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No one can go back to where he has left. He may turn back, however just to find that it is no longer exactly the same. Seasons change and so do people. It is the ordinary pattern of life that we meet and part, fall in and out, tie and break connections - all around the edges of something, for the edges are always there, at times when we are arriving and departing, and these times, more often they come too swiftly, and unless we seize those brief moments, we may end up missing what should have been a part of us.
Then I realised that it is not totally true. That we can actually go back to where we have left.
That we can turn back to find that things can still be the same. That, seasons might have changed but people can still be the same. Perhaps not physically, but emotionally.
THE SPIRIT LIVES ON
We might have been in the same and different sub-groups, but we were and still are members of the same brotherhood.
So we tied the connections in the good year of 1982, and some of us broke the connections, not by intention that’s for sure, when we left school after the SPM examination in 1986.
The 123 of us went our ways to further our lives. Thirty years passed, and thanks to some of us who took the efforts to trace some others
and reunite us all, and thanks also to technology like the social media – Facebook, WhatsApp, Telegram – we did get together.
At the moment, 105 of us are in the Telegram group, everyday sharing news, stories, pictures. Personally to me, this is one social media group that has the most number of messages daily of an average 300 messages, or maybe more, I lose count.
The Malay College Kuala Kangsar or better known as MCKK where I spent five years
growing up and being educated, has taught me a lot.
Not only for the quality education upon the backdrop of long tradition and extended accomplishments, but more than that, for showing me the true meaning of camaraderie and brotherhood. Being an all-male boarding school, we had closer bonds for having been with each
So we take time to look back. To remember where we met our best of friends. To see that many of those friendships emerged in the context of doing something interesting or even silly, together.
Some of us learned in the same class, belonged to the same house, took part in the same club, played the same sports.