Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Reflections on Merdeka Day


In the summer of 1957, I was in Austria with friends on a holiday. Studying at that time at London University, the summer vacations were spent visiting places. That was a year to remember. We as students had been following the discussions and negotiations with the Colonial Government by the Malaysian team led by the Tunku. When news broke out that Malaya would at last be granted independence, we were jubilant. Our small group from Malaya in Austria broke into tears of joy and gratitude. The full impact of this news we hadn`t fully realized. It took us a few days before its significance began to dawn upon us. It brought back memories of the tireless efforts by our founding fathers, beginning with Onn Jaafar right up to the Tunku. We had heard that he had made tireless efforts travelling throughout the country getting people to understand and support independence fully. He had endured much hardship during those times sacrificing homely comforts and the company of his family. To us the Tunku was synonymous with independence. These were the thoughts going through our minds on that day. We had seen the Tunku in London during the past months in negotiations with people at the Colonial Office and were impressed by his easy manner. We saw that he was very clear and firm on his stand and terms.  He and his team stood their ground and convinced the British that they had come with a united voice, echoing the wishes of the people of Malaya. 

From Britain we followed what happened on the night of Merdeka Day when Malaya became independent at the stroke of midnight at the Royal Selangor Club padang.  There was two minutes of darkness when lights were turned off. At the stroke of midnight the lights were turned on again. The Union Jack was lowered and the new flag of Malaya was raised accompanied by the Negaraku, the National Anthem. Seven chants of Merdeka followed.  A great moment in the lives of the Malayan people”, the Tunku said. In the morning, festivities continued at the Merdeka Stadium. More than 20,000 people had gathered together with rulers of the Malay States, foreign dignitaries, and cabinet members. Representing the Queen was the Duke of Gloucester in his colonial uniform. He handed the Instrument of Independence. The Tunku read out the declaration and chanted Merdeka seven times with the crowds joining in. As the national flag of Malaya was raised the National Anthem played followed by a 21 gun salute. Ceremonies concluded with a Thanksgiving Prayer. The ceremony to install the first Yang di Pertuan Agong, Tuanku Abdul Rahman of Negeri Sembilan was conducted. We wished we could have witnessed all this first hand. Nevertheless, we were exuberant and longed to return home to a free Malaya. This I did after completing my studies.       


                                                                          

                                                      A Merdeka Poem 

1957, 31st August 
Remembered as the greatest 
Our destiny for us cast 
Nationhood gained at last. 

With friends in Austria on a holiday 
News of independence made our day 
Tears of joy from us streaming 
Happy but not fully understanding. 

With full impact dawning  
Woke us up to its full meaning 
Tireless efforts of founding fathers 
Tunku, step by step, did not falter. 

Merdeka, seven times resounding 
Malaya to this call awakening 
Malays, Chinese, Indians all rejoicing 
A new star in the eastern sky 
A star of freedom rising high. 

When all this happened, a long way away 
Wished we were in Malaya that day 
The National Anthem and Rukunegara 
Binding us under God and a shining star. 

Every sentiment having meaning 
In all times sustaining 
We are alive and well today 
Because in harmony we live every day. 

Best place in the world for unity 
For our continued wellbeing and harmony  
A beautiful land for all to see 
With forests, rivers, beaches and seas.  

M P Prabhakar 
PJ 
22.8.2016 





Nemmara Town

On the road to Chittilenchery 
Then to Trichur via Vadakancheri 
To get to places buses taken 
Colourful buses plying often. 

Puthanthara, the town named 
As New Ground locally called 
Is it new among others? 
An emerging town it appears. 

Shop lots crowding roads on either sides 
Hard ware, tailoring, provisions, pots and pans 
A `T` Junction in the centre making 
To settlements away leading.  

Summers dust buses whipping 
People with hands faces covering 
With Vallangi township merging 
Farm produce to Vallangi Market bringing. 

Grandfather once a week with farm produce 
Coconuts, areca nuts, yams and jackfruit 
Always with goodies returning 
Sweets, halva, mutton for cooking. 

At the meeting point between  
Nemmara and Vallengi  
District Hospital and Police Station 
Early patients for medical attention. 

Nemmara High School along the road located 
Each class room built separate 
Square one-room structures 
In orderly rows featured. 

Noise and interference this way avoided 
Connecting paths top reach provided 
In rainy weather an umbrella a must 
Teachers to classes walking bent and fast. 

My teachers several 
All of them male 
Chamukutty Master, Narayanan Pundit 
Unni Master, Koppu Master, Kesava Pundit. 

Two years here of action 
With intense Malayalam tuition 
Narayanan Pundit for Sanskrit 
Elective language needing time and grit. 

MPP
2016

The Farm House

A tree lined driveway 
Palms and Casuarina all the way 
A distant view majestic 
Of the Farm House so ecstatic 
A two storied building 
With balconies fronting. 

Upper floor narrow 
Broader lower floor 
For farm produce storage 
With two sheds can manage 
A sprawling compound 
With a fence going around. 

A shed for cattle 
Cows and calves well settled 
Cattle kept on when old 
Avoiding sure slaughter if sold 
Coconut, Areca nut, banana 
Nutmeg, mango, guava. 

A compost pit created 
For leaves, dung, fruits discarded 
The Farm House overlooking 
Paddy fields, pond, rice mill adjoining 
From nature back to nature 
A principle used to safeguard the future.

One look and one knows 
Loving tender care made to grow 
Nothing left to waste 
Everything has its place 
The farm makes visitors happy 
In natures caring company.  

MPP 
18.9.2016