I have registered a new blog - ' Abakjr's Blog ' : http://abakjr.wordpress.com/ where I can express my feelings on political and current issues . My Jottings is where I write about my personal life . I do not want to mix the two different issues .
One would wonder why I have not written in Bahasa Malaysia -my mother tongue . It is not that I do not love my mother tongue but I feel more comfortable writing in English , although my English may not be that good . It is also a way for me to practice using my English so that with time I would be more proficient in it . Even if I were to write to my children I would normally use English . I also want my children to be able to master the language . My reading materials at home including the newspapers are all in English .
My love for reading and writing was nurtured since my school days . Infact my ambition at that time was to be a writer , journalist or an author . I had never dreamt to be a Police Officer .Infact I hated the Police . An incident that happened to me more than 40 years ago caused the turning point of my life . I was then in Form 5 , a school prefect and an outstanding student among my contemporaries . One night I went out to watch funfare in my small home town .At that time that was the only form of entertainment enjoyed by the kampong folks that came to town once in a blue moon . It was a week end and there was no home work to do . While at the town padang where the funfare was taking place , the Police launched the so called Crime Prevention operation and I was among those herded into the Police station for no obvious reasons .When I asked the officer who was of the rank of Inspector for what reason I was arrested he told me that I was wearing a tight pair of trousers and I was suspected of having a stolen bicycle .What a silly joke he was insinuating on me ? After much pleading finally at about 2.00 am. he allowed me to go home , but without my bicycle . I was told to bring along the bicycle's ' receipt of sale ' the next day if I were to get back my bicycle . Just imagine how I had to brave myself having to walk and run through the dark and rainy night to get home about 2 km. away . It was made worst when I had to pass by the village public cemetery in order to get to my home . I was running and walking and felt as if my feet did not touch the ground because of the tremendous fear of ghosts when I passed by the cemetery . The next morning I had to search for the bicycle's receipt of sale in order to get back my bicycle . Luckily , my late father had the habit of keeping all our important documents in a safe place and I did not find much difficulty retrieving it . However I did not tell any member of my family what had happened the previous night for fear that they would get mad at me and they might impose an extra punishment on me . Infact it still remain a secret till today .
After that incident I vowed to myself that one day I must be a Police officer even if it was only for a short stint in order for me to confront the officers who had caused the unnecessary ' inconvenience ' to me . True enough a few years later I became a Police Officer and I remained so till I retired . The strange thing that subsequently happened some years later was one day I bumped into that Officer who had caused the ' inconvenience ' to me . By then I was already holding a higher rank than him and he was about to retire . This is a true story and perhaps a miracle too which only God could explain . God is Great . Allahu akbar .
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