,  cathodic Protection services,  and off-shore vessel hire services to oil drilling companies in Malaysia and Vietnam.  The oil companies taught me a good lesson in contract execution.  In a tender system bidding  amongst oil companies, bidders  are required to additionally  state in not more than half page, the most one page,  as to who by persons name and company name were likely to execute any and all parts of the orks/services within the   contract bidded , giving phone numbers and office/residence addresses, bankers name, shipping names and mill or factory names. Beautiful, I call this.  All these are read back to you  at the point of contract award.
In the next 5 years I moved to a new business line – to ICT and line communication, in short “telephony” . This is in fact related to my first job, that of sound and telecommunication engineering .By this time I ran my own business. I did my own supplier survey, then product design ,  cost it to include contingencies , and fought for a good commissioning protocol.  All these preparatory documents  were put to the  business committee, to be  endorsed and filed.  You refer  to it if contract execution  costs run into trouble. After works were delivered  Delivery Note/Invoice were signed by both parties to certify  works and services were delivered satisfactorily. This delivery note is the most important legal document
And  now  my third 5 year plus of veteran life is spent towards  Toastmasters programmes.  It is a journey within the greater journey.  Ever so often you refer to notice and Agendas. But most important of all you meet people in order toget things done.  The right way. The way that was agreed upon. Otherwise we will lose direction and nothing is achieved

 

29 September 2017

Not all blogs are famous



Not everything that happens end up in the National Newspapers or on Famous Blogs of the likes of Jeff Ooi or Rocky. There are hundreds of struggling faceless wannabe bloggers out there and we are one such. Sina Dua refers to the type of tree that grew near the school and gave its name to the place. We also have the Talipot tree that gave its name to the road passing by the school field.

I am Ismail Omar from Labok and Class of 1958. Mr Tagar Singh (Geography) was HM and Mr Kam Teck Soon was Science Master in 1958. Other teachers were DSB Malayapillai (English Language and Literature) D Gupta (Mathematics) and Hussein Mohammad (History). I was the School Captain as well as Hostel captain in 1958. There were 3 other Ismails in the Class (sons of Ibrahim who left after Form 3, of Hassan and of Hussein).

REMINISCENCE OF OUR SCHOOL DAYS AT SIC

CONTRIBUTION FROM TAN SRI MOHD ZAMAN KHAN

I was one of those boys who migrated to the then Sultan Ismail School in 1955 together with Dato Shaari, the late Mokhtar Hj Awang (Dato Shaari's uncle), the late Ramli Zain, the late Yusuff Hj Abdullah, Mohd. Yunus Amin, Nik Yusuff Nik Wan, Abdul Razak Shariff, Nawawi Sulaiman, M. Goindasamy, the late Mohammed Hj Yusuff and a few more. We were the the first batch to sit for the standard VI examination; now the UPSR. At that time there were only two secondary schools in
Kelantan; Sultan Ismail School for boys and Zainab School for girls. Zainab School did not cater for Form V. The girls from the ulu; Kuala Krai English School and Pasir Mas went to Zainab School. I now recall their names; Kamariah Mahmood and Nik Khuzaimah. 
I was lucky enough to be admitted to Form 1A together with the likes Abdullah Hj Hassan, Mohd Ali Yusuff, Dato Shaari, Mokhtar Hj Awang, Aw Eng Sun, Darus Ujang, Tengku Razak, Nik Hussein, Foo Meng How, Patrick Perera, Razak, Mah Guan Teck.

The late Darus was our class monitor. Among our teachers were Che Gu Rahim Kadir, Mr Jaccob, Bapoo Hashim, Hussein Mohammed, Mr Leong ..., Raj Kumar, Mr. Menon, Mrs Hendersen and
Mr Gupta. The headmasters were Hughes, Cartwright, Thagar Singh and Chan Meng Kee.
The late Mr Jacob was teaching us Mathematics. During algebra lesson he would not forget "birds of the same feathers flocks together. He was always dressed in immaculate white. One fine day he sat on my desk and it happened that he parked himself on my pen and there was a blue patch you know where la. When he moved away the class started laughing and he realised that his trousers spotted blue, He was quite angry and asked the monitor, my good friend Darus "Monitor is he a good boy?". Darus played a joke and retorted "No sir. He is a baddy boy." I was rewarded with spanking from him. When the class told him that I was a good boy Mr Jacob just smiled. He was helpful to all of us.

Che Gu Bapoo Hashim let me be honest was the most hard working and caring teacher. His quarters  was close by the hostel and he would come round during prep to check on us and helped us with our studies. If he were to catch you playing around he would give you a pep talk. Every Saturday the girls from Zainab School would come to our school for science class as there was no laboratory at their school. We hostel boys would ambush them by whistling and what not. They would park their bicycles close the dorm and some naughty hostelites would give comfort to frogs and at times the harmless green snakes on their bicycle bags. After class they would innocently open the bags and the frog or the snake popped up. Imagine the noise - the cry and we would laugh.
On one occasion Mr Bapoo assembled all of us and gave a pep talk. He ended by saying something to the effect "Well. If you are not naughty like that you all have not grown up the proper way." He told us to stop the prank. I think we did. However, we continued to play monkey by teasing them from the windows. Cheap thrills.    

Mr Bapoo was also our Scout Master. He would always take us to Kijang Camp during weekends and we would be looking forward to it. Looking back scouting equipped me with sense of camaraderie, discipline, loyalty, helpful and caring.
Mr Bapoo was like a father to a lot of successful students of his. Some of them would not fail to visit him during balik kampong.

Mr Rahmat Hussein was also scout master and like Bapoo was very caring.
Che Gun Hussein Mohamed who taught us history was just the like of Bapoo and Rahmat. When I went to China to attend a conference his daughter who was a senior officer with our Embassy waited for me. I could not recognise her. When the embassy was told that I was coming she personally received me at airport and that surprised the Chinese Officials and I was accorded a special treatment. She had told her father that I was coming and the father must have given her a good impression of his student who used to steal papayas from the back of the house.
Mr D.S.B Malayapillay taught us English Literature. He is known to some us by different name as he used a car with strange name. In fact at the time his was the only car by that name. After leaving school I have never met him. A few years ago Eng Sun gave me his number. When I asked him
if he remembers him his reply was "Why not. You were the only one who scored A in the English Literature." It was Macbeth.

You will recall Mr Kam Teck Soon who taught us Chemistry. He too used to pop in at the hostel to check on us.

Dato Shaari mentioned a teacher who taught us English ; "I kicked the wall."
Well he was the one who was trying to get to say the "volleyball " properly. When he uttered the word he did not say V. Instead he uttered "wollyball".
If you all recall a teacher who used to return late to the hostel. As he walked to the dormitory's C bathroom his exhaust misfired. On one occasion some body played prank; a bucket of water was placed at the swing door and when he pushed the door he was splashed. He walked on and said "bastard". Nothing more.
Do you all recall the tiffin carriers on the table - the lunch for the teachers. Some us would wait and if the teachers did come back by say 3.30 pm those tiffin carriers would be emptied.
After leaving SIC in 1959 I was admitted to Form VI at the Victoria Institution. Those days there was no Form VI classes on Kelantan, Trengganu and Pahang. For admission one has to have a good grade in the Entrance Examination.

I was offered a place in Penang Free School. However, at the invitation of Dr. G.E.D. Lewis, the HM of VI I switched to VI. It was a coincidence. I was the captain of SIC Rugby Team. In 1959 the first Combined School Rugby competition was held at the Merdeka Stadium. SIC representing Kelantan Combined School went the final against Perak . Perak Team comprised of boys from the Malay College, Anderson, and KGV Taiping. Everybody, including our teachers predicted we would be trounced. No. We put a good performance and was beaten 6 points to five. We scored a try and converted. Those days a try get 3 points and a conversation 2 points. Perak scored through 2 penalties. The last penalty was just 3 mins before time. At the end of the game Dr Lewis approached Mr Henry Perera wanting speak to me. When I was asked I told Lewis that I would be joining PFS for HSC. He invited me to VI and pointed at the clock tower of the school. I was reluctant. However, Mr Perera and Ariffin Baboo, a PFS old boy and Mr Sidique Merican all encouraged me to join VI saying that it was an elite school. I gave a nod.

At SIC I was made prefect in Form IV together with Abdullah Hj Hassan. In 1959 I was a deputy head boy to Abdullah as the head. I was the Cricket Captain as well the Rugby Captain.
THE SIC HOSTEL MASTERS

By Dato' Shaari Mohd Noor

A teacher was tasked to reside in the hostel in order to supervise the hostellites assisted by hostel Prefects. Since the teachers quarters attached to the hostel building came with extra rooms a couple more bachelor teachers were housed there with the title Asst Hostel Masters.They were from the West Coast having 'graduated' from Malayan Teachers Colleges in the United Kingdom, something to look up to with awe at that time. Their rooms were directly opposite our Day Room used for our prep. One night the music from their room was so loud thus disturbing our studies. Getting fed up one of the students flung rambutan skins right into one of these teacher's room. This angered them.

Subsequently a hostel assembly was called and we all were given verbal thrashings. One of the Asst.Hostel Masters even challeged the thrower of the rambutan skins to a fight. But no one responded though after the assembly the particular student, a body builder, informed us with glee that if there was a fight that teacher, a skinny fellow, would be flattened like roti canai from the Kedai Junction!

The writer would not blame this particular student because these couple of teachers, young as they were too, liked to display their arrogance and looked down upon us as if we just came from Lojing !

THE WALKING TIFFIN CARRIER

Those particular teachers supplemented their hostel food with outside ones sent up in tiffin carriers. One of them gave a standing instruction that if he did not return from his usual outing by 9 pm. the students could eat his share. So, one night he returned looking for his tiffin carrier. As it was already 9.30pm  the students naturally took possession of the food. Before they could share the 'loot' they could see that the teacher was running amok....there began the passing of the tiffin carrier from one scared fellow to another  ...until a cheeky fellow plonked it into a Prefect's room.That poor Prefect had a lot to explain to this teacher.

WRITER'S PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

It was Chinese New Year and one of these teachers was presented with bottles of beer by his friend. As he was about to finish his drink outside his room I happened to pass by whereupon he ordered me to wash his beer mug. I hesitated while being apalled at the fact that strong drink could find its way into educational institution. But since he threatened me I had to obey him..

In another instance after delivering a message from my class teacher to another teacher un another class. ..as I exited the class and forgetting to close its door this teacher (not the Asst Hostel Master) shouted at me in a thunderous voice that could bring the roof down: "Close the door you MANNERLESS IDIOT". In later years one of my friends told to me to forgive him. YES I DO AND I DID. But to forget is a bit difficult.

PROLOGUE

The last paragraph is just a few instances of a few teachers only.Let be remembered that MOST of our teachers in Sultan Ismail College were a dedicated lot with some of whom were like fathers to us. Without their unselfish guidance we would not be where we are today. They were the real 'kingmakers'. I call upon Muslim friends to recite Alfatihah......to those Muslim teachers who have left us. May Allah reward them with His Blessings and place their souls amongst the solehin. Ameen Ya Rabbal Aalameen.

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