Showing posts with label Geylang Serai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Geylang Serai. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Let's have Mi Rebus Haji Watusi for Lunch!

Rail travel has really come a long way for both sides of the Malaysia-Singapore divide. 
From Low Speed Senandung Malam to High Speed (K)night Rider (?), the modest locomotive has evolved by leaps and bounds to cut travelling time from a whole day (or night) to a mere 90 minutes.
Imagine spending Saturdays or Sundays having Mi Rebus Haji Watusi or Nasi Sambal Goreng at Hajjah Maimunah for lunch, catching up with long lost relatives all over the island in the afternoon, and heading home for KL in the evening.
A Popular Mi Rebus Joint
Restoran Hajjah Maimunah on Joo Chiat Road
Or having Ampang Yong Tau Foo for lunch and shopping at Pavillion after that for the Singaporeans. 
Famed Ampang Yong Tau Foo
On the downside though, hope this does not open the gates for the flooding of FTs from Singapore into Malaysia!   
Courtesy of transitioning.org
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PMs agree on high speed rail linking KL, Singapore

Singapore's Prime Minister, Mr Lee Hsien Loong (right), meets Malaysia's Prime Minister, Mr Najib Razak, in Singapore for the Singapore-Malaysia Leader's Retreat at the Shangri-La Hotel on Feb 19, 2013. Singapore and Malaysia have agreed to build a high speed rail link between Kuala Lumpur and Singapore, a move that will "dramatically improve" the connectivity between the two countries. -- ST PHOTO: NEO XIAOBIN
Singapore and Malaysia have agreed to build a high speed rail link between Kuala Lumpur and Singapore by 2020, in a move that both heads of government called a "game-changer".
Announcing the breakthrough agreement at a press conference today following bilateral talks, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong said that the rail link would create a 90 minute door to door journey for commuters, and that it will "change the way we do business, the way we look at each other and interact."
He pointed to the Eurostar link between Paris and London, which transformed "two European cities into one virtual urban community" as a model for the KL-SG link.
Malaysian PM Najib Razak said that the project will be a private-public one, with the link being built by private contractors with government infrastructural support. He declined to estimate how much the project will cost.

http://www.straitstimes.com/breaking-news/singapore/story/pms-agree-high-speed-rail-link-between-kuala-lumpur-and-singapore-2013

Monday, April 9, 2012

Selipar Jepun, Kasut Tumit Tinggi (Flip Flops + High Heels)

Sayang, bakat teater tempatan sukar mendapat tajaan
Suatu lagi lembaran nostalgia tentang Geylang Serai ...
Kali ini diungkapkan dalam teater persembahan Studio Svarnabhumi dan Map Publika.
Arahan dan skrip nukilan aktivis seni, Dr Zulkifli Mohamad aka Zubin Mohamad.
Skrip pernah dicalonkan untuk Hadiah Cameronian 2007 untuk kategori Skrip Melayu Terbaik
Kisah tentang dua insan dari generasi yang berbeza tapi sama-sama berada di pinggir masyarakat.
Seorang Mak Andam 'merentas gender' dan seorang bekas penari Mak Yong, bertemu di dalam bas ekspres Kota Bharu-Singapura. Masing-masing menggunakan pertemuan itu untuk menilai dan mengimbau kembali kehidupan mereka. Yee 'redha' dengan keadaan fizikal dan naluri femininnya. Che Aminah memendam rasa dengan nasibnya yang sering dirundung malang.
http://svarnabhumi.blogspot.com/2012/02/selipar-jepun-kasut-tumit-tinggi.html
Some gems from the translated script:
Yee: That day I went shopping for myself in Geylang, I met someone named Kamilah, from Klang, but grew up in Singapore. Her real name is Kam Ai Loh.
Che Aminah: Oh, is she Chinese? Can she speak Malay well?
Yee: She invited me to eat Rojak Singapore. Kota Bharu does not have this type of rojak, since this one is rather a luxury, with prawns, crabs, a bit expensive but not so much that I can't have it once in a while. After that she brought me to her shop, which was nearby. I went along with her, she has a clothing boutique, it was really pretty, with clothes for rent and for sale. The clothes were glamorous like those belonging to Malay film stars. I asked her if she had met any Malay movie star, she said that they have all grown old and most of them moved to Kuala Lumpur in 1965. The Malay film world is dead in Singapore.   

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Demi Masa


"Demi masa. Sesungguhnya manusia kerugian, melainkan yang beriman dan yang beramal soleh, saling menasihati dalam kebenaran dan saling menasihati dalam kesabaran.”
[al-Ashr [103]: 1-3]
Assalamu'alaikum, sememangnya masa senantiasa menghambat kita. Mungkin dunia akhir zaman, mungkin juga usia yang semakin meningkat. Walau apapun, setiap awal tahun memaksa kita merenung kembali azam yang telah kita tanam tahun lalu - ada yang berhasil, ada yang tidak dan ada yang masih boleh dijadikan kenyataan.
Rasanya baru semalam saya memulakan blog 'Rabiah Hijrah' ini, pada 14 Februari 2011, sebagai mengenang perjalanan hidup seorang ibu yang meninggalkan tempat lahirnya disebabkan keputusan pemimpin yang memaksa penduduk Melayu Singapura membuat pilihan - untuk tetap di pulau itu atau berpindah ke Semenanjung.
Kendatipun terdapat rahmat di sebalik pilihan yang pedih dan adegan perpisahan yang menyedihkan, perhubungan dengan kenangan serta kaum kerabat di tanah tumpah darah bukan seperti debu di mata atau benang kusut yang boleh digunting dan dibuang begitu sahaja. Biarpun jasad jarang berkunjung, namun ingatan pada pengalaman masa lalu - perasaan yang melonjak dan merudum, suasana riang dan suram, suara lunak dan garang, sentuhan halus dan kasar, bau-bauan harum dan hanyir - sering manggamit dan mengimbau hingga sukar dikikis begitu sahaja.
Ada ketika berlaku peristiwa, seperti penyerahan Stesen KTM Tanjong Pagar (antara mercu tanda bukti Singapura dahulunya sebahagian Tanah dan Kepulauan Melayu), memaksa kita meneliti semula liku-liku hidup sekaligus detik-detik penting dalam sejarah bangsa. 
Membuka lembaran tahun baru 2012 ini, saya pautkan video youtube - Tanah Air Beta - yang dikongsikan oleh 'jiran siber', sdr Awang Labu, dalam Kumpulan FB Geylang Serai, Kampungku.  
Selamat menonton, semoga kita mengambil iktibar dari kisah yang dipaparkan, insya'Allah. 

Friday, July 22, 2011

Of Culture and Crime in Singapore

So there I was, more than a fortnight ago, traipsing around Geylang and Joo Chiat with my cousin Pet, trying to capture my elusive childhood memories.
Gone were the smelly wet and dry markets, now it's all under one organised and sanitised complex.  Gone were the grimy bus terminal, the crammed textile shops and the flea-infested cinema.  No more pawn shops, no more street hawkers operating from their portable wooden stalls in the narrow back lanes.
The mi rebus and sate vendors have moved to the neat and orderly food court with its brightly coloured plastic tables and chairs stuck to each other.  We shared a pre-lunch bowl of mi rebus from Haji Watusi, while an old friend of my cousin's, vented her anger at Malaysians in general and Johorians in particular.  The lack of system, efficiency, hygiene, security, so on and so forth.  The unveiled jealousy the Johorian Malays harboured towards Singaporean Malays who own upmarket properties in Johore, yadda yadda ...  
When I returned to KL, I encountered a news article (below) which broached on the issue of rising crime, stress and suicide rates in the island republic.  How I wish I had also asked the antsy lady what's her take on the possible erasure of the last Malay cultural showcase (apart from Kg Glam complex in the Arab Quarter) right there in her beloved neighbourhood. After all, she had also lamented on George Yeo's agreement with the PRC government which had led to the flooding of mainland Chinese food servers in Geylang and Joo Chiat, whom even Halal outlets such as Hajjah Maimunah (where we had our lunch) have to hire over fellow Muslim brethrens from Malaysia and Indonesia who could, of course, speak the language of the majority of their customers.
  
Dear all,
The management is requesting that our lease with Housing Development Board be extend as the lease will be expiring in September 2011.

We seek your support in appealing for extension of lease so as to enable Kampung Melayu Geylang Serai to continue and provide an ideal place for anyone to experience various cultural activities, shopping and dining amidst the kampung atmosphere.

Saturday July 9, 2011

An epidemic of corpses

INSIGHT DOWN SOUTH
By SEAH CHIANG NEE

IN RECENT days, parts of this law-and-order city, whose murder rate ranks as low as Japan’s, resembled scenes from the American TV series Crime Scene Investigation.
Against its staid nature, seven gruesome bodies have been found in various parts of the island since July 1, unrelated to each other – at a rate of one a day.
In fact, the grisly spate had begun earlier, from around mid-April when a decomposed body was found in a luggage bag at the casino resort of Sentosa.
A month later, an Indonesian maid’s body was discovered submerged in a rooftop tank that supplies drinking water to nearly 200 residents at Woodlands. Her Bangladeshi boyfriend had been arrested.
Since then a total of 13 bodies have turned up, prompting shocked citizens to ask: “What has become of Singapore?”
Police investigators and pathologists – as well as sociologists – are working overtime to probe this epidemic of corpses. Most were believed to be murder or suicide victims.
Until a clear picture emerges, people are blaming it on the rapid intake of foreigners, as well as the presence of two casinos, or possibly both.
Wat-er tragedy: Police removing the body of an Indonesian maid who was found in a water tank on the roof of a flat in Singapore on 16 May. — Singapore Straits Times / Asia News Network
As a result, the second most densely-populated city in the world (next to Monaco) is now also poised to overtake Las Vegas as the second largest gaming destination as well.
These two factors have pushed economic growth sky-high but few ordinary citizens are celebrating.
Families are extremely concerned about the social impact they may bring – including crime, family stress and suicides.
“In fact, they may already have started to take a toll on society,” said a housewife.
Several of the bodies had been found in surrounding waters or forested areas, a few having died or been killed some time ago.
Among the grotesque finds was the lower half of a decomposed female body which was discovered floating in the Bedok Reservoir, a source of drinking water for many Singaporeans.
So far, the phenomenon has not really dented Singapore’s reputation as one of the world’s safest cities, with an average of two murders a month. This works out to 0.5 homicide per 100,000 people, a proportion close to Japan’s and slightly ahead of Hong Kong’s.
But suicides here are another matter. Despite its prosperity, the republic ranked 43rd in the world in 2009 with 401 cases; that was before the casinos opened their doors.
At least half were non-Singaporeans, a few of them China mainlanders. In the latest case, a decomposed body was found near the National University of Singapore (NUS) on Wednesday.
Two days earlier, a couple taking a stroll along the Singapore River were shocked to see the corpse of a Chinese woman floating below the Helix Bridge.
Many Singaporeans are wondering if the 38,600-strong police force is adequate to cope with the population expansion – by 65% to five million since 1990.
Long overcrowded, the city state has undergone a tremendous transformation in almost every field.
Financially, people are generally richer, live better; most youths are better educated. But among the lower income earners, social problems and tales of poverty abound.
As bodies were turning up, the state television reported that the Government was picking up the highest number of homeless individuals in the city in four years.
A total of 339 homeless individuals and 15 homeless families (totalling 50 people) were found last year – compared with 217 individuals and 17 families (comprising 82 people) in 2009.
Nearly one in every six households has more than US$1mil (RM3mil) in assets, making it the densest population of wealthy households in the world, according to the Boston Consulting Group.
But despite the high GDP growth, the lot of the other half is gloomier.
Widely-travelled business consultant Imran Ahmad likened it to “Singapore’s long trip from Third World to First World and back to Third” in which serious crimes are getting more common.
The city before 2004 was less crime-prone, Imran noted. He named some recent social ills: floating corpses in drinking water tanks, a flabby (family) man dressed in wet underwear at Singapore Zoo, a woman threatening a train official after refusing to pay her son’s fare – and so on.
“It is impossible to turn the clock back. Nor does one wish to return to the past. However, Singaporeans must be conscious of society’s direction,” he warned.
Meanwhile, a Chinese-language tabloid reported that a man was arrested for attempting suicide at a flat – half an hour after another man had fallen to his death in the same block.
The public is showing a mixture of bafflement, anger and worry about these social ills.
“Floating bodies are found everywhere every other day,” said a man who wished to be known as Swift Disaster.
“Our crime rate used to be among the lowest, with incidents like these (ones) very rare.
“Foreign workers (are now) robbing and killing each other and domestic maids, illegal prostitution is on the rise, our void decks are being terrorised, rubbish bins being scattered.
“Our children no longer feel safe in the streets of our home. Our aspiration of becoming a First World standard in everything is taking a toll on our lives.
“I hope it’s still not too late for us to make changes where needed and bring back the beautiful Singapo­rean lifestyle. It (might not have been) perfect but it was beautiful.”

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

End of the line

The Tanjong Pagar railway station was taken over at midnight,
on July 1, 2011, by Singapore.

I know it's been more than 10 days since the date of this article but I've been busy with house guests, outstation trips and pressing deadlines.  However, I think it's still current given the despair voiced by poets and artists over the loss of the last Malaysian property in Singapore.  I wonder what's the reaction to the plan to demolish the Malay Village in Geylang after the Eid celebrations in September?  

Saturday July 9, 2011

End of the line

By Louisa Lim

A group of party-goers decided to take to the tracks after learning about the closure of the historic Tanjong Pagar railway station. However, saying goodbye to the past is never easy.
What were they thinking?”
That was my first impression of the passengers on the final train into the Tanjong Pagar railway station. To spend eight hours onboard a wobbly, old train to Singapore was one thing, but to spend eight hours onboard a wobbly, old train just so you could bid goodbye to a railway station in Singapore ... well, that’s just plain lunacy.
But the Tanjong Pagar railway station is the Mick Jagger of railway stations: it may be old and decrepit, but it still has its fair share of groupies. I spotted one of them, Singaporean Zakaria Jaafar — who was proudly clad in a black “Last Train to Tanjong Pagar” logo tee — just as I heaved my bags onto the Ekspress Rakyat’s upper-level compartment and plopped onto one of the musty cushion seats.
“This isn’t just any railway station,” corrected Zakaria, a jovial 45-year-old oil company employee who was returning from a holiday in KL with his family. “This used to be the only way Singaporeans could travel to Malaysia and vice-versa. Previously, passengers needed to use ferry boats to cross the 1km straits.”
And today, Tanjong Pagar would be closing down for good after almost 80 years of operation. Like many historical sites in fast developing countries, the land it is sitting on has been earmarked for development. After this, the Keretapi Tanah Melayu Berhad (KTMB) station would be relocated from Tanjong Pagar to the Woodlands Train Checkpoint, a place often criticised for lack of toilets and cramped space.
“It looks too much like a prison,” commented at least one other person.
Meanwhile, Singapores’ Straits Times reported that a steady stream of people had been visiting the old station to catch a glimpse of its last days. Others like me had taken it a step further: we would be joining in a party of more than 100 people on June 30, to celebrate the station’s final moments by making a last journey there by train.
Inside, the mood was pensive. Apart from the group of Chinese aunties who were yakking up a storm in Cantonese behind me, much of the conversations that floated around were muffled by the thundering clatter of metal against track. It became obvious, as soon as the train pulled out of KL Sentral, that this was not going to be the type of party that left one dazed and confused the next day.
Rendezvous with ghosts
“The last time I travelled by train was back in 1984, before my daughter was born,” said Zakaria. “I’m actually doing this for her today. She’s 16, but she’s never taken the train before.”
Staring past the grimy windows, I can make out wooden houses nestled among the graceful sweep of coconut trees and shimmering green padi fields. The images of pastoral beauty occasionally gave way to dull, grey slabs of concrete and heaps of multi-coloured rubbish that dot the tiny industrial towns. As this scary prophecy flashed before me, I couldn’t help but wonder: Just how much has changed? Would the train’s very first passengers from 1932 recognise Malaysia if they saw her today?
While the outside scenery evolved over years, the carriage still looked as if it was stuck in a time warp, at least according to Zakaria.
“As far as I can recall, not much has changed since my last trip,” he said, scanning his surroundings. “The only difference is that there’s air-con instead of fans now, and the seats are not wooden anymore.”
Two men pushing a cart full of ready-packed food and drinks shuffled past the aisle. I waited for them to pass, before getting up to explore the other carriages. I ambled unsteadily past groups of people — kids, teenagers, the elderly — sitting placidly in their seats, their faces lit by the afternoon sun that streamed through the windows.
After his four-month journey across Asia by train, American novelist Paul Theroux wrote in his book, The Great Railway Bazaar, that “the trains (in a country) contain the essential paraphernalia of the culture.”
“Thai trains have the shower jar with the glazed dragon on its side, Ceylonese ones the car reserved for Buddhist monks, Indian ones a vegetarian kitchen and six classes, Iranian ones prayer mats, Malaysian ones a noodle stall, Vietnamese ones bulletproof glass on the locomotive, and on every carriage of a Russian train, there is a samovar. The railway bazaar with its gadgets and passengers represented the society so completely that to board it was to be challenged by the national character,” he recounted.
While I didn’t see any noodle stall on this train, I did see many friends and families. They filled the train with myriad colours and hailed from all social and economic strata of society. Some were Malaysians, but many more were Singaporeans. Among them was Melissa Lam, 19, a journalist with big hair and even bigger personality.
Lam, who had taken a budget flight from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur the day before just so she could be part of history, revealed that she was inspired by Before Sunrise, the romantic drama in which a couple meets onboard a train.
“None of my friends wanted to do it with me so I got a ticket myself,” she said, snuggling up to her only companion, Ollie the Frog, a giant green plush. “Nobody wants to talk to you on a plane but on a train, you have all the time in the world to make friends. People are friendlier because they are more relaxed, I guess.”
However, some people like Emily and Edmund Tan, retirees, cite practicality as the main reason they have been travelling to KL by train for more than 10 years.
“We choose to travel this way because it gives us a freedom of movement. But of course we’re going to miss the old station, especially the teh tarik and the potato soup there,” remarked Tan, whose lined face lit up as he recalled the many eateries there.
Speaking to random people at a time, I discovered that nobody knew the fate of the teh tarik man or the famous nasi briyani stall once the curtains came down. All they knew was that there’s nothing quite as delicious anywhere else in Singapore.
Balik kampung
Three hours into the train ride, I discovered that there was a rite of passage that every reluctant train passenger had to go through: using the toilet. Trying to relieve yourself in a moving train makes learning a new language like Russian look really easy. Without proper technique, there’s a pretty good chance that you will mess up ... literally.
But no matter. I burst out of the toilet feeling rather triumphant for a first-timer. Basking in the glow of my own personal victory, I was momentarily oblivious to my surroundings, accidentally bumping into a stern-faced train supervisor. Mohamad Sharif Baharom, 51, however, was not as crotchety as he looked.
“I’ve been travelling this route every day for the past 30 years,” said Sharif, who spent countless Hari Raya and New Year’s Eve days onboard the train. “I’ll go from KL to Singapore, and then stay a night at the KTM living quarters in Tanjong Pagar, before heading back to KL the next day. It gets lonely, so I always wind up celebrating the major holidays with my passengers.”
Sharif also expressed sadness at the closure of Tanjong Pagar.
“I’m sad to leave my old post,” he said. “People have been comparing it to the Woodlands checkpoint but I don’t think they can. It’s a beautiful place, but of course, people prefer new things these days.”
The gloominess that hovered between us immediately evaporated when the train pulled up at Segamat. A large group of party-goers and media trolls from Singapore and around the world clambered onto the train, armed with drinks, cameras and high spirits.
Perhaps the most unlikely party animal among them was Rosemary Ong, who had travelled to Segamat with her friend and father that very morning. Dressed modestly in shorts and T-shirt, and lugging a big trolley bag for “shopping purposes”, the vivacious 50-year-old real estate agent said she had taken a day off work for the occasion.
“I like the idea of anything new, and a party on a train sounds exciting enough,” she said, grinning manically. “Honestly, though, I still feel very sad about Tanjong Pagar, even though I hardly take the train. It’s Singapore’s very own kampung, and when I went there last night to get tickets, I could see how many people loved it. Even the old ticket-seller had a good cry when he rolled down the shutters for one last time.”
While Ong is more of a car-and-plane person, she confessed that sitting in a train brought back a rush of fond memories.
“We used to have a house on KTM land, and it would shake whenever a train passed by. The trains also acted as our alarm clocks at 6am every morning,” she said.
It was then that we heard the announcements. Ekspress Rakyat would be arriving at Tanjong Pagar in another half an hour. I looked out the window, hoping to get a glimpse of the Green Corridor, a new proposal by the Nature Society of Singapore to preserve the lush greenery that had sprung up around the station. But it was dark out, and all I could see were outlines of cars and people alongside the tracks. They clapped, cheered and honked as we chugged past, and we returned their greeting.
Much to everyone’s surprise, the train arrived on schedule. I stepped off of it, only to find myself swallowed up by this sweating, heaving, shouting mass of humanity. People were rushing forward to pose for pictures with this magnificent steel giant, so I trudged to a little corner with my luggage, hoping to steer clear of this bedlam.
From the sidelines, I watched as KTM officials became instant celebrities. Visitors clutching mementos — caps, bags, key chains, mugs, you name it — crowded around these men in blue for photographs and autographs. Station manager Shamsul Bahari, 43, said he had signed more than 1,000 autographs since morning.
A number of people also leapt onto the tracks to pocket some rocks as a souvenir. But it was reported that one of the most coveted souvenirs was the 50 pieces of S$200 (RM490.40) silver-chromed sculpture fashioned from bits of old railway track. Those who bought them believe they would increase in value.
The Sultan of Johor appeared soon enough, and he too, was not spared from the autograph-signing and picture-taking frenzy. With one final bellow, the last train pulled out of Tanjong Pagar, with the Sultan at the controls.
“I didn’t understand what was the big deal at first as old railway stations close down all the time in my country and nobody really cares,” said Dipashree Das, 30, a journalist from Bombay. “However, the more I did my research, the more I found out why they get so emotional about it. Some have been travelling for decades. There are also many couples that met, feel in love and got married here.”
Das did not have to complete her sentence because I already knew.
“The station’s their last link to the past,” she said anyway, frowning as the last of the revellers trickled away. “From today onwards, Singapore will just be another big, modern metropolis.”
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A quick history lesson

Always rolled your eyes and wondered what the big deal about the Tanjong Pagar railway station was? Here are some fascinating facts that might change your mind:
● It’s supposed to have been the southernmost point of an ambitious vision to link Europe’s vast rail network to one that would span Asia, and eventually connect with the rest of the Far East. If completed, Singapore would have served as the gateway.
● Its main building opened on January 2, 1932. In his speech to officiate the opening of the station, Governor of Singapore, Sir Cecil Clementi Smith, said, “We stand here at the southernmost tip of the continent of Asia”, adding that he had “not the slightest doubt that for centuries this Singapore terminal station will stand here as one of the most nodal points in the whole world’s scheme of communications.”It is thought to have been designed after Helsinki’s Central Station and shares elements with Washington D.C.’s Union Station. The style of architecture selected, Art Deco, was thought to combine Western and Eastern influences.
● The four Angelo Vannetti sculptures on the façade of the building represent the four pillars of the Malayan economy – agriculture, commerce, transport and industry. A Chinese temple also inspired the green-tiled part of the station’s roof.
● The railway platforms were some 366m long, built to cater to the longest of mail trains. Third class passengers had to use a side access to the platforms.
● In April 2011, the Government announced that the Tanjong Pagar Railway Station would be conserved as a national monument. Prior to this, there had been suggestions to turn the place into a museum, or refurbish it into a pub-and-restaurant.
Excerpts taken from http://www.thelongnwindingroad.wordpress.com/.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Jalan Perwira, Kaki Bukit, Singapore



Well, folks, this is the YouTube video on life in Kaki Bukit in the seventies and eighties, posted by Muzaffar703.  I wish I could thank him personally or he would by chance stumble upon my blog, as I had stumbled upon his video.  Note the 'little hut' that housed the 'bucket-type latrine' of the 'good old days of poor sanitation and plumbing' (Snicker and Sneer).
I would also like to thank T Azra who conveyed his salam through Remgold's blog.  I hope there are many silent readers like him who enjoyed reading my postings but are too shy to comment. 
I would also like to share another title of the same genre, A Kite in the Evening Sky by Shaik Kadir, as mentioned by T Azra.  It is a lower secondary text published by Marshall Cavendish Education.  It recounted a childhood in Geylang Serai in the late fifties and sixties.  I will try to get my hands on the book and do an off-the-cuff review.  Til then, God speed!   

               

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Poverty in Kebun Ubi and Visits to Outram


Geylang Serai in the 1950s
(courtesy of http://banyuemas21c.blogspot.com/)
 Poverty in Kebun Ubi and Visits to Outram
“Ada ubi ada batas, ada budi ada balas”

“Geylang si Paku Geylang,
Geylang si Rama-rama,
Pulang Marilah Pulang
Marilah Pulang Bersama-sama”

When the printing press at Hale Street, Ipoh, was seized by the Brits, Bapak moved the family back to Singapore - to take up a sales job with Kodak (Singapore) Pte Ltd and to room in at Ustaz Jalal’s house in Geylang Serai, where he first sighted Mak in 1942.  A decade later, they returned with two children in tow and one due any time, to take up the spare room on the ground floor next to the kitchen.  Jamal, named after the Egyptian nationalist Gamal Abdel Nasser, arrived at Wak Aman’s house on Lorong 37 in late January 1952 after Mak had gone through three days of intense labour.  Mak was already weak and had almost given up pushing the baby who was breeched.  It was only after Bapak had jumped several times over her stomach while she was lying on her back on the wooden bench in the cramped kitchen that the baby’s bottom shoved its way through her birth canal.  When she had gained strength a week later, they returned to Kampong Ubi.  Ustaz Jalal’s house, deep in the heart of Geylang Serai, had no supply of tap water so it could not double up as a labour/delivery room.  Abang Hatta had to help carry water from the old well in the backyard or the public tap by the main road that cut through the maze of houses before or after school.      
            Abang Hatta was already eight going on nine years old.  If I remembered correctly, he was enrolled at Telok Kurau English School, which was about one and a half miles from Geylang, if he cut through Joo Chiat Road.  Mak’s brothers – Wak Asan, Wak Aeng, Wak Aman and Pak cik Pom – were all English-educated and white-collar workers at government agencies or private companies.  In a few of the black and white photos in Mak’s collection, they were either dressed in Western office clothes – pressed long pants, white long-sleeve shirts, matching ties and smart jackets – or modern sports wear – white collared-shirt tucked into white culottes – with badminton or tennis racquets with their co-workers after work.  Mak, I was certain, must have wanted her eldest son to follow in her brothers’ foot steps. 
Kak Eka was seven then and was admitted into Primary One at Playfair School on Playfair Road, which was about a mile away from Geylang.  I could only recall a photograph of her with her hair split into two braids and dressed in sports uniform of white short-sleeve shirt and checked green shorts standing in front of a row of timid looking girls in the school field.  But I remembered well the faded photographs of Mak, Abang Hatta, Kak Eka and baby Jamal looking gloomy in grubby clothes in the bleak backyard of Ustaz Jalal’s house.  Mak gave birth to Yat (Noor Hayati – ‘the light of my life’ in Arabic) on November 14 1953.  Bapak must have been able to afford the hospital fees because she was delivered at Kandang Kerbau Maternity Hospital.  I was not sure if the family had moved out of Ustaz Jalal’s house by then. 
Mak was seven months pregnant with me when Bapak was arrested for smuggling firearms from Indonesia into Singapore and detained at Outram Jail.  Bapak’s arrest and court trial was another disappointment for Siddi, who had just returned from Makkah to accept the appointment as mufti (Head of religious affairs) of Selangor.  Bapak was sentenced to prison for collaborating with the enemy of the colonial state but Mak stood by his belief in the concept of ‘Maphilindo’ (Malaya-Philippines-Indonesia)*, a return to a pre-colonial Nusantara that would to be totally free of Western control. 
The years leading to the declaration of Malayan Independence in 1957 were very volatile.  There were frequent clashes between the different ethnic communities and the British colonial government.  In 1950, the Malays came to blows against the Europeans/Eurasians over the Singapore High Court ruling on the Natrah case.  Natrah was a young 13 year old Dutch girl who was adopted by a Malay family when her biological parents were taken as prisoners of war by Japanese troops who invaded Java in 1942.  A Malay woman, Mak Minah (Aminah binte Mohamed), adopted the five year old Maria Hertogh who was renamed Natrah binte Ma’arof when she embraced Islam the following year.  When her parents were released after the war, they searched and found her and Mak Minah, who refused to return Natrah to them since the girl had expressed her wish to be with adopted mother.  In 1950, the Hertoghs filed for the custody of their daughter.  The court case stretched into a long-winded legal drama, where the Hertoghs alternately won, lost, and won again.  Nadrah, at that time, was already legally married to a young Malay man, Mansor Adabi, since she had reached puberty a year earlier.  In spite of her consent to her marriage and her open display of attachment to Mak Minah and her husband, the High Court ruled that she be returned to her biological parents.  With the support of the Malay community and the Malay press, Mak Minah appealed against the ruling of the High Court but, on 11 December 1950, the colonial court threw out their appeal after less than five minutes’ deliberations.  This angered the crowd who thronged outside the court house.  To them, it was a blatant display of bias by the colonial government towards their fellow Europeans. “It was an unfair treatment of the locals by the colonial government” screamed the headline in the front page of the Utusan Melayu.* Anti-colonial sentiments ran high and the Muslims could not contain their anger when they attacked the gloating Europeans and Eurasians.  Eighteen people died and almost 200 were injured at the end of the three day riots, when the police finally clamped down on the protestors on 13 December 1950.  A few days later, Natrah was taken to the Netherlands by her parents.
Meanwhile, the struggle for self-governance was split between the leftist and the moderates.  The left-wing political parties such as Malayan Democratic Union believed in self-governance by overthrowing the capitalist/colonial powers but the moderates such as Singapore Progressive Party and Singapore Labour Party believed in talks and co-operation with the Brits.  The Labour Front led by David Marshall won the Municipal Elections in 1955, where they were granted limited self-government with the Brits maintaining control in areas such as internal security.  David Marshall became the first Chief Minister of Singapore but resigned the following year when he failed to negotiate for full self-government.  Lim Yew Hock, who took over from Marshall, cracked down on the Communists and their leftist affiliates to impress on the Brits of the local leaders’ ability to weed out “subversive elements”.  The Communists’ support base was mostly among the poor and the Chinese-educated, who were protective of Chinese education and culture.  The Brits had declared a state of Emergency in 1948, where they warned the people about the Communist threat and rewarded those who helped fight the Communist insurgents.  Left-leaning parties such as PKMM, API and AWAS were banned and their leaders detained under the Internal Security Act (ISA).  Although the Communist armed struggle had fizzled out by the mid 1950s, their influence was still present in trade unions and the Chinese school system which led to student protests, strikes, riots and clashes between them and the police in May 1954, May 1955 and October 1956.*                      
The People’s Action Party (PAP) was founded in November 1954.  After the Malayan Independence on August 31 1957, a municipal election was held in December of the same year, where the PAP won 13 seats making it the majority representation on the city council.  The party’s treasurer, Ong Eng Guan, was made the first mayor of Singapore.  People crowded outside City Hall to listen to his fiery speeches against colonialism.  And in the first General Elections in 1959, the PAP once again emerged as the victor when it won 43 out of 51 seats.  Singapore was granted internal self-government and Lee Kuan Yew became the first Prime Minister.  Yusoff Ishak became the first Malayan-born to be the Yang Di Pertuan Negara on December 3 1959.  The state flag and crest were created to evoke a sense of belonging to the new nation.  The national anthem, Majulah Singapura, was written by composer Zubir Said and aneka ragam ra’ayat (open air cultural concerts) which featured entertainment by all the major ethnic groups were staged to bring the masses together.        
Soon after I was born at Kandang Kerbau Maternity Hospital on December 2 1956, Siddi sent Ami Sahak down in his big maroon Mercedes to fetch Mak and all the five children to Klang.  Sitti consoled Mak by taking her to social functions and outstation trips.  Mak never tired of talking about her visit to the Governor Tun Uda’s residence in Penang when I was a few months old.  However, one of her sisters-in-law, who was at that time in between marriages and living under the same roof, was envious of her parents’ affection for her brother’s wife.  She would deliberately leave big loads of soiled clothes in the bathroom for Mak to wash, without her parents’ knowledge.  Mak decided to cut short her stay and took Yat and I back to Singapore, leaving Abang Hatta, Kak Eka and Jamal in Klang.  The reason she gave to her parents-in-law was to visit Bapak in prison.  During her visits to Outram, she would bring his favourite food and Players cigarettes in a can.  There was a photo of me when I was less than a year old in a short-sleeve ribbed singlet and cotton short pants, seated on the table in the prison’s visiting area between Mak and Bapak.  Mak would delight in relating the story of how she used to ask me,
“Where’s Bapak?”
And I would point to the sole of my foot, which is ‘tapak’ in Malay.  When Kak Eka packed her bags and return to Singapore from Klang, Mak was already taking other people’s clothes to wash at the public tap by the road side.  We were staying in one of those units that were part of an extension of the main house, which belonged to the landlord.  My childish antics and tantrums were their main source of entertainment to lighten the burden of their daily drudgery.  They would recount over and over about how I was such a control freak before I could even walk properly.  After Mak had done washing other people’s laundry late at night, she would take the short cut home by jumping over the ditch.  Every time she or Kak Eka jumped, I thought I would fall off from one of their waists, so I insisted that they take the long way and cross the small bridge over to our rented unit.  (Yat was about four years old, so she could jump over the ditch with a little hep from them).  They must be too drained after their late night chores to entertain my dictates that they put me outside and closed the door.  I was determined to show that I was not afraid until I saw a rat passed by.  I got up, hollered ‘Bintoyot’ (cincorot) and pounded on the door.  Those were hard times but Mak and Kak Eka managed to laugh over my antics and the idiosyncrasies of some of our visitors and neighbours.  There was one fellow named Najib who would push aside the wall calendar in his next door unit to peer through the hole that he had bored in the thin wall.  When queried, the student from Kelantan would respond: “Ini lube buak nginta-nginta” (This is a peep-hole that I made to see what the next door neighbours are up to).  Not long after, Mak got news of Abang Hatta’s fall from one of the big trees in the yard of the government quarters in Klang. She asked him to come home to our crammed unit, furnished with only kapok mattresses and mosquito nets, and he did. 
When I was about four or five years old, we moved to a one-bedroom unit in the middle of those rows of wooden houses in Lorong K, a few yards from the shop lots which ran parallel to the Central cinema and a mere walking distance from Wak Asan’s house in Jalan Taugeh.  It was at the junction between Lorong K and Jalan Taugeh that I first encountered the Lok Tang (a Taoist monk) dancing in a trance and smoothing her cheeks with charcoal-heated iron.  On some nights, we could hear the high-pitch voices of the actors performing on stage in the Wayang Pek Ji (Chinese opera), with regular clanging of the cymbals, in the vacant lot next to the Central cinema.  The Lok Tang, the characters in the Wayang Pek Ji, the Benggali man who went around with a sickle and a sack supposedly to harvest children’s heads to appease the spirits of the bridges and the Benggali snake charmer who performed ‘magic’ tricks with the help of his son under the angsana tree on East Coast Road were ‘villains’ that Mak used to scare us from venturing away from home.                
Bapak must have been released from Outram by then since I remembered him humming to the tune of P. Ramlee’s ‘Tiada Kata Secantik Bahasa’ (No words as sweet as speech), which was a popular request by radio listeners at that time.  He seemed to be in a good mood most of the time, bringing home a miniature plastic snake curled in a plastic basket and a wooden bedroom and kitchen set for me to play with.  But as the need to provide for his family grew, he spent more time away from home, either in Klang to persuade Sitti (who always had a soft spot for her first born son) to sell his share of the family estate (the bulk of it was 114 acres of land in Perak and Selangor which belonged to her and Siddi) for him to start a business venture or at one of his project at that time, such as the paddy field in Kahang which he started in the early ‘60s.   
·         Kampong Ubi started as a tiny settlement in the nineteenth century when the Malays who lived in stilt houses at Kampong Busong along the Singapore River mouth had to make way for the Brits’ trading activities.  The Brits’ use of the sea lanes and immigrant Chinese and Indian labour pushed the coastal Malays inland, where they settled on the banks of the Geylang River.  There they formed the core of Kampong Melayu in Geylang, which in the nineteenth and early twentieth century was known as Geylang Kelapa (coconut).  The settlement was called Geylang Serai when lemon grass (citronella) was cultivated in place of coconuts and processed in a factory named the Citronella Press near the river bank.  The word "Geylang" was believed to be a distortion of the word kilang (factory).* Other than planting farm produce for their own sustenance, the Malays of Geylang also reared poultry for their meat supply.  In the early 1960s, you could find cockerels perched on branches, mother hens pecking for worms on the muddy ground followed by their tiny yellow broods, irate geese and ganders chasing strangers and crabby turkeys roaming around.  As the population grew, the area for farm land shrank.  After WWI, the settlement grew eastwards away from the river and, by late 1920s, more Malays from other parts of the island moved in and settled there.  In the early 1940s, Geylang fell to the Japanese forces which entered through the east coast via Tekong and Changi.  Food shortage and famine during the Japanese Occupation forced the people to grow ubi kayu (tapioca), instead of coconut and rubber, as a substitute for rice.  That part of Geylang where tapioca was grown was known as Kebun Ubi or Kampong Ubi.  Among the bushes on the tapioca farms, you could trip over tomb stones of fallen Japanese soldiers.  The post-War population explosion led to overcrowding and depressing living conditions.  The crammed ramshackle houses, the meandering dirt roads, the lack of water supply, proper drainage and sanitation - the overall sense of deprivation - manifested itself into rising social problems. Strained family relationships ended in domestic violence and divorces among married couples; gangsters and runaways among young men and women.  The social landscape beyond Geylang Serai was also changing rapidly.  The 1950s were the heydays for Malay political, economic and cultural consciousness in Singapore.  Angkatan Sasterawan 50 (ASAS 50) or Singapore Writers Movement, with its motto of “Seni untuk masyarakat” (Art for Society), was churning poems, short stories, essays and plays.  Masuri SN, Samad Ismail and Usman Awang were among the better known proponents of ASAS 50.  Since the early 1900s, journalists and literary writers had been active in social and political movements to improve the lot of the Malays in Singapore.  Among the pioneer journalists who championed Malay rights was Mohd Eunos Abdullah, a member of the Johor royal family who managed the first Utusan Melayu (1912–1914), a translated version of the Singapore Free Press.  He was the first Malay to serve in the Legislative Assembly and was conferred the prestigious Justice of Peace (JP) award.  In 1926, he founded the Kesatuan Melayu Singapura (Malay Union Singapore), which was the first quasi-political body in the Malay world.  Mohd Eunos also played a pivotal role in lobbying for the opening and expansion of settlements for the Malays.  Jalan Eunos which I passed by almost everyday to school, to Central or Gelang, was named after him.
·         Ahmad Ibrahim was another ‘big name’ that Mak loved to mention.  He was a lawyer and a member of the Municipal Commission, who played a crucial role in the appeal for Mak Minah’s custody of Natrah in 1950.  Ahmad Ibrahim studied law at St. John’s College, Cambridge, under the Queen's Scholarship in 1935.  He graduated 1st Class in Economics and Law in 1939.  A decade later, he contested as an independent in the Municipal Commission Election and won.  He was the Republic of Singapore's first Attorney General and later the Republic's ambassador to Egypt.  He was appointed as Professor of Legal Studies at the Faculty of Economics and Administration, University of Malaya (1969–1972), Dean of Faculty of Law, University of Malaya (1972–1983), Professor Emeritus, University of Malaya (1984) and the Shaikh and the Dean of the Kulliyyah of Laws, International Islamic University of Malaysia (1983–1999).  The Kulliyyah of Laws was later renamed Ahmad Ibrahim Kulliyyah of Laws (AIKOL).  His writings on civil law and Islamic jurisprudence are regarded as international references.  After his passing, AIKOL established the Ahmad Ibrahim Memorial Lecture.  IKIM later instituted an academic project on his works.
·         It was not all poverty and squalor, racial tensions and discontent, gloom and doom for the Malays in Singapore in the ‘50s.  There were educational, literary and cultural programs organised by Malay Youth Literary Association (4PM) and a cultural body known as Sriwana.  Sriwana was founded in 1955 by Nongchik Ghani, a writer and cultural activist who was also involved in the Anglo-Malay Evening School and 4PM.  He served as Sriwana’s secretary for 40 years, during which time he wrote several stage dramas and choreographed musicals such as Singapura Dilanggar Todak (Garfish Attack on Singapore).  Wak Nyok’s children – Abang Imat, Kak Imah, Kak Pet, Kak Lina and Tena were active as musicians, vocalists and dancers in Sriwana in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s.