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31 Oct 2016

In brief


M. I. MERICAN

mohamed ismail merican aka m. i. merican

Born
Mohamed Ismail Merican bin Vapoo Merican Noordin

14 February 1882

Church Street (now Lebuh Gereja), Penang
Died
24 November 1956 (aged 74)

Alor Merah, Alor Setar, Kedah
Resting place
Alor Merah, Alor Setar
Nationality
Malayan
Also known as
M. I. Merican, M. I. M. Noordin, Md. Ismail Merican, Ismail Merican
Race
Malay
Education
Elementary and secondary education
Alma mater
Penang Free School, Penang
Occupation
Teacher (1904?-1911), Civil Servant (1911-1937) served as Headmaster, Senior Auditor, High Court Registrar, Assistant Legal Adviser, Acting Superintendent of Education, Acting Legal Adviser, and Acting Under Secretary, served as Unofficial Member of Kedah Executive Council and the Council of State of Kedah (1947-1954), took up private business after retirement.
Years active
1908–1954
Known for
His translation of hundreds of enactments which constitute the laws of Kedah (1920s – 1930s)
Religion
Islam
Spouse(s)
1. Chik binti Hassan (1930s)
2. Chah binti ? (1930s – 1040s?)
3. Gayah binti Abdul Rahman (m. 1946? – his death in 1956)
Children
Mohd. Sharif Marikan (1947 - )
Mohd Hussin Marikan (1948 - 2013)
Che Aminah (1950 - )
Parents
Vapoo Merican Noordin (father)
? (mother)
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30 Oct 2016

"When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk."

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1. In a scene from the film The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Tuco (played by Eli Wallach) is washing himself in a bath when a bad guy appears and starts to intimidate him at gunpoint. As the bad guy is talking away, obviously thinking that he has gained the upper hand, Tuco fires a shot with his gun concealed under the bath foam. Having shot down his adversary, Tuco says: “When you have to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.” Somehow I’ve always thought that Tuco’s words make sense. If you intend to do something, then just do it. If you keep holding it off, you might not be able to get it done in the end.

2. Holding off doing something is one of my bad habits. One classic example is how my newspaper collection ended up in ashes. As a teenager, I delighted in reading short stories. Back then Berita Harian was publishing short stories on Thursday. Its weekly, the Berita Minggu, dedicated a few pages to short stories and poems by local writers as well as articles concerning literature. The daily also dedicated a full page to students’ contributions. I was quite a prolific contributor then.

3. So I made a point of buying the daily every Wednesday and Thursday as well as the weekly every Sunday, paying for them out of my pocket money. I started keeping all the papers I’d bought and began stacking them up on a disused crude workbench I got from somewhere. They piled up over time and eventually grew into two stacks of old papers about a metre high.

4. From the start I thought of making cuttings out of my collection of papers to keep all the short stories, poems and articles for my future reading or reference. As days went by, the stacks of yellowing papers remained untouched on the old workbench. I was quite comfortable as long as my stacks of paper collection remained safe on the workbench and I was quite certain I’d find the time to begin my paper cuttings one day.

5. Then came my teacher training days. I was quite busy with my studies and assignments during my two-year teacher training period. In the first year I attended what was known as the regional training centre when I had to teach on weekdays and attend courses on weekends. In the second year, I continued my training at a teacher training college in Cheras, Kuala Lumpur. All through my training days, I had almost forgotten about my newspaper collection.

6. One day, during a long vacation, I thought it was high time I set to work doing my paper cuttings. As I took a look at the stacks of old papers, I noticed something odd about them. There were traces of earth plastered on one side of one of the stack of papers. My reaction was to lift the corner of the stack. My goodness! There was a swarm of white ants underneath! The stacks of papers were infested by white ants! I had no choice other than to get rid of the old papers. I moved them to an open space outside the house and burned them to ashes. Well, there goes my paper collection …

29 Oct 2016

Just a slight bend

Just a slight bend




1. My first posting as a trained teacher was in 1969. I was posted to a secondary school situated just outside Pokok Sena, a small town about 20 kilometres away to the east of Alor Setar. There were three of us posted there that year. I took the bus daily to school, a half hour ride from town.

2. Within a few months my colleagues were already riding their own scooters to school while I was still taking the bus then. Later, I travelled to work with one of my colleagues on his scooter for quite some time.

3. Somehow I thought of buying a motorcycle so that I could travel to work on my own. After acquiring a motorcycle driving license, I bought one on hire purchase. It was a Honda Cup with the number plate KC 431. I wonder if it’s still on the road today. 

4. My maiden ride away from the vicinity of my kampong was along a narrow road through a quiet park just outside town. I was riding at a moderate speed and it went well until I approached a bend. It caught me by surprise and I was completely stunned. In the blink of an eye I was sliding on the road along with my bike.

5. Fortunately, I only suffered cuts and bruises and the bike was only slightly damaged. I called on a close friend who treated my cuts with antibiotic ointment, gauze and plasters. He was curious, and after a while we were back on the bike, my friend driving. 

6. He was curious to know where I’d fallen and I guided him along. When we approached the bend, I told him that that was where I’d fallen. He was going at a much faster speed than I was earlier but nevertheless took the bend with great ease. “It’s just a slight bend!” he exclaimed obviously amazed that I had failed to manoeuvre my bike safely along the curve. 

7. I had to swallow my pride then, but little did he know I’d just had a brief experience of riding a bicycle and that was my first ride on a motorcycle away from my kampong. It had always been along a straight path or lane, so what would I know about manoeuvering a bend, a slight bend, even ...


27 Oct 2016

Better late than never

From the Malaymail Online, 27 October, 2016


1. A long time ago when I was 12 or 13 years, my friend carried me on the carrier of his bicycle. The ride went nicely at first but then my friend decided to pull a trick on me by shaking the handle violently that the vehicle seemed to go out of control. I was so scared that I threw myself off the vehicle. I was quite sure I would fall off safely but I ended up with cuts and bruises instead. My friend was so regretful and didn’t expect I’d react the way I did. Thinking out loud then, he believed that I would never ever ride a bicycle again. 

2. Believe it or not, I learn to ride the bicycle when I was turning 18. Nightly I would struggle to balance myself on the two-wheeled vehicle while paddling it in the dark in an open area behind our house. It was not an easy skill to learn especially when you’ve missed the boat for more than a decade. But I persevered, thinking that I should be able to ride a bicycle before thinking of buying a motorcycle. So I thought learning the skill was very useful. 

3. As a matter of fact, I had felt so left out during much of my teenage years, missing all the fun that my peers had going around on their bikes. I still recall the bicycle trip to Perlis organized after the Lower Certificate Examination was over and just before the school holidays. Most of my classmates participated and it was then that someone let the cat out of the bag and made me eat dirt. 

4. Several weeks after a very intensive effort, I was able to ride the bike with ease without thinking of falling off.  When I was quite confident that I could manoeuvre it on the road, I approached a friend and asked him if he could accompany me on a bicycle trip to Kangar. He was ready, willing and able, so we started off early in the morning to avoid much traffic on the road. 

5. Kangar which is about 63 kilometres away from my home town is the state capital of Perlis, a small state to the north of Kedah. I can’t recall much about the trip except that my friend was encouraging me when I was unsure of myself on the road. After the important trip, I became bicycle-crazy for some time and rarely took the bus to town again …