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First Eid Kit.

So, the blog’s been left dormant again. The odd picture post, yeah. But largely ignored. Been pretending I was too busy taking pictures for my other blog, where there’s a lot of err… pictures.

How was your raya? As empty and devoid of meaning as it was for me? Quite difficult to celebrate the triumph of abstinence over consumption when one doesn’t abstain, ever.

I was in the living room that bright raya morning, waiting for some semblance of feeling. An approximation of how raya used to feel like when I was younger. You know, the ghost of joy that wasn’t exactly happiness but made your heart swell up with love and forgiveness. Usually it was strongest during the annual on-yer-knees-asking-for-forgiveness-kissing-and-crying rigmarole. You just knelt and mumbled apologies and usually the tears that came after weren’t feigned. You felt something.

It’s wearing off. There is a noticeable decline in the range of emotions experienced during this most well-meaning of rituals. When I was a kid, I genuinely felt that I wronged my parents and really wanted their forgiveness. For the times I ditched school, or whined or protested or beat-up my brothers or knocked-up a maid. This year I didn’t even bother mumbling out the “Selamat hari raya Abah, mintak maaf mintak ampun, halalkan makan minum Along” and shit.

Not because I haven’t wronged anyone this year. I just didn’t feel like it.

It’s nice to smoke out in the open again, though.

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For little H, the long-fingered one.

First day Raya: no more sneak-smoking and playing hide and seek with the cleaning ladies at school. Back to afternoon coffee and something resembling an output of creativity hence this entry after a loooong hiatus. Happy Raya suckers!

With Ish now at a coffee joint. Damn this latte is good given the conditions within it is consumed: in broad daylight. After one-handed eating whilst driving all throughout September, I need to readjust to normal meal configurations ie. table, chair, cutlery and the absolute absence of shame and guilt.

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I was with P at the hospital, in front of the delivery hall, staring at a set of decorative lighting blinking in primary colours for a good 8 hours or so. Waiting for the nurses to call him in to witness the birth of his first-born daughter. As calm as he looked, I knew P was scared shitless. The same kind of fear and anxiety I had experienced during A’s time delivering our S.

The relief on his face after the baby was delivered. A speechless moment after announcing to me (on the floor, against the wall, reading last year’s GQ) that the baby’s born and his wife is being stitched up. The weary eyes and the knees giving-in as he sank down and joined me on the floor. Brothers sharing a quiet moment of joy and thanks.

H: welcome to the family. It ain’t the best of families but it surely ain’t the worse either. Buckle up for the ride.

Addendum: As of 20th August 2008, Kuburan Dakwat is 2 years old. Happy Anniversary!

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Eid Mubarak!

Saya sedang berbaring di atas katil di dalam bilik kami di rumah mertua saya di Kelang. Sakit pinggang. Akibat percubaan untuk duduk, makan dan membaca akhbar secara serentak ketika bersarapan pagi tadi.

Sambutan hari raya tahun ini bermula pada pukul 10.30 pagi apabila saya bangun dari tidur, mandi dan mengenakan baju melayu hijau yang dibuat sempena majlis perkahwinan P dan L tempohari. Agak selamba sambutan tahun ini (secara peribadi) seperti beberapa tahun kebelakangan ini. Tiada nafsu untuk beraya kerana terlampau bernafsu ketika (tidak) berpuasa.

Acara bersalaman dengan keluarga dijalankan seperti biasa. Keampunan diminta dari ayah dan bonda dan keampunan diberi (bersama duit raya) kepada adik-adik yang berdosa kecil (terlupa beli rokok pesanan) dan besar (terlanggar pintu kereta).

Raya pertama diserikan dengan kehadiran Puyu yang sudah hampir 10 tahun tidak pernah gagal menjadi Jurugambar Rasmi majlis raya kami. Terima kasih Puyu. Tanpa kamu, raya hanya seperti hari yang tak raya. Kamu di antara 10 rukun raya keluarga kami.

Bangun pada hari raya kedua pada pukul 10 pagi, bersiap untuk pulang ke Jelebu, Negeri Sembilan, kampung halaman keluarga sebelah ibu. Kami berkonvoi dua kereta: Saya bersama anak dan isteri serta Yaya di dalam sebuah kereta, Mama, Abah, En. Chala dan Kom di dalam Persona baru Abah. P dan L tidak bersama kerana menyambut raya di Jerantut bersama keluarga L.

Suatu insiden agak menakutkan berlaku apabila saya terpaksa membrek kereta dengan mengejut apabila Abah membrek untuk mengelak segerombolan pemacu motorsikal dihadapan. S yang sedang berbaring di belakang telah tergolek dan jatuh ke lantai kereta. Kepalanya terhantuk di tapak kerusi hadapan yang diperbuat dari besi. Hasilnya, luka ringan dan bengkak di kepala S. Mujur kereta baru Abah datang bersama Kit Kecemasan percuma. Kepala S dirawat dengan alcohol swab dan plaster berubat dari kit tersebut. Terima kasih Proton!

Kami sekeluarga berkampung di Rumah Rehat Kuala Klawang. Sementara Mama dan Abah berziarah ke rumah-rumah saudara-mara minor, saya dan A ‘berehat’ di dalam bilik.

Sebelum Maghrib kami tiba di rumah Mak Tam yang merupakan Hos bagi acara Raya tahunan kami. Setiap tahun, adik-beradik ibu saya akan bergilir menganjurkan acara ini. Selepas solat Maghrib berjemaah dan Tahlil Arwah, acara penyampaian duit raya dijalankan.

S yang berplaster di dahi telah menerima nama timangan ‘Benjol’ dan ‘Lanun Kemunting’. Dia juga menjadi penghibur pada malam itu dengan karenahnya dan kepetahannya bercakap. Saya dan isteri tidak dapat menjawab apabila sanak-saudara berkomentar tentang kemahiran bertutur S yang melampaui kebolehan anak-anak mereka pada usia yang sama.

 

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Lights!

Lights!

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