THE MESSAGE JUNE 2005 NO. 43 -
THE DR. ABU SAMAH BIN HJ. LABAK SERIES.
THE PAUL FONG SHEK PHOOI 2ND EDITION
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HARWAN ENTERTAINS US TO LUNCH
One sultry evening Chan See Phong phoned me. See Phong now resides in Johor but he had
arrived in Kuala Lumpur. He wanted to visit his old buddy and colleague. Who is he?
Of course his buddy is Harwan Singh of the old CEB now known as TNB. No, you wouldn't know
this name but he is more familiar to you if I use his moniker: Harbans Singh.
Now you got it? He is the tall and lanky Sikh boy from Ketari. Remember? Harbans once could
not go against Newton's law of gravity from the top of a tall coconut tree.
So the next morning I picked up Mr and Mrs Chan See Phong and his gorwn-up and already
settled down son Yan from downtown KL. We drove down to Klang. After some confused
meandering around town finally Harwan's house was found.
The duo were so happy that they grabbed each other bodily held and hugged each other
tightly. Great and wonderful buddies, see!
Harbans and See Phong were colleagues in the then Government run electricity industry.
They talked of their past glories and reminisced of their life tribulations and follies.
With the meeting of such long parted buddies, what do you expect?
Well, let's have a drink and get fed.
We started with simple drinks and consumed a starter - a special Punjabi pudding.
The starter really started our taste-buds craving. Food, food, food was what we were waiting.
Our conversation dealt with happenings in the present and the past so much
so that we forgot how fast time had past.
We heard the tinklings of cooking utensils from the kitchen. A sizzling sound followed.
Aromas of cooking warped out from the kitchen. The air was filled with the smell of food
that attacked our olfactory nerves that triggered off our mood for good food.
Lunch time was announced. We all sat down. The dining table was filled with a good spread
of Punjabi specialties. There we found the signature Punjabi dish: chappatis.
Compliments to the chef: Mrs. Harwan Singh nee Gurmail Kaur. She concocted the day's menu
after taking advice from her man.
Proof of Gurmail's good cooking? We cleared the platter of chappatis, curry, veggie and
even the dessert platter was left all empty. Thanks Mrs Harwan. You are an ideal Punjabi
spouse to be around the house both to set the mood of hospitality and getting the lunch
food ready. Thanks again.
I also learnt that she excels in academic achievement too.
After lunch, conversation went into another session. From the minds and mouths of See Phong
and Harbans many names popped up. They recalled their friends and their families.
Who is where. What happened to that guy and the lady? Where are those ladies and buddies?
There was a jumble of foibles and stories of great antiquity. It looked like they could
talk till eternity.
When we left, it was already three. I raced down the Federal Highway in heavy rain on this
Good Friday. I dropped them in the most tourist frequented spot in town: Jalan Petaling -
KL's Chinatown. This was to let them browse through the stalls to choose items
that they could carry back to Johor. Cheerio!
WE ABORT THE VISIT
Over a glass of cordial one day, our master told me that I should visit someone in Ulu
Perting. Lai Hoe Choon had been wheel-chaired for sometime. Mr. Miles and Loh Fook Ching
had visited him.
So one fine and carefree Saturday our mentor chauffeured me through Perting Village until
we reached its extremity. After taking many twists and turns we found the house concern.
We knocked at the door and called. "Hoe Choon, Hoe Choon", howled our mentor.
But there was no sound from inside the house.
Certainly we presumed that there was nobody around.
We resorted to asking a neighbour. A middle-aged lady told me that Hoe Choon had been
taken away to keep him away from harm's way. She said while living alone in the house,
oft he fell off the wheelchair and hit the ground. Neighbours helped him up.
There were days when he went without food as nobody brought any there.
Finally his son took him away to Seberang Prai where he was put in a home with a community
of senior citizen strangers of contemporary age. The lady could not tell us where,
but at least we knew that he is somewhere over there with people looking after his welfare!
Thus, we aborted the visit and drove back to town. I suggested that we take a bite
somewhere. Our mentor brought me to a stall where we consumed glutinous rice with dry curry
buffalo meat. "It was a delicious treat," our master quipped. The meal tasted great.
In past editions of the MESSAGE I have yakked about chillies.
Now permit me to relate the following little story:
A RICE AND SPICE STORY
One day I was having a drink in an Indian restaurant. It was before lunch hour.
The place had only a sprinkling of customers. The boss dished out a plate of plain white
rice for himself. In one hand he held a large red chilli.
The boss took a bite on the chilli. He felt the kick of the bite on the spice. His other
hand scooped up a clump of the white rice. He pushed it into his gape.
He gulped down the rice.
He repeated the act till the heat of the red chilli had subsided.
He took another bite on the cabai. He grasped another handful of rice.
He took more bites on the spice. He stuffed in more rice.
That was all until he finished his meal of white rice and a single spice.
He seemed to have a good appetite. I wonder whether that was his staple food!
I couldn't imagine that his diet was a balanced diet!! What say you? Such a simple and
frugal life style! That is how the Indian restaurateur accumulated his wealth.
Frugality at the expense of health!
THE STORY ABOUT TINY FROGS
Life's lesson No. 1
There once was a bunch of tiny frogs,.... who arranged a running competition.
The goal was to
reach the top of a very high tower.
A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants...
The race begin...
No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower.
You heard statements such as:
"Oh, WAY too difficult!!
They will NEVER make it to the top."
"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"
The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one...
Except for those who in a fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher...
The crowd continued to yell
"It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!"
More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...
...But ONE continued higher and higher and higher...
This one wouldn’t give up!
At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower.
Except for the one tiny frog who after a big effort was the only one who reached the top!
THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this
one frog managed to do it?
A contestant asked the tiny frog how the one who succeeded had found the strength
to reach the goal?
It turned out...
That the winner was DEAF!!!!
The wisdom of this story is:
Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic...
...cause they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you.
The ones you have in your heart!
Always think of the power words have.
Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!
And above all:
Be DEAF when people tell YOU that YOU can not fulfill YOUR dreams!
I can do this!
WHAT HAPPENED THIS MONTH JUNE 1955
50 YEARS AGO?????
PRIZES AND MORE PRIZES OFFER FOR THE CARNIVAL
Just before the Carnival Day on June 11, 1955 the principal announced many
contests with dozens of attractive prizes.
There was a silver cup up for grab for the class selling the most tickets. Standard VI under
their charming teacher the late Linda Joo Shek Kuen carried away the trophy.
Then there was a Tuck shop Day offered as a prize for the best decorated stall in the
Carnival. The Chinese Food stall came out as winner.
Those who manned the stall had a field day at the tuck shop for a whole day.
They were given free treats. They could eat and eat till they vomit.
The student who sold the most tickets was offered a coveted Sheafar fountain pen as a prize.
Perumayee from Standard 6 grabbed it.
There were many prizes given away in the singing contests, the highlight of the Carnival.
The Carnival netted $1,200 for the school. However, it is the fun, the bustle of activities
and joyous mood of the festivities that were felt most by everybody than the money!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FOLLOWING IN JUNE
||LAU FEE CHU
||ZAINAL BIN LISUT
||MOHD NOOR MOHAMMED
||CHEONG AH MOI (MRS. HOH)
||TG. ABDUL WAHAB B. TG. ABD. AZIZ
||CHEONG YET LAN
||LU AH NGAN (MRS. LAU)
||THAM CHEE LOONG
||MOHD ZABIL HJ ABD.KADIR
||HAJI ABDUL RAHIM,
||TAN BENG CHIN
||LENG KAM YEE
||LOO TEE SEE
||MOHD NOOR TA'AYUN
||ONG SEK KEE
||SAM PAK LAM
||CHRISTINE CHAN FOOK THYE
||SAR KIM LEN
||YAP MING FATT
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