THE MESSAGE AUGUST, 2010 NO. 105
THE ANONYMOUS LADY'S SERIES, THIS IS A NOBODY’S EDITION
STORY NO. 8
HE HEADS TO THE LAND OF THE SIKHS
A few moments after the ship came to a standstill at the dock, I heard my name being called. A Singh walked up to me and asked if that was
my name. When I said yes he asked me to follow him to the side of the ship.
On the ground besides the ship stood a number of people. One Singh waved at me and said he was my cousin-in-law!
He said he will be waiting for me when I disembark. Who needs better news than that? First the saviour and now a cousin!
When we finally disembarked my saviour met my cousin. Then my cousin got me into a taxi and off we went to his residence, I really do not
remember what I saw on the way because I was being treated like a V.I.P.
On reaching his house I was introduced to his wife. She is the daughter of my mother's sister. After all the eating and talking we took a rest.
The next morning I was shown the surrounding area by walking up the stairs to the roof. All I could see were boxlike houses with flat roofs.
Next we turned to look at the road in front of the house. There was something I had never seen before!
A man was walking his cow along the road. He stopped his cow in front of the neighbour's house and proceeded to clean the cow's teats
and then he milked the cow! Right on the road! After he had filled the customer's container (approximately 1 big bottle) he and his cow moved
on to the next customer's house. That was what I saw how fresh milk was sold fresh in Calcutta.
After breakfast my cousin sat me in his taxi and my tour of Calcutta started. He drove me into the city showing me the Colonial buildings. I only
remember the name Dalhouse Square that I believe housed the Administrative offices etc.
My, oh my, the city is so huge! You can travel in any direction for miles and miles. If I remember correctly, the population then was a staggering
The interesting part was the traffic. There were the famous Ambassador cars. That India's version of the Morris Oxford or Austin! On the same
road travelled horse carts, trishaws, two wheeled human carts ( a bullock cart with the humans as the bulls. )
At that time the Ambassador was the most popular car and probably the only car on the road. The taxis were all of that brand. What I enjoyed
most was the horn. Every motorised or non-motorised vehicle used the Air Horn only. I could hear the phont phont of the horns honking every
where. As usual traffic was at a very slow crawl.
Next we went to the Museum. No cameras allowed inside. I managed to see some Sikh manuscripts in the museum.
When we returned home in the evening our clothes were yellowish brown in colour. The dust! Calcutta was a dusty city!!
The next night we decided to go out into the out of the way food and drink tea only stalls. In one of the back lanes we were treated to Chinese
food of all varieties found in Malaya.
The stall owner/cook was a Chinese. He spoke fluently the local language plus some English and Punjabi.
Next we went to a place where the truckers/lorry drivers gathered. The first thing I noticed was that there was a fire burning under the engine of
one of the trucks.
Almost panicking I warned my cousin about it but he told me it was normal. Normal to have a fire burning under the engine? It seemed they
heat up the diesel fuel before trying to start the engine. All because of the cold. Talk of freezing!
My cousin ordered tea from the stall there. Boiling hot tea was served to us in earthenware cups like the ones we get when we order a pot of
tea in a restaurant in Malaya.
The only difference was the cups were about three times the size of the local ones and made of baked and unglazed clay!
What do you do with the cups after drinking? You throw them away! Why? The Brahmins do not touch those that have been used by others. They
Then we retired to the house.
Somehow during these days my saviour and my cousin had booked our rail tickets on the same train to Punjab. Everything was arranged for
We crossed the Howrah bridge to go to the railway station. I met up with my saviour and we got onto the train which left at around 8 pm on a
36 hour trip to Punjab.
The trains were huge. I mean physically big. Tall and broader compared to ours here. They moved off or come to a stop so very smoothly. Not
like the clang, clang, clang of our trains make when starting off or coming to a halt. And they did not rock and roll or sway like ours here. The
seats and luggage racks were such that at night they served as beds. Wooden beds. So the bedding roll came in handy.
The only stinking part comes when the train comes into a station early in the morning. Looking out of the windows I saw people squatting on
the rails to discharge their previous day's meals!
The main stations are called junctions. Countless railway lines criss-crossed as our train entered a junction. Trains came in and left for
destinations to the north, south, east and west from each junction.
I did get to see the different countrysides during the day ride. At night I read the Punjabi novel that my cousin had given me. He had also given
me the Indian train schedules. Would you believe it, it was as thick as our telephone directory. By referring to it you know in advance when the
train will reach the next station/junction. The directory carried information on all the trains all over India!
The interesting thing was that the train arrived and left the station spot on time.
Next: The Punjab................................
WHAT HAPPENED THIS MONTH
50 YEARS AGO, AUGUST 1960
The diary of Mr. Miles mentioned of a celebration for the end of the Emergency. What emergency and who ended the Emergency? I wondered
people still remember that part of our history. I guessed not many of the younger generation know about that period of our history!
Then there was recorded the various meetings for celebration of Independence. It was the Independence of the Federation of Malaya for
Malaysia had not come into being yet!
Names mentioned in his diary were: Zamri ( where is he? ); Dzulkifli ( he stays in Cameron Highland, and a very caring Mesian is he ). Harbans
Singh ( he contributed the above story you have been reading ). Balbir Singh the brother of Harbans and ( he now resides in Seremban ). Abu
Amin ( have never been seen ). Mong Yong ( he is among the residents of Kepong ). How Seng and Sunny ( where are these two buddies? ).
Tengku Ahmad and Tengku Ibrahim probably they are around the circles and companies of the royalties.
Annuar ( the racing cyclist ) and Yusof Badat the latter may be found in Benus on the 3rd mile of Jalan Karak.
Nasim ( any body knows about him? )
FROM SIR WITH LOVE
In one of my cookbooks, there's a recipe for 'Impossible Pie'. It's called that because the ingredients - and the way they're stirred together -
bear no resemblance to ordinary pie making. The result, though, is a "Eureka!" experience, and invariably someone eating it for the first time will
ask for the recipe.
Some of you may remember a story I used to tell back in the days when I told stories to make a point ( or teach a lesson ). We called it "The
Impossible Story", and it went something like this:
A man - let's call him Smith - had been out of work for months and was reduced to begging. As he stood on a street corner one evening, his
hand out, a prosperous-looking couple came by. The husband brushed him off with "I have no change," thinking another drunk just wanted
money for booze, but his wife took pity on him and gave a dollar to buy food. She even said, as she handed him the money, "Take courage!"
Smith saw another beggar outside a restaurant, looking hungrily through the window. He took him by the hand, and the two of them went
inside and were soon enjoying a bowl of soup together.
The old man carefully wrapped a piece of bread in his napkin, and Smith said, "Saving some for tomorrow?" "No," he said, "there's a kid in
know who's hungry. Let's go find him."
The two men took the bread to the boy, who began to eat greedily. Then he did a strange thing: he broke it in two and gave half to a thin;
starving dog that was following him.
Smith noticed that the dog was wearing a collar and that it contained an address. He took the dog to the house, which wasn’t far away, and
the grateful owner, overjoyed to see his pet, gave him a reward of $10, adding that he had a job in his company for sucah an honest man – if
he was interested.
"Impossible!" you say. Implausible, yes; impossible, no.
- Ted Miles. -
REMOVING GALLSTONES NATURALLY
by Dr Lai Chiu-Nan
It has worked for many. If it works for you please pass on the good news. Chiu Nan is not charging for it, so we should make it free for everyone.
Your reward is when someone, through your word of mouth, benefits from the regime. Gallstones may not be everyone's concern. But they
should be because we all have them. Moreover, gallstones may lead to cancer. "Cancer is never the first illness," Chiu Nan points out. "Usually,
there are a lot of other problems leading to cancer.
In my research in China , I came across some materials which say that people with cancer usually have stones. We all have gallstones. It's a
matter of big or small, many or few.
One of the symptoms of gallstones is a feeling of bloatedness after a heavy meal. You feel like you can't digest the food. If it gets more serious,
you feel pain in the liver area." So if you think you have gallstones, Chiu Nan offers the following method to remove them naturally.
The treatment is also good for those with a weak liver, because the liver and gallbladder are closely linked.
1. For the first five days, take four glasses of apple juice every day. Or eat four or five apples, whichever you prefer. Apple juice softens the
gallstones. During the five days, eat normally.
2. On the sixth day, take no dinner.
3. At 6 PM, take a teaspoon of Epsom salt (magnesium sulphate) with a glass of warm water.
4. At 8 PM, repeat the same. Magnesium sulphate opens the gallbladder ducts.
5. At 10 PM, take half cup olive oil (or sesame oil) with half cup fresh lemon juice. Mix it well and drink it. The oil lubricates the stones to ease their
PS. 1cup=250ml, half cup lemon juice=3 lemons (aprox.)
The next morning, you will find green stones in your stools. "Usually they float," Chiu Nan notes. "You might want to count them. I have had
people who passes 40, 50 or up to 100 stones. Very many."
"Even if you don't have any symptoms of gallstones, you still might have some. It's always good to give your gall bladder a clean-up now and
PASS THIS AND YOU MAY HELP OTHERS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FOLLOWING IN AUGUST
||MOHD. SHAH MD. YUSOF
||TG. DATO IBRAHIM TG. SULAIMAN
||WONG KEM CHIN
||WONG SWEE SANG
||AU ZI SHOI
||HJ. MOKHTAR MATPIAH
||FONG SHEK PHOOI
||MOHD RAZLAN MARZUKI
||ZULKIFLI BIN MOHD ARIFFIN
SELVARAJ DANIEL EXITS VIA A HEART ATTACK
WE EXPRESS OUR HEART-FELT GRIEF, CONDOLENCES AND DEEPEST SYMPATHIES TO THE FAMILY OF SELVARAJ DANIEL WHO WAS CALLED BACK TO
BE WITH THE LORD ON THE 18TH OF JULY, 2010
HE LEAVES BEHIND THREE DAUGHTERS, THREE SONS-IN-LAWS AND SIX GRANDSONS.
MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PEACE.
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