Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Satay House - Almarhum Pak Jaffar Shawal

The Shawals.


****The Writer,Emma and Harun Jaffar,2nd.son of Almarhum Pak Jaffar Shawal and friends-Hyde Park 1984

ole...Satay House.
My thought came rambling again after a retro visit to Jogja and Bandung last week.Have a personel survillence after the much publish cold shoulder given by some of our distant cousin dari seberang.
No issue in matter of fact.Traders welcome their distant cousins with open arms.
Pak Beca make a living with the guest volume.Tipping generously out of sympathy.Generous,yes we are to our much needed cousins.
Jogjakarta as hippish as ever and Bandung as trendiest as ever.
Its Paris Van Java and it sure does.

Adooooo !!!Sunda beauty dong !!!

I try to stay out of Jakarta.Indonesia is not Jakarta.
My network in Indo is good.
Good opportunities too.On that score,its the other side of the coin.

Again,I'm barking at the wrong tree,its not about Bandung or Bromo or Jogjakarta I wish to write about but about a man,a petit in size man,moustacho and very focus.
The quite Gentleman,I may say,a positive altitude with full vision on buisness.Aided or I would rather say together with his beloved wife,brave the storm and thunder on the battle field of Sussex Garden,Paddington,London W 1 till his last breath.

Pak Jaffar Shawal,arrive on shore of good ole England during the post 60's era.
Alone only on one mission,that is how could a Malay from Penang excel in buisness in the United Kingdom?
Rolling and tumbling leaving his beloved wife Aunty Zaharah,an I.O with our Police Force at home then.He succesed to open the very first Malay Restaurant in the middle of metropolis London,battling his buisness anchorman with guts and sheer determination.

The birth of Satay House serving the local dishes was an instant hit among the hungry student and Malaysian community population then.It serve as a joint,for us student far away from mother land and mother's cooking.For those who have,its the place to water down their tummy with The Nasi Kandar Uncle's Special and to those whom do not have like me serve as a place where extra pocket money comes in handy serving as a waiter or kitchen helper,helping Uncle,the main Chef and Mummy Zaharah in the kitchen either in summer or me all year round as a part time waiter.

It was winter 1980,I first work part time as a waiter at the Satay House.
Pak Jaffar and mummy (as I call Aunty Zaharah,together with the young one,Onn and Harun and Liza and Ikram the present Satay House chef was still in their infant.
The three Onn,Harun and Lisa was well train by both Bapak(as I call Arwah Pak Jaffar)and Mummy Zaharah,especially Liza the only daughter was taught from the very tender age of table arrangement and where folk,knife and spoon and napkins suppose to be set.Liza is the most focus as far as I could recall.
I remembered well,at her tender age,she taught me to knot the paper napkins,neatly folded shape like a fan.A serious little gal then.

The restaurant open its doors at 12noon for lunch time and last order at 2.30pm,opens its door again at 6pm till the last order at 10.30.
I work in the evening.I have to catch the last train at 11pm to Balham via Bakerloo line at Edgware Road tube station changing for Northern Line at Elephant & Castle.
Missing the last train means I have to take the Red Arrow Nite bus at Trafalga Square.

Kitchen staff then was Uncle Jalil,as I call him 'Unkelek',for what reason I dont know,an Indian Muslim origin.A long service staff and the first chef of Satay House.His curry mutton and rendang a class of his own.You find your hands licking after his curry,especially in winter.The sambal belacan and his curry goes together well to keep the hungry tummy and body warm especially in winter.

Asisting him then was an Indonesian immigrant but left after a few months and a few of my buddies whom work part-time during the long summer break earning jes to save up for a new set of Hi-Fi.
Kitchen staff keep changing.Kitchen staff pinching was normal then as between 1982 onward after the success of Satay House being the pioneer Malay Restaurant in the middle of west end,strings of so call Malaysian Restaurant sprang up through out the Soho up till Swiss Cottage/Hempstead Heath area,with various variation of curry and rendang.
Suddenly,the Malaysian population and Mat Salleh's has lots of Malaysian Restaurant as a choise.
It was Pak Jaffar anchorman and vision that make the Malaysian cuisine be known in the West End.He steps in at the right time with sheer hard work and determination.

Together with mummy Zaharah,the combination works well.
Mummy Zaharah , she's a hardworking,persistent strong lady.It must be tHe regimentation grooming in the force which make her one.
Working round the clock non stop.
I remember,the Malaysian economic boom in 1984-85 well.
Her porcelain rose buisness was blooming.There was porceline roses everywhere in her petit flat above the Satay House,where the family retire after closing time.
Small and charm but beautiful.I reckon that was the order of the day then.

I was waitering Satay House table before Satay House was renovated.
The cellar downstairs was converted into sitting of 10 extra table.
Up stairs,orginally it could only accomodate 10 tables only.
A sardine pack on buzy week-end,serving regulars mainly from the rich Brunei scholars then.
Harun and Onn was still at primary schooling age,not much aid they could give to their persisten,determine loving parents then.
Mummy Zaharah was heavy pregneant with Ikhram.
The operation of the restaurant was a team work effort.
The team at times was crumbbling due to staff pinching or untrain staff.

Uncle Jalil,the head Chef was having visa problem with the immigration authority.
At a stage,I could feel mummy Zaharah and Pak Jaffar was having tremendous pressure from the operation of the restaurant then.
High number of staff leaving in short notice was normal.
Mummy was force to be in the kitchen after delivery of Ikhram to see the operation goes through,no matter how,the doors remains open to the regulars 7 days a week to see the OD they have taken on the Restaurant renovation goes through without a pinch.

Allah with the persistent and the determination.
Allah the all hearing and are with the strong,the brave such as the one Almarhum Pak Jaffar and Mummy Zaharah.
The Satay House still stands tall among the listing of Malaysian Restaurant in the West End today.

To Liza and Ikhram,the present caretaker and the operator of the Satay House,this is what I have to say:

'Mana-mana organisasi yang dapat bertahan melebihi 30 tahun,ianya layak memerima anugerah Kahzanah Bangsa dan Negara,kerana Restaurant Tuan telah dapat meyakinkan kepada dunia bahawa "Tak Akan Melayu Hilang Didunia"


Al.Fatiha.

Tuan Jaffar Shawal
Pengasas Restaurant Melayu Pertama Di United Kindgom "The Satay House"

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Ayah Ku Kawin Lagi - Ayah Ku Pegi Aji.



It was over 40 years ago ayah decided to remarry again ending his single father status.Remember well the happy go lucky single father bringing up 3 tots children single handedly with a mere Risda clerk pay base on Suffian Report pay scheme.
Its something between $180 a month,I think.

Me,being the eldest to two other sisters was groom with no branded jeans except tailored made long pants by the perfect work of Hj.Manaf of 'AZAM TAILOR' and white shirts from Bee Loon ready made and the shops still at it presence humble beginning site at Lorong Bukit Cina but has expanded over the years all over the country mega mall.
Hj.Manaf has been my tailor since my wee lad days.
My first tailored suit for my England trip was hand made by 'Hj.Manaf The Tailor'.
Attire ethique was strictly observed by ayah.
Hair cream and body talcum powder a must.Off Raya morning with smartly polish Bata shoes goes along well with Hj.Manaf tailored trouses and the white shirt being reused again as my school shirt after Raya.

Suddenly,after joyeous yearly routine on Raya's with ayah,the daily bath personally by him in the morning before off to school,the morning dressing up,the dinner together with my single father stops abruptly and out off a sudden.
Ayah no longer at home with us.
We have to mend life to school all by ourself.
I was too young to understand why ayah left us suddenly.
However,ayah is always there sending us off to school in the morning and evening he will drop by after his daily dose of tennis game at the Bukit Baru Tennis Club but he no longer at home, reading the newspaper while we finishes our school home work.
His personnel home tution given to me on my weak subject also stop.

I was totally lost.
Seeing ayah morning and evening but he is not at home while we were asleep as he used to at night kept a 10 year lad puzzle,keeping together a 7 and 5 years sister together is another sodding tale.
Remember well,the day I confront him asking him why is he no longer with us at home.It was not a riddle but a straight question from a 10 year old lad

'......ayah,....ayah kahwin lagi ya!!!!!!!!!!

He was stunn by the question.
He didnt answer the question.
I presumed the answer was 'Yes',suddenly the pearl drops without invitation.

The rest was history.


xxxxxxxxxxxxx


May 2009 - 7 am

My usual wake up call at 6.30 am.
Normal morning routine procedure like any other morning.Nothing unusual.
Suddenly a call came in at 7am.It was ayah's voice.

I must say,very-very-very-very very rare and unusual for ayah to call his 3 children.Not only to me but both my sisters as well.
Not at 7 am.From my past experience,call that early only an emergency informing death of imediate members of the family.

I remembered his no normal greeting over the phone.
Not a commanding voice and ayah has never been a commanding father.
His advise to children will always begin with a field trip for Rojak and Satay Wak Temu with big glasses of Air Temu to go with ,right up front facing the famous 'A Famosa'.

After eating,straight into the car.
We will be in his old white VW bettle for his prep talk,park some where along,the Famosa or the front sea-side ,me glaring at the open sea of Strait of Malacca,somewhere over there is Sumatra.

My performance,my behavouir,my grade etc.etc.The normal fatherly advise.
Never ever my beloved father cane or shouted at me or shunn or humilate me in public despite me a mischievious lad myself.

Never Ever.

The phone call from ayah that morning stun me.Straight to the point informing me.

'.....'Will.....aku nak pegi Aji tahun ni.'

I was stun !!! the request coming from ayah.
I wanted to sujud sadah right away.

My simple answer was'.....ayah jangan kuatir...biar Mie uruskan.
Right away I was at Tabung Haji HQ,Ampang as the first customer of the day enquiring for my ayah haj trip.Deposited the required amount and total amount which we pool together to see ayah's trip to Haj.this year.

Waiting patiently over the month,the reply from TH management for his application status.Mind you,ayah does not even have a Tabung Haji account and we have to open one for him.Knowing fully well,ayah clerk pay package are all spend on his schooling age children,even though we do not live under one roof together.
All his children needs are well look after and care for.


Monday 28th Sept.2009 bersamaan 7 Shyawal.

Tabung Haji reply :
En.Jalius penerbangan Haji Tuan ialah pada 1 hb.Nov.2009.
Sila laporkan diri di Komplex Tabung Haji Kerana Jaya pada pukul 9 pagi.


I did the sujud saadah after reading the confirmation letter.

Terima Kasih Ya.Allah.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Akhir Sebuah Impian - Simply Classic



Well check up the whole film in youtube as well



Klassik.......seni itu milik semua.
Bukan milik persendirian.
Kami hargai interlectual property,daya creativitas dan kesempurnaan pembikinan.
Kami kagum
.

It was 30 overs years I saw this classic film by Almarhum Benyamin S,late Broery Marantika and Emilia Countessa.Man....the Savoy cinema was pack full for the whole month.The music by Favariote Group remain evergreen. Simply classic for a Form 2 boys then. TV programme was still at it infancy. Love Farok Afero acting always the baddies character.His punch line ' jangan kau minta ubatnya dari aku !!! when his son Broery met an accident which causes Emelia blind.A nostalgic rerun for those in the fities.Those era of 'Casablanca' sort of movie.

Memory dulu kembali lagi
DiHari lebaran Adil Fitri
Bermaafan bersama kita sudahi
Syukur dan Rahmat moga dilimpahi.

To All dear friends bloggers and non bloggers.

SELAMAT HARI RAYA ADIL FITRI.Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

My Mate Bangkai was Rob !!!!!


My mate Bangkai was rob today at Arab-Malaysian ATM Kelana Jaya.Some Raya's money for his poor schooling children.
Over the phone,he explain 2 Mamat 'ARAB' after giving the salam grap the money while he was about to cash into the machine.

What !!!!!!!!!!!!!! a foreigner and worst an 'ARAB'!!!!!! in the bless month of Ramadan and on the eve of Lailatul Qadar !!!!!!!!!

oiiiiiiiiiii.................you f................king Arabs !!! get out of Malaysia.

Its about time to kick foreigners out of Malaysia !!!! I mean it.
A couple of days ago a few house on my row was rob in broad day light.

'Get the Wogs out of Malaysia' !!!!!!!

Friday, August 14, 2009

Sagalo Nan Ado........Indak Maleh Urang Awak.



AKU

Kalau sampai waktuku
Ku mau tak seorang kan merayu
Tidak juga kau
Tak perlu sedu sedan itu
Aku ini binatang jalang Dari kumpulannya terbuang
Biar peluru menembus kulitku
Aku tetap meradang menerjang Luka dan bisa kubawa berlari
Berlari Hingga hilang pedih peri
Dan aku akan lebih tidak perduli
Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi



Chairil Anwar (Maret 1943)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Salam Merdeka



Demi Nusa,
Demi Negara,
Pasti kau dan aku sebati.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Yasmin -The Ledgendary Story Teller.Al-Fatiha


It was Nov.2005 when I first starts blogging,after been persuaded by my mate Boe,he was blogging under Ricky's Cafe then.
It was the early blogging era,much to my amusement,the stories written in the blog then,were innocent.
I am not a sopo fan thus,my visit to those sopores are limited.
I dont discuss or rather stayed away from those 'me know all the problems in Malaysia blog' nothing amazed me with what was written on the wall.


It is a fact yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com was my first blog I followed with Boe's persuasion.
Her words were simple.
A very knowledgeable and a profound blog.
It discuss mainly on her work on films and adverts in progress.
She's jotted down to a precise detail,ample enough for a person like me with no knowledge of the film industry to understood its content.

Her blog was a one-stop-centre between her-fans and her co-worker,corresponding via the comment box.
The respond was fast.No twitters what so ever then,but her assistant were there in split second waiting for instruction on the on going projects or witting teaching her films student about the finer points in film making via internetting.

Amazing women,making use the 'know how' technology rather that 'know who',in making quality pictures.
I followed her blog long enough till I managed to get 5 entrance passes on her very first premier and much controversial film'SEPET'.
Ted,one of her pupils managed to pull me through.I pass on the ticket as a marriage present to my nephew Ariff,Lin and both my girls Nana and Aliah.It was before Adam was born.

I was active and a regular to her blog.
You would notice some of my early writing was a reflection of her blog.
Comments made by some, sometime were off the line and sensitive.
Come from a multi ethnic society,the religion issues were at stake but she played her critics down well.
Her films leads to much controversial in a conservertive society of ours,
but I must say ,she's a class of her own.Her message clearly understood.

A pace setter,an inspirational for the new breeds,a phlithropist and a trend setter on her own right.
She's take criticism in strike and able to defence her work inteligently and diligently.There was once I propose to her,

'....mum,you should be a Senator by now,incharge of our Culture and Art Ministry.Your place is at Dewan Negara...'in one of the comment box.
nahhh...she's not instrested.

She was much into her work with passion and articulation.
Be it the PETRONAS Raya's,CNY or Depavali or X'mas advert,she delivered it with perfection and in harmony refelecting the multi ethnic preception of
'what Malaysia is' instead of 'Malaysia where?? !!!!

They didn't teach that in any Malay film production do they?
Love and devotion for Film making - As she once said in her blog in 2006

'we don't need "ART" for a few.
we don't need "Education" for a few.
and we don't need "Freedom" for a few.

True to her words,Art is an Education,art shapes a person inner feeling and art is a social tool to instill love for human mankind as was projected through her work, translating human desire to Love,Peace and Tranquality.

Her messeage was simple ie. ...........BE GOOD HUMAN !!

Moga Allah memberkati usaha mu Yasmin !!.Amin

7 das tembakan ke udara. !!!!!!!!!!!

hormat Panglima.........hormat.

Al.Fatiha.


**************

Suara mu merdu,
Creativitas mu anugerah.
Insipirasi segala anak Malaysia.
Kepatriotikkan dan semangat mu yang gitu tak pernah disangkal.
Ilmu mu mendalam.
Fikiran mu terang.
Minda mu cergas
Kebolehan mu tanpa batas.

Kami sedu
Kami kenal siapa kamu
Mata mu sentiasa menunduk tanda merendah
Ayat-ayat cinta mu
tanpa mengira warna,semua hanya hamba allah jua
Kami setia
Kami bangga
Kami meratap kesepian
kami hormat pengorbanan
Kami tatap bingkisan
Pulang mu menemuai Ya-Hakim,
pulang lah dengan aman
moga perjalanan akhir mu disinari zat Ya Haq.
moga 'Loh Mahfus' penyeri pengabadian.

Al.Fatiha

Allahyarhama Yasmin Ahmad
(1958-2009)