A GREAT MANY MESIANS MEET AT ABU SAMAH'S MINI RETREAT
ONE auspicious Saturday Dr. Abu Samah threw a grandiose party. The purpose: to gather
together Mesians from near and far, for a sumptuous tucking in of Adilfitri delicacies and
to have a great time to reminisce of our past follies and glories. The venue: is Mini
Retreat cum herbal nursery.
As early as 1.00 pm familiar faces, many of whom have not met for almost half a century,
drove over and strolled in. From Seremban hailed Mahalingam. Kumrasamy commuted down from
Rawang. The locals then arrived with Selvaraj Daniel with John Chinniah just behind.
William Joo Shek Phin knocked and entered with his voluptuous consort.
Lu Ah Ngan was chauffeured in by her husband Mr. Lau a towkay style of a prosperous man.
Lee Kim Thye rode in with them. Mohd. Razlan raced down from Kemaman just in time for
lunch. Munzir brought in a carload of family members from Bentong. Moktar Mat Piah later
From the heart of Pahang somewhere near Maran emerged Lim Pak Heng the entrepreneur of a
successful electrical goods trade at Sungai Jerik. Bahari Shafie and his spouse drove
down from their house from the far corner of the KL-PJ boundary to join the crowd.
A slim lanky beauty was now moving around and now sitting down. She was Yap Choy Ming.
From Abu's confession, she was his answer source in Mathematics in class those days.
Abu Samah was so grateful to her and still is, because she helped him in Maths as soon
as the teacher turned his back. Did that also happen during tests? We wonder, but you two
could keep your secrets.
A SOAP-BOX SPEAKER'S RHETORIC
While we were dining and talking trying to catch up with lost time, Zainal Lisut dropped in.
Instantly, he found a small crowd in the pavilion. So then and there he rattled off his
babble to mystify the people. But, as luck would have it, he made an early exit. Execuse?
Off to another party; not off to play golf. Golf that day was washed off by a downpour that
THE SWEETEST OF THE SWEET
Ainun Mohd Salleh came bearing gift of a platter of the sweetest of the sweet of Malay
cakes. Abu Samah accepted the ladyfs present gladly. That paved the way to patch up their
more than 40 years of absence.
HERE COMES THE MENTOR
Oh yes, I turned chauffeur to bring in our mentor, We hit the highway at 1.00 p.m We
reached Abu Samah's mini retreat early by 30 minutes, On the journey down from Bentong,
Mr Miles said that that morning he had only ate a cheese sandwich and downed a cup of his
favourite beverage. So by the time we alighted, he and me were famished.
We started tucking in right away. Our master went for lemang and rendang his favourites.
However, everybody got to savour his or her favourites, for the array of fares really
spoiled the guests for choice.
BABBLING DOWN MEMORY LANE
It soon became apparent that food was not the main thing we went for. It was a visit down
memory lane or "a trip down memory lane" as Abu Samah themes it. All wanted to see and talk
to our mentor. Everybody wished to speak to one another.
I picked up bits and pieces of everybody's chatter. "He does not age," commented some of
the sage. Many dug up happier times and past moments of glories and pain. Many more
enquired of their encounters with "do you recognize me?" For they have never met ever since
the 1960's. After some dilly-dallies, recalling and reminiscing some foibles and follies,
they yakked and yakked in a frenzy as if there was no eternity.
More Mesians, their spouses and company trickled in.
THERE WAS ALMOST PANDEMONIUM
Kumarasamy and Mahalingam were leaving. Before they hit the gate, a commotion broke out
like there was a pandemonium. As I looked out I saw Kumarasamy grappling with somebody
like in a Sumo tourney. And the duo let out shouts of ecstasy. Kumarasamy was held tight
and squeezed by Mong Yong who had just made it through the rain. Mong Yong was his
"next desk" buddy in class during the 1950's.
HUGGING, SQUEEZING & PRATTLING
The jovial and robust Mong Yong grabbed and hugged everybody. When he came to Ted Miles you
can imagine how happy was he. Coming face to face with his mentor whom he has not met since
1964, he bear-hugged Mr. Miles and bellowed a loud "Hello". Then he sired him and
congratulated him on his robust health and well-trimmed figure.
With Mong Yong also came Sam Pak Lam., the Ah Peng Street urchin in the 1950's but now he
resides in Kulai. Pak Lam was a planter but now retired. ure he has planted many seeds far
and wide including in the Riau archpelago.
So visiting, enquiring, talking, reminiscing and more yaketty yak went on and on.
The clock ticked away. The sky poured and nobody seemed dare to make for the door.
Food was still in galore.
We talked, we conversed, we reminisced, we gleaned about the good old days, the bad
memories, the hilarious stories, the happy activities, etc. etc.
JUST ONE SINGH CAME
Even Juku Singh braved the rain for on his motorbike he rode in. Bravo! Brave Juku; but he
had been braver before. Alas! He missed meeting his childhood buddy Lim Pak Heng.
Pak Heng had just left when Juku dashed in.
The guests had numbered more than fifty. Many of us were young faces in
the 1950's and 1960's.
As soon as we entered Bentong town, Lim Pak Heng kicked up a buzz on my mobile. He treated
our master and yours truly to a sumptuous Chinese dinner at Golden Court Restaurant.
Thanks Pak Heng, for feeding us another round.
When I brought Mr. Miles back to his bungalow, it was past bedtime for our mentor.
WISH YOU WERE THERE
Whew! What a fruitful day of visiting and feasting. Wish you were there too.
A BOUQUET FOR ABU SAMAH
Yap Yoke Ngoh sent an ambassador of fragrance as a present - a bouquet of flowers -
to Abu Samah in lieu of her presence. It was a thoughtfully selected and skillfully
arranged array of blooms. What a thoughtful Mesian!
"Thank you Yoke Ngoh, we wish you were here". This is from the doctor to the florist.