My Teen Years - 1977

Stage act "The Kedekut Chetty" - myself (white coat), Karunamurthy (left) and Rajisvaran (seated).

The School Band - 1977. Me, sitted, 5th from right.

School Orchestra - 1977. Me, standing back row, 4th from left.

When my dad passed away in the end of 1976, that was a very sad moment of my life. I felt I had lost someone whom I could refer to for guidance. Fortunately, my mother gave me the encouragement to carry on with my life. I also had a few good friends who also helped me in cheering me up.

When the LCE results were out, I was really happy because I did very well in the examination. At the start of our new school year in 1977, all the boys were still formed into their previous Form Three classrooms first. That was because the school needed a few days to assign the students for the streaming into Science or Arts classes. When the list was ready, I found that I was to go to Form 4 Science 3 class. A few boys who were assigned to the Science Stream requested to be changed to go to the Arts Stream. A few of them were successful. A few others applied to go to other schools, such as the Technical Schools or Sekolah Tunku Abdul Rahman at Ipoh. I applied to go to the Royal Military College but was unsuccessful. So, I decided to remain in the Science Stream and at King Edward VII School.

So, of we went to report to our Form 4 classrooms which were at the Sheffield Hostel block. The building was named as such because it was the hostel for students during the early years of the school. The Sheffield Hostel still stands to this day. There were a number of transfer students from other schools in Taiping district as far as Sungai Kerang.  Some of the new boys were from the Thomson Road Secondary School (renamed as Sekolah Menengah Darul Redzuan). One of them became my good friend. His name was Loh Cheng Kiat from Pokok Asam.

Our class master was Mr Liew. He was a friendly teacher who taught us Geography. Mr Liew was also the gymnastics team coach. I still remember most of the good teachers – Mr Lee Yoke Beng (Biology), Mr Lim Eng Kiat (Physics), Ms Tulasi (Mathematics), Mr Foo Eng Guan (English) but forgive me,  I could not remember the rest. One teacher we boys dreaded most was our Chemistry teacher, Mr  Yow. He was a very temperamental man and liked to give students bad names. Such name calling would land any teacher in trouble in today’s schools. However, those days us boys just let it pass (Mr Yow did land into trouble a few years later when he called a student “mamak tongkang”. That boy challenged him to come out of the class. Of course, he dared not and the matter was reported to the Principal, Mr Long, who gave Mr Yow a stern warning).

A few weeks went by and we noticed one of our classmates appeared to be “uninterested” in class. Lim Meng Yew was present in class but his mind was elsewhere. Then, he informed us that his uncle had made arrangements for him to continue his schooling in the United Kingdom. Lim would be leaving for England in a few weeks. So, we boys planned to have a farewell party for Lim at his parent’s house. Unfortunately, I did not go to the party because my mother did not allow. (It was many years later I met Lim again).

While I was still an active member of the School Band, Loh Cheng Kiat stories of his scouting activities aroused my interest. More so, in 1977, he was amongst the few Scouts from our school who was selected to join the Malaysian Contingent to attend the Indonesia’s Scouts National Jamboree. I joined the Scouts troop which caused some disagreement with my School Band Master, Mr Ng. “Why do you want to join the Scouts? How would you divide your time between the Band and the Scouts?”, he asked. I explained that while my heart was with the School Band, I would like to explore what the Scouts experience could give me. I made a commitment that I would attend the Band practices on Wednesday and attend the Scout meetings on Saturday. However, I spent more time with the Band whenever we were to perform, such as our Annual Sports Day or Pesta Taiping. By this time, I was appointed as the Lead Trumpets and Bugles section. I was responsible for the boys training and performance.

As a Scout, I attended the Malaysia-Thailand Border Scouts Jamboree which was held at Alor Setar, Kedah. Had a jolly good time and made many new friends.

Have you ever had pen-friends? Youngsters nowadays might not know what pen-friends mean. Before the age of internet, email and facebook, the older generation had pen-friends. I started to have pen-friends since I was fourteen years old. The first two were from England, Jeanette Vivien Stray and Julie Owens.  By this time, I was still in correspondence with Jeanette and Julie but I would like to have Malaysian pen-friends. What did I do? I submitted a picture and  a few required information to a local music magazine. A few months later,  I received several letters, from a few girls and boys. My mother got concerned because I was writing letters more than I studied.

 

As for my studies, I was struggling with all the Science subjects, more so with Chemistry, mainly because of that temperamental  Mr Yow as our teacher. A few boys just dropped that subject and focused on Biology and Physics. Anyway, most of the boys were quite relaxed as regards to study because there was not any major examination for us that year. I did shared my worries with a friend of another class, Razif. He proposed that I joined him for tuition classes for the Science subjects with him. The tutor lived a the government quarters somewhere along Jalan Istana and the fees were RM50 per subject. That means a total of RM150 per month. I was already paying for my Mathematics tuition for RM80 per month and I felt I could not burden my mom for another RM150 more. Therefore, I just tried to study by myself and asked my classmates if I did not understand. For the final year examinations, I did well in all other subjects. I managed to pass Biology and Physics but failed in Chemistry.

 

My 16^th birthday was a quiet affair. No big parties to celebrate my “sweet 16”. My mom gave me a Happy Birthday card and RM50 as a present.

(Next – 1978).

Back To Taiping For Nephew's Wedding 18 Nov 2012

Made a trip to Taiping for my nephew’s wedding held at a community hall at Taman Seri Kota. I met my old cousins whom I have not seen for many years. In the group picture with my brother Monty, are the sons of my late uncle Ayah Chik Zainal Abidin (who was known to all the late uncles and aunties as John or Abang John).

I also took the opportunity to re-visit Jalan Padang and the spot where we boys and girls crossed the railway track to go to school. The crossing is not there anymore because of the double tracking project. So were the squatter houses by the rail tracks.

The area around Jalan Padang, where the government quarters stood, now looks more like a jungle. The football field has all been grown over by shrubs and trees. Only the Kempe Club still stands.

My wife and kids could not believe that people used to live in that area and the adventure of crossing the railway tracks on the way to and from school.

New Train Station being built, next to the present "old" one.

I am 51 Today!

Woke up today and wham!....I am 51years "young" today. Wow! I really feel old. When I gave a Happy Birthday greeting to  my daughter, Nur Amalina, last night (she is also an 8th November baby), I still felt normal. Today? Oh No!.....I am 51 already......

Celebrate? hmm.....time is running and I got to chase my dreams quicker.

Happy Birthday to Me!

My Teen Years Part 1 (1974-1976)

Class 2A2. Me, from top, standing row 2, third from right. Class Teacher, Mr Hwang.

Now, we come to my teen years. Ah! My wonderful teen years. This was the time when we were most exploring, inquisitive and precocious.

Remember those years (1970’s) when we had to sit for an assessment examination to determine which secondary school that you could go to (similar to today’s UPSR in Primary 6)? Those days, we had to sit for this examination in Primary 5. Even though I passed all subjects, I did not score any A’s. By end of Primary 6 (1973), I was handed a slip by the school’s office to report to the Lower Secondary School, Thompson Road, Taiping (near Aulong) the next year. Since the school was located quite near to my house, I was quite happy. However, when I informed my mother about it, she was not very pleased. She urged my father to make an appeal that I be transferred to a better school.

So, my dad made an appeal with the District Education Office and in 1974, I was to report to the King Edward VII Secondary School, Taiping (Dad’s former alma mater). On the very first day of school, my dad and I was directed to the Afternoon Session Senior Assistant’s office to hand in my form to be admitted into the school. The Senior Assistant, Mr Thong, gladly accepted the form and had a short chat with my dad. Dad got up and went back to work. Mr Thong took me to my class which was Form 1A2. The class had about 30 over boys and most of them were the Hostel Boys, except for 6 who were not. Many of my friends from KE VII Primary School (1) were in the other classes. Since I was in the class together with the Hostel Boys, I was mistakened as one of them by some other new friends and teachers.

(I found out later that Mr Thong was the father of my friend, Thong Chee Meng).

 The Hostel Boys were one year older to me because they had to attend one year Remove Class to learn the English Language. These boys came from other primary schools in Perak based on their good results achieved in the Standard 5 Examinations.  Generally, most of them were friendly but one or two of them just like to pick on me. They had the impression that since my dad worked in the hospital, I came from a wealthy family. In my first few days of school, my new geometry set was stolen from my school bag. I dared not ask my dad for another new one, so, I resorted to using an old set of my brother’s (Mahathir had passed his MCE and had gone to KL to work). I used that old geometry set right up to my Fifth Form in 1978. Our class teacher was Mrs Gomez who taught us History. She mesmerized us with her stories of her visit to Greece, about the Parthenon and other historic sites. Another notable teacher was Puan Nor Azwa who taught us Bahasa Malaysia.

I travelled to and from school by a school bus, just as ever since my primary school days. The bus drivers were two Chinese brothers, which I remember one of them called Ah Ba. The elder brother drove the medium sized school bus while the younger brother drove the van. Their family lived near Jalan Padang and also ran a curry mee and ice kacang stall there. This stall was a favourite hang-out spot for students who lived in Asamkumbang. We would stop there for ice kacang or lai chee kang after school or on Saturdays after extra-curricular activities.

I was not active in any sports nor involved in any societies, so, my Form 1 year was rather quiet. However, it was compulsory for all students to participate in sports representing their various Houses (or Colours) and the Annual Cross Country. Then, came the School Annual Sports Day and I saw the first appearance of the School Band performing. Hey, I thought I could do that. One afternoon, the band teacher, Mr Ng Peng Khoon came to my class announcing that the Band was recruiting new members for the next year. Well, I signed up.

I have a “secret” tale that I have not told anyone, well, except to my kids perhaps. It was during my first year in secondary school that I went to watch a cinema show by myself. A schoolmate of mine, Aziz Hamdan, asked me to watch a war movie “The Longest Day” which was being screened at the Cathay Cinema. We agreed to see the show on a Saturday at 10.45 AM.  What reason did I give to my mother? I told her I had to go to school library to study with my friend.

 

I entered my second year in KE VII Secondary school in the class of 2A2 in 1975. The main historic event of that year was the fall of South Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos to the Communist regime. Before that, the Vietnam conflict could be watched on the TV nightly news. About the TV, back then, there were only two channels (RTM1 And RTM2) and viewing times began in the afternoon until mid-night. The only other program shown during the day was the TV Pendidikan which was on RTM2. Those days, TV sets were black and white screen only (colour TV sets only came in 1979).

 

The boys who sat near me in class were Arjan Singh, Wong Tat Weng and Rajisvaran. Our class teacher was Mr Hwang who taught us Commercial Studies. Our Bahasa Malaysia teacher was Cikgu Razak (who also taught Arts).

My first year with the Band. Me, sitting, second from right (beside senior Zul).

 

This was the year I joined the School Band. The Band practices were on Wednesday afternoon and Saturday morning. Before we could play any instruments, we were taught how to march by three senior cadets from the School Army Cadet Corp. It was only in the second month we were allowed to practice on the instruments of our choice. We had to share the instruments then because there were not many of them. There were 5 side drums, two tenor drums, one base drum, a pair of cymbals, ten flutes and 10 bugles. I chose to play the side drums at first but switch to join the bugles section afterwards.

 The senior buglers were Zulkifli and Yusri (Yusri died later in that year in a motor vehicle accident in Matang). We were taught how to play the bugle using proper breathe, lips and tongue technics.  We practiced hard to perform in the Annual School Sports Day. Hence, on that Sports Day was the first real activity that I performed with the School Band. I felt very happy in spite of the limited songs that we could play at that time (they were all marching tunes). As for uniforms, we wore batik shirts of various designs.

Other than the school band, I played rugby and ran in the Cross Country for my House – Raffles.  I was not that good but it was compulsory for all boys (unlike today) to participate in some sports activities (except for students who were physically challenged).

Class 3A2. Me, sitting, first from right. Class Teacher - Mr Nadesamy with Principal, Mr Long Heng Hua.

 

In 1976, I began my third year in the Secondary School in Class 3A2. It was an important year for all of us because there was a big examination, the Lower Certificate of Education (LCE). Our class teacher was Mr Nadesamy who was our School Scout Master. Mr Nadesamy was transferred from another school, the LSS, Thomson Road (the school which I was originally assigned to go in 1974). He taught us Integrated Science. Other notable teachers were Mr Avtar Singh (Bahasa Malaysia), Puan Azizah (who recited History by heart) and Miss Beh (English). Most of the boys would remember Miss Beh because she was the most beautiful young teacher at that time.

This was year that I began to ride my Chopper bicycle to school. I also attended tuition class for Mathematics in Kamunting (at my friend, Rajisvaran, house. His father was my Maths tutor).

1976 School Band. Me, sitting, first from right.

The early days of the School Orchestra. Me, marked by arrow.

Through the weekly practice, I found that I began to improve my skills in playing the bugle. After senior Zulkefli left for the UK, I became the Senior for the Bugles Section. When the first trumpet arrived, Mr Ng picked me to learn to play the trumpet and to teach the others. It was in 1976, the School Band received new instruments like trumpets, trombones and clarinets. Our uniform was a standardized Batik Shirts with white long pants. We also had a music coach from Ipoh, Mr Kong (the late Mr Kong also taught the Hua Lian (private) School Band). All these were contributed by the Old Edwardians Association. That year’s Sports Day, we performed brilliantly with a simple formation and new repertoire. My mom and dad was in attendance with my little nephew, Izzmi. The School Band was also invited to perform at the KE VII Primary School Sports Day and the Pesta Taiping.

I could not remember  exactly which year but we had lost one teacher who died of stroke. He was Mr Francis Chang, our Sports Teacher. He was remembered for riding his Lambreta on the school field.

I also realized that I was improving in my cross-country runs. I began to earn points for my House which I could not do before. The cross country runs were held at the scenic Taiping Lake Gardens. The children playground at the foot of the District Officer’s hill was the Starting and Finish points. After the cross country runs, some of us would adjourned to our friend, Malik, house near the Pejabat Penghulu Taiping.

Geography Society visit to Butterworth Port. Me, wearing cap,

The Lower Certificate of Education examinations came and most of us sat for the exams at the School Hall. When all exams were over, some of the boys celebrated our “freedom” at the Asamkumbang ice kacang stall.



Dad's 60th birthday in 1976. One month before he passed away. Me, standing behind Dad.

 November 1976 was a sad time for me. That was the year my father passed away due to a heart attack. Just a month after his 60^th birthday and at my age of 15, I had lost my father. It was my good LCE results that helped to cheer me up a bit. I also had my mother’s encouragement and support from several good friends.

 

Cameron Highlands - Damaged By Human Greed

Sad to read in the news that the Cameron Highlands has been "raped" again by illegal land clearing. I worry that if such acts continue, then, Cameron Highlands will lose its charm as a cool, clean and prestine place for people to go for holidays.

It seems that the several departments and authorities that are responsible for the management of the area are just not responsible enough.

Pity because if these "rapes" keep going on, the damage will not be easy to fix and we will all lose this once beautiful highlands resort.

OE KL Reunion Dinner 2012

The Old Edwardians Kuala Lumpur held its reunion dinner at ZamZam Arabic Restaurant in Shah Alam on 13 Oct 2012.

I was not sure to attend earlier because I thought it would clash with my company trip to Jakarta. Fortunately, the company trip had its date changed thus allowed me to attend this dinner.

My neighbor, Sanuddin, who is my senior at school, offered to pick me up so that we could go together.

The class of MCE 1978 batch, coordinated by Mohamad ZamZam (no relations to the Restaurant) had managed to gather 16 names to attend (including myself). However, two could not turn up due to other appointments.

 

 

This time, there were four first-time attendees – Shaheri, Guna, Dr Yusof and Roslee Yusof.  I have not met this fellows since we left school in 1978 (except Guna who I had not met since 1982).

 

 
Entertainment was by a band from Seremban Police (courtesy of SAC Huzir) and a few members took up the challenge to sing a few songs.

 

All in, it was good to be able to meet up with old friends and to talk about old times.

 Hopefully, we will be able to meet again next year.

 

My Childhood Years 1961-1973

I was born on 8 November 1961 in the town of Taiping, Perak. I was the youngest child of seven siblings (4 boys and 3 girls). I vaguely remember my early childhood. Most of the memories are just fuzzy. However some are quite clear. Fortunately for me, my dad was an avid photographer. Therefore, I was able to save quite a number of the old pictures of myself and my family.

 

In 1961, we were staying at the Prisons Department Medical Staff Quarters, which was situated at Museum Lane. These quarters were located behind the Taiping Museum. The Prisons Department staff quarters were also located nearby and still in existence today. However, our old wooden quarters were demolished and a newer building was built in its place.

 

As I remember, there were still quite a number of British families (members of the Army and some other government departments) living in Taiping in that period. One or two of them were close family friends. One would see the “Orang Putih” playing golf at the old golf course near the Lake Gardens, their children playing at the playground or up in the Maxwell Hills. As the years passed, the “Orang Putih” just seemed to have gone from Taiping. My little mind did not realize, at that point of time, that after Merdeka, the British were leaving Malaya (later, Malaysia in 1963), except when we went to Penang. The “Orang Putih” was quite easily to be seen (the Australians from the RAAF Butterworth).



WIth brother Mahathir, at Taiping Prison Medical Staff quarters.

 

My dad was posted to the Bagan Serai Government Clinic which I remember a little bit. It was a two-storey building where the clinic was downstairs while we lived upstairs. The building was half-brick and half-plank. It was while in Bagan Serai, that my eldest sister (El-aisha) got married to a man named Ishak (we address him Yeop). Yeop Ishak was a Settlement Officer with the Kedah State government. On their wedding night, there was like a “ballroom” atmosphere with the ensemble from the Taiping Prisons Department playing.

Kindergarten sports day.

From Left - Me, Mustaza, Norliza.

I went to the kindergarten at the Treacher Methodist Girls School in 1967. I and a few kids, rode the trishaw for transport. Those days, there were not many motor cars on the roads, so riding the trishaw was safe. The trishaw men were either Pak Hassan or Pak Kassim. We were then, staying at a rented house at Jalan Beringin, Asamkumbang. This house was later owned by Cikgu Nor Azwa. It was probably in this year that my family went to Cameron Highlands (my first trip ever). Since all of us could not fit into dad’s car, brothers Muhandes and Monty went by bus. Sister Eleanor, brother Mahathir and I went by car with mom and dad. We stayed at a local hotel in Brinchang for two nights. The nights were really cold and the mornings very misty. On our return trip, dad’s car brakes was failing. He had to use the hand-brake whenever we took the corners (this was the old Tapah-Cameron Highlands road. The car was an old Ford station-wagon).

Family Pic (1966) at Jalan Beringin house.

 

In Cowboy outfit, at Jalan Beringin house.

 


Class Standard 1A 1968. Me, sitting first from left.
 

In 1968, I started my primary education at King Edward VII Primary School. Transport was by car driven by Chor Esah. At this point of time, my dad was posted to the Lumut District Hospital.  We had moved to another rented house at 76, Creagh Road.  Our immediate neighbors were an Indian family (Mr and Mrs Pillay) and a Chinese family, whose eldest son I remember, we called Ah Too. The Pillays had a cute little puppy named Whiskey.

House 76, Creagh Road, Taiping.

249, Jalan Harapan

 

In 1969, we moved to the house which my dad had bought through the Malay Housing Cooperative. It was situated at Jalan Harapan, Asamkumbang. The land was a former tin mine and I remember I saw the earthworks being done while we were staying in Jalan Beringin. I was then into my second year of primary school. During this time, the siblings who were still in the house was my third sister (Eleanor) and my two elder brothers (Monty and Mahathir). My eldest sister (El-aisha) was already married and staying in Sungai Petani, my eldest brother (Muhandes) was working with a bank in Kuala Lumpur and my second sister (Eliza) was a nurse in Johore Bharu. Sometime in May of that year, I was told I did not have to go to school. I asked why and my mom told me there was a curfew. Curfew? I did not understand the word at that time. My dad told us we must keep all doors and windows closed and stay indoors at all times. My dad was working at the Taiping District Hospital and he could still go to work (Only the essential government services were working while all other activities were closed). My dad had a big red-cross sticker pasted on his Honda motor-cycle (dad could not afford to have a car then and those days, our medical services had red crosses before the change to the red crescent). The red cross was to indicate that he was working with the Taiping District Hospital in case he was stopped by police patrols. On several occasions, he was transported by the hospital van with police escort.



My eigth birthday flanked by Mahathir's friends.

 

I think I did not go to school for at least two weeks. From the TV, I learnt that there were some troubles in Kuala Lumpur and the army was called in to help the police to regain security. Since we could not get fresh food, we had to eat rice and tinned sardines every day. My dad had always stocked up a lot of canned sardines and beans. Probably because he and mom had bitter experiences of the Second World War and the Malayan Emergency (Presently, I too would ensure there is sufficient stock of canned foods in my house, at least to last five days). Anyway, when the curfew was lifted, I was really glad to be back at school. We boys shared our experiences of what we did when we were just “stuck” inside our homes. As for me, those two weeks were spent on playing toys.

Another significant event that happened in 1969 was the Apollo 11 landing on the moon. My dad had bought a special pictorial magazine printed by LIFE Magazine. Over the years, the magazine had become tattered and was lost. Could be very valuable if I had kept in mint condition.



Standard 2A 1969. Teachers Mrs Kong and Mrs Dilip Singh
Me, standing, back row, second from right.

 

In 1970, my second sister (Eliza) got married to a navy officer named Abdul Khalid. The wedding was considered a grand Malay wedding with the Navy officer sword-bearers forming a “gateway” for the bride and groom when they arrived. Many friends and relatives gathered at our house for the khenduri (feast) during the day and night.

Family photo (1970). Me, sitted in the center, between Mom and Dad.

It was in the same year, I got mumps which caused my face to look funny. This sickness was called "Bengkak Cantik" in Malay. My mother applied some foul smelling concoction on my face and I had to wear a necklace. I must have been a away from school almost two weeks and I missed being present for my class photograph. Only one classmate asked my dad about me. He was Looi Kwok Choong. His dad owned a licensed liquor shop and the only shop that pumped Esso petrol.
 

 

In 1971, dad bought me my first bicycle. I could not remember the brand but the bicycle could be folded into two. Since I was a little boy of 10 years of age, that bicycle was little bit tall for me to ride. It took me quite a while to learn to ride that bicycle. I fell on a few occasion on the grass compound of the house. Eventually, I was able to ride the bicycle with confidence.

My eleventh birthday. From left - Elaini, me, Izurina and Shaiful. My nephew and nieces.

Class Standard 5A 1972. Teacher - Mr Ong Chuan Keng.
Me, squatting, second from right.

My dad went for his Haj in 1972. He went to Mecca with the Tabung Haji Medical Mission. For the trip, he was to board the ship, Malaysia Kita, from Penang (those days, Haj pilgrimage was  transported by two ships chartered from Hong Kong – named Malaysia Raya and Malaysia Kita). This period, only my brother Mahathir was staying with me and mom. All the rest was already working in Kuala Lumpur. Dad was away for the Haj for more than a month. As for provisions, kedai Ah Leng would sell fish, meats and vegetables using a bicycle. Later, he employed an Indian boy name Ganesan to do that. As for groceries like rice, flour and sugar, mom would telephone Kedai Noor Ghanie in Taiping and the goods delivered by tricycle. I also remember, there was one Pak Cik who sold chicken eggs using his Honda motor-cycle. The eggs were stacked neatly in the basket carrier on the motor-cycle. I was happy to meet my dad when he arrived at Penang port from Mecca.

 

My mom went for her Haj in 1973. I remember the day we sent her to board the ship, Malaysia Raya, at Penang Port. My mom went to Mecca with an aunty whom we called Wan Gayah. Before the departure, we had stayed at her daughter’s house (Kak Za and husband, Abang Baharin) near Paya Terubong, Penang. While my mom was away for her hajj, dad took care of brother Mahathir and me. Who did the cooking for us? This was quite fuzzy but I think we had a maid who stayed with us back then. Those days, kampong girls were willing to work as maids (before factories began to employ them in droves). As for washing clothes, we had an Indian woman whom we called Tanggachee who came once in two days to help wash and iron our clothes. Tanggachee had worked with us for many years already. Her husband was our gardener and he also worked as the hospital general labourer. For my mom’s return trip, I did not go to Penang to meet her since I had to go to school. So, I was only able to meet my mom when I came home from school.

 

Class Standard 6A 1973. Teacher - En Ahmad Taridi.
Me, standing back row, first from left.

 What about dad’s uniform? Since dad’s uniform required to be washed and starched, his uniform was sent to a Chinese dhobee service. I am sure the older generation remembers how the starched uniform looked like and felt. The pants were hard stiff that they could be made to stand by themselves.

 

I reached my twelfth birthday in November 1973. A small party was held attended by mom, dad, brother Mahathir, sister Eliza and her two children (Elaini and Ezham) and my nephew Shaiful ( sister El-aisha’s eldest son). My dad had bought for me my second bicycle, a Raleigh Chopper. Those days, a Chopper bicycle was really a big deal for a present. I was truly joyed to get that bicycle which I had owned right up until I started working in the 1980’s. What happened to my older bicycle? It was given to my nephew, Shaiful.

 

 

 

 

Thus we reached the end of my childhood stories. To be continued – My Teen Years, next episode.