I had a mild headache. I couldn't care less what the boys were fighting about. I thought they'd be fine soon. So I just let them continue with their on-the-road drama, adopting the attitude of Wanshana, ahhh... tak kuasa!
Ayah gave me a nudge at the elbow, "Look at the boys..... Reminds me of our politicians. Macam budak kecik! Craving for attention."
Hahahaha... We had a good laugh.
Whether we realise it or not, the switching of scenes and acts are actually common household drama. Whether we like it or not, as parents, we get daily dosage of such takes without fail. Sometimes we just ignore them, knowing that these are child's play anyway. Sometimes, though, they got on to our nerves and we ended up breathless, all charged up over nothing ourselves!
Just like the high powered political drama that is unfolding before our eyes these days. Not Kung Fu Panda, not Hancock, not even Wall-e can topple it from the top of the chart - just yet!
The twist and turns has given Pak Lah some breathing space at least. And I suppose behind the scene, Tok Guru would surely further his prayers to the almighty to let the truth prevail.
One thing for sure, the truth is yet to be availed.
So hold on to your seats ladies & gentlemen, save your commentaries on those twist & turns, save your breath, saliva and pre-judgement on who's right and who's left, I mean, wrong.
Go grab some popcorns and coke (or keropok lekor & teh tarik if you like).
Sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
Hey.... with the fuel & electricity tariff hike..... why complain when you've got in front of your eyes a free drama to enjoy?
"Life's but a walking shadow," says Shakespeare's Macbeth, "a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more."
A dark thought for every man, but darker still for the actor who has his true existence only in his everlasting duel with the public. For if every man's life is no more than a play, the actor's life is no more than a play within the play.
And what of all the rest? All that took place behind the scenes when he was a man like any other? Was all that, too, a show, an illusion, a tale "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"?
All the world's a stage indeed. And all the men and women merely players; they will have entrances, and surely their exits.
I think in his few words, Ayah has said it all. Macam budak kecik craving for attention.