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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