I was in form 5 at that time. Since I played the guitar for the school band, some scouts coaxed me to joint the movement specially to cater for the music wing. Oh yes we had a music wing at that time, at least in my school. Our job was to represent the school scout's movement in Jamborees, which I did not get to go, gatherings an camp fires in other schools.
I had in lower secondary joined the scouts movement but quit because it was no fun. I had passed my tenderfoot then. I was asked to take my tenderfoot again since I was considered a recruit. It was no big deal. I took it again and passed and in the meantime I led our music wing in get togethers and campfires in other schools.
We were in an all boys school so any chance to meet girls were welcomed. Being in the music is considered glamorous. Girls would go crazy over the musicians and singers, so we were quite popular then. Being shy I kept to myself mostly but found that the girls were not as shy. I was never short of company and began to enjoy myself. Little did I know there was a sinister plan to get me out of the movement.
One day out of the blues during the assembly in the morning, the troop leader announced that a friend of mine and myself were sacked from the movement. No reasons were given. When I confronted the troop leader I was told that they had to do it because I did not pay my monthly subscription. I told him that I did not even know that there was such thing as monthly subscription. It was only 10 cents and surely I could afford 10 cents a month. He just shrugged me away. Later I found out from the other scouts that he and the assistant troop leaders were jealous because of the attention I got in the gatherings and campfires. Can I help it that they were tone deaf and can't even hum?
I spent more time with the school band and we performed in quite a few functions. One day I got my revenge. Merdeka celebration was approaching and the school band was invited or drafted, to perform at the DO's residence. The DO was having a tea-party and they wanted to be entertained. Now, the DO of Bukit Mertajam lives atop a small but steep hill. The lorry carrying our equipment could only go up to a certain level after which we had quite a number of steps to take to get to the lawn. Our equipments were heavy so we decided that we were definitely not going to carry the heavy stuffs up the steep stairs.
Our scout movement was also on duty to help out with the preparations. Now my chance for revenge. I went to the ADO and complain that the scouts were not helping us any. He called the troop leader and gave him a lashing in front of me. I just smiled at him. Did I feel guilty? No at that time, I did not feel guilty at all. I even made sure that they stayed and helped us pack up after the show.
Thinking back, I may be a little hush and cruel but I can tell you this, it did not feel cruel then.
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