That's life

1. A few official documents I found in the Archives had shown that my father was drawing a reduced pension of $222.86 rial per month after he retired in 1937. When he passed away in 1956, my mother was not entitled to his pension on account of the pension rules that existed at that time.
2. Incidentally, revised pension rules of 1981 stipulate that a wife of subsequent marriage is entitled for derivative pension. However, no one in the family ever thought about it. It seemed to have been a forgotten question.
3. As for me, the early 80s was somewhat a new beginning. I got married in March 1981 while I was in my final year at the university. Early the following year it was back to teaching again after finishing my studies coinciding with the birth of my first child.
4. So, my life was occupied with starting afresh at a rural school and beginning to raise a family. We lived in a small rented kampong house less than two kilometers away from the school.
5. After two years I bought a house in the city about 16 kilometers from the school and later moved house. About eight months later towards mid-80s I was offered to work at the state educational resource centre in the state capital 64 kilometers away. So, it was moving house again.
6. Coming back to the question of the pension. I'm ashamed to admit that I knew nothing of the revised pension rules until the day my niece told me that "grandma is entitled to grandpa's pension." A close family friend had told her about it. As far as I recall that was many years ago when my mother was still alive.
7. So, for her sake we tried to pursue a claim for the pension money against obstacles that seemed impossible to overcome. The main obstacle was proof of identity. It was vital to establish that my parents were legally married. A marriage certificate would have sufficed, but the document was lost and forgotten a long time ago.
8. Attempt to search for a duplicate at the Islamic department was futile because we failed to give the exact date of the marriage. A clerk at the department told us that there was no record of the marriage, but I could swear that I once laid eyes on the record of my parents' marriage in a large, fat book many years ago.
9. In those days the imam kept such books to record marriages of people in a mukim (small district). During my teens one of my close friends was working as a clerk at a primary school in our village. As it happened, the imam of our mukim at the time was also a teacher teaching at the school.
10. On one occasion I dropped by the school office on a Saturday to say hello to that clerk friend of mine. It was simply by chance that I spotted the aforementioned book lying on one of the tables. It looked quite old and battered. My friend told me what it was and out of curiousity I flipped through the pages. Eureka! There it was among rows of dates and names etc - particulars of my parents' marriage. It was unfortunate that I did not bother to jot them down for safekeeping.
11. The book might have changed hands through the years, but the incumbent during the course of our inquiry admitted that no such book was handed over to him. It might have gone missing indefinitely and with it the hard evidence that we badly needed was lost.
12. However, the department could issue a marriage document if next of kin were to sign a statutory declaration that the marriage had taken place and testified by two male witnesses. By then more than 60 years had passed since my parents got married and we could not find any surviving close relatives or friends to ask for help.
13. Moreover, at that time attempt to obtain a duplicate of our father's death certificate was futile for want of his exact date of death. It seemed that we had reached a dead end. So, finally we decided to give up the wild-goose chase.
14. Ironically, it was not until 2016 that we found the date in a newspaper story and subsequently were able to obtain a duplicate of his death document from the registration office. That was about three years after my mother passed away. 

A curious omission

1. As fate would have it, I grew up not knowing much about my father’s background especially about his side of the family and about his working life. It was not until very late in life in 2013 at the age of 66 that I began to do research on my father.

2. By virtue of that, I was able to trace my lineage to Mohamad Merican Noordin, a well-known merchant from George Town, Penang. A patriarch of the Noordin clan, he rose to prominence within the first three decades of the 19th century.

3. I have no doubt that Mohamad Noordin was my great-grandfather. In the book The Chulia in Penang (2014), the author wrote that he had six sons, the eldest being Vapoo Merican Noordin who had two sons namely Mohamad Hussain and Mohamad Ismail. The latter was without doubt my father who was a civil servant and worked under the government of Kedah.

4. In my original birth certificate my father’s name was written M Ismail Marikan bin Vappoo Marikan Nordin. (I have mentioned about the misspelling of names in my recent post of 9 July 2019.) A long time ago, my grandfather’s name made me realise that my father was of Indian descent and I thought that Marikan must be a sort of surname, but I could not figure out if ‘Nordin’ (or Noordin) was of any significance.

5. It was not until a few years back that I found out ‘Nordin’ was adopted as a family name after the patriarch. In the above mentioned book, the names of Mohamad Noordin’s male offsprings all bore the family name Noordin. As a matter of fact, the author referred to my father as Mohamad Ismail Merican Noordin (M.I.M Noordin).

6. As I’ve mentioned in my recent post of 9 July 2019, I had obtained a copy of my birth certificate from the registration office on 1 July 2019 because the original was in tatters. But much to my surprise, I noticed certain omission in the copy in that my grandfather’s name was simply printed Vappoo instead of Vappoo Marikan Nordin as written in the original.

7. I consider this a curious omission due to the fact that the duplicate of my birth record should tally with the original in my possession. But then the duplicate might have been in bad condition that had caused the omission.

8. I need to go back to the registration office to settle this problem. It won’t be easy because the original document is also in bad condition and the writing is barely legible.

The name issue again

1. During my school days my surname ‘Marikan’ was quite an embarrassment to me. Its otherness often exposed me to ridicule by mischievous classmates. Consequently, I got used to writing my name without the surname ‘Marikan.’

2. Later I realised that the usual spelling was ‘Merican.’ My father wrote his name Md. Ismail Merican or simply M. I. Merican on almost all of his books. A birth announcement in a local paper had my name printed Mohamed Sheriff Merican.

3. Incidentally, my birth certificate had my name written M. Sharif Marikan bin M. Ismail Marikan. Obviously my father had entrusted someone to register my birth without giving the person proper instruction regarding the writing of our names. Thus, Mohamad was simply abbreviated to M and Merican was spelt Marikan.

4. It was not until recently that I had decided to rectify what was erroneous for a very long time. I thought of requesting for a correction of my surname in my birth certificate. It would involve changing a vowel and a consonant to replace Marikan with Merican.

5. To go about it I thought the first thing I should do was to obtain a copy of my father’s death certificate - the only available evidence that could serve my purpose. So, last week I drove to the registration department accompanied by my wife.

6. We were there about 15 minutes before ten. I told the receptionist that I wish to obtain my parents’ death certificates. She gave me a couple of forms to fill and told me to make two copies of my IC.

7. Having completed the tasks, I was given a queue ticket. I settled back beside my wife and waited my turn. There were several clerks at the counter attending to their clients. It was quite wearisome, but at long last my turn came.

8. I handed the forms and duplicates of my IC to the clerk at the counter. Then I gave her my IC when she asked for it and she checked my particulars in the forms against it.

9. Having done that she turned to her computer and started keying data to search for the documents. After a while it seemed that she had noticed dissimilarity between my parents’ names in their death certificates and their names in my birth certificate.

10. She consulted an officer seated at a table against the wall of a room just behind her. Then she told me to wait for a while and went into the room.

11. Minutes later she came back with two declaration forms for me to fill in and have them certified by a commissioner for oaths. I had to make separate declarations to affirm that both individuals whose death certificates I sought were my natural parents.

12. In front of a small office several people were already waiting their turn to see the commissioner. I placed the declaration forms into a rectangular plastic tray basket on the counter and waited my turn.

13. As time ticked away, the waiting had just begun to get wearisome when I heard my name called out through a small loudspeaker. I greeted the commissioner and handed my IC to him.

14. He checked the declaration forms to see that everything was in order. Then he asked me to put my signature on both documents and afterwards he certified them. I paid him RM8 for his service and then hurried back to the registration office.

15. I got a fresh queue ticket and noticed that the clerk who attended to me was already gone. When my turn came I was attended by another clerk.

16. As she busied herself with the computer, I asked her if I could get a copy of my birth certificate because the original document was in tatters.

17. She responded affirmatively and advised me on the procedure. I got another form from the receptionist, completed it, made another copy of my IC and then handed them to the clerk.

18. I paid RM5 for each search. After waiting for a while I finally got my parents’ death certificates as well as a fresh copy of my birth certificate.

19. I was so glad and felt a great relief on account of having accomplished my purpose for the day. It was well past two and past lunchtime, so I decided to call it a day.

20. But my wife insisted that I inquire about my ultimate purpose of changing the spelling of my surname from Marikan to Merican.

21. So, I reluctantly approached the receptionist again and explained my purpose to her and she gave me a queue ticket and I waited my turn.

22. Time seemed to pass very slowly, but finally my turn came. Yet another clerk attended to me and after explaining my purpose to him I was told to make duplicates of my father’s death certificate and my birth certificate.

23. Upon submitting the duplicates to the clerk he asked for my phone number. He told me that my request along with the documents would be submitted to the National Registration Department headquarters in Putrajaya for processing.

24. I think the processing will take a month or so. Let’s hope it goes well. But if nothing happens within a couple of months, then I would have to go back to the registration office to inquire about my request.

No legacy but for a collection of books

1. As I recall, my father left his wife and three children no legacy except a collection of books and other printed matter. When he died in 1956 there were only a few ringgit in his savings account. He left no other possessions apart from his personal belongings and the books.

2. Although he was born into the wealthy Noordin family, accounts had shown that he was his own man. He reportedly pursued his own career instead of relying on the family estate. He started his working life as a teacher at his old School and reportedly took to teaching because he liked it. In the course of time he decided to come over from George Town to work under the Government of Kedah. Subsequently, he drifted apart from the Noordin clan.

3. As a young boy, the collection of books, journals, periodicals and government gazettes gave me the impression that my father was a learned person. He might have acquired most of the books well before my siblings and I were born, probably in the 20s and 30s. The collection included several fat volumes of law books including the Laws of Kedah compiled by G. B. Kellagher, a complete set of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, volumes of The Great War, numerous volumes of the Journal of the Malayan Branch Royal Asiatic Society and numerous titles of fictions and non-fictions. The law books were mementos of his time working as Assistant Legal Adviser in the KCS and as Legal Adviser and Public Prosecutor during the Japanese Occupation.

4. The fictions included a number of volumes by Charles Dickens and numerous paperback and hardcover volumes by Agatha Christie and other authors. There was an impressive collection of non-fictions as well; two of which that I remember very well were On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin and Relativity: The Special and the General Theory by Albert Einstein, both of which I didn’t bother to read.

5. I was fascinated by the Britannica and The Great War since I was five or six years old. At that age I delighted looking at the colour plates of famous masters in the Britannica. As far as I can remember, it was the 14th edition consisting of 24 volumes. The Great War, consisting of 13 volumes, was heavily illustrated with grim pictures of World War I. It was in one of the book that I saw a picture of a zeppelin for the first time.

6. I’m ashamed to admit that I had not been very kind to the valuable collection. Presently, there is only a meagre part of the collection left in my possession. Much of the collection had either been discarded for one reason or another or lost indefinitely. Many lost items were those lent to friends who didn’t care to return them.

7. The first to perish were numerous copies of the Government of Kedah Gazette comprising of loose sheets of printed papers. They had not been cared for ever since I was in primary school and by the time I was in my teens there was no more gazettes on the shelves.

8. Whatever happened to the law books remains a mystery. I can’t seem to recall when or how those fat books went missing from the shelf. They might have been discarded by reason of irrelevancy or given away to someone without my knowing it.

9. During my mid-20s most of the books might well have entered their fourth decade of existence. It was unfortunate that I had overlooked the proper care of the collection inasmuch as the condition of the books and journals subsequently deteriorated after years of neglect. Tiny bugs had caused damage to the collection. Silverfish burrowed numerous tiny holes into the Britannicas. Cockroaches delighted in gnawing the edges of books and journals that became badly disfigured over time.

10. As it happened, I moved house a number of times during my working life and that made matters worse. Moving house was burdensome and inclined me to think twice about my commitment to care for the collection of decaying and probably outdated books and journals. At that time I thought the Internet rules supreme in the world of information. The thought prevailed at the expense of the decaying books. I still remember discarding the entire volumes of the Britannica and The Great War into a large garbage container by the side of the road nearby several years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for such act of folly?

11. At the present time there are only a few books and journals left in my possession. I have listed them so as to cherish and care for what were left of the collection (see below).

Novels                                                                                       

The Old Curiosity Shop (1848) by Charles Dickens

Barnaby Rudge (1911) by Charles Dickens

David Copperfield (1920) by Charles Dickens

Great Expectations & Hard Times (1920) by Charles Dickens

The Rescue (1920) by Joseph Conrad

Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit (1922) by Charles Dickens

Whisky Galore (1947) by Compton Mackenzie

They Do It With Mirrors (1952) by Agatha Christie

After the Funeral (1953) by Agatha Christie

Ring for Jeeves (1953) by P. G. Wodehouse

Sundry Creditors (1953) by Nigel Balchin

Non-fictions

Principles of Political Economy (c 1912) by Charles Gide (Translated by C. William A. Veditz)

The Economic Consequences of the Peace (1920) by John Maynard Keynes

England in Egypt (1920) by Viscount Milner

The General Staff and its Problems (c 1920) by General Ludendorff (Translated by F. A. Holt)

Speeches And Toasts (c 1920) Ward, Lock & Co., Limited

Relativity: The Special & the General Theory (1921) by Albert Einstein (Translated by Robert W. Lawson)

Journal of the Malayan Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society

Volume 8 Part 1, April 1930 (MBRAS)

Volume 8 Part 2, December 1930 (MBRAS)

Volume 20 Part 2, December 1947 (MBRAS)

Volume 22 Part 2, May 1949 (MBRAS)

Volume 22 Part 3, June 1949 (MBRAS)

Volume 23 Part 2, March 1950 (MBRAS)

Volume 24 Part 1, February 1951 (MBRAS)

Volume 24 Part 2, July 1951 (MBRAS)

Volume 25 Part 1, August 1952 (MBRAS)

Volume 25 Part 4 & 5, December 1952 (MBRAS)

Volume 26 Part 1, July 1953 (MBRAS)

Volume 27 Part 1, May 1954 (MBRAS)

Volume 27 Part 4, November 1954 (MBRAS)

Volume 28 Part 2, May 1955 (MBRAS)

Building up a picture of my father

1. I cherish bits and pieces of my childhood memories of my father. A blurry image of his physical self, his stately movement and his daily routine still linger in my mind. His personal possessions especially his books fascinated me as a child. He was a man of medium build about five foot six I guess although as a small boy I considered him to be a very big man. He had a pair of tired looking eyes, a rather long face and receding chin. His grey hair was always trimmed short by an Indian barber who used to come by regularly. I liked to see him take his usual strides across the hall especially after lunch and dinner. He took his meal all by himself with a knife, fork and spoon. In the evening he would usually settle down in his armchair and smoked a locally made cigar for relaxation.

2. I was nine when he passed away in 1956. On the night before the funeral, I wept silently beside his body, which was laid on a bed. I knew then that I’d lost him forever. What were left were memories and his collection of books, which gave me an early impression that he was a learned man. The collection included a complete set of the Encyclopaedia Britanica, volumes of The Great War, numerous volumes of the Journal of Malayan Branch Royal Asiatic Society and numerous titles of fictions and non-fictions. The fictions included a number of volumes by Charles Dickens and numerous paperback and hardcover volumes by Agatha Christie and other authors. There was an impressive collection of non-fictions as well; two of which that I remember very well were On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin and Relativity: The Special and General Theory by Albert Einstein, both of which I didn’t bother to read.   

3. Born into a family of merchants in late 19th century George Town, he was destined to make a name for himself as a civil servant away from his home town. Although he was reportedly inclined to be a school teacher which he did for several years at his alma mater – fate had diverted him towards a different line of career. Through sheer determination, hard work and merit he was able to make his way up in the KCS after getting his foot in the door working as headmaster of GES, a newly founded English school in Alor Star. After his tenure in GES he became Senior Auditor and later held various posts including Registrar of High Court, Acting Sheriff, Assistant Superintendent Monopolies and Customs, and Assistant to the Legal Adviser. He was acting 2nd Under Secretary before retiring from the KCS in September 1937.

4. His career in the KCS spanned over a period of 27 years. The later 14 years were spent mostly at the Legal Adviser’s office where he and members of a translation committee collaborated with the LA to accomplish a herculean task of translating hundreds of enactments, rules and regulations into Malay. He had, to his credit, translated a very large number of enactments all by himself during the time. He was reportedly the soul of the translation committee and was really the translator of the English version into Malay. He worked expeditiously at putting every English word in the laws into intelligible Malay.

5. The complete work The Laws of the State of Kedah (Laws of Kedah), compiled by G. B. Kellagher, was first published in 1934 in English and Malay with the Malay version printed in Jawi. That was about three years away from his retirement. However, the hard work that he and his colleagues put into the Laws of Kedah cuts both ways. Many might have commended their work as a useful contribution to the State, but many more who strongly disapproved of colonial jurisprudence might have regarded it pointless. The following remarks from a newspaper article might be worth quoting:

“Altogether the work is a credit to all those concerned in its compilation and publication and supplies a long felt want to any one [sic] who has anything to do with Kedah legally. Previously it was all chaos and one did not know where one stood as to his legal rights in the State.”

6. Being a loyal and hard working government servant, he had gained valuable experience on the legal side during his time working as Assistant Legal Adviser. By virtue of that he was recalled to service by the Kedah government during the Japanese occupation to head the Department of Justice. He held the post of Legal Adviser and Public Prosecutor for Kedah and Perlis until the end of the war. He continued to serve through the BMA and retired again in 1946 at the age of 64. Later he was appointed unofficial member of the Council of State and the State Executive Council.

7. By reason of his views as expressed in his speeches and letters, I would deem my father a moderate. He seemed to look up to his fellow unofficial members and regarded them as a loyal and patriotic lot. According to him they were a far cry from certain group of people inclined to aggressive confrontation with the British. He wrote in one of his letters, thus:

“They [the unofficial members] are not of the type of political agitators at the various political organizations who often attack colonialism and expatriate-element of Government to agitate for quick self-government without considering the many drawbacks and obstacles which must be encountered and eliminated by many stages of wise administrative action before the goal of self-government will be fully achieved with full success and satisfaction.”

8. I came across two of his speeches delivered at the State Council, which seemed newsworthy to local English newspapers. The first speech delivered in August 1948 concerned his call for the creation of Mukim Councils in Kedah. The idea might have been drawn from an article written by Sir George Maxwell about two months earlier. The article gave a brief account of the “Parish Councils” in England and suggested that they might serve as examples for similar Councils in Malay kampongs. In his later article published in August 1958, Maxwell mentioned the speech as an instance of the public interest in his earlier article. It was nearly two years after my father’s death.

9. The second speech delivered in September 1951 concerned his call for the improvement of the economic status of the kampong people. In his speech he criticized Dato’ Onn Ja’afar’s plan to achieve self-government in seven years as absurd on account of the social, economic, educational and political position of the Malays were so precarious at the time. His criticism of Dato’ Onn’s plan seemed to go against the tide, but I hold that it came about by reason of his down-to-earth attitude. His urge for Government to improve the economic position of the Malays and to train them in rural industries seemed justifiable.

10. It might not be fair to call him an anglophile or a colonialist much as it would be wrong to disregard British influence on him. He was English educated and exposed to English culture in his upbringing in metropolitan George Town. Later his association with British expatriates during his times as a young teacher in his home town and much later working with British officials in Kedah seemed to make him sympathetic towards colonialism. But it did not necessary mean that he approved of colonialism.

11. Apparently, he did not favour politics along communal lines. This is obvious in his support for Dato’ Onn Jaafar when he formed the Independence of Malaya Party. A quote from his letter of support was published in a newspaper, thus:

“I am at one with you in your wise plan to obtain self-government as early as possible with all the safeguards for our protection and security……”

12. My father was still hard at work in his mid-60s. He reportedly took up private business after his retirement. I still recall that he used to don a tasselled tarboosh to work. It seemed to evince the spirit of the time. He lived in the time of Islamic reform or modernization, which had its beginning in Egypt and advocated by ulama like Jamal ad-Din al-Afghani, Muhammad Abduh and Muhammad Rashid Redha. In this country similar movement was lead by Sheikh Muhammad Tahir Jalaluddin, Sheikh Muhammad Salim al-Kalali dan Syed Sheikh bin Ahmad al-Hadi.

13. I still recall numerous copies of a certain periodical on Islam that propounded modernist ideas and introducing reformist thought of the time. I am not certain where it was published; it might be India or Pakistan. It’s a pity that I have also forgotten what its title was. He also possessed a copy of the holy Qur’an with English translation and commentary by Abdullah Yusuf Ali. My mother used to keep a miniature Qu’ran locket, a memento he left her.

14. My father had reportedly been a great teacher in English education as well as a great civil servant of the best traditions of the civil service. But what fate had in store for him in his retirement age might have been phenomenal – the birth of his three children. Prior to my earnest effort to research my father I knew so little about him on account of our age gap. During my childhood my father was in his late 60s and was hard of hearing, so conversation hardly ever occurred between us.

15. As I recall he was quite indifferent to me and my siblings for one reason or another. But this did not necessarily mean that he did not care for us. Maybe he had passed the age of becoming a parent when we were born. My siblings and I were apparently more like grandchildren to him than natural children. Our relationship was never meant to reach mutual affection although I had a hidden fondness for him.