Selasa, 01 Agustus 2017

Bila Robin Williams Orang Jawa

"Sugih tanpa bondo, digdaya tanpa aji,
trimah mawi pasrah, sepi pamrih tebih ajrih"

Yolo, you only live once.

jadi ini mengenai filsafat timur dan barat.
apa yang ada di benak manusia-manusia jawa dalam memaknai kejadian dalam hidupnya. Dan apa yang dibenak orang barat dalam memaknai hidup-hidupnya.
some how, this writing is me focused on writing rather than thinking what should i write.
Makna. Makna bagi manusia penting, karena makna yang memberi nilai baik buruk atas apa yang dilakukan. Secara sadar tidak sadar manusia memilikinya untuk bertindak.
Dalam film animasi berseri rick and morty, morty berkata bahwa hidup itu ya tidak bermakna, kita hidup kemudian mati. Sama seperti hidup makhluk lain. Morty memaksa bilang bahwa hidup adalah tanpa makna. Hidup semau-maumu. Kamu hanya hidup sekali atau You only live one disingkat YOLO, menjadi dasar filosofi secara umum kehidupan barat.

Dengan Yolo ini kita dapat mengetahui nilai-nilai yang kemudian muncul pada berbagai media yang menampilkan dunia barat. Mulai dari Film seri: breaking bad, Film Hollywood: terutama yang berbackground waktu modern, dan terutama musik. Tak tahu juga, apakah kehidupan sebenarnya orang di amerika seperti itu, atau hanya munculnya saja di media. Seperti iklan mobil di Indonesia, padahal produsennya sendiri tidak banyak menggunakan mobil sebagai alat transportasi utama. Tidak pula menganggap mobil sebagai sebuah prestise, yang akhirnya di besarkan melalui iklan, agar produknya terjual bak jumlah tetes air di waktu hujan. Media yang tampil adalah apa yang ingin di ajarkan, atau paling tidak keyakinan yang dimiliki, oleh si empunya media yang ingin di sebarkan kepada si penerima media. Komunikasi sebagai propaganda.

Kembali ke filosofi YOLO. Di Jawa sendiri, filosofi yang dipakai secara umum dalam menilai masalah adalah "masih untung". Jadi masih ada untungnya, meski dalam keadaan yang paling menyedihkan sekalipun. Ketika mengalami musibah tertimpa tangga pun, masih mengatakan "masih untung yang kejatuhan kakinya, coba kalau tangannya, tentu akan lebih susah." padahal karena musibah tersebut, tidak bisa berjalan selama beberapa hari bahkan minggu.

Filosofi ini banyak berkembang dari bahasa jawa sendiri, yang kemudian menular kepada pemakainya. Bersyukur walau dalam kondisi apapun.

Pernah saya membaca bahwa ternyata, Indonesia ini merupakan salah satu negara yang meski ketimpangan ekonominya masih tinggi, namun indeks kebahagiaannya tinggi. Suatu hipotesis yang muncul di benak saya kemudian adalah, bahwa ini semua disebabkan oleh filosofi "masih untung" ini tadi.

YOLO dan "masih untung" ini sepertinya tidak ada hubungan langsungnya. Tapi sebentar, bila ditelisik lebih jauh, akan terlihat pula hubungannya. Kedua filosofi tersebut adalah kacamata yang dipakai manusianya untuk memakanai realita.

Bahwa hidup tidak perlu dimaknai dalam "YOLO", tetap juga adalah memaknainya sebagai tidak bermakna. Dalam sudut pandang tersebut, Morty mengatakan "just enjoy it as it is, lets watch television." Sudah nikmati saja apa adanya, mari nonton TV. Pemaknaan yang akhirnya membifurkasi kehidupan menjadi entahlah. Kebahagiaan yang dicari pun kebahagiaan yang ada di depan mata. Tanpa "puasa" atau menahan diri, bila tidak terbatasi oleh kesehatan atau finansialnya. Nikmati saja ganja, kejar saja uang, nikmati saja prostitusi, bila kau mampu. Itu yang ditampilkan di media dan akhirnya memang banyak yang mengejarnya. Tapi kenyataannya, kemungkinan itu semua semu.

Mari kita lihat contohnya. Dengan melihat semua kebahagiaan di depan mata itu, maka yang paling mampu mendapatkan itu semua adalah artis, atau rockstar. Tapi kenyataanya beberapa dari mereka malah memilih bunuh diri di puncak karirnya. Ada Robin William si artis dan yang terakhir Vokalis Linking Park. Saya memang tidak yakin 100% tahu bahwa alasan bunuh diri mereka adalah ketidakbahagiaan, tapi saya yakin, mereka bukan orang yang meninggal karena ingin moksa dengan bunuh dirinya. Jadi bisa disimpulkan mereka sedikit banyak tidak puas dengan semua kenikmatan yang telah dan sangat mampu mereka jalani. Kebahagiaan yang di kejar adalah pelangi yang indah, tapi ketika sudah sampai, tidak ada apa-apa di sana. Begitu sudah sampai disana, hanya kekosongan yang dirasakan.

"masih untung" memandang hidup sebagai kebahagiaan adanya. Kebersyukuran adanya. Bahkan saya sendiri, terjebak di dalamnya. Jebakan dari "masih untung" adalah bahwa apapun yang dirasakan sekarang bila kau ingin membuatnya menjadi kebahagiaan, maka kebahagiaanlah itu. Kebahagiaan menjadi sebuah pilihan dengan berbagai kenyataan hidup. Sehingga mau seberapa menderitanya, maka kamu masih bisa memperbandingkan dengan yang lebih menderita, dan akhirnya bisa merasakan kebahagiaan. Jebakan yang akhirnya muncul: manusia jadi terkungkung dengan "penderiataannya" tidak mau berusaha lebih. Toh, begini saja juga sudah bahagia. Bahwa hidup adalah sebuah anugrah yang meski di banting seberapa keras pun kamu kebumi, masih bisa tidur nyaman di sana, dan mengatakan aku bahagia.

Kesedihan yang akhirnya muncul adalah bahwa dari sudut pandang lebih tinggi, akan terlihat konyol sekali, orang yang telah jatuh dibantingkan ke bumi, malah ketawa ketiwi dan bilang aku bahagia. Jago sekali menahan diri. Jago sekali berpuasa. Bahkan ketika datang waktu berbuka, tidak tahu juga apakah harus berbuka?

...

trimah mawi pasrah, adalah ungkapan lain yang lebih "nyeni" untuk "masih untung". Maknanya menerima melalui keikhlasan. Menerima apa saja, ya keadaan, ya kondisi, ya keberuntungan, ya kesedihan. Seperti bumi, yang menerima injakan, menerima cangkulan, menerima remah jasad hewan dan tumbuhan, menerima badai dan hujan, dan menumbuhkan biji-biji menjadi hidup yang baru. Menerima semuanya, mengendapkannya, dan mengeluarkannya menjadi hal yang lebih baik. Puasa. Begitu. Tidak reaktif dengan kebahagiaan, tidak pula reaktif dengan kesedihan. Semua diterima dulu dalam keikhlasan.

...

Bila Robin William orang Jawa, maka Robin Williamnya bukan pula lagi Robin William. Sudah beda manusianya. Pola berfikirnya. Meski toh manusia bukanlah Unsur kimia yang bisa dipastikan tabel periodik dan rumus penyatuan dan pemisahaan. Robin William mungkin akan menjadi Dodit Mulyanto, yang tidak dalam. Tertawa tapi tidak ada renungan.

...

Minggu, 30 Juli 2017

Topeng Nalar (Nalar's Mask)

Topeng Nalar (Nalar's Mask)
by Fransisca Dewi Ria Utari - 4 Januari 2009

Tari Topeng Cirebon


It has been 3 days since Nalar catched fever. Usualy, the fever would be gone after top of her eyes was wrapped by wet cloth or slices of onion. Yesterday her grandmother, my mother, had taken her to Mak Moyong - Shaman for Chlidren. It was magic, said Shaman. But the fever still clinging even after she forced to drank Jamu* from Mak Moyong.
If this evening i get my weekly payment, I will bring Nalar to Doctor Kiki imidietly. Puskesmas* already closed when i leave pabrik. I dont have heart to wait until tomorrow. Nalar's fever was so high. Furthermore, it was all caused by myself. As mother and the cause of her sickness, I must take responsibility. More over, It's been a year that our relationship is not really warm anymore.
The cause: a year ago, when she watch me nopeng* (mask dancing) with her grandmother in village, Nalar forced me to teach her nopeng. I refuse. The lineage of mask dancer has to stop at me, i thought. Also, mask dancing call to show is not as much as before when i was young. Since lesser dancing offer, i decided to be a cigarete factory labour. Annual income, even if it just a little, more helping to stay alive for the three of us: Me, Mother, and Nalar.
Other than income, i dont want to let Nalar do the ritual that i had done years ago. Mutih* fasting, ngrowot*, Senin-Kamis fasting, also that in some date must sleep in the floor without any blanket, and the exstreem meditate in the water all night long (tapa kungkum). Years ago, when i began learnig it, i dont have any choice. Not that I don't like dancing. But, I must be realistic. This house didn't have man anymore. Not my father not my husband. They have been destinied to die befoer their wife. It's imposible if I let mother in her late age to work again. Me is enough, with the burden.
Look at this condition, it was reasonable i thougt if i don't want to Nalar to be a mask dancer. Like other kids, I want her to go to school until i couldn't pay anymore. After graduate, she could work in factory, cashier, or salesgirl.
My hope was shattered 3 months ago, Nalar taken by her grandmother to visit graveyard of Mbah Buyut* in Gabusan Village. Two hours taking bus. Back from there, Nalar madly searching the mask immidietly. The mask that i have packed dilligently in my room lemari. In front of me, She wear sampur* in her hips and take the mask in her face by gritting in her mask. When I ask, my mom denied teach her dancing. Nalar herself not saying any word. She just dance exitedly and only stop when her mask forcibly from her face.
Mother should be trying make the disire gone, like i told her, but not, She even more exited to teach Nalar dancing. With the gamelan, which remnant from the past and not complete anymore, mother accompanying Nalar Dancing. Nalar like lerep move the most, smiling she is, hitting the floor with his small feet. If only dancing, actually i'm not really worried. What i worried, she also teach her all of ther ritual which she teach me when i was at Nalar age. She is already to skinny to follow the fasting ritual and other hard ritual. As mother, i am ashamed if society think she has a vitamin deficiency. Where should i put my face? Like I am not giving her enough food.
Thats why i dont like hope into something. I was betrayed again and again by hope. My simple, humble hope, Nalar could work in the factory, be a chashier or maybe a sales girl. At least with this work as ciggarette folding labour, i can paid tuition until she graduate from highschool. I know, she is yet seven years old. Still could follow my hope. But once again, I hate to hope. Really hate it when my father was dead because malaria, and my husband never going back home since three years ago, fishing to the open atlantic sea.
Only a man left in this familiy. Danu, Nalar's brother which now 6 grade in elementary school. In this village, people left their hope to their son, but not me. But for me, Danu cant be rellied. I can trust kid which i dont know who is his father.
Maybe because i am not really welcoming him, Danu also not really care about my existence. He more care to Nalar. For him, Nalar is more than just a sister with the same mother. Nalar is a toy, maybe for him, which i never buy for him when he cried. Toy which could respon for every touch and his care.
Since Nalar was learning to dance, Danu left his bad habit playing with his friend in Pak Gatot cafe. In the past, I seen him coughing when sucking ciggarette given by his friends. When i walked past the cafe, Danu over do the smoking, lift his leg up, trying to look as a truck driver which like to gather in that cafe.
Recently, Danu prefer his activity on accompanying Nalar when learning to dance. He watch and carving Randu wood to make mask at the same time. I don't know, who and where he learnit from. Should be just try and error. From raw and crude mask, Danu litle by litle could carve the mask as big as Nalar's face.
Actually, i was happy. Danu  didn't play at the cafe anymore. But still, i have many made over reason to angry at him. Evenmore when i got back from factory, in really tired condition. Carving trash in the lawn, a really suitable things for me to throw it in his face. With touching his eyes being hurt by the dust, Danu only can save his anger and take broom and clean the thrash. Nalar cry, the only thing she can do in the moment.
My anger toward Danu at its peak when Nalar got sick. The reason, 4 days ago, when i got job to dance at the nearby village. Rich and rice seller has been won as head of the village. I was asked to dance with Yu Wasis. Mother not really agree with my decision to dance "tayuban" again. She prefer Nopeng (mask dancing). Nopeng is more dignifiable rather than "nayub", she said. Go to hell with dignity, whats more important than getting money to buy food in this condition?
After i left, not that i know, Nalar was searching for me. When she heard from Danu that i got an ask to "nayub", she's crying, begging to watch. She thought i was "nopeng". Danu was able to convince grandmother, that he could take care Nalar accompanying her watch me dancing. Immedietly they follow without me noticed.
I don't know when they arrive. My attention was kept by horny man that i can neckle with my sampur*. They easilest give money, and place it in my kemben*, slipping it into my breast. Night become more late, my mission was not achived with just tens of hand competing into my breast. The rich rice seller is my secret admirer, people said. He would be giving me many money if i able to make us sleep together. Sadly, my plan was wrecked. When the night become darkest, I saw Nalar and Danu, standing beside others. I realise it only when some men was left. My flirting lips become awkward immedietly, when i saw Nalar's pale face. She looked alike wanted to cry when Kang Jono touching my breast. I left stage, running. I take their hand. Rushing back home. Let the money be Yu Wasis's.
Along the way, forcefully i took these two child of mine with mixed feeling. Nalar hug me so thight, burried her face in my breast. Meanwhile Danu not even gave a noise. Only the sound of his naked feet facing the grass.
Arrived at home, i went to bedroom dan lay down Nalar that already sleeping. After that, I left the room and take Danu's hand whose standing groggily in the middle room. Not caring my mother shout busily asking what really is happening with correcting her fused hair. I go into mask saving room. What I know, Danu really scared with this room. Halfly i push him inside. I didnt care with his cry. Without saying anything, i locked the door. I could still hear his cry from outside.
In the morning, i woke up by Nalar's voice and her hot armpit caused by fever. "Mas Danu. Mas Danu," she said with eyes still closed. The soft voice she call her brother makes me get up from my bed. I canceled y intention to keep Danu in the room. At least feeling his brother presence make her more calm.
I can't find Danu in the punishment room. I found the lock didn't installed. My mother must be let him go this morning. But when I asked, she denied: "When I woke up this morning, the door is already like that," Mom said, grating her coconut. From that moment, I didn't find Danu go back home again.
Nalar temperature isn't stable since Danu gone. I've already brought her to Puskesmas and doctor which more expensive, they can't find any definite problem. Many kind of drugs, from doctor and alternative from shaman, has been tryed. But, the result still the same. Nalar only looks calm and getting better every time she hold the mask built by Danu.
Since Nalar's unstable condition, my finance is become even worse. It has been weeks since the factory closed temporarily. Some of my friend tell me, the family cigarette company which been 50 years ago would be sell. Tayub's call become lesser and lesser. Luckly, two days ago, Mr. Saidi, Gamelan player that usualy acompanying me dance, tell me that there would be a politic campaign that want to show mask dance.

"Why not tayub, Sir?" I ask.

"Tayub would be more massive. But the campaign want the event to polite. Because you know the campaign said, appreciation for our own traditional art, so they are trying to collect some traditional art group in this region," Mr.Saidi said.

"But the one chosen is the polite one. It's not fair," I protest.

"I dont really know. Just follow it. Oh ya, they also want the mask be colored green, caring for environment look alike they said."

"What? first for traditional art appreciation, then for environment care. Is it a joke?"

Mr. Saidi raising his shoulders, "for the vote sake. What ever popular for people liking."

That evening, I instruct her grandma to keep and watch over Nalar's at home. I ignore Nalar's cry, protesting the masks changing the color into green. Only one mask left for not be green. The little mask as big as her face made by Danu for her. I don't want to take risk, her temparature would be high again when i dance. At least after i get the money from the event, I can take her to docter in town.


I got second turn, after Angklung Music Group which become the first show after the party leader give his speech. Eventough its not the formal campaign, the tradional party for people held by the party being crowded by people hungry for entertainment. Whats more, before the event began there are free daily necesity being given.

Enjoyly I got my mask on. Slowly I get bup from sitting. From the position not facing the crowd, i turn my body after making sure my mask not move. At that moment, I spread my eyes from the masks hole, I see Nalar and Danu standing at middle of the crowd. They holding hand. My dance stop. My Body freezzing. In the back of my mask, I see Nalar smiling. In one of her hand holding her favorite mask, one that made for her by Danu. Slowly she bring the mask, up to her face, using it. Still holding hand, both of my child turn back. Take a walk away not even sure where to. Thats the last time i see them both.

Jakarta, 15 December 2008.


P.S. This is the beginning of my translating journey..























Minggu, 15 Januari 2017

Why Politics is nasty.

So, I watched House of Cards lately. A television series about Frank Underwood and his political carrier. Frank ambition to get to the top and defend that position: as President of United States of America. Her wife, Claire, that so understand his ambition and support it, because she herself has the ambition to be the most powerful person in USA. Interestingly, the two of them have the relationship beyond husband and wife. They also partner in crime and so understand the basic nature of human: its beast and ugly side. Becoming Hypocrite is their art.
The first episode of this movie is really making the underline of Underwood character. In that episode, Frank faced with dying dog hit by car. The car and the driver got away. Telling his bodyguard to tell the dog owner, Frank alone with the crying dying pity dog. He said to the camera,"There are 2 kind of pain. Pain that make you stronger and this (pointing the dog) kind of paint that has no point. In this kind of situation, what really needed is person who can act."
Twisting the dog neck, Frank make the pain crying of the dog stop. Ruthless.

This TV series remind me of Machiavelli's Princes. Pragmatism. Ruler doesn't really need to be morally correct but he/she must know what he really want, and what every people around him want.

This premise, make people hate politics. Politics is nasty and show what really human nature can do to survive, do anything. The one that do anything make him the winner. But, it is practical. That's why Arya father's is dead in Game of Thrones as he didn't know what everyone around him want, and just focus on his own goal and authority as "prime minister" of the king. In short, just much like John Snow, his son by the way. "You know nothing" about politic.

Anyway as practical as it is, here is politic in your group class for you.
Everybody has the experience of doing group class and then do presentation in front of class or need to submit the group report or something. In that place, politic is happening.
As there are Budi that just want to be a free rider, there are Jono who so dilligent, and also Ani that micromanaging everyone. As not everybody has the same goal, the politic is happening as a dynamic, as Budi that as slacky as possible, while Ani go rampant on every little detail and stopping any possible progress on the job that need to be done.

So, a politician can also be useful in this case, note that he want to get the job done. He will approach Ani and the team to give a role which satisfied her need to micromanage but also benefited the team and also he can smooth talk Budi to get done his part, or change him for good by informing the teacher.

A politician is not always bad right?! But just be careful with their agenda.

And also, as politician is really know parties around desire, he know as flawed as the human. People that he need to move sometime has desire that unethical. As practical, that's not a problem for the politician. But not for the general public, or at least, the public order.

So, that's why usually politics is nasty.

Jumat, 25 November 2016

Real Character

"There are 2 kind of pain. Pain that make you stronger, and useless pain."
And the real character of a people is not shown when they enjoy victory, but how they face defeat.

--Francis Underwood-- House of cards



Hard road is not bad because it's hardness. It is bad, because people just face it with cursing its hardness. Hard road is not bad when you can show the road how much determination you want to change the status quo.

So, the pain in the hard road is make you stronger. Not just useless pain.
Other saying is: "what doesn't kill you make you stronger". I don't really believe in this saying. Because being alive is too much variable in play. Luck is big part of it. You can be born in the rich family and be protected until you dead. All of the hardship is being cleared by your parent wealth. So, the hardship doesn't kill you and doesn't make you stronger. Simply, because you're much to be lucky, protected by the wealth of your parent.

So, be positive. The hardship you face in every step of the way is pain that will make you stronger along the way.

The real character is also out on this hardship. The hardship is what make the adventure stunning. Make the life worth while. The love spring in the desert. When there is no hope, but be the best you can do and just let go of every attachment into the success. be the prepared without the boundary of failure.

The House of Cards series is pretty much teach me many thing in the character of people with power. character of people with much way to get what they want. Character that fight back in their on pace after defeat.

This series, is kind of series that can be watch many time without being boring. It give new understanding for me, in reading reality toward power in environment. How the boss show, and how they get and reach the power in an organisation.

for me, i don't know what this thing would be. But, I believe that pain is not in vain.


Kamis, 25 Agustus 2016

KAI Boarding Pass

So, Today (26/08), I am going back to my hometown to meet my beloved baby and beautiful wife.. ;D

After a month, have to study for an expert auditor sertification for my audit carrerr. Finnaly I can go back home... Yey!

I got back with Krakatau Train from Kereta Api Indonesia (KAI) Company. The different thing I notice is that, now KAI use new prosedur for it passenger: boarding pass procedure.

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What wierd is that, this new control is make thing more complicated. Because, as a passangger, we must self-print our boarding pass before can go to waiting room.

There is no efficiency, effectiveness, or economic added value with this prosedur.
Without this boarding pass procedure, with only just our ticket. It still can differentiate between people that have right, which buy the seat, with people that not have right.
The boarding pass, doesn't make the procedure more effective. It already is effective.

Efficiency. There also more complex procedure. So no better efficiency. And printing a boarding pass is a cost, so no more economics also.

Just why doing something troublesome which no more efficiency, effectiveness, or economic value added? Why added boarding pass procedure if no add value in it?

The answer for the question, which I can observe is that: it makes thing more disciplines and KAI get better data on which passangger is really use the train.

Disciplines is a big problem in Indonesia, specialy Jakarta. Because long term of law enforcement on how people must behave. Queueing in the traffic light, for Example, you'll just get the dust and wait too long if you queue rightfully. People will just take the place in front of you when they can, even when they cross the traffic light line. Police will do nothing to them.

So, this boarding pass procedure, as like other procedure that being used by KAI is try to force people to be discipline. No more people sitting and sleeping on the floor waiting for 15 hour latter train departure.

Get a better data is also another thing. KAI will have a better data on how many people really on board. This data can be analyzed for customers behavior to make a better performance (efficiency, effectiveness, economics).




Sabtu, 20 Agustus 2016

Angry Generation


So this story begin with the smartness of the foolish me... haha

Jam 20.45, Minggu 12/5, baru aja selesai makan bebek dan meluncur pulang ke kosan tercinta naek bebek (juga, tapi) otomatic. Then the great foolish of me read the nice big colorful advertisement  about Festival Tari Budaya Riau that I read the day before too. With all the curious and handsome eyes of mine, ngliat keramaian di sebelah kiri iklan. Mengira kalau itu acara nya masih on. So, daripada langsung pulang mending nonton. kali aja dapat hal menarik, selain juga ngisi waktu yang kayaknya sayang kalo dilewatkan dikosan.
(jadi kangen seseorang yang ga bisa nemenin karena satu dan lain hal yang tidak bisa disebutkan satu per satu karena alasan privasi yang sangat rumit dan akan panjang lebar kalau disebutkan disini, hohoho) :P

so, the smart foolish me, take the nice chance to see the Mojang of Riau, haha (ssttt, dont be to loud, im afraid she would read this and with all her jealousy, she would kill more of the mosquito then she should. cz, you know im an animal lover, including that annoying mosquito... {but dont believe it, i lied!} haha)

waktu mo masuk, dimintain bayar parkir. and the ganteng me ask (M=me;T=them):
M: Acara sampe jam berapa bang?
T: Jam satu-an paling
M: (WTF, acara apa nih nyampe jam 1 malem? but, think positively: mungkin emang dah berubah trendnya, X-factor aja nyampe jam 1 boleh masak tari ga? ya kan! haha)
M: oh, ok deh.

tanpa babibu mengeluarkan uang dari dompet lecek bergambar Pangeran Antasari (lebih dari standar biasa yang bergambar sang Kapten Pattimura). lalu memasukkan bebek putih menuju pelataran depan Gedung Taman Budaya Pekanbaru.

and I found something so wrong about it: Banyak anak muda berkaos hitam berlalu lalang (koq bisa? ini tariannya ada sisi darknya kali yah?)and then its all answered in the ticketing area. What i heard is not some tradisional music that i expected.it was some raw sound of the darkness it self, suara musik metal! haha

in the ticketing door, i stop for a moment. and think, "Masuk ga ya?"
Whatever lah, daripada di kosan. Selain pengen liat juga nih band indienya pekanbaru kyak gimana.bayar HTM dengan selembar kertas bergambar... apa yah? koq lupa... pokoknya 50 puluh ribuan lah... hohoho :P dan ternyata dikembalikan setengahnya. Well, not really expensive but not cheap either.. T.Tga papa lah dah nyampe sini juga. "Yen wani aja wedi2, yen wedi aja wani2," said Ki Manteb Sudarsono. (emang mo ngapain pake berani2an segala. -.-')

something i notice is that, the girl that surrounding this area is not ugly (if you know what i mean) even with their black Tshirt and so on...you ask why? i dont know. (even though i have some theory.. B))

oke, get the ticket and bonus sticker, get stamped in hand, and get in. disambut suara gahar khas death metal: raungan gitar distorsi, double pedal drum, sama suara teriakan serak nada bawah si vokalisnya.

So, what do i do now?! i ask my handsome self.
enjoy it! F* Yeah!

but you know what, dont expect me to enjoy it with ber-pogo ria. Man, F* NO! hahauda salah kostum saya masuk, tengsin dan sayang dompet ma HP juga kalo ikutan berjingkrak-jingkrak trus jatoh dan ilang.

Jadi? duduk sajalah melihat dari kejauhan, bersama banyak penonton lain yang juga hanya duduk ria, meski tidak sama2 memakai baju berwarna cerah seperti saya.. -.-'

and then i got the epiphany to write about what i tought about this whole death metal thing.

So lets begin the serious thing, once again This Is Serious!
You've Been Warned !!! :P

gue bukan penggemar musik metal, tapi gue termasuk hobi dengan musik. i have a APX500II in my room. gue dengerin hampir semua genre musik dan menikmatinya. mulai dari yang tradisional: gamelan dan karawitannya jawa, Klasik, Mainstrem:pop, rock; sampai yang anti mainstream kayak nih death metal. So, this is what i feel and what i thought about it.

musik metal tetep saja musik. sebagai musik dia tetep memakai unsur utamanya yaitu ritme (ketukan). dan begitu ketukan ini menyatu dengan riff simple yang pas... pendengarnya akan tersihir mirip dengan sihiran dari suara musik Reog. Begitu mendengar dan mencoba menikmatinya pilihannya cuma 2 bagi pendengar: Trance dengan musiknya atau tertegun melihatnnya, eh, mendengarnya. kalau anda pernah menonton pertunjukan reog, penontonnya tidak ada yang gaduh atau mengobrol sendiri ketika menonton. tapi ditengah arena yang "kesurupan" ngibing bersama musik reog. tidak jauh berbeda dengan keadaan sekarang. yang berpogo kayak orang kesetanan, dan yang nonton terpaku nonton dan mendengarkan, kyak segan mo bergerak ato bicara.
Beda keduanya musik metal bertempo jauh-jauh lebih cepat dibanding musik reog, dan yah lebih disturbing.

dicermati dari segi bentuk, musik metal adalah musik kemarahan. dan saya punya petikan kata2 yang bagus dari house mengenai hal itu:

"
Dr. House: This is our fault. Doctors over-prescribing antibiotics. Got a cold? Take some penicillin. Sniffles? No problem. Have some azithromycin. Is that not working anymore? Well, got your Levaquin. Antibacterial soaps in every bathroom. We'll be adding vancomycin to the water supply soon. We bred these superbugs. They're our babies. And they're all grown up and they've got body piercings and a lot of anger.
"
House, Episode 4: Maternity, Season 1.



well, House ngomong klo kemarahan ini karena nih anak-anak terlalu dilindungi oleh antibiotik. sangking dilindunginya jadi tumbuh tanpa banyak kena sakit, akibatnya ketika telah tumbuh ABG jadi masang tindik dan punya berbagai kemarahan, karena ga pernah mendapat kesempatan belajar memerangi rasa sakit itu sendiri.
its, a hell of theory.

jadi inget Tyler Durden-nya Fight Club yang mengusung ideologi (nggak gitu yakin klo disebut ideologi juga, mungkin pemikirian tepatnya) selfdestruction. Ketika pertama kali pukul-pukulan yang menjadi cikal bakal fight club, dia bilang: "Pukul aku."  "kenapa?" "pukul aja! aku nggak mau mati tanpa baret luka, seperti mobil klasik yang mulus. Terasa begitu sia-sia. haha"

and so this generation is not going to self destruction of Tyler Durden or piercing like what House said. They go to music. and this Angry Generation with art  make this death metal born.
well, that just my theory too, as a story and without any research on this music genre. hehe.

So i go home, after some song, with some adrenalin left in the blood. Outside the gig place, everything feel so calm. Feel like nothing can stop you, with the heart rate at the top notch.

Now i know, why we like to go the place like ancol and bayar mahal cuma untuk ditakuti.

Adrenalin.
same with what i feel before.

and thats it. with it, i rest my notes. :)

PS: Late post from my  facebook notes on 13 May 2013.

Rabu, 17 Agustus 2016

What to do with this blog: krofanomenologi

Alright, I wanna say one or two about this blog.

So, this blog was made with support of my beloved wife. She said I should do better thing for my time. I just lazy as fuck, haha.

In this blog, I would like to talk about some curious thing, ideal crazy thing, and some food for mind that i come across. Like:

Why we do what we do?

What is love?

Why jealous, and what it really is?

Education, what to educate our child to survive in the near future?

What is money? What is it nature? And how it affect people?

I found that kind of question make me horny  intersted. :D

Some people fill the gap of their heart with hobby, maybe this kind of question is my hobby, haha.
I kind of people that close the gap in searching of meaning within the heart with problem to answer.

What a maniac  of me, yah.. haha

Well, anyway, hope you enjoy it.  ;)

PS: English is not my first language, so pardon my cuteness not telling you the case fluently. :P