In the dust of defeat...

..as well as the laurels of victory there is a glory to be found if one has done his best -Eric Liddell

The prized mango.

It was yesterday, Saturday morning, when my Dad was in his usual rounds around The Beloved Mango Tree. Then he saw something hidden between the mango leaves.

He couldn't really figure out what it was. He looked closer. It looked so unusual. Then he realized what it was. It was a really Huge Mango. Much bigger than all the other kutti mangoes which he plucked before this.

But.

It was too high and the Huge Mango was too big to fit inside the Milo tin that is stucked at the end of the long stick which Dad always use to pluck mangoes.

and there were two Huge Red-Ants nest beside the Huge Mango

and gazillion mosquitoes flying around.

So my Brave Dad braved himself and climbed on the ladder, armed with a can of aerosol spray and managed to get hold of the Huge Mango. (Mum was praying silently for Dad not tumble to down and break his bones)

Then he carefully handed it over to me. I had to be extra careful. One slip and the Huge Mango would fall and crack and Dad would go Mad.

Dad was so proud of the Huge Mango.

(This photo doesn't justify the actual size of the mango)

The Prized Mango travelled to Klang and then to Sunway and was displayed in front of the family members and relatives.

It then flew to Sabah and is now in the hands of a rich Pakistani man whose name is Ghulam.

:o)

The weekend that was

1. Played with rats

2. Played with the orang asli kids

3. Attended a wedding

4. Played on the beach

More pictures here