I suddenly remembered my primary school friend, Raja Shahrul. He was a pint-sized fellow and was my close friend from Std. 4 to 6. I think. I didn't know he was 'royalty' until other friends pointed out what Raja meant. I always called him Shahrul. I never knew where he lived or what his family did. When you're 10 years old there are more important things in your mind than details. Shahrul used to come to my house in Ipoh often for lunch after school. Somehow, my mother knew to cook pork-free dishes just for him. Shahrul ate. His parents didn't beat him for it. No police reports were lodged. This was back in 1958. We were friends. Things were a little different then.