Children, a new bud for the world

Almost 2 times or more in a month, I always visited a playground or a “special place” for children under 4 or 5 years in Malang Town Square (MATOS) for accompanying my sister and her daughter to play. The little girl said “play bola-bola” because there is a mini pool of small balls in many colors.

The things I wanna share is about the children, only the children. Nowadays, people often give a judgment to everyone because of who is their parent. For no reason they say that “this children and that children will be like their mother or their father, without even pay attention on the judgment is positive or the negative one.” And the worse is they say it in front of the children. I could die imagine this.

For me, every child, whoever they are, whoever is their parent, they are independent and original. They are a person who is giving a birth by their mother as the gate to the real world and not to be judged as the person that they are not to be in the future. Every child have a same probability to be the best in the future, they are white and new, they are like a new book that no one know what is written inside that book. They just need to create their own wings to fly high based on their own destiny, instead of judged them for the things that they are not to be.

Why?

Because the children is our new bud, the people that will take the mandate to save the world. So, with take care of them and giving them a good environment to be the person that they are means to be. Giving them a good emotional and non emotional live. Let them spread their wings and be the first person that warn them if they make a mistake and also be the first person that trust them and give them a second chance to be better. This world need a people that more kind then us, so let build the children into a person that ready to save the world, that’s one of many way to also save the world.

source : google

Remember this song?

Satu-Satu

 by Iwan Fals

Satu satu daun berguguran
Jatuh ke bumi dimakan usia
Tak terdengar tangis tak terdengar tawa
Redalah reda

Satu satu tunas muda bersemi
Mengisi hidup gantikan yang tua
Tak terdengar tangis tak terdengar tawa
Redalah reda

Waktu terus bergulir
Semuanya mesti terjadi
Daun daun berguguran
Tunas tunas muda bersemi

Satu satu daun jatuh kebumi
Satu satu tunas muda bersemi
Tak guna menangis tak guna tertawa
Redalah reda

Waktu terus bergulir
Kita akan pergi dan ditinggal pergi
Redalah tangis redalah tawa
Tunas tunas muda bersemi

Waktu terus bergulir
Semuanya mesti terjadi
Daun daun berguguran
Tunas tunas muda bersemi

Let’s love and save the children from the judgment to be the person that they are not means to be. And support them to the person that they are mean to be,J before we left this place.

Me and The Rain.

I am a kind of a person that really confused and blank when I get attacked by a hard rain in the street or everywhere. I am the one who will go to wherever my legs would go without using my brain first. I am the one who just let the destiny works “walaupun Cuma soal ngelawan hujan,:D”.

I am the one who will really stupid in the street while it is raining.

“Pernah suatu ketika, hujan deras tiba-tiba di jalan Masbagik (gini nih dampak global warming-___-, hujan mendadak), While I am riding my motorcycle. Dan “what is my reaction sodara sodar??????”. I reflected stop my ride and then “NYETOP ANGKOT dan pergi”. Yup, go and left my motorcycle in the street alone. Kalau inget ini, I feel so embarrasses and feel so sorry to my motorcycle. Bukannya sengaja ninggalin, but just “forget” and “feel blank” gegara hujan gede.

Well, that’s me. The one who really “brainless” sometime, it could called as an “Idiot dadakan”.:D

Gak tau kenapa, I kind of a person that really hate when the rain fall down. When I was in junior high school, my English teacher asked me about why you love dry season, I told her that I love it because I can go to wherever I want without afraid that it would be rain. That’s why I do not really love wet season.

source: google

But, some of my friends really love rainy days, they say that rain brings “berkah” and it’s a good time for prying. So, every time the rain fall down, I start to pray for everything that cross my head. And I try to think, what best about rain is a chance for everyone to “STOP”.

STOP for a while from the hustle and the bustle of their business and give their time to just look at the window and realize there’s a smooth vertical line made by the rain from the sky.

They STOP for a while and taking a deep breath while look at the sky even just for a minute, feel cold and calm. The rain is falling and burn out all disillusion, and hide all problems.

While for the plants and the forest or even for a small and beautiful flowers in front of every houses smile and maybe really grateful and pray for that. They live from rain and sun, they live for us.

And everyone have their own way to pass their own rainy day. Maybe hiding in a warm blanket or watch a movie with a cup of a hot noodle. :)

    

He is more.

My Childhood friend is really strong.

“The things I regret this day is I never realize how he lives every day with that conditions, losing a savior when he was just a child, he is my strong friend at elementary school, you are strong as rock”

I never and never can imagine living without my family, a mother and a father, who play a big role in our life. Mom teach you how to be a good girl and a good boy, she teaches you about anything that basically you need to know, she whisper every good words as a pray every second she could remember in every day. She teaches a daughter to be beautiful inside and outside, and also teaches a son to be handsome inside and outside.

And a father teach you to be a strong human that also teach you to have a behavior like a diamond. A father is the savior of our family, the one who builds a strong wall to save us from dangers, and the one who will stand in the very front when we get down, and the one who will sleep late after all of the family member slept. A savior.

Mom and dad are our very first role models in our life.

Remembering about a friend on my elementary school in a small village named Desa Danger Utara. As I remember when were a children, he was funny and also happy, I personally never saw him cry or sad. But, nowadays I try to imagine how his feeling live every day without a father is, lose one of his role models since he was just a child. His father was sick, kind of a psychological disturbance (my friends say and the people say that his father is going insane).

The things I still remember is :

“Ketika anak-anak berlarian di jalanan dan mencoba bersembunyi dimanapun mereka bisa dan meneriakkan nama ayah dari temanku itu. Bisa dibayangkan betapa kecewa dan sedihnya  teman kecilku ini ketika orang-orang di desanya sendiri berlari berteriak ketakutan akan kehadiran ayahnya, bahkan ada yang sampai melempari dan mengejek ayahnya. Sementara si ayah hanya berjalan tersenyum sendiri dan terus berjalan.”

It must be really hard for him living like that every day, having a father but his father is not his father, just a man who live as a “father of him” but he losing the figure of his father. A father who should be the first role models in his life is lost into a stranger, a person that never knows his face, a person that never calls him “my son”. And I am not sure that he ever call his father, on a very young age, he must accept (or maybe push to accept) the conditions of his father with a psychological disturbance, and he tried to adaptation with that.

“Ketika aku berlari pulang dari sekolah dan menjulurkan kedua tanganku ke ayah, dan lantas digendong dengan hangat, maka apa yang dia lakukan ketika pulang sekolah?”

Fortunately, he lives with a really great and a strong women as a person that he call as a Mother. I don’t even know how his mother keeps up his spirit every day so they can live to be strong and stronger. A mother who also being a Father for her children at once. Happy to see your mom is always there beside you all the time and the conditions.

Dear my strong friend, I am really sorry if that time I was also doing a bad thing to you. From now on, always pray for you, I wish you will be a great man and be useful for the others. And I wish that things will always get better and better. aamiin.:)

Miss you old friend,,,miss you Danger Village, Miss you Dad :)

I LOVE POEM :)

tangan waktu

Sapardi Djoko Damono (1959)

selalu terulur ia lewat jendela

yang panjang dan menakutkan

selagi engkau bekerja, atau mimpi pun

tanpa berkata suatu apa

bila saja kautanya: mau apa

berarti terlalu jauh kau sudah terbawa

sebelum sungguh menjadi sadar

bahwa sudah terlanjur terlantar

belum pernah ia minta izin

memutar jarum-jarum jam tua

yang segera tergesa-gesa saja berdetak

tanpa menoleh walau kauseru

selalu terulur ia lewat jendela

yang makin keras dalam pengalaman

mengarah padamu tambah tak tahu

memegang leher bajumu

First page of this book really great for me, for a new reader of poem. Actually, there is no planning to buy this book, but my heart just pushes me to buy it, wanna get new experiences in reading. Reading a poem is like a relaxation, you are drowning into words, where there is no character, no real plot, no dialogue between the characters, there is just you and the writer. The words means so much, it is like catching you to a condition of feeling, emotions.

Sapardi Joko Damono, never knew this person before till read the poem on “Hujan Bulan Juni”. He tells his idea and his emotions really free but beautiful and honest. Really honest.

He drowning me into every emotions . . . “emosi yang jujur”

He tells the emotions really beautiful, sometime make me scared. He tells about how his emotions to the Creature, to the death, and also about romance and love. Like this one:

Aku Ingin

Sapardi Djoko Damono (1989)

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana:

Dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan

Kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana:

Dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikan

Awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada

Well, speechless with this one.

Actually, before Sapardi Djoko Damono, when I was in Senior High School, I was falling in love with Shoe Hok Gie with his poem before he dead:

Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berziarah ke Mekkah,
Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berjudi di Miraza,
Tetapi aku ingin menghabiskan waktu ku di sisi mu sayang ku….
Bicara tentang anjing-anjing kita yang nakal dan lucu
Atau tentang bunga-bunga yang manis di lembah Mandala Wangi

Ada serdadu-serdadu Amerika yang mati kena bom di Danang
Ada bayi-bayi yang lapar di Biafra
Tapi aku ingin mati di sisi mu manisku

Setelah kita bosan hidup dan terus bertanya-tanya
Tentang tujuan hidup yang tidak satu setan pun tahu
 

Mari sini sayangku
Kalian yang pernah mesra yang pernah baik dan simpati padaku
Tegaklah ke langit luas atau awan yang menang

Kita tak pernah menanamkan apa-apa
Kita takkan pernah kehilangan apa-apa

Nasib terbaik adalah tidak pernah dilahirkan
Yang kedua dilahirkan tapi mati muda
Dan yang tersial adalah berumur tua

Berbahagialah mereka yang mati muda
Mahluk kecil kembalilah dari tiada ke tiada
Berbahagialah dalam ketiadaanmu

(Catatan Seorang Demonstran, Selasa, 11 November 1969)

But, actually, , ,I have not finished read Catatan Seorang Demonstran yet, I hope someday (dalam waktu dekat,hee) I can finish it, and post about you Gie (jadi keinget Nicholas Saputra). This poem I write many times in my diary when I was in Senior High School.

Gie, Rest in Peace. You never alone, never.