HERITAGE & LEGACY

Recent balik kampong holiday bring me back to my old memories about my kampong. Manage to visit neighbor of my grandma (Grandma & Grandpa has long gone) during that short time. She looks very old and keeps reminding me on past, i.e. my childhood what else. After chatting with her I just walk thru my grandpa/grandma house….emmh scary tho. That old empty house – eeiiyukk rotten wood.. going crack into pieces, termite breeding centre, surrounded by these mud & alga (or look like it), tall grass covered the wall or those green stuff…remind me of SHREK..the movie.

I remember those days when I try to cut the grass with my brother & grandma, we saw that giant python meddling around the bushes, just behind that house.…but now the bushes has grown up to what…12 to 15 feet.? It seems like the grass going to eat & swallow the house…eeiiiyukk………scary man…heheheh.

Beneath my cornea, I’m still looking at that beautiful and harmony house. That brownish paint with anti termite smell is still there, that old veranda accompany with tepak sirih is waiting for any guest to chew it before they start their conversation (Tradition/culture of Malay living in kampong – before they start any conversation, they must chew the “Sekapur Sirih Se Ulas Pinang). Grandpa, after finish his job and meeting with his friends at the nearby warung, he will be sitting at that veranda, looking at the main road/scenery with his “Gobek Sirih”, coffee and his cigarette (Rough Rider if he has money to buy or rokok daun) while grandma will be busy cooking, baking kuih, scolding or yelling at me as usual heheheh!.

I remember myself & son of the neighbor playing gasing, guli, congkak, lastik, fishing at the pond & small canal just behind that house. The air is refreshing while the water is so damn clean. You can see the yellow sub marine floating and run thru the canal smoothly while catfish feed their stomach with that organic dishes. Emmh, well what to expect!! Its kampong life anyway..toilets is not modern as its used to be now hehehe. We did make spears (nail with mob stick) and guard the lawn (like an ancient warior), just to make sure the cow or buffalo didn’t left any dung or other souvenirs on the turf.

To be continued……………………….