My long lost friend is no more.

 Sat 29.3.2025

Brigadier-General Datuk Mohd. Fahamy bin Hj. Husin sadly died yesterday, Friday, in this Holy month of Ramadan, both the day and the month, to the Muslims, sacred. To raise that status, these last 10 days are also deemed to be the holiest part of Ramadan. I pray that Fahamy truly left this world in great honour.

Fadzil passed the sad news last night. I passed the message to the given number, Fahamy's son-in-law, inquiring about the funeral arrangements, and he quickly informed 10.30 am this morning at the Kg. Melayu Ampang, KL, mosque. I'd resolved last night that I'll attend his funeral prayers. It's the least I can do.

Idah didn't agree  that I go alone all the way to Ampang Hilir, KL, what with weekend and eve of Raya traffic, plus my cough n cold. I said this was a close friend of 65 years, from the small town of KP, and  grand ol' TMS. I didn't add about the years before my university, and the long days in Kg. Parit, with Mat Karim and Kamil, the movies at "Rex", mee Ibrahim and the cendul at the old Malay bazaar, and the Datuk Keramat stays, and the many Sri Jaya bus trips around KL and PJ, when Mat Karim was a clerk at Telecoms, KL, and Fahamy a clerk at the Federal Building in Section 14 PJ.

Mat Karim was always talking about that female clerk at his office, and we were always teasing Fahamy about Rosmini, the policeman's daughter, also from Kg. Parit. In the end both couples got married, happily to the end in Fahamy's case, apparently (I only attended one of the children's wedding), but Mat Karim's ended in divorce.

I enrolled into university in 1965. Both clerks got into the RMC Cadet Wing's short commission and ended up in different regiments in the Malaysian military forces. They were the same stock, Fahamy and Mat Karim. But their military careers couldn't have been more different. Mat Karim retired as a Major. And he died many years ago, in Kuantan.

As the three of us went our separate careers, we lost contact. Once in a while I would get a gist about either one. I even visited Mat Karim at his PJ house once, meeting his wife and children. Fahamy much later I would bump into at the KP Police gun license renewal sessions, at 2 different times and places, and we got to talk and ate and drank, but that was it. But the memory is still there.

So I decided I was going to Fahamy's funeral all the way in KL. Still, some urgent Raya food shopping had to be done first. So this morning, instead of going to the mosque for the fajr prayers on my scooter in my "mosque-attire", I took the car and wore my t-shirt and trousers, ready to shoot off to KL after the mosque and the wet-market. I had to be at the mosque in KL by 10.30. It was 8.30 when I left the house, Idah pleading not to go. But I made it before 10. In spite of the usual city traffic. But I must add, some pretty fast driving took place. Not all the time. A lot of time. I made sure the C200 Kompressor wasn't letting me down.

Fahamy was born on 30.7.1945, so he was not quite 80 yet. I asked his son-in-law as we were about to perform the funeral prayers if Fahamy was ill, and he said no. But I saw his face when the shroud cover was opened so the loved-ones could have a last look, and he seemed different. I know that happens to people when they die, but I thought he didn't look like the Fahamy I once knew well. I also got a very recent photo that must be only days old, and Fahamy didn't look well there, too.

I suggested to his son-in-law that Fahamy's son lead the final prayers for his dad. It's just 4 "takbirs", I said.  The mosque Imam also suggested one of the children lead the prayers, but there was no response. There was a good crowd.  I was surprised to meet Brig-Gen Hashim Abu, a fellow "BB" from RMC days, who came with many ex officers. Fahamy would have been very happy.

I quietly shed some tears for my old friend, as I stood just next to his shrouded remains in that mosque, and in my heart pleaded Allah for his Blessings.

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My 81st Puasa.

 Fri 14.3.2025

My 81st Puasa (by year, not practice) is almost half-way done. It's good to reflect on what has taken place so far.

Definitely, because it's obviously about eating, we talk of appetite, but it is "less", now.  The fast causes hunger, of course, but breaking it does not stress too much on what and how much now. It used to be eagerly looking forward to the favourite dishes. Now it's whatever we have. And I need to quickly join the mosque Isya' congregation, so it's half-a-plate of rice, the fruit juice and a cooled cup of black tea, and it's a solo Magrib in the room before taking the scooter to Masjid Sungai Landak 5 minutes away. They finish at 10.15 pm, then back in the house for "more", and I hit the hay before 11.15 pm. But I'm up at 3.30 am !

Each Ramadan I'd managed to read the full Quran almost twice. I'm at that pace now, but plan to read the translation for the second round this year. It won't be easy because the Malay version is not, to me, written in a "readable" way.

Already there was death in the family, only a few days ago, in Selaru. Ari and Idah went.  I could have gone, but Ari picked Idah while I was at the Subuh prayers at the mosque.

Then Idah got mugged right in front of the house, at 10 in the morning, 2 days ago. The mugger surprised her from behind just as she came out of the driver's seat. The broken driver's side side mirror is one remnant of the short, rough struggle that ensued. The robber got away with one of the 2 gold bracelets she wears all the time, by the time Rashid, our neighbour, came out shouting at the daring robber. He took off on his motorcycle he had left with the engine on. But Rashid was quick to note the registration number, which the Police later quickly traced to a Penang Indian woman. Dekna got the Police immediately alerted, and in her position, I suppose, they acted surprising fast. So fast in fact that by that afternoon they came to the house and both Idah and Rashid were able to identify the photo of the man who, to them, looks like the mugger. He has a long Police record, apparently.

And yesterday, immediately after we finished our Subuh prayers at the mosque, Bang Dek, who prayed next to me, suddenly collapsed as he tried to get up from the chair he sat on for the prayers. Everybody came around to give assistance. His face was pale. A doctor among us tried to help with his breathing, but Bang Dek managed, with assistance, to sit up on the floor, where we told him to just stay there until he felt stronger. Finally we got him to sit and recover his breath on the chair. Kak Zawiah, his wife, who came to the mosque with him, called Kamal, their son. A few minutes later Kak Zawiah helped him walk slowly out of the mosque to wait for Kamal in their car parked just in front. I called Idah and Ari and we all went to Bang Dek's house, finding him already resting in bed, his complexion back to normal. I advised him to get Kamal to see Dr. Miszua, just to check up.

Hank called, telling me he just bought a C Class Mercedes-Benz. We both had planned to get him that model from Sam last month. But Hank had some outstanding monies issue from the buyer of his condominium, and aborted the arranged purchase of the car already selected.  So now that he has received his money, his GF helped pick the car that he then bought quickly. 

In the mean time, that first car planned for Hank has found home -  with me. Sam and I had gone to so much trouble over it already. We thought I might as well take it, to replace the Honda that I'd sent to Sam for some repairs. So that's how I'd ended up with my 5th Mercedes-Benz, but my first C Class. At 81. On my 81st Puasa.

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Slow-golf syndrome.

 Sat 1.2.2025

In my almost 40 years of golf, I saw plenty of it and am sick of it.

Golf's still 18 holes, 14 clubs, and holing the round ball in as few strokes as possible. Other than that, the 2 world-ruling authorities of the Royal & Ancient St. Andrews and USGA have, since 1400, been trying to, at different times,   work together / fight each other; speed / obstruct changes;  cause confusion, exasperation and condemnation  to the players who are living off the game / turned off by it; who  swear by / swear at it.  

A few years back Greg Norman had been trying to change world golf focus from USA  to non-USA, aided by  the deep-pocketed Arab sponsors. Money changes things. That's been applied to sports before. It worked. Now better things are coming to golf ?

In the last 600-plus years the game itself went through many changes:  the size and make of the ball - even in my own experience I went from 1.62" to 1.68", with different number of dimples and all the colours of the rainbow ; the clubs - from steel-shafted woods that were real wood to all kinds of alloy shafts with all kinds of club heads made from everything except wood; from steel spikes to palstic studs on the shoe-soles; the dress-code for different sexes - long sleeve with tie for men, and knee-length dress and socks for women, to now whatever you like, man or woman - only tuck in that  damn shirt !; the number of holes; the size of the field (the number of players). 

Today the last one change that has been the longest overdue and yet easiest to impose is finally on the authority's plate. Slow play.

Surely, this is the one curse that needs no magic spell to remove. 

The problem is, unlike other sports, there is no rigid time frame each time a golf match is run. Football (I mean soccer), rugger, hockey et el  have it;  the racquet-sports have it, in terms of the intervals between sets; all water-sports have it. Not golf.

Of late, on some golf tours, the officials threatened to penalise players  for "slow play" decided by the watching marshal. I'm yet to see one. 

You have to experience it, like I have, to know the pain of it. And the worse part would be to play behind a maddening slow flight, but in front of an equally maddening fast flight !

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Halim Dato' Ibrahim.

 Sat 1.2.2025

The last time I met Halim must have been at least 5 years ago, at SIGC. We'd never played together, but once in a while we'd see each other with our own different partners at the club. He always played with the late Zul, Muhsin's f.i.l. Last week Ajit texted about Halim's passing.

The connection was Bukit Temensu. 

Halim was Kayah's husband. Kayah is probably my age, because we sat for our LCE the same year (1960). Wan Esah (Kayah's grandmother) saw me and asked how I did in the exams, and I said I got 3 A's, and she said Kayah also got 3 A's. I never found out what Kayah's score was, because she was in TKS, while I was in TMS.

Kayah is Tengku Rokayah Tengku Fakharuddin. She had a younger sister from the same parents - Tengku Hasnah. We know her in Bukit Temensu as "Tekwa" - short for "cantik lawa" (very pretty). Probably because she's fair, like Wan Zarah, the mother. Kayah was slightly less fair, taller, and has a different facial look than Tekwa. I guess it's the father's side.

Kayah went on to work in a bank. Halim was a senior police officer whose father was once the CPO of Kelantan. Where they met, I don't know, but in the late 70's we found ourselves in the same place - Damansara Utama. I eventually moved to Seremban, and would you believe it, so did they. Tewkwa married Cikgu Sulan's army officer son. I don't know where they are now.

Tengku Fakharuddin sadly died tragically during the "14-day" Communist rule immediately after the Japanese surrender and before the British Administration re established rule of law.

Wan Zarah remarried twice. The second one produced Man, an only son, who now lives in a smaller house built in the same compound as the grand ol' house that still stands, though in disrepair, in that vast piece of land. This marriage ended in divorce, I think. Then she married Dr. Jeremaih, the only private practice in the whole of Kuala Pilah for donkey's years. It was said that every time an epidemic occurred, like influenza or small pox, the doctor "printed money". He had a large house opposite my parents' house (built later), before building a huge mansion near Kg. Parit. Being the only private clinic in town, Wan Zarah must have frequented it, because she eventually married the good doctor. They had an only daughter who grew up to also become a doctor, and a specialist to boot. The marriage didn't last long, and the daughter never got married.

KP being KP in the 60's, there was so little traffic on the Jalan Tampin that in the late evenings Kayah and Tekwa would join us boys playing "galah adang" on the road !

That grand ol' house also has memories for me. 

Once I attended a birthday party or something, with food and music and  dancing. I remember Mak Cik Zizah declining photographer Tony from "Bee Choon" who asked her for a dance. She danced with me instead. Tony emigrated to Australia. Mak Cik Zizah died at about 90, still single. 

Another time was when I was already working in Alor Gajah, and came back to attend a wedding there. It must have been Kayah's because this was 1968. There I met Raja Alias, who my dad introduced me to. Dad said "he's from LKTP (Felda)". A few months later I joined Felda and stayed for 21 years. That was when I bought the Damansara Utama house, just like Kayah. And Halim Dato' Ibrahim. 

Small world. Long memories.

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Hank's new car.

Wed 22.1.2025.

There are two old cars in my porch right now. One is already 31 years old. The other is slightly younger - 20.  That was how I got to talk to Sam in December about finding a replacement for one or both of them. There's nothing seriously, mechanically wrong with them. They're just old.

Then I mentioned it to Hank. He wanted one, too, immediately. It looks almost certain now that Hank will get his first.

Early this month Sam said he'd found a car, in Taiping. It belongs to "his childhood friend", a retired Prison Officer. Apparently he can't drive much now because of lower limbs weakness because of his age, and a heart condition. Sam has seen the car, and remembers that it's in good repairs. But he could recheck this if I was serious about it.

We had to attend Md. Sham's funeral prayers on 13/1, Hank and I. Since we finished at the Damansara Heights mosque around 11 a.m., Hank agreed at my suggestion that we meet Sam straightaway, and discuss the car-purchase in Shah Alam, somewhere.

Sam agreed to meet us, although he had planned to do some work on one of his many cars. 

The problem was they decided to change the hotel's name to something quite different. "Waze" couldn't help, and my memory didn't also, although 15 years ago I frequented Shah Alam because Dekna was doing her 4-year law courses here. Sam had no problem getting to the renamed hotel initially suggested by me as our rendezvous. He remembers the location, unlike me. Well, there were several exchanges on the our phones, and finally we met at the roadside, at a location Sam suggested.

What was agreed was for Sam to get the car so that we could view it in Shah Alam before the arrival of Ramadan in 6 weeks.

Sam went to Taiping to bring the car to Shah Alam on Sunday, 19.1.2025. He called me Monday; I called Hank immediately, and at 12.30 we left for, again, Shah Alam. I told Sam we'll meet in Shah Alam in 2 hours time, with concern for a work-day traffic everywhere, I was right. I saw (I was driving, as usual) the Pejabat Pos Besar Shah Alam, with it's ample parking, and stopped there, and called Sam straigt away. 

PKK 8238 is a December 2009 ckd Mercedes Benz  C200 Kompressor Elegence.  It's  14 years old. The specs are noteworthy:

- The model's production line was 2007-2011.

- The 1.8-liter engine is fitted with a supercharger, a belt-driven blower that force more air into the combustion chamber. 

- It has 184 horse-power, with a 8.5 compression ratio, with an acceleration of  0-100 km/h in 8.6 seconds, and a top speed of 235 km/h ( 146 m.p.h.)

- Fuel consumption is 27 m.p.g. (city) and 49 m.p.g. (open road). The 14.5 gallon tank should take the car 700 miles.

We went all over it, inside out, Hank drove it on the highway. Everybody agreed that the car is in excellent condition, and would be a good buy. Sam even managed to get 10% off the original  price. Sam also took it to Aik's workshop for service, and Aik, a Mercedes specialist, gave it a "thumbs-up".

All agreed that this sale is a done deal. Hank agreed to full settlement in 2 weeks.

Otherwise, as I told Sam, I'll buy the car, after all the trouble taken.

Addendum 31.1.25

Yesterday Hank regretfully declined the hitherto agreed purchase for several unexpected reasons. I've now offered to take over. Let's see where this ends.

Addendum to the addendum 23.2.25

Well, after much exchanges between Sam / Hank / me, this morning I collected PKK 8238 from Sam at the Subang Jaya KTM/LRT station. I had to dig into my old savings to acquire my 5th Mercedes-Benz and my first C Class. How the hell did an 81-year-old end up with this purchase, only God Knows. Driving it back to Seremban was a satisfying experience, though.

Addendum to the addendum 13.3.2025

Hank called just now to say that last week he bought a C180 Mercedes-Benz (2011) to settle the whole issue. It's 5K more but is 2 years younger.

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Datuk Mohammad Sham 20.8.1945 - 13.1.2025

 Mon 13.1.2025

It saddens me that this early this year, and in this holy month of Rejab, I had to receive this unhappy news of a friend of  64 years, at 4.30 in the morning, being called to Almighty Allah. I checked the "Who's Where" and got his birth date. Md. Sham was 79 years and 4 months old.

We were not in the same company at RMC, but kept close company when I was in Felda HQ in the 70's and he was from our auditors. Long canteen sessions at 10 am or thereabout got us sharing jokes most week days, for a long time. Felda's massive accounts took care of that. I moved on, and he moved out - to England and other companies and so forth. When I somehow got involved in the ex-FMC PD activities, we met again, and I enjoyed his company again, and I hoped he enjoyed mine.

This was the Pontian boy who was  sent by his rubber-tapper dad to school early, at only 5. This was the retired company director who had completed his studies in London, became very successful on his return, and owned luxurious homes in expensive Bukit Jelutung and Damansara Heights simultaneously. 

I remember his love for "ikan baung" and old Mazni took 2 car loads of us to the Kuala Linggi restaurant that serves fresh ikan baung  from the adjacent Linggi river. He  loved  hot Negeri cooking, and I brought him and a few others to the "Rimba" at Lavender Heights, Seremban, for its famous "masak lomak lado api". Always generous, each time he alone took care of the tab. 

This was also the Budak Boy who made our meetings fresh with his  commentary and frequent contradictions of ND's assessments. But it was always in good spirits and constructive.

A few years back I got to be somehow involved in getting the durian supply for our year-end celebrations, and he being the Treasurer, we got connected up again. It wasn't as simple as it sounds. The durians were not cheap, and the supply was not automatically guaranteed.  And the last gathering we had on 15.12.2024 was extra problematic. The fruit was out of season in all the familiar sources, and Md. Sham was sick in bed.

Hank and I visited him Sunday 7th December at his Damansara Heights house, to find him lying in bed, with the breathing aid on. We wanted to clear the purchase arrangements for the durians we finally located. I felt bad, visiting him sick in bed, and me, trying to sort out some petty matters, when his health issues outweighed everything else. He was gasping for breath, and I was trying to get his agreement for part of the purchase made.  But I did impress on his wife how sorry I was to see him in that distressing condition.

My golfing friends had fixed a game for this morning. I'd packed my gear last night, so that this morning I'd just get into the car to be at the club before 7 am. When I received the tragic news on whatsapp , I decided that the game would have to be cancelled. Checking my phone before I stood for my Fajr prayers, I got Hank's message "we'll leave at 7.30". He just assumed that I'd also got the news, and I would join him for Md.Sham's funeral prayers. He was right, of course. 

Hank was worried that "Waze" had been confused in the route set for Masjid Saidina Omar al Khattab, because it took us through "Jalan Kuchai Lama" and "Petaling Jaya" and so on. It was 9.30 and the prayers were set for 10. I just ignored his suggestion that I override and take the Bangsar route ourselves. Hank had been wrong when we went to RMC once, and he called ND and said we were lost, because the road signs said all kinds of road names but no "Sg. Besi". I said it  was all part of the route. I was driving then, just as I was driving today. We reached our RMC destination in good time then. We reached the mosque, wasted several minutes trying to get parking space in the already filled up area, and were still several minutes before the prayers were performed in the end. 

I estimated no less than 300 people stood for Md Sham's final funeral service. It's not a number that he would have been ashamed of.  How many percent of the crowd was his old RMC mates ? There were very many of them. I spoke to Asmat, Rizal Sardon, Khamis Awal, Shahruddin, ND, Nor Shaari, Halim,  and  saw Halim Ali and Mahbob  and others. We were all there, Md. Sham. We will all  miss you.

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Acam

 Sun 22.12.2024

Acam is my younger sister, third in the sibling hierarchy, and the oldest girl. She was a teacher's college graduate, and the only one who took up the teaching profession after our late father. She's retired now and lives with Karim, her husband, in Gombak. They used to live in Batu Arang, Rawang and Greenwood Park. Karim is also retired. Their two children, Eti the girl, and Ijat the boy, are both married with children of their own, staying in their own houses around the city.

When we were small in Bukit Temensu, there was one Karim Md. Nor, who stayed in the same kampong. Karim later did his PhD in Wisconsin, USA, where I visited him when attending Calit's graduation in the same university. Karim died just on his retirement in Taman Bukti, Seremban, some 20 years ago. All of us in the two families knew each other well. I used to play badminton in front of Karim's house in the evening. The house front yard, lined with split bamboo strips, served as our badminton court. We used to share  money to buy the "Bluebird" shuttlecocks we would play with our "Dunlop" rackets, until practically all the feathers were gone. Naturally we, the siblings would tease Acam, hooking her with Karim. Acam would get annoyed. That only made us tease her more.  In the end Acam did marry one Karim, but this one is from Rantau.

On Thursday 12.12.2024 Acam finally had her much post-poned bypass heart operation done at the IJN. Idah and I, together with Dekna, visited her at home last Friday evening. She was discharged from IJN Thursday 19.12.2024.

It was all a great ending, with the major heart operation successfully done. It's not something to look lightly upon. There  was a trying as well as tiring sequence of events.  First she was admitted to Hospital Pusrawi, just across the Tun Razak road from IJN, for knee problems. The heart condition was discovered there, and that demanded immediate treatment before anything about the knees could be done. Pusrawi couldn't do it. Acam was pushed to Serdang, which is supposed to replace IJN for government servants like her, IJN having been "privitised". But Serdang offered more heartache. They couldn't even get a bloody bed for her, much less medical attention ! Karim somehow got her admitted to IJN. Then she was discharged, but readmitted  Tuesday 10.12.2024, and an operation very quickly scheduled for the next day. But that was postponed to Thursday. She had veins taken from her thigh and calf, had 3 blockages cleared and stems inserted. Karim somehow managed to get the bill discounted, but the 80 K wasn't, of course, cheap. The prior agreement to pay the estimated 100K  wanted by IJN was the reason for the final admission to IJN.

We had trouble locating the Gombak house. Finally Dekna got Ijat to give the address, and after the horrendous Friday evening KL traffic, we reached the house gates about 3 hours after leaving Seremban. And I've been here many times before ! The developments in the area, including the big house now occupying the empty plot next door that used to be my guide before, made the trip impossible without "waze".

Idah had been insistent that the visit was quickly made. In the last month we had in fact visited Acam both at Pusrawi and the earlier IJN admission. But having successfully undergone the bypass, Idah wanted to see Acam for herself again.

Karim was waiting for us by the time we arrived. Ijat had called him. Idah and Dekna spent time with Acam. I said to her to rest and recover before she did anything else with her knees. We had to take our leave because it was getting late, and we didn't know how bad the traffic would be, this being a weekend.

We left Seremban at 6 p.m. We reached home at midnight.

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