Amused And Confused

Am amused and confused in the rollercoaster of life with high anticipation that the amusement would outbalance confusion. Do please sit back, be amused and entertained but be you not confused.
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Monday, March 28, 2005

Kawin Anak Raja

Of course what mothers want are only the best for their darling children. Children are what they treasure most for these youngsters are to become adults, grow wise, succesfully build their lifes and careers around them and eventually take care of the mother as responsibility is reversed. Nobody can deny the fact that your children are most treasured when you are a shaky, flabby and all-wrinkly 80yr olds. Therefore, they want you to become the best of people around. Security is all they wanted. And you'll find the same thing applies to you when you step in their shoes.

However, mothers could sometimes become over-realistic, their imaginary often almost fairy tale-like. All that hoping sometimes can be over-bearing. But we must not blame them for their offsprings deserve nothing but the best.

"Nanti besar nak kawin siapa?"

I had imagined or known only 3 malay boys that could fit in the answer to the mega-question. My cousin and two other boys in class 1 Anggerik. Heard that marrying your cousin is a big No-No...and so his name was quickly taken off my mental display. The other boys? Nah..one is too arrogant and the other is too sissy.

"emm..entah, siapa eh?"

"Kawin anak raja tau..."

"Anak raja? Wah...kenapa?"

"Nanti Ma tumpang senang"

"Well, OK lah...anak raja lah"

5 years passed and the question pops up for a second time

"Nak kawin siapa?"

"Anak rajalah..siapa lagi"

Mother is smiling ear-to-ear. Good, she may have thought.

Another 5 years later, I am not married to anak raja but yes, the king himself. King of my heart and soul. cehwah...Yes, it is true. He may not be an anak raja but what counts more than love and devotion? Yes, money gets you around, take you places and dine you in fancy restaurants. Marrying a big-shot may have you cheuffuerred in fancy gigantic mobiles, strings of maids, extra bling-bling, big mansion you call home and the list goes on...but what do these mean when at the end of the day, you realised you're only married to him for the £££ or RM-RM-RM?? For at the end of the day, you need that someone to stroke your hair, blissfully look into your eyes and convey the endless love he has for you, over and over again. And what could be more difficult than not to be able to reciprocate that love. You may well pretend to love him but you'll find pretending could be exhaustive. Well, that if you could find one anak raja and marry him for money lah.

But what happens if you are the scapegoat? Some socialites/bigshots do find a trophy wife to marry to, somebody who are nice and proper to look at at formal functions and be obedient. All the time. Why? I do not know..perhaps trophy wifes are good for apperance, social status, reputation and etc in the eyes of the social circle....sadly, the truth often turns out they ronggeng behind their wife's back. Unnoticed, they go dangdut in discos, order escorts and get tricked into marrying a 2nd or 3rd in Narathiwat.

I've heard plenty stories of rich people ending up failing their marriages to secretaries and artistes. Some are financially supportive to their first wives albeit being unattached totally with the goings of the household or welfare of their children.

And who are to be blamed?

Mothers for that fairy-tale-like aspiration? Or anak raja ? Or ourselves?

I don't have the answer for all I know marriage has to be based on love and devotion. Later comes honesty and sincerity. Ask yourself , is this the person you are willing to spend the rest of your lifes with?

And errr...marriage is all about willing to accept the good and bad be it in sickness or in health. You are both in it together. It is all about learning to adapt to each other for LIFE.

Err...and on the account of kawin anak raja, one question...nak ke anak raja kat kite? hehehehehe..

Mothers out there be easy on your child, OK?

In the toilet while doing that depositing bussiness, in the shower, waiting for your LRT..whereever you may find that space ...think and do ponder.

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