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| (One from the Album): Naqib's Papa and Mama sitting on the dais (bersanding :sitting ceremoniously side by side). Standing on the left is Naqib'sgrandpa and on the right is Opah (grandma). But where are you Naqib? Still hiding out somewhere. Please Naqib we would like to see you. Don't be shy 'cause we all know you are some where in/out there. |
As usual during school holidays especially the longest school holidays from end of November through December until the beginning of the new year is somewhat reserved for holding wedding functions. Not that the rest of the months are without the functions but they are relatively small in numbers as compared to November and December. Everybody is rushing to have one.
It is not unusual to have receive more invitations during these periods. At times you would receive more than ten wedding invitations from friends all over from different locations/states. These will make you a bit 'crazy' and 'giddy' for you just can't afford to ignore not even one of the invitations. Wedding invitation is a sign of respect from the hosts and it is an honour. They still remember you that you are still in their mind although you may be far away a distant. So what will you do if you have with you, say, ten invitations on the same date from various locations which are far apart?'
Of course we have to decide in one way or the other. But as I said earlier we can't afford to take it easy or take things for granted by keeping some or one of the invitations out of our mind. Certainly we are not super human to attend each and every weddings on the same day at different locations. No, that is not human.
If I were in that position ,certainly I would decide based on my rank of priorities. The first, no doubt is my immediate relatives such as brothers and sisters, and uncles and unties irrespective of distant provided they do not happen on the same date. But somehow we have to miss one or two . In that case we have to sort it out by sending an apology through short messages or calls to inform our regrets for not being able to attend their wedding invitations. Of course it would be much nicer if the apologies are accompanied by a token gift in whatever forms- such as money or presents.
Coming back to December I myself have received on average at least one invitation per week, that is either on Saturday or Sunday or sometimes one in each day. In other words through out December , one of the activities during week-end is to attend wedding function/s.
Last week-end we attended two functions , one each on Saturday and Sunday. Together with me were my wife, my daughter and husband and their little eight months boy Ahmad Naqib. The Saturday wedding was held in the open space along the service road leading to the host's house. The weather was so hot I reckoned it was 36 degree celcius. As we arrived we heard a loud sound of music on the air came from the wedding area. The DJ was so busy entertaining guests by airing one song after another. As we came nearer our little boy couldn't bear the sound anymore and start crying. He was sweating and crying non stop. We were not panicking but it was enough to remind us that we have had little time to be there. So we quickly lined up for food but one had to be with the boy to calm him down.
On Sunday it was a bit better since the wedding was held in the air-conditioned hall. We went into the hall and we heard sound of chak lempong a traditional musical instruments. Initially, Naqib response was ok. But as the guests grew bigger and bigger he started to show signs of unhappiness , scratching his hand and bending his body and stretching his hands out.
Then came the reality. We met so many old friends . They came and say hello and we shook hand and greeted one another. And their eyes met Naqib eyes. Their hands of course did not fail to have some comfort of Naqib's soft and tender cheeks. And at that point of action we heard a sudden burst and loud sound out-beat the musical sound of the 'cak lempong'. Naqib was in action, crying.
Coming back to December I myself have received on average at least one invitation per week, that is either on Saturday or Sunday or sometimes one in each day. In other words through out December , one of the activities during week-end is to attend wedding function/s.
Last week-end we attended two functions , one each on Saturday and Sunday. Together with me were my wife, my daughter and husband and their little eight months boy Ahmad Naqib. The Saturday wedding was held in the open space along the service road leading to the host's house. The weather was so hot I reckoned it was 36 degree celcius. As we arrived we heard a loud sound of music on the air came from the wedding area. The DJ was so busy entertaining guests by airing one song after another. As we came nearer our little boy couldn't bear the sound anymore and start crying. He was sweating and crying non stop. We were not panicking but it was enough to remind us that we have had little time to be there. So we quickly lined up for food but one had to be with the boy to calm him down.
On Sunday it was a bit better since the wedding was held in the air-conditioned hall. We went into the hall and we heard sound of chak lempong a traditional musical instruments. Initially, Naqib response was ok. But as the guests grew bigger and bigger he started to show signs of unhappiness , scratching his hand and bending his body and stretching his hands out.
Then came the reality. We met so many old friends . They came and say hello and we shook hand and greeted one another. And their eyes met Naqib eyes. Their hands of course did not fail to have some comfort of Naqib's soft and tender cheeks. And at that point of action we heard a sudden burst and loud sound out-beat the musical sound of the 'cak lempong'. Naqib was in action, crying.
Both Naqib parents had to excuse themselves. They went out of the hall to calm down their boy. So we knew our time was up. Quickly we stepped out of the hall. We the adults learned one precious experience. But Naqib gained two things i) he was exposed to the new environment and ii) he added new experience in the process of growing up.
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