Lost and found

i went to see a play last sat with the above title. it's a story bout whats lost in life. its good, no bull, but i really haven't got the found part. whether it's not there or my right side brain is unsynapsing, i dunno. the part where it made me think the most was, this;

Mr A (i forgot the name) works for the gov, later got sent to sabah for 2 years and leaving his family behind. then, wanting to be with his family, he quits his gov post, and decided to work in the private sector. then, as his career grows, he have to work around the clock to make ends meet. again, he become more disconnected with his son. until, he was like, 40 or 50, he decided to start his own business to have more free time with his family. but, his business went bust and he made several attempt to start a couple of business but all were unsuccessful. now, in his retirement age, he had no pension, all his saving are spent towards his business, and his son doesn't love him claiming he was never there for him.

the story is more or less goes like that.

so, point to ponder..
i) all that he's been doing is for his family. but, why the ending has to be like that?
ii) feel any eerie similarity? i work like hell plus OT some more but my children don't know me? like the old people saying, money can't buy hapiness, aint it?
iii) but, if i don't work, who's gonna foot the bills? food?
iv)does the son is right in doing so? i mean, yeah, he's deprived of love but then, the father is the one providing food, clothes, shelter to him until he grows up.
v) u know what. i bet that this is everybody's dilemma. but, here's a story, i have a friend, live in the kaya part of ampang with a huge comfortable house but seldom sees his pa bcoz the pa always works overseas. but he still loves his pa, though sometimes he do feel sad bout it, but hey, he UNDERSTANDS....i think, its the understanding part that make the difference..

some people just can't understand. but, they are not wrong as well. i mean, when grow up, which kinda memory stick to u and made u feel warm? ur father taking u to the playround or seeing a huge 40 inch LCD TV in da houz? again, from personal exp, i can tell that it's the former. having lost my father since i was a kid, i always remember these stuff about my father:
i) his smell
ii) his smile
iii) his dance to the Hindustan tune
iv) the day he present me my prize during my tadika sports day
v) the day he came to pick up at school one day. i take the bus everyday.
vi) every evening he always take me in our proton jalan2 n he always stop at this one shop, give me seringgit, and told me buy any drinks i want. i never forgot the blue schweppes i bought.
vii) the sound of your father car coming home. (ahahaa, sorry mr.kevin, i stole ur line)

now, how many millions did my dad spent? to have his smell. to have his smile. to dance to the hindustan tune.

that's why u can see anak orang susah2 lebih cherish their parents more compare to anak2 orang kaya. not all, but mostly.so parents, do not fall into the false pretense that giving=loving.

god, i miss my dad so freaking much.

other story in the play is a son losing touch with his father even though he take care of his father everyday but he's father loves his grandchild more. i think the message here is, while indeed your father or mother need care in their later years, it is the love and attention that they need more.

que my mom....taradaatatttata..now, the tone of nag has changed to why don't you more time to spent with me..adoi...like the old people saying, diluah mati mak, ditelan mati bapak.ahaha..

its been a while since i had seen a play. great story, although some parts feels a bit rushed. great acting, some showed their inexperincedity (is this a valid word? haha) but hey, effort wise, top class. the delivery techniques is fresh and engaging to the audience as well. shows that u dont need fancy pancy props to come out with a great show.

byk gile aku tulis arinih..ada bakat jadi writer x? huhu..k, chow lu.