dear diary, today the four letters spelt as RAIN was so much a matter of interest. Even it goes viral in the facebook, the story was all about rain, its caused much chaos to everyone.
Today too housewives are the unhappy lot as laundries are left idle under the car porch hoping for sunshine the next morning. And for others, the unfortunate lots it means getting wet on the way to works. And the most pitiful sight is those on their two wheels on the way to school.
To those in other part of the world, rain is something which too much or too little might devastate. And to the other part of the state heavy rain mean havoc as water level may rise and of course, flood.
But here in Sarikei, rain mean nothing. Traffic jam? Its just a hiccup here as there are no rush to the work place. Just watch out for the pot hole only, as rain caused much trouble to our tarred network here and as some of our technicians are still on year end leaves, the predicament might be solved next week.
What does rain mean in Sarikei? Well just to go down the memory lane, rain mean we have to block the rushing water into our classroom, it was in the 70’s ago. And rain means playing on the road (no padang or park at that time folk!) and when it stops I would fetch my fishing rod.
It not that fishing tackles with that reels, rods, baits and line. It just a piece of those lidi that my mak use to sweep the floor and with a piece of string and a rubber band tied at the end of the line as the bait.
My catch are that crustacean which are a familiar sight at my kampong here, it more or less look like the nipah crab and are housed in the most specatcular sight in my kampong which I seldom see again nowadays, tungguk enggo’ang.
Its so amazing as whenever I travel around in places within the state, the first impression those other folk would query is the tungguk enggo’ang, haha I can’t spelt it right here. But it is a sight, breathtaking, where you will see these structures of mud being push by a lobster look alike, the enggo’ang.
In doing so, this tungguk when it get dry under the hot sun the plain will look like a thousand of mini mountains. But today you will never see this thing again as mostly every part of the kampong had been developed into new township.
And for those kampong folks whose lots are being developed into these new township, they are now a made new businessmen which mean that they are having a share in the property market when they are being compensate with shophouses.
For those of the get rich quick, they would prefer the cash rather than the shophouse, thus are instant millionaires. And my mak house would soon be there too, and brokers are on the prowl already with their usual gimmick luring my dad and mak to give in to the trick of handing over the house just for minimal cash.
Well gone are the days when our eyes are easily blind by that bundle of easy cash by this brokers, so stay out la tokey, ini tanah belum kasi jual lagi lah.
And here it rain again, the best part I like most is again that line from Ombak Rindu (haha I said I don’t prefer this movie but Hafiz really caused a wave in my heart)…dear rain please take away my tear to mend the broken heart.
And, dear diary I miss my kampong so much, I miss the time when neighbours are anytime of for salt and pepper, those were really the days, so rain please take away my blues.
