It was not that bad after all. Celebrating the first dawn of Syawal
in the heart of the Bolehland
metropolis, surrounded by tranquility almost a zen-like stillness that settles over a high mountain that follow an annual migration of their materialistic inhabitants and urbanites
to their safe haven. Everything starts with the first time to begin with.
I enjoyed this year’s Raya as much as I enjoyed the post-psychedelic atmosphere and good companies that continuously color my Raya days despite the warning that another earth shattering tremor was about to hit our homeland. I must admit though, my dietary regime was not as in harmony as my relentless appetite, an internal crisis unbeknown to me probably disguised in form of a lackadaisical state of mind lately.
Raya without friends, families, neighbors and even strangers around us to cherish with is not a Raya to celebrate for. Despite the very limited time and limited ability to move around this Syawal, I managed to savor the sweetness of those special days with special people. Some were new friends, known only through the blogosphere and some were long lost friends who came to pay the visit to their long-time-no-see friend just to say hello.
At the same time, I am still hoping and expecting (menaruh harapan tinggi) from our blogosphere’s penyimpan mohor besar raja–raja especially the one in Bangi (you know who you are 🙂 who promised to organize a bloggers‘ hari raya gathering (or was it over already?). The Raya is almost over, but the spirit is still high.
One super cool couple they are, Kanda RA and Zendra. That was the first time meet, a short escapade but the feeling as if we have been knowing each other for ages. Many thing to talk about and to share with. To tell you the truth, that was the only open house I attended this year and so far. It was one memorable experience with the warmest hospitality ever. The food was superb, especially the lamb curry (really commendable).
Before we left, one happy family photo for the album . I am feeling a bit poetic and into my element now (as put it by kanda RA)
Terimakasih daun keladi,
Kalau tak raya pun jemputle lagi
Another popular and ardent blogger who almost detour the whole districts of Selangor in order to reach my house. At first I was a bit reluctant to publish this photo as he told me he is a photo-shy guy and for some reason unclear to me, never shown his true persona in public (or his blog). I hope he is not mad with me (ampun). A really nice and lovely couple to spend time with.Wishing you a smooth sailing ahead and hoping to see you again June next year. Hang on there and keep persevere mate!
These young and elegant ladies we first met and got acquaintance with during the bloggers mengeteh sessions earlier this year. CAHAYA, Teja and kama are blogger, while the sweet lady in red is Teja’s and kama’s course mate, who was born in Ganu but didn’t ganuspeak with me 🙂 Luckily they didn’t gatecrash into my house and gave a notice earlier, otherwise they won’t had the chance to sample the famous beriyani gam Bt. Pahat.
I didn’t know CAHAYA is also a camera freak- like me (Camera freak doesn’t mean one is a good photographer – just like me). Out of a sudden, she whisked out her cute little camera from her secret Doraemon’s pouch and diligently taking photos one of my classic camera collections. In this digital era, not that many knows the 120 mm film anymore, but she did.
DrZue, a blogger and family close friend (in the middle) came all the way from University Malaya to celebrate Raya with my staffs and me in my office. She didn’t came alone but with her big entourage. This was the second time. The first time they came to visit me a week after Raya and I didn’t prepare anything for them.
This time, even though the food were not that lavish but we were a bit prepared with nasi lemak
special and curry puff – courtesy of makcik
My long lost friend Osman, his wife Jah and their lovely kids. Osman was my senior in UKM, a silat buddy whom out of the blue got married to my wife’s best friend, course-mate and housemate Jah. To make the story more interesting, Osman’s younger brother married to my younger sister while both of them studied at Al-Azhar. So that make us what bro? A beras….biras…or bau–bau bachang?