Nostalgia 1
Apa kata kita track down our teachers...... during our school days....... (yang masih hidup, kalau yang dah arwah, apa kata kita buat sedekah doa untuk roh2 mereka dan buat kenduri kecil-kecilan) Bila dah jumpa, kita adakan gathering... baru best. I really remember kat Cikgu Ma'amor bin Abdul Rashid. (terlupa bila dia start ngajar, dia pencen 1989 if i'm not mistaken). Cikgu Ma'amor nie is a very cool man, sangat penyabar tell you. Tetapi my class masa tu 2 Za'aba 1988 telah membuatkan dia marah habis, sampai dia keluar dari kelas tanpa mengajar apa-apa. Gua masih ingat lagi dia marah sambil menyebut "This is rubbish! this is rubbish!" sambil merampas sebuah buku gila-gila daripada seorang classmate. Saya pada masa tu sebagai pen. ketua tingkatan (form three aku rampas kuasa jadik monitor) telah pergi ke bilik guru dan kiranya macam pujuk Cikgu Ma'amor. I tell you, dia boleh just lupakan kejadian tu and mengajar kelas kami. The best thing was that the way dia ngajar BM. Memang tiada tandingan punya.....Masa kitaorang form 3 Cikgu Latiff lak ambil alih. Dia nie jenis very lepak. Aku rasa dia selalu bercerita dalam kelas ngajar sikit ajer, coz dia tahu yang bebudak yang telah diajar oleh Cikgu Ma'amor mesti berjaya punya. Sangkaan dia memang tepat, coz bila result SeRaPi (cara gua sebut SRP) keluar. Only one person yang aku tak boley sebut nama yang dapat A2 untuk BM, yang lelainnya A1. Bangga beb wa cakap lu. Bagi sesiapa yang pernah diajar oleh Cikgu Ma'amor mesti bersetuju ngan aku........ azzad 87-91 azzad@gitn.com.my
Nostalgia 2
Lagi sorang cikgu yang aku tak boleh lupa ialah Cikgu Ahmad bin Hashim, cikgu BM ( Dia belah pada 1990 ) sebabnya dia bengang dengan seseorang (aku tak leh cakap kat sini siapa dia) Dia pindah ke Penang...ngajar kat sekolah kebangsaan Sg. Ara. Last jumpa dia waktu aku matrikulasi USM kat USM Penang 1993. Lepas tu aku lost contact ngan dia. Kita orang dulu bagi gelaran "Garry" kat dia. Dia pernah tanya kenapa, "Adakah sebab saya main bola macam Gary Lineker". Kami cuma gelak tanpa memberi tahu kenapa.... Dia juga yang mengenalkan rumah warden kat blok C (laxmana) sebagai "SRI WADENA", mula2 ramai yang kutuk.....tapi bila dah lama, orang boleh terima. Dia nie memang pakar bahasa berbunga-bunga. Waktu HM terbaik kami (Cikgu Baharom Kamari...Ex-Sdarian jugak nie) nak berangkat ke USA untuk buat masters, Cikgu Mad laaa yang jadik dia punya MC. Siap ngan pantun, cakap lu......Cikgu Mad juga terror dalam menghasilkan lirik sebuah lagu yang menusuk kalbu gua. Nama lagu aku tak ingat, tapi yang biasa nyanyi lagu tu ialah Wan Mohd Hatta. (Jambu sapa nie woiiiii, ngaku cepat). Ceis main jambu!!! aku masih ingat, member aku menangis sebab nak berpisah ngan Jambu dia......Ceiiiiissss. Geli geleman aku bila pikirkannya balik..... oooppppp sorry dah tersimpang. Berbalik kepada Cikgu Mad. Waktu bulan puasa, bebudak form 4 & 5 blok A & B (masa tu bilik campur form 4,5 & form 1,2,3) kitaorang menyalakan lilin sepanjang koridor and apa lagi main mercun laaa. aku ngan member aku main mercun padi....tak bising sangat....takut warden bangun.... malangnya, ada laa mamat nie yang melancarkan mercun roket ke blok bertentangan dan dia punya meletup cakap luuuuu....... sampai terbangun anak kecik Cikgu Mad. Apa lagi Cikgu Mad ngamuk laaa. Aku dengan tangkasnya melompat ke katil aku dan pura2 tidur. Cikgu Mad masuk bilik dan menyalakan lampu. Sambil menjerit, "celaka betui! anak nak tidurq pun susah... aku tau hangpa buat2 tidurq...." dan belah dari bilik gua. Malangnya ada laa budak yang terkantul...... apa lagi kena tempeleng laaaa......... takut woooo wa cakap lu..... Naga kalau lu baca niee.... tentu lu ingat punya....... Ok laa kisah gua takat nie...... Sesapa ada cerita menarik kasi cerita laaaa...." Especially pengalaman kat SDAR. Kalau experience hantu tu lagi best........ azzad 87-91 azzad@gitn.com.my
The Final Day
It was unbearable. For 5-7 years your friends have been everything to you. For good or bad the stomping ground (SDAR) was the only place you know inside out. We may considered it as prison but do not kid yourself after 5 years it is the only place you want to be. No matter what you were saying back then inside you were crying. During my days in SDAR the Seremban Railway Station was a flash flood zone at the end of every year. The fact is that you are not going to be that close ever again. When the Station Master blew the whistle for the train to move your five years came immediately flashing by you. Instantaneously your tears flew out like a Niagara Falls. My personal experience was with a bunch of hard hitting and tackling rugby players crying like babies at the historic railway stations. Even the people at the stations were amazed. Some of us, who supposed to take the bus to KL's Pudu Raya Station, after that promised ourselves not to cry when we went our separate ways at Puduraya. Well, when it is from deep down your heart you can do nothing about it. A second crying session started at Puduraya. Nasib baik tak sampai macam cerita hidustan kejar bas. How do you really explain all these to somebody effectively? If you are not there you can't. I was there and I still can't. It was unbearable. For 5-7 years your friends have been everything to you. For good or bad the stomping ground (SDAR) was the only place you know inside out. We may considered it as prison but do not kid yourself after 5 years it is the only place you want to be. No matter what you were saying back then inside you were crying. During my days in SDAR the Seremban Railway Station was a flash flood zone at the end of every year. The fact is that you are not going to be that close ever again. When the Station Master blew the whistle for the train to move your five years came immediately flashing by you. Instantaneously your tears flew out like a Niagara Falls. My personal experience was with a bunch of hard hitting and tackling rugby players crying like babies at the historic railway stations. Even the people at the stations were amazed. Some of us, who supposed to take the bus to KL's Pudu Raya Station, after that promised ourselves not to cry when we went our separate ways at Puduraya. Well, when it is from deep down your heart you can do nothing about it. A second crying session started at Puduraya. Nasib baik tak sampai macam cerita hidustan kejar bas. How do you really explain all these to somebody effectively? If you are not there you can't. I was there and I still can't....bond