Ramadhan is ending...

Well-consummated iftar

Truly, time flies.. Only a few days ago Nakamora thought fasting started, and suddenly today it is ending in about three days. How swift.. It could be so because of the many events, of global nature, that occupy the airwaves, and brain waves too. The continuing search for MH370 somewhere in the Indian Ocean, the World Cup in Brazil, the ill-fated MH17 in Ukraine, the onslaught of the innocence in Palestine/ Gaza by a party that Nakamora refuses to recognize by writing the name.

On a personal scale, this Ramadhan is different. Extremely rare that Nakamora patronizes the many bazar Ramadhan to buy food for iftar. The sky-rocketing price, the lack of food quality, and the difficulty for parking dampened his spirit. Some, or most of the food items, are priced beyond value for taste.. and some were not even prepared properly to deserve the names they are given. This reminded Nakamora of a stall at a food court in Tanjung Malim that sells nasi lemak. The dish lacks all the main ingredients to deserve the name nasi lemak. It has no ground nuts, no cucumber, and no sambal ikan bilis, or rather sambal ikan bilis full of onions and no anchovies. The owner has the chick and no remorse to call his dish nasi lemak. But there are still people having breakfast at the stall, just as there are still crowds, albeit smaller in size compared to previous years, at the bazar Ramadhan. Perhaps, we have become apathetic and indifference...

Happy Eid to all Muslim readers...

Blah, blah, blah...

When he was a student, Nakamora used to think what it would be like for the teachers to repeat the same thing, over and over again, semester after semester, year after year. Wouldn't it be boring? he thought. But later, by fate, he became one of them. His question is answered.
It is simple:
Have you got an interesting story to tell? If you have, then you would like to tell it to everyone, all the time. Teachers, with deep interest in the subject, wouldn't be bored to tell the 'story' to others. It could be the same story, but the audience is different. In fact, we can tell and set aside, teachers who love teaching, or sharing the story from those who just do it for a living... He/she will just keep on talking about it like never before...but it would be better if the story is updated from time to time..

Ageing peddlers...

Nakamora feels bad about himself every time an elderly approaches him. Plastic bags in both hands, full with packages of kerepek or some kinds of local snacks. With sad eyes, they would beg him to buy the snack. Not the kind that he likes, and often times the packaging too has almost worn out. He pity the peddlers, but several hundreds questions rush in his mind, begging for answers:
- where are they from?
- who brought them here?
- where do they stay?
- is the daily sale enough to support them?
- who made the products that they peddle around?
and, most importantly, where are their kin and siblings? At that age they should be resting and just relaxing...