For the entire college family of
past and present but special for the members of the XVIIIth Thoroughbred and the Form
Fives of 1993.
There comes a time in everybody's life when all
that means a lot to him finally has to go away. As a Malay Collegian, the days of fond
memories, gaitey and happy-go-lucky ways come to an abrupt end on the Finale Day as a
"Budak Koleq". Every Malay Collegian has to encounter the one thing that is
sometimes as painful as a knife piercing through your heart, the last day. It does not
have to be a collegian from the early days to the 50's until now. It will be just the
I am sure most, if not all of us still remember
our first day at this alma mater of ours. All of us were with heads high in sheer pride
but with also tears of sorrow. We knew that this was going to be the beginnig of a
perilous journey (at that time). We were entering the old, unknown corridors of this old
castle filled with tradition and memories of past boys destined for pure supermacy.
During my Form Two days, a prefect once said to me that he
was already getting a sad feeling inside himself about having to leave this college
although it was still early in the year. I, unmatured and dumb (in the college sense, at
that time) found it hard to understand because I had not felt his feelings yet. Now, as my
time here grows shorter, the essence of his words is pounding inside me and my buddies as
we are feeling it. I'm glad to say ZEPP, your words are true.
After nearly five whole years in this magnificent castle, it
is actually quite a problem trying to imagine what is in store for me after my college
days. It's just that for most of us, nearly our entire teenage lives were spent in this
alma mater. There is a bond between us that is somewhat unbreakable. Most of our most
wonderful memories in this "Eaton of the East" will always remain here, buried
I know some people would ask whether there really is a true
bond among us. Well, quite a lot of the Form Fives will remember the 14th of July 1993. It
was the day Latoque left us. We did not know he was going to come back. Truthfully, I
would say that a lot cried their hearts out while some others invisibly wept sorrowfully
saddened by his departure.
Sweat dripping and curses ringing out, we still made it
didn't we? Come the time when we will laugh our hearts or even cry our eyes out about the
boy who fell in the BANK, Mat Sickbay 1989, 1PK2 members, our prefects of those days and
many other eventful times we shared together. Only a student who has stayed here can
understand why it's so hard to say goodbye to the Malay College of Kuala Kangsar. I'm
pretty sure that you juniors out there are still too young to understand but believe me,
the feelings will come sooner or later.
In the eyes of others, I know that a Form Five looks jolly
and extremely happy throughout the year by the way each and everyone of them behaves. But
actually tears are hard to come by even if the pain is hard to swallow. The sorrow inside
is as precious as a gem to be easily thrown out into the open. For us, happy days will
enlighten the heart and bring moments of joy but when the time comes, there is no way to
stop the fury of anguish and the agony of despair.
However, to my collegues, I just hope that we do not easily
break apart after leaving this alma mater of ours even though we won't be that near to
each other anymore. In the MCOBA newsletter I read some time ago, there was one article
that really captured my heart. This article was written by an old boy of the early 80's.
This particular old boy was rather shocked that his fellow classmates of the past, would
rather talk about business and other profitable chances whilst he was eager to recall the
memories of the happy times they had together during the college days.
Silently, he wept, sad to be so alone until a friend noticed
him and went to the author asking what was wrong. Gently, the writer took an old autograph
book written under the Big Tree on their last day at the Malay College. Two pairs of eyes
suddenly became watery. They both cried tears of joy in memory of the past. Although, I am
not in his position, I too was saddened because I understood his feelings at the
gathering. I'm sure most of us would understand too.
Actually it is not wrong to speak about other things, but you
have got to understand that after we leave this white castle, we won't meet our fellow
thoroughbredians frequently anymore. Some, we won't meet again until the end of our lives.
It is just that we should cherish the times we had together once upon a time and sometimes
replenish our thoughts with the sweet and sour times as a "Budak Koleq" before
we are unable to do it anymore.
So, to my fellow comrades, I hope we will cherish the times
we had together. Please do not forget our past days in this magnificent splendour because
memories can't be ignored not now and not forever. This article was written before I left
the Malay College of Kuala Kangsar. So with the days passing by as quickly as a bullet
train, the pain of leaving is slowly seeping through and is somewhat unbearable. I, for
one, do not know what to expect as my final day as a Malay Collegian creeps closer.
The wind of sorrow on the night after SPM is
patiently waiting for its next victim. But we already know that the tears of an "ANAK
MELAYU" will fall freely in Kuala Kangsar, this year and hopefully every year after
this. Actually, as a Malay Collegian, it is not future we're after but really the memories
we want to remember.
This article was written by Qaiser Iskandar Anwaruddin, D82 Ardennes
Caballarius XVIIIth Thoroughbred.