1st day of Shawal

Let see what I did on the first day of syawal.

On the night before syawal, I went out with a friend to Chow Kit Road and Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman. The city is still red and flooded with kampungless soul searching and looking for instant solution to be merry on hari raya. Knowing Jalan Tar and Chow kit road will serve that purpose, KLites waited until the last minute to do their raya shopping, hoping to get the lowest price for all the consignments that will be obsolete in a few hours.

my and my baju ready to wear baju raya, which actually fits me,

accept for the neck area, as you can see i cannot button the bloody cloth.

Who would want to buy Baju Melayu and cookies after hari raya? So, all the small time and recreational merchants starts to lower the price of their merchandise so that more people will eventually buy it. Knowing this seasonal phenomena will happen every 30^th day of Ramadhan, everyone waited for the last minute for it. The numbers of the people keeps on growing every year and the bottleneck and gridlock of human on those areas is just beyond expectation. The traffic jam was massive. Cars barely move and the congregation of human being is so pack when a bomb is release in that areas, 10 percents of KLites will cease to exist.

So this shows that more and more people are not going to their hometown and choose to celebrate hari raya in kl. Few reasons might leads to this, most probably of the high cost of petrol and toll and the ever increasing cost of living, and maybe because of the anticipated traffic jam, or they are just plain lazy, or the prefer to celebrate it in KL, or they don’t have any relatives in the kampong because everyone has drop dead.

Anyway, I only arrived home around 6 am in the morning, so there goes my Sembahyang Raya. I was almost 1 pm when I woke up, and you can imagine the look on the faces of my mother and sisters at that time. Everyone was waiting for me, especially my nieces and nephews and grand children (which I have 32 of them) waiting for the beloved uncle for duit raya.

By the time I clean myself it is already 2 and everyone left to the kubur to visit my departed father and grandmothers. I did not go, my family knows that I will not go to kubur on hari raya, because I made it very clear to them a few years ago that you do not go to kubur just on hari raya, and claimed your undying love to your departed family, and those not going is being very ungrateful. I made it very very clear last time, so nobody dares say anything. I will visit them when I feel like going, especially when I am very sad. And almost usually I am alone in the grave areas crying my lungs out until I it gets very creepy then I would run. When you are alone in the graveyard you don’t really feel you are alone really and sense like there are eyes watching you.

So I waited for them to get home, in my new raya clothes and ate some rendang, ketupat, lemang all those usual things you eat during hari raya. And when they get back I did my ritual asking for forgiveness from my mom, sisters, brothers, in laws and my nephews and nieces will do the same to me and I give them duit raya, and then I change back to my sleeping attire and I falls asleep until 8 o’clock.

Hik hik. yes, i am useless i know.

why do i feel like Sukaerno in this picture.

Then my friend and I went to the subang airport to fetch zubir who came back from terengganu after celebrating 8 hours raya with his family. Which I think is even worst than me.

And then we went out for drinks, and now I am writing this blog.

So that is my hari raya celebration. Wasn't it full of fun????

Sekian, terima kasih.