Kuala Lampur, Aug. 14 -- There's a question that often arises when something big happens - a historic moment, a national milestone, a collective high. It usually begins like this: "Where were you when.?"

Most of the time, it's not about geography. It's about memory. About anchoring ourselves to something larger. About remembering not just what happened, but how it made us feel.

For me, one such moment was the night of the 1992 Thomas Cup finals.

Malaysia versus Indonesia. Badminton, of course. It was a Saturday, and I was a 17-year-old schoolboy at the Malay College Kuala Kangsar. I watched it from the common room of our hostel, surrounded by boys in kain pelikat, clutching pillows, Milo mugs and SPM notes, all eyes fixed on a grainy t...