Datuk Merlyn Kasimir PJN ~ A Distinguished Andersonian ~

Datuk Merlyn Kasimir PJN

It is heartening to know that one of your former students

distinguished himself in the Malaysian Civil Service with

a Datuk title conferment by the Yang Di-Pertuan Agong in 2004.

Here’s one person whom every Andersonian should be proud of !

Class of Upper Six Arts 2 1967.

He joined the Ministry of International Trade and Industry – MITI after graduating from MU (Malayan University in Pantai Valley, Kuala Lumpur. While in MITI he had the opportunity to serve in the overseas offices in Cologne, Germany (1976-1980) and in Tokyo (1980-1984) as Trade Commissioner/Trade Attache.

He also had an assignment in Geneva as Economic Counsellor in Malaysia’s Permanent Mission for 3 years from 1989, where he was involved with the Uruguay Round multilateral trade negotiations. They were all very enriching experiences.

Before he retired he was the CEO of the Malaysia External Trade Development Corporation for about 6 1/2 years, a government agency responsible for promotion of Malaysia’s exports. It was a challenging and interesting job, although a bit tiring sometimes with all the travelling. In fact he visited Perth a number of times , but was not aware that I was here.

Now he is doing some trade and business consulting .

He has 2 children, a boy and a girl. His son in fact will be going to Murdoch University, Perth in February next year to do a degree programme in Mass Comm, after his Diploma in KDU College in Kuala Lumpur.

His daughter , who has just finished her A levels, has also applied to study in Australia. She has submitted applications to a few Universities, including University of Western Australia (UWA). She is keen to pursue international relations and economics.

His children are relatively young compared to those of his other classmates because he settled down comparatively a bit later. He left Anderson School, Ipoh end of 1967, a prima school where I taught as the Sr. Geography Master from 1966 to 1970.

He was born in November 1947. His Datukship is a Federal award ( Panglima Jasa Negara – PJN ) , which he had the honour to receive from the Yang Di-Pertuan Agong in 2004.

“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”
Confucius

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My Life As A Teacher In Malaysia

By P Chong             Thursday, 24 December 2009

Anderson School Ipoh, Malaysia Staff 1967 . Self: Seated front Row (L to R) 6th

This is my true life story in Malaysia as a teacher & I will tell it as it happened without frills & thrills or sensationalism. It will however reflect the strong & principled character of a young man in his audacity of doing the right thing, irrespective of whom he was dealing with.

Edward (not his real name) was a nice young lad, tall & slender with a handsome smile. It was a delight teaching him. He always produced the neatest work you can ever expect from a class of 25. His handwriting was like print, and his assignments were excellent. He was a straight A student with a tremendous future ahead of him.

He almost didn’t get to complete his sixth form studies (pre-university level or Higher School Certificate as is known in UK). This was on account of the fact that he was from a poor background, his mother had to wash clothes for people to support him in school.

I was literally disgusted with the whole issue of meritorious fairness. The way of allotting scholarships to needy & worthy students by the Malaysian government was grossly unfair & unjustifiable, apart from the simple glaring fact that it was utterly discriminating on ground of colour & race. What sickened me the most was a good many students in my class were bright but poor & certainly could do with some financial aids. They were excluded simply because they were not “sons of the soil” (bumiputra) even though they might be born & bled in the country – and that could mean stretching from one generation to the next.

Without exaggeration, the top students in the class were all the non-scholarship holders, while those at the lower end of the scale & holding scholarships were a wonder how they got admitted to the sixth form in the first place. It is a known fact that even today the Malaysian government set a lower criteria for entry for these privileged students. I am speaking of my time then in the mid-1960s.

Edward came up to my desk one day and said, “Sir, I have to leave school.”

Shocked & unbelievably I asked, “Why Edward?”

My mother just couldn’t give me the money for the examination fees. It’s time I work & earn my keep & help her.”

But don’t you realise that you’ll be throwing away the opportunity for a bright future by depriving yourself of a university education. You are my smartest boy & exams will be no problem for you.”

Inwardly, I had realised the plight he was in, and I said, “Don’t worry. We’ll find the solution if that’s your only problem. Just stay on.” Somehow that problem was later solved.

Sixth Form Class

As the form teacher, there are certain responsibilities which you bear that those relief or subject teachers don’t, for instance, keeping the students’ records, attendances & providing them with testimonials upon their graduation. Now with Edward who topped the class, he was unbeatable in virtually every other respects, except for sports & athletics. So, in my book, he was the dux deserving an excellent testimonial.

However, the principal of Anderson School, Ipoh, a premier government school, was a man who was most difficult to get along with. He was authoritative, arrogant and always prowling around, spying & ready to pounce literally like a “tiger” on teachers who were slack or shirking in their duties.

His relationship with me was far from civil or polite, to say the least, ever since he noticed my brand new Volvo 122S (1967 Model) parked in the school. It was a creamy colour 4-door sedan – something he vowed not a possibility for a brand new graduate to own, that is, if he had to depend solely on his teacher’s salary.

I was really a young man in a hurry during those days. I didn’t just get income from my teaching school alone, I worked full-time, part-time, past-time & part-past-time for most times in other areas of human endeavour. For instance, I had the energy for teaching Further Adult Education classes at night, lecturing teacher-trainees (R.T.C.) during the weekends, engaged in lucrative part-time life insurance sales with Prudential . . . all generating the extras for my extras. Finally, by the time my teaching contract bond with Education Ministry expired, I had decided to put both my two feet into the challenging field of life insurance sales with AIA (of the now AIG fame). That was the time, I burned my academic bridges behind me . . . I was also utterly sickened with the state of education affairs of fairness & discrimination. Besides if you have one foot in the fast track travelator while the other is on a snail track, you’re likely to be dislodged. That was the year 1970 when I quit my teaching life as the Sr. Geography Master.

On this account, Mr “Tiger” was unhappy about having one of his subordinates having something better than his. It was obvious from that day onwards he was trying to make my life miserable & intimidating. One aspect of it was he wanted me to always address him as “Sir”.

With due respect, I am being more than polite addressing you as Mister. If you were in the medical profession, it’s a tremendous honour to be addressed as such. For unless you’re a surgeon, you’re commonly addressed as Dr. only,” so I told him.

I would further stress that if a person were knighted by the Queen, then he deserved to be addressed as “Sir”. “But you’re only an education officer, now why would I have to address you as “Sir”?”

The Sr. Assistant of the school was my friend & supporter, he was listening with great interest to the squabble we were having. When I came out of the office, he was giving me the thumb up & a broad smile, as did some of the other staff. There was no love lost between me & Mr. “Tiger”!

In the end, after all the aggravation, he signed the testimonial for my boy. The last I saw Edward was at Hong Kong & Shanghai Bank in Petaling Jaya & it was gratifying to know that he was a top executive officer of the bank – a position he might not have had were he not able to finish school & got on to the university. That must have been in 1982, the year when my whole family migrated to Perth.