Sent: Tue, 24 May, 2011 22:01:07
We have embarked on a journey that took us from the bosom of family and friends.
That journey took us far and between some of us we lost touch with our friends. Many a time when we returned to the place called Kuala Kangsar, we wondered what happened to our school mates. We gazed upon the old school block and the field, seeing our friends during sports day during the PE class and remembering the laughter and the whoops of joy. Passing by the old road and hearing the old school bell ring, we smile when we hear the whooping sounds of students rushing out of their classes, for it reminded us of our time there.
The afternoons spent lying by the river banks and sucking on the ice cream Malaysia. Hanging out at Ghee King before hanging out was cool!
Splashing around and generally having a good time before the cares and the worries that inevitably awaits us.
Yes there were a few heartaches especially when the cute girl from RPK that you admired from afar went out for a movie with someone else and yes a few knees were scrapped and elbows got bruised in the free for all football games.
Yes, but the heartaches fades away over the years and we smile at them. For now we realise how foolish we were.
Yonder years that passed us by are now but multi coloured memories which we cherish and treasure. We may not have been the best of mates back then not because of anything but because we did not know any better.
We didn't distinguish ourselves by race creed or religion, we went by with life as life took us. We were happy to be friends and to be with one another. Yet respectful of each beliefs. How many times have I sat at the Guardwara (Sikh place of worship) happily munching on capatis and sardines. No my faith was never in doubt. My entry into the Church in front of the School gates never made me waver in my faith. We were young and we were strong.
Now as we sit on the threshold of our glory years, the coming years of being a grandparent and the joy of not caring whether our pants don't match our socks, we are poised to reaffirm our friendship and reaffirm our belief in the common good of all men.
Onwards we shall beat to the march of time and rejoice in recapturing the essence of being a Qualer boy and a Cliffordian, to be ourselves again, this coming event of ours.
Not because we want to do business not because we want to make money but because we want to be ourselves amongst friends.
Hark my friends, the clarion call has been made, the battle cry has been made, the trumpets have been blown. Hark my friends, let's meet again on the shores of Clifford School and on the banks of River Perak. Onwards shall we mae our way to Clifford and at Clifford shall we gather. Onwards to friendship rekindled reaffirmed and re-established and cherished.
Till I see you there, I will always be a Cliffordian and by adoption a Qualer Boy at heart.
A Paritian in Qualer.
SA Sulaiman
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