Tuesday, July 22, 2008

This piece from FARIDAH ZAINAL............

Zak, u have gradually made me reminiscing the moments of our twilight schooldays. Thanks for the effort. I think I,m going to accept ur challenge …. reminiscing our puppy love… Before I start, my recollections are quite blur … so if anyone mind to correct, add in or comment on the incidents, u r most welcome….

It all started when our seniors reported in. There would be the night to welcome them and one of the programme was a stage show by the fresh ‘seniors’. I was among the AJK who were suppose to search for a “MR. PERFECT” (another group search for a “ MISS PERFECT”??????). So we started to look out for the abang-abang senior who could fit in the criteria : most handsome, smart, good character, disciplined etc, etc…..

In the mist of eyeing the candidate, i bumped onto this abang….. instantly my heart jumped to my throat….. I saw a face I thought I’d never see as attractive as this one for a thousand years…… that was the beginning…… at the canteen door.

So, I found my “MR. PERFECT” but I didn’t know anything about him….his name, which class, etc..etc.. I couldn’t nominate him … what a shame…. somebody else won the tittle I guess.

That stage night, one of the abangs managed to persuade me to take a minor part in their show – a last minute gesture when they saw me, alone, back stage. I was there trying to seek the glimpse of my idol… They had my costumes ready and all I had to do was just walk towards the centre stage and jump histerically, shouting, when the ghosts (abangs in a black suit with white skeleton) appeared. And u know what happened after that? HE came to my rescue …. I was flabberghasted… (there was some pictures taken but I had none in my possession ……(care to add in????))

Since then, his sight made me shudder and cold blood rushed my entire veins and capillaries and cold sweat ran down my temples. Everytime at the dining hall, I was too afraid to look around lest I saw him and that would cut off my appetite. Once or twice we accidentally sat facing each other ….. I was so nervous… I couln’t swallow my food… I immediately ran down with fever……. still… I didn’t know his name and which classroom……

I didn’t know why but it seemed that he knew my enigma and so were the rest of his friends… during evening joggings the group would rest and whenever I passed them …. they would sing this hindustani song “me sya ir toh nehi…….” only that one line. Then they started calling me “Bobby..” and mentioning another name “Raju” maybe referring to HIM. Still, I didn’t know his name and which classroom….. and I didn’t see him….

I forgot how it came about but we did meet one day at the empty room beside the canteen – for the first time face to face. Not much was said for I was too scared, shy plus staggered. The brief meeting left me remembering these golden words of his: “Study hard for your MCE and for your future. If God permits, we’ll meet again outside somewhere..” Another time was when he signaled to me from the third floor classroom while I was playing volleyball with u all…. I ran upstairs to find him with a hard-cover orange book (Kinetics – argh…I forgot…) in which was a letter. He handed me the book with a smile and no words were exchanged…. (I can’t remember what was written). I forgot how I return the book and how I replied the letter.

I remember vaguely one weekend, a few of us gals went visiting Yut’s house. Then we went to HIS house. I wondered how that came about and I can’t remember where was/is his house. (anybody can elaborate?????)

By the end of our school term everyone was saying goodbyes…. I gave the abangs to write something in my book (autograph???) where they are supposed to write lyrics. The abangs mentioned the name BOBBY and Raju…and so many good words. HE wrote down a malay song which I didn’t know but the words was so romantic…. and he signed with love …. RAJU….. (I lost this book a few months later…. and so did the memories… in fact I lost so many things like photos, t-shirts anything that could remind me of SMSJ…. that explains for my poor recalls besides the catastrophy I faced during 1982 and 1983 when I fell really sick)

We went exchanging letters during the departure. I did meet him when I was in ITM (1977/78) at his hostel in UPM (Open Day) with Haslina who brought me there. I knew, I was not his match and my instincts were right when he finally wrote a goodbye letter. I thought I would weep but I couldn’t cos I had anticipated this moment all along.

WELL ZACK, MY PUPPY LOVE WAS ACTUALLY ONE-SIDED. IN FACT IT WAS SO EXTREME THAT I CONFIDED MY MOTHER ABOUT IT. SHE CONSOLED ME BY GIVING ME ‘AIR YASSIN’ SO THAT I COULD FORGET HIM. FINALLY HE WAS OUT OF MY MINE IN 1979 ……

NOTE: NO WORRIES ABOUT HUSBAND

- Faridah Zainal


* Thanks Faridah for this heart rendering story :). You must have kept it close to your heart all this years. Maybe Tahir can turn it into a Drama series hehe. Tahir, Ghizan, IBJ, Azman semua ada markah dolu-dolu di SMSJ. Let us hear your piece, guys !!!
- zack

1 comment:

naha said...

I still remember that Faridah had an admirer during our school days & we used to tease her about that "Abang". But now after reading her piece on puppy love, I'm not sure if it's the same person. Well, Faridah, I pray for your happy life & bright future with your children