I was born on November 24th, 1951 on the same day PAS was first establised. No other celebrities or statesmen being born on that day. Anyhow, I did emerge from my mother’s womb on the same afternoon with an eventful fright.With umbilical cord strangulated my agile neck, I was declared a blue baby. Amid meek cry, on duty mid-wife flung a May Day signal across to his superior. A panic Indian doctor immediately rushed, successfully resuscitated and placed me into an incubator where I stayed there for about a month. Puffing pure oxygen, I survived the ordeal.
That was the scene at Penang Maternity Hospital 58 years ago.
I bear no name as none of the paediatrics staffs thought I could survive the following week. I remained nameless for one month. Till today, if I want to retrieve my birth certificate at the National Registration Department, I would end up with a birth certificate with ‘no name’.
Miracle maybe, I did survive. Otherwise, I won’t be writing About Me
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