15th February 1998
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Neither Haniff nor I have an update on Megat Ahmad Megat Yunus (Kuala Kangsar), a
former government servant. Then there are Salleh Nordin ("Kuda")
(Kalumpang, Ulu Selangor), whose deportment was always erect and soldier-like and
a non-commissioned army officer who knows more about world military history than
both Fakharuddin and Ariffin put together, and Saad "Doa" Jusuh
(Kangar), a teacher who got his nickname from his white cotton socks which perpetually
crumbled round to his ankles, resembling the two hands in a "doa" position.
To date, we know none of the eighteen has left us yet.
The "intellectuals" among us then were the two Razaks, Abdullah Bakri Rawi
and Bakar while the streetsmarts were headed by guess who, followed by Nasir, Saad,
Ibrahim, Syed Zainal,Mokhzani, Fakhruddin and Sidek. Haniff and the rest were studious
and generally clever, Haniff and Ariffin in particular.
All of us relentlessly worked to achieve our goals in life and as you can see one
or two achieved what they wanted but several never reached their potential. However,
none suffered nor was deprived much of the fun of life as a result.
Case histories of my classmates clearly show one thing which parents should always
keep in mind, namely, passing examinations is not the be all and end all, nor the
sole yardstick to determine a student's or a man's worth. I failed my examinations
twice but I never ever let that affect my selfconfidence, self-esteem and selfworth.
However, students must strive hard to pass examinations with good results and if
you still failed, don't be too dejected.
Friends said: "What? You failed again Dollah?" To my classmates it was
not unexpected. The headmaster of MCKK, the late Mr J. D. R. Howell, wrote in my
leaving certificate that I was not expected to pass because I had devoted myself
to everything except my studies. But my classmates also knew that failing examinations
would never stop my determination to pursue the career I had chartered for myself.
I self-taught and through reading and thinking developed creative, critical and analytical
skills. I was, and still am, not good at learning by rote, especially poetry, mathematical
equations and scientific formulae.
Then, as now, parents must believe this: there was and is little interdependence
between a student's success in examination and his/her success in later life, nor
is there a correlation between a child's results in examinations at primary or secondary
level and his or her performance at college or university.
Rawi was put on a pedestal as a potential scholar to be emulated. Mokhzani was not.
But, in the real world, it was Mokhzani who became a professor after returning with
a Ph.D from the London School of Economics. Rawi should have gone to university after
a stint as a teacher but he declined Mokhzani's and my offer to arrange for him to
return to school. I recall him telling me: "Cukuplah ... enoughlah, lah."
I never - perhaps because I suffered in examinations - put too much value in the
marks or grades people get in any examination. Instead I look for character, personality
and communication and thinking skills. In other words for what they are.
Examination results do not tell as much about a student's talents, capabilities and
potential because all he or she needs to do to pass an examination is a good memory
and the ability to regurgitate facts.
Of course, it would have been a remarkable achievement for any of us to obtain good
grades, a first-class degree and success in life. But in real life, things do not
work that way. Being sagacious (and acceptable) is more important.
We have many streetsmarts who continually outclass and outperform the eggheads. Anyway,
nothing suceeds like success itself and it has many suitors and fathers. Failure
is and will always be an orphan.
Twenty one of us were a competent lot. However, not all attained success but each
did his best for himself and the nation. Those who know us know that. I became a
symbol of sorts. I think if I had passed my high school examinations I might have
not been able to live the same life.
The society in the fifties, even in the dying days of British colonialism, put too
much stress on excellent examination results. Those who performed well in the Cambridge
Overseas Certificate examination were adored and admired whilst those with mediocre
and average results were sidelined and failures virtually ignored. Such was the attitude
of the colonial society.
By design, I started looking towards the post-colonial era idealism which was emerging
and inhaled the whiff of growing nationalism. Then, as now, I believe anything is
It was a depressing environment albeit a changing one. The Malays,except for the
royalty and aristocracy, were at the bottom of the social scale in their own country.
Whites, Chinese, Eurasians and the Indians were above them. Coming next after the
Malays were the Orang Asli.
My parents had sent me to MCKK to be in the world of Malay royalty, aristocracy,
wealth, tradition and privilege that was several galaxies away from Kampong Bandar,
in Kok Lanas-Pulai Chondong in rural Kelantan. Rawi and I had been singled out to
represent the underclass and neither he nor I became what our parents and the authorities
had mapped out for us whatever that was - Oh, yes, to be the abiding loyal civil
servants of the British Raj despite knowing that that era was soon to be ended and
for us to succeed the departing British civil servants.
Malay self-assertion, self-respect and independence caused by nationalism and resentment
came three yars after we left Kuala Kangsar, and not a few of us contributed (at
various levels) to hasten the inevitable process first started by Datuk Onn Jaafar,
an old collegian and founding president of Umno (1946-51) and successfully completed
by Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra (Penang Free School). He, however, sent his only son,
Tunku Ahmad Nerang, to MCKK.
Borrowing from John Buchan in Pilgrim's Way, we "disliked emotion (we
have become unMalay), not because we felt lightly but because we felt deeply".
The acute feeling of loss and pain of classmates (and close friends) dying young
- Fakhruddin, Ariffin and Anuar two of whom were members of the influential "Cabal",
has never left me. I have tried to live each day of my life to the utmost because
I do not know when my own rendezvous with death might come.
I know my rendezvous with destiny has passed.
Dato' Abdullah Ahmad is Malaysia's Special Envoy to the United Nations
(This article has been reproduced with the kind permission of Sun