SNAPSHOTS of LIFE
A short stocky looking man, who looks to be in his 40s, jogging with his arms tight and motionless by his body, shoulders hunched. His arms look well built, quite in contrast to his rather spindly looking legs. If Kramer ran, I would think he wouldn’t be far off from this, his distant cousin, almost 10,000 miles away on the other side of our planet.
Two sisters, laughing hysterically as they careened down the cement rendered slope on their hip in-thing roller shoes. The smaller one, about Nurina Iman’s age, clinging to her bigger sis, Nisaa’s age. She leaned too far forward, lost her balance and fell down, still clinging to her sister’s arm. Still, hysterically giggling.
The 1 year old kid who played chase with his mom. Showing his unalderated pleasure by laughing as only kids can when they play chase.
A group of (Malaysian) Malay boys, all in red t-shirts of one brand or the other. They look far too young and jolly to be part of any gang, but you wonder anyways if it was intentional.
An Indonesian Malay looking man. Wearing a cap, jogging with a broad grin laid across his face, his head rolling from side to side in step with his stride. He got rhythm. He got groove.
A gaggle of Chinese boys of different sizes and probably age, pounding the track and rounding the corner; arms and shoulders all jostling about as if they were on the last bend of a 5,000 metre world championship race. Only they were laughing. They don’t look related, but I don’t think they’re from the same class or year. Perhaps kids from the same neighbourhood. Friendships forged over years and strengthened every evening after school.
Three middle aged men doing Taichi together – individually, but still in a group. Every single afternoon for the past 20 years. Grandmasters in all but name. One of them, stalking mini lobsters from the lake. Proud that he caught 3 for his aquarium. But of course, getting a right ribbing from his Taichi mates for being a tad slow compared to the kids who catch 3 a day.
A 35 year old aid worker, caught indulging. Immersing himself in humanity as they run, roll, jog and dance past him.
Merry X'mas & a Happy New Year.
Aris Oziar, Dec 2004.
Two sisters, laughing hysterically as they careened down the cement rendered slope on their hip in-thing roller shoes. The smaller one, about Nurina Iman’s age, clinging to her bigger sis, Nisaa’s age. She leaned too far forward, lost her balance and fell down, still clinging to her sister’s arm. Still, hysterically giggling.
The 1 year old kid who played chase with his mom. Showing his unalderated pleasure by laughing as only kids can when they play chase.
A group of (Malaysian) Malay boys, all in red t-shirts of one brand or the other. They look far too young and jolly to be part of any gang, but you wonder anyways if it was intentional.
An Indonesian Malay looking man. Wearing a cap, jogging with a broad grin laid across his face, his head rolling from side to side in step with his stride. He got rhythm. He got groove.
A gaggle of Chinese boys of different sizes and probably age, pounding the track and rounding the corner; arms and shoulders all jostling about as if they were on the last bend of a 5,000 metre world championship race. Only they were laughing. They don’t look related, but I don’t think they’re from the same class or year. Perhaps kids from the same neighbourhood. Friendships forged over years and strengthened every evening after school.
Three middle aged men doing Taichi together – individually, but still in a group. Every single afternoon for the past 20 years. Grandmasters in all but name. One of them, stalking mini lobsters from the lake. Proud that he caught 3 for his aquarium. But of course, getting a right ribbing from his Taichi mates for being a tad slow compared to the kids who catch 3 a day.
A 35 year old aid worker, caught indulging. Immersing himself in humanity as they run, roll, jog and dance past him.
Merry X'mas & a Happy New Year.
Aris Oziar, Dec 2004.
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