Today is the last Saturday of March 2013. It is a beautiful
day. I decided to clean the patio and my little garden. After that had
breakfast and then surf the Internet and start blogging; Nothing much
just reminiscing these thoughts of mine.... In April 1971 I was send to
Australia to attend a course under the Colombo Plan. It was the first time I
had ever gone overseas and this trip excites me. At that time not many
Malaysian goes overseas thus we were delighted to have been selected to go overseas;
Australia. I was in my early thirty working in Malacca with two small kids. My
spouse at that time was working at the Telecom Department there. It was
difficult to leave the young kids and their mother but attending the course is
very important to my career. I had no choice but to go for the three month
course in Australia. So with heavy heart I went. Three of us young
officers arrived at the Perth Airport in the early dark morning. The weather
was cold and the smell of the atmosphere was different. We are indeed in a
strange place that personally I had never dream of been but here am I in
Australia, a white man land. While waiting for the local representative to take
us to the hotel we sat to have coffee. I look at the board at the back of the
counter and saw they have Black Coffee and White Coffee. Not sure what a
White Coffee is we decided to be on the safe-side by ordering Black Coffee. I
notice that all the shopkeepers are white man and more white man are seen sweeping
the floor, collecting trash and one even open the door for us. I was shock to
see the white man doing all these things since back home during the colonial
era they were the Tuan [Boss] and this is the first time I saw the white doing
any manual works. I was shock to see the white or MatSaleh were doing
works just like us back home. Four hundred years of colonialism did that to our
mindset; thinking that all white-man are Boss or Tuan. That was the first time
I went overseas thus my reaction to that happening at the Airport. Anyway after
spending three months in Australia I learned that we are after all are the same
except of the knowledge we have. So it teaches me a very important lesson that
knowledge is very important for us to stay independent and progress likes
those in the west. At the course I learn as much as I could of how the
Australian handle their rural youth. And of course while there I saw the developed country with modern amenities
at close range and that I learn too. On my
return I use that knowledge I learned to introduce new Youth programme
for the
benefit of our young in the rural area. During the period of the course
we were taken to almost all the cities in Australia. The image on the
left show us on a street in Melbourne, Australia.
Have a nice day.
Have a nice day.