Answer: Not in Malaysia
Those who watched the heart wrenching P Ramlee documentary on the History Channel on Oct 31, 2010 must have gone to bed with a heavy heart.
  It transpired that Malaysia's one and only film icon had died penniless  and shunned by the public, including his own colleagues. 
And  the way it was done appears to have uncanny resemblances to what's  happening today in Malaysia, almost 45 years after Ramlee returned to  Malaysia.
The documentary, narrated by British actor,  Timothy Watson and was 12 years in the making included precious  interviews by some of his friends, actors and actresses who had passed  on. The underlying tone was one of profound melancholy.
Ramlee,  borne out of poverty along Caunter Hall Road at an Achenese community  in Penang , had to endure the brutal Japanese occupation whose schools  incidentally inculcated a certain discipline in him. 
In his  formative years then, this discipline proved crucial as a founding  platform for his eventual brilliance, creativity and innovation in film  and music.
He subsequently gained phenomenal success  at Shaw brother's Jalan Ampas studios in Singapore. His success at Jalan  Ampas was the apparent result of the studio's incredible milieu of  experienced film crew, choreographers and directors which the Shaw  brothers had assembled from India, Hong Kong and Indonesia. 
With  the load of management and finance off his shoulders, Ramlee was able  to thrive and focus on his talent of creating music, acting and  eventually direction, screenplay and editing.
The  Shaw brothers invested and created such a conducive environment at Ampas  that Singapore became the Mecca for the Malay film industry for an  entire genre of actors and actresses from the whole of the Malay  Archipelago from Pontianak to Penang to Medan. 
Apart from  Ramlee, Ampas provided careers for other actors and actresses like  Nordin Ahmad, S Kadarisman, Ahmad Daud, Normadiah, Saloma and Saadiah.
But  this talent could not have been developed without the expertise of  directors such as BS Rajan, L Krishnan and Phani Majumdar. Directors  such as Majumdar already had something like 15 years experience in  directing films in various languages in Calcutta and Bombay before they  came to Singapore. 
It was on this wealth of experience that the Malay film industry flourished.
Majumdar  directed Ramlee in 'Anakku Sazali' which won Ramlee Best Actor in 1956.  And when Majumdar returned to India, he discovered another great Indian  actor, Feroz Khan and directed Khan in his first big hit 'Oonche Log'  in 1965. Yes, it was happy times then at No 8 Jalan Ampas and Boon Kheng  Road. But it had to end. Or so it seems.
Things  appear to have taken a turn for the worse during the confusion of the  Malaysia-Singapore separation of 1963 when Lee Kuan Yew had trouble  reigning a tight leash on trade unions involving Lim Chin Siong, and his  own PAP leaders led by Che' Awang and Devan Nair. 
Ramlee  appears to have been an inadvertent victim of the unions' unreasonable  demands leading Shaw brothers to call it a day at Jalan Ampas when they  couldn't keep up with unions' demands for higher pay.
Other  views suggest that Ramlee was poached and enticed to return to Malaysia  which he did in 1964. Wrong step it seems. All promises in Malaysia  were not kept by his new masters. Sounds very, very familiar here. 
Merdeka  studios was poorly equipped and its rookie staffing meant the legend  had to multitask which ended up eventually in him churning out shoddy  movies. All 18 movies he directed in Malaysia flopped. Sounds like the  same stories we hear from some of our Malaysians "trying" to return home  from overseas.
Ramlee lost his glitter, his money  and his fame. His partner and colleague, HM Shah, tried to form a  company called Perfima to enable Ramlee to relaunch his career and  produce his dream of colour films. 
But Perfima apparently  ended up in the hands of inexperienced and connected cronies leaving the  talented Ramlee then, as in now, even as a Malay, blatantly  unrecognised, ignored and out in the cold.
The  documentary brutally exposes how Ramlee tried in vain to set up P Ramlee  productions, but was again shut out by this country's media and  entertainment industry including RTM. 
He had to sit in the  canteen at Ankasapuri while Saloma had her own show in RTM! He could not  secure any government aid, grants or 'Private Financial Initiatives'  despite his passion for Malay music and culture.
 
He  tried to reinvent himself and sought a bank loan - but was rejected!  With his wealth of experience and in his early 40s then, he should have  easily qualified. 
Poor Ramlee didn't know that in Malaysia  it is the "know who" that counts than the "know how". If he had known  George Tan from the Carrian Group then, Ramlee may have received a few  million from BMF without even having to pay back. Or he should have  "nurtured" some connections like how some luminaries have. 
Ramlee  by now, tragically stressed out, overweight, disheveled, completely  down and out with passion and spirit broken, had to now do almost any  job he could including running mahjong tables and singing at weddings  and other functions to put food on the table for his family. He had to  live on rice and eggs. 
It was truly 'Air Mata di  Kuala Lumpur' for Ramlee. A court summons a day prior to his death for  being a guarantor finally tipped the balance and did him in when he  suffered a massive heart attack and he died on May 29, 1973 at the age  of 44.
On the day he died, there was no rice in his  house. And Saloma had no money for his funeral. The man and legend, P  Ramlee paid a very heavy price for returning to Malaysia. The country  just did not have the infrastructure, manpower and expertise to  accommodate his enormous talent. 
He would have been  better off in Singapore even with the unions there. He would not have  gone broke in the club and wedding scene there and perhaps Singapore TV  could have given him a break as compared to our own RTM. 
All  the belated accolades and titles were meaningless as far as the man  himself was concerned. He died hopelessly broke and broken.
 
The documentary is not only an eye opener but a very good case study for anyone contemplating returning home to Malaysia. 
Whether you are a scientist, engineer, accountant, doctor, etc, beware of the conditions enticing you to return.
If  your kid is an aerospace engineer, a naval architect or a transplant  surgeon, it's a no brainer that he/she should not return at all unless  you are absolutely sure the country has the infrastructure and skilled  manpower to support these fields. 
Don't believe in  these stories that you should come home to "help" and "develop" your  areas of expertise. That's not going to happen. That sort of thing will  only go to the chaps who have the connections. 
Assess any  offer carefully and do not trust anyone including this government. Make  certain all agreements are enforceable in Singapore and the UK.
In  retrospect P Ramlee, with no formal education but was able to compose  more than 360 songs and 66 movies, probably returned to a society that  was not developed nor had the brainpower and skills to match up to his  vision. 
In short he was just surrounded with a whole  lot of officials and journalists with serious hangups who were not  interested in the industry itself. There was no driving force like the  Shaw brothers.
And the prevailing attitude at that  time and probably even now was and still is a third class mentality. In  an environment such as this, no one with creativity, innovation, skills  and brains can ever hope to survive let alone thrive. 
It's  better they stay back where they can develop and nurture their talent.  If a star as bright as Ramlee could be extinguished with such impunity,  the rest are nothing. 
Ramlee and his entire family were  wiped out financially despite his immense talent. But he remains still  till this day, the Malay Archipelago's cinematic legend. With  apologies...
 Hancur badan dikandung tanah
Budi baik dikenang juga
Biar alam hancur dan musnah
Jasa mu tetap dikenang juga
by : The Ampas Man
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