Kautsar Abd Rahman

it’s beautiful

i saw a mother of three sons on the bus the other day,
one crying and wailing, at his brother who got a seat,
shouted at by his mother.

” shut up, you’re embarassing me!”
“if you keep on this racket, ill lock you in your room!”

the little boy reduced to sobs and hiccups, after a long while.

“im sowwy..im sowwy”
“I SAID IM SOWWY MUMMY!”
“please..dont lock me”
“mummy, i said im sowwy”

“no, no, i dont want your sorry”
“it doesnt mean anything”
“you’re embarassing me, shut it!”

“..mummy..i love you”

“i said quiet!”

all the while, a little baby girl, shoved to the window in her pram,
called out to her mother. a surprisingly mature voice.

“mummey? mummey?”

she called for a long while. everyone just stood and looked around.

where is the mother?

“MUMMEY?”

tucked away at the end corner of the bus, her mother came.

“what?!”

“mummey, i need to drink”

“we’re in a bus! im busy! dont ask for drink now!”

the mother walked away. the little girl rocked herself to bed,
by slowly nudging the wall with her tiny foot.

..amazing,amazing song.

This is the official alternative music video for Viva La Vida. Not as awesome as the main one, of course. But I think this one has that mortality feeling to it. It’s sad..

listening to viva lavida, listening to its heart-touching story of napoleon in his glorious days makes me very concious of our mortality and the time running out like the sand in the sand dial.

history of humankind and the world has been so rich, so really deep that this present life we have now seems bland in comparison. could the most amazing building in Dubai now compare to the pyramids, the gold castles of faraway kings, always set in precious stones with the most meticulous artsmen in hand. could what we see in the deep forest of Germany or Asia compare to what the Mesopotamia had seen in their once lavish land? How clear is the water that reflects perfectly Narcissus beauty?

could our bustling lifestyle ever be as sated as the life of the maidens and lords of the Grecian days? carving out the image of heaven on earth. Odyseuss’ journey, Cleopatra’s reign, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, the japanese geishas, Parameswara and each and every other figures in history, what had they felt? What had really happened? What had the prophets go through and felt and how can we relate to this in our time now?

makes you want to weep.

weep for all those forgotten peoples and sacrifices. all those who had lost it all. embedded in the river of immortality. dying in the wind’s whispers. lost in memories of history. taken into slumber. taking with them the secrets of the worlds. taking with them treasures no eyes have seen. taking with them such presious lives. bloods that spilt have long dried. but ties severed stretched even more. tears of princesses and maidens. lovers who remain in each others’ embrace. lovers who have promised ‘forever’. heart aches that would make earth shatter. smiles from the children whom never knew any other colour. witches and wizards who were now myths.

reality-story-history-midwives’ tale-legend-myth-fable.

us who would never know. them who smile at such ignorance.