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’78 Reunion 2003
I was looking forward to the reunion. That Saturday morning, it must
be more than that since my wife said that I seemed quite excited. I
denied it naturally but she could be right. Well, I was like a dervish
that morning, running here and there but that was because we were running
late. Needless to say that both my children are excited about it, especially
when they knew that Dizzie the Clown was going to be there.
For the first time since I left FRIM nearly 20 years ago, I found myself
going back to the place for the reunion that we have planned since last
year. Yes, since last year. Rostam blocked that date early so that we’d
block that day, nothing short of childbirth, natural calamities or a
hurricane or two to prevent us from showing up. Ah well, wishful thinking
but still thirty-three of us showed up.
For once Syed Nushadil wasn’t hunched over a bike. With his better
half and 15-month old son tagging along, he’d better not. Now
there’s Syed Besar and Syed kecik, heh heh. The clown kept the
kids busy for an hour or so. For a while a joke was going around that
Amir Panjang was there too, well, the clown was rather tall and he does
resemble Amir a tad. Surely the guy with the worse memory is Othman
“Andre” Kushairi. He got everyone wrong. He thought everyone
was somebody else. And 25 years after leaving school, we finally know
how he got that nickname. Go ahead and ask Rusihan, he remembers why
and even Andre himself concurred.
The pride and joy of the batch were everywhere. There were some familiar
faces among the children. I remember when some of them were born. Now
many are strapping and good looking. Yati’s son was in a sleeveless
T-shirt. Kids, they could wear anything and get away with it. If I were
to wear a sleeveless T-shirt, my tummy would be more obvious. Heavens,
if I were to wear anything, it would still be obvious too. There were
so many children around that it was getting confusing. We asked one
lad who was helping himself to the food, “Adik, nama bapa siapa?”
Confidently he said, “Badrulzaman Hanif”. Oh, anak Ngojack.
Well done Hanif, he said your name out loud and clear.
The joys of growing up. Oh, for heavens sake, of growing old. Let’s
call a horse a horse OK? It has been 25 years since we left school.
It was good seeing the familiar faces again. Real good. We’ll
meet again in the future.
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