Some many years ago, several friends and cakapaje took a trip to...hmm, can't remember whether it was Tioman or Sibu Island. OK, we did went to both on different occasions but the one I meant to partly write about was...one of them. Hey! Its been so long you can't really expect me to remember every single detail! I mean, if it was a crime, I am quite sure it would have passed the 'statue of limitations'; if it was a crime-lah!
Anyway, after 4 days of lazing in the sun, snorkeling, night-fishing and mouth-gaping in awe at the wonders Allah s.w.t. have created, we took a fishing boat for the 2hours ride back to Mersing, and the mainland. The clouds looked dark and heavy, and even the single boatman who was to captain the small boat had a worried look on his face. But us landlubbers, what do we know?
As soon as the boat got into way, we waved silently to the island and Nasbah - one of the friends who came along - began singing a tune which had all of us following. Almost halfway through however, the sea began rolling high and violent, and the clouds looked like it was about to burst. Then the unthinkable happened - the boat's engine went dead! The party of friends began looking at each other not knowing what to say or do; we had within our midst, ARAB and his wife who was 4 months pregnant! Then almost simultaneously, everyone's attention focused on the boatman who was taking off his life vest and tying a rope around his waist. "Oh, oh!" our minds must have went.
Now, a dead calm situation this certainly was not. With the engine dead, the boat was without propulsion to ride the waves - it was, a dead scary situation to be in. By that time, the boatman had jumped into the water and disappeared under the boat leaving us death-pale. Several times during the boatman's absence, the boat was raised high by the waves. Then like a ride on a roller coaster, the wave took us way down and all around us, the sea suddenly became several stories high! A friend began throwing up, his face green and scared. Everyone must have silently began praying then. At the same time, my mind raced back to all the true life stories I have read of people being adrift at sea. Foremost on my mind was what to do and what not to do should the waves turn the boat over; visions of shark attacks began playing and replaying. And I was, scared shit!
Alhamdulillah, the boatman then surfaced and began clambering on the boat. With a smile on his face he said "Nothing to worry about, it was just some seaweed caught in the propeller." Nothing to worry about? For each of us landlubbers there, that 5 or so minutes was like eternity already! But Alhamdulillah again, the engine was restarted and we were back on our way.
Once we reached land - I cannot remember who - but one of us did prostrate and kissed the earth. And we did thanked the boatman who only smiled back as though it was a normal thing for him. Perhaps it was. But for cakapaje and his friends, that, was a boat ride we will never forget, insyAllah.
Back to the present day and with the PRU12 over, those elected into office must now adjust their life and work harder to uphold their promises. While for the rest of us, its back to our normal life.