Cat has So Many Lives


My late father Falick an unassuming, pleasant man, he was all in one, multilingual, gold medalist in Latin and English with little of french and German to the forte, wild life enthusiast, self taught farmer, accomplished singer, musician, dancer at any time of the day, handsome as ever he was, in his hay days, well dressed all the time, driving a Morris Minor Safari was well mannered, pleasing, down to earth, associated people and friends from all walks of life was very popular among the masses in town even though he tied nuptial knot little too late, conveniently got into the last bus. Among his most trusted friends in sarong were elders from Malay fisher community making a dominant presence in the fish market, shore lines, sea and back with man-made sampans and sail boats for deep sea sojourns. It was a regular occurrence to party with these fisher folks at home or in the beach over a few rounds of local beverage toddy or arrack of course with sing song sessions in high pitch voices. On a weekend, I still remember, all of us less our beloved mother including my late aunt Zaroon, and the youngest Rizly, a toddler then was driven from home to the beach front overlooking bazaar. (Exact spot is on picture above, gradient very steep in a natural harbour) Customarily black morris minor safari vehicle driven by Appuhamy uncle, the most sort out hired conveyance in town, invariably he joins the party, in the bargain hits the bottom very hard with or without any invitation was an accepted norm but his respected clients. Naturally he was in full spirits during these so called family sojourns cum picnics. On this particular day, we were all enjoying the fun and frolic of the fisher community elders leading the way with contributions coming from my father and party continued till late afternoon, when Appuhamy uncle in sarong decided to carry my brother, all though he was intoxicated to brave the breaking coastal waves to cool off himself and also to give some excitement to my brother Rizly who was only 2 years old then. Aunty Zaroon, my Aunt, alert as ever, shouted hands up, in a flash, we saw, Uncle Appuhamy in sarong loosing control braving a surging wave caught on the swash/back wash effect inherent to a braking coastal wave on a steep gradient, both were dragged away and they disappeared for few moments. Well, we were all shocked, dumb founded, we all thought they have gone for ever. These fisher folks are great fighters and great leaders of their own caliber, especially in crisis situations sprang into action in a flash before the next wave braked in. Uncle Boat Sabreen was the first to grab my brother Rizly who was floating away from the shores in a flash to complete the rescue operation and little Rizly survived from a near death experience, I suppose for the first time without his knowledge and to tell tales he suffered a series of near death experiences before he succumbed finally but never to return. Sorry, for the interruption, to continue the story, I can't remember, how Uncle Appuhamy saved himself, but he regain his conscious to his normal with a good shake up given by the rest who were present but pleading and crying in repentance for throwing himself ignorantly with bravado inflicted suicide attempt on his life and further extending it to my innocent brother Rizly going at just 2 in his tender age.

Lessons Learnt: Sea bathing is dangerous during rough seas with plunging, collapsing and surging effect, especially if you are in sarong and intoxicated, a hero can be zero, never tread on dangerous waters at the cost of sacrificing your own life and others who are helpless and innocent as well. Cat has so many lives survived to live a another day. Life goes on...