THE CRYSTAL ROAD
BIOGRAPHY OF AN EDUCATOR
By Saroja Dev Param
Published in 2011, Seremban, Malaysia
ISBN 978-983-42387-1-1
BIOGRAPHY OF AN EDUCATOR
By Saroja Dev Param
Published in 2011, Seremban, Malaysia
ISBN 978-983-42387-1-1
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V S Param
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Param was keenly interested in the social upliftment of the community, and thus he served in various welfare and voluntary organisations in the state. To name a few, he was the Honourary General Secretary of the Negeri Sembilan Youth Council, the Negeri Sembilan Child Welfare Council, the Negeri Sembilan Health Council and the Negeri Sembilan Family Planning Association. He was an active member of the Boy Scout Movements, the St. John's Ambulance Brigade and the Negeri Sembilan Teacher's Union. ...
After fifteen long years (1958 -1973) as Headmaster, Param retired from Dato' Klana Maamor School in Seremban in 1973. The building of the school campus was complete with several blocks of classrooms, a school hall, a well stocked library, three school fields, a camp-site and landscaped gardens and a menagerie. ...
- from pages Roman x to xii
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The School in a Garden
The school grew rapidly; it was in a picturesque setting, set on a rolling hillside facing the lush greenery of the Temiang hills in the distance and away from the hustle and bustle of the town centre. Our former Headmaster, Lionel van Geyzel, was awed by the beauty of the garden landscape he saw and he was inspired to write a poem - 'The School in a Garden' which he presented to Param at the opening ceremony of the Guide and Scout Campsite. In the note that came with his poem he wrote:
To Mr. & Mrs. V. S. Param, expressive of my reaction to a visit to Dato' Klana Ma'amor School for your "Scout Camp Site" opening ceremony on "Thinking Day" 22nd February, 1962.
- Lionel van Geyzel, Retired Headmaster, Government English School, Port Dickson
OUR SCHOOL
Malaya is a Garden:
Such gardens are not made
By crying "Oh! How beautiful!"
While sitting in the shade.
All gardens call for labour:
Much sweat, more tears, hard toil:
One has to go down on ones knees
And grub with hands the soil.
Then Father Time grants rewards,
The grass grows soft and green:
With hedges neat, and trees just right,
Bright blooms on all sides seen.
Our school stands in a garden
That was hewn out with care
From frowning hillside, bleak and grim,
Now made a sight most fair.
... continued ...
From pages 153 and 154 of the book.
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Param was keenly interested in the social upliftment of the community, and thus he served in various welfare and voluntary organisations in the state. To name a few, he was the Honourary General Secretary of the Negeri Sembilan Youth Council, the Negeri Sembilan Child Welfare Council, the Negeri Sembilan Health Council and the Negeri Sembilan Family Planning Association. He was an active member of the Boy Scout Movements, the St. John's Ambulance Brigade and the Negeri Sembilan Teacher's Union. ...
After fifteen long years (1958 -1973) as Headmaster, Param retired from Dato' Klana Maamor School in Seremban in 1973. The building of the school campus was complete with several blocks of classrooms, a school hall, a well stocked library, three school fields, a camp-site and landscaped gardens and a menagerie. ...
- from pages Roman x to xii
...
The School in a Garden
The school grew rapidly; it was in a picturesque setting, set on a rolling hillside facing the lush greenery of the Temiang hills in the distance and away from the hustle and bustle of the town centre. Our former Headmaster, Lionel van Geyzel, was awed by the beauty of the garden landscape he saw and he was inspired to write a poem - 'The School in a Garden' which he presented to Param at the opening ceremony of the Guide and Scout Campsite. In the note that came with his poem he wrote:
To Mr. & Mrs. V. S. Param, expressive of my reaction to a visit to Dato' Klana Ma'amor School for your "Scout Camp Site" opening ceremony on "Thinking Day" 22nd February, 1962.
- Lionel van Geyzel, Retired Headmaster, Government English School, Port Dickson
OUR SCHOOL
Malaya is a Garden:
Such gardens are not made
By crying "Oh! How beautiful!"
While sitting in the shade.
All gardens call for labour:
Much sweat, more tears, hard toil:
One has to go down on ones knees
And grub with hands the soil.
Then Father Time grants rewards,
The grass grows soft and green:
With hedges neat, and trees just right,
Bright blooms on all sides seen.
Our school stands in a garden
That was hewn out with care
From frowning hillside, bleak and grim,
Now made a sight most fair.
... continued ...
From pages 153 and 154 of the book.