Saving all my goods and throw away all bads from this generation

I have come to my very moment of breathing alone and straight... Idealism is there with me. Reaching out from the habit by pursuing the need of self and people around.
I guess life is asking me to explore it

Sabtu, 06 April 2013

Si Hujan, Si Media, dan Saya


HUJAN
Hari-hari ini banyak sekali penulis yang berbicara tentang Hujan. Hujan nampaknya memberikan suatu pengaruh besar dalam kehidupan. I think si Hujan berhasil menjadi sangat popular karena hampir setiap hari dibahas oleh banyak sekali orang. Dan lagi Hujan hampir selalu mampu mengontrol banyak kejadian, keputusan, bahkan perasaan.

Tidak sedikit orang berdoa dan menanti-nantikan si Hujan setiap waktu. Tapi, ternyata tidak sedikit juga orang yang berdoa mengutuki dan menghardik si Hujan supaya jangan turun dan atau berhenti turun. Banyak juga muda mudi yang senang berhujan-hujanan. Menurut mereka,”It is sexy”.  Anak kecil pun tidak mau kalah, mereka juga senang berhujan-hujanan, to them “Theres’s nothing more excited than to go out, playing under and through the rain”. Now, coba kamu ingat-ingat dulu masa kecilmu bersama si Hujan. How did you find it?

Media bagi hujan...
Apa kamu pernah berpikir tentang peran hebat teman kita yang bernama Media? Setalah saya pikir-pikir, ternyata si Media itu cukup ‘ember’dan ‘dramatis’, terutama Media bermarga Elektronik. Let’s say beberapa videp klip, sinetron atau film-film. Mereka suka banget mengungkit-ungkit soal Hujan. Mereka juga meracuni pikiran saya tentang Hujan. Kalau saya ingat-ingat, waktu kecil saya senang sekali bermain bersama si Hujan. Kalau si Hujan datang, saya menyambutnya dengan meriah. Tetapi semua berbeda ketika saya beranjak dewasa, saya banyak memilih untuk membatasi dalam berinteraksi dengan hanya melihat si Hujan dari teras rumah saja, atau dari balik jendela kamar saya, bahkan saya terpaksa menahan diri untuk tidak bertemu atau sekedar melihatnya, karena mendengarnya saja sudah cukup menambah pilu, ngilu, dan linu. Hujan yang dulu sering menghibur saya, sekarang menjadi pembawa kegalauan nomer satu.Tapi tunggu dulu!! I have come to a reality bahwa ternyata yang buat saya merasa sedih ketika si Hujan datang itu karena banyak banget visualisasi dari kesedihan yang muncul di video klip lagu-lagu yang sedih, sinetron ato film-film yang pernah saya tonton itu. Mereka berhasil men-dragged saya sampai-sampai saya selalu menghubungkan hujan sama semua kesedihan. 

Di sisi lain, kalau saya boleh sedikit menghubung-hubungkan teori hujan dengan apa yang saya mengerti, galau itu datangnya dari kita sendiri. Sama seperti hujan yang berasal dari air di bumi yang mengalami penguapan di bumi lalu dibawa ke awan di atas sana dan ketika awannya sudah ‘keberatan’ menanggung uap, maka ‘jatuh’lah si Hujan ke bumi (kembali).  I think, that is what happens to human beings. Kita kadang memproses kesedihan terlalu jauh, dan menumpuk memori kesedihan kita dalam perasaan yang sebenarnya rapuh, dan saat itu ketika sudah tak sanggup membendungnya, kegalauan tingkat “HUJAN” pun bisa mengambil alih perasaan kita. Entah cuman gerimis, hujan lumayan lebat, hujan lebat sekali, sampai hujan badai. Ketika kita tidak bisa me-maintain perasaan kita maka apa yang saya katakan tentang media sebagai unsur eksternal dalam hal ‘kegalauan’ kita, akan berhasil membuat saya (mungkin banyak orang juga) merasa hujan adalah kemarahan atau kesedihan langit yang ingin dan harus ditumpahkan ke bumi. Bukan cuman suatu proses alam yang terjadi, dan memaksa kita untuk kembali mengingat-ingat kesedihan kita di masa lalu.

Coba pikirkan teori hujan, pengaruh media, dan penguasaan dirimu. Kamu akan tahu, betapa banyak alasan lain untuk bersedih tanpa harus membawa-bawa si Hujan, dan terlalu banyak juga hal yang asyik dilakukan bersama si Hujan. Satu lagi, si Media itu sebenarnya tidak punya hak membuat kamu kecanduan untuk bersedih hati.

My Excitement Embarrassed Me


Years ago, I was at the 4th grade in elementary school. I was selected as the caller for the Monday Ceremony. It was very unbelievable that my teacher entrusted me with this ‘great valuable responsibility’. Being the caller in such ceremony is very cool, I thought.
 It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when me and my friends who were in charge of the ceremony were rehearsing for the coming Monday. The rehearsal went smooth and successful. I went home with a smiling face of a little boy who succeeded his first time rehearsing as a caller of a Monday Ceremony.  Later in the evening,  me and my mom went to a shopping center to buy some new uniform attributes. I thought I would look better when wearing those new attributes. After shopping we went home, had dinner then I went to bed.
When morning came, everybody was already at the dining table for family morning prayer except me. I was still asleep and didn’t realize that sun had started shining already. All at once, I woke up and checked the clock, it was 6.30. Immediately, I grabbed my towel and ran to the bathroom without looking around.  After taking a shower, I was running back to my bedroom but suddenly my mom stopped me and asked, “Why are you running to and fro?  What’s happening?” “ I’m late for the ceremony, I need to get dressed now” I said. Directly the whole family at the dining table started laughing. I gazed up at them and wondered what they were laughing at. And so my mom said, “It’s Sunday baby, you better get prepared for Sunday School.” For whatever sake, I was totally embarrassed, walking slowly and less energetically to my bedroom without any single word. I realized that they were laughing at me, at my foolishness.
With a little smile I stared at my uniform and chuckled for what just happened. On one hand, I was so embarrassed that I was overexcited and forgot what day it was, I didn’t realize that it was a Sunday not a Monday, but on the other hand I learned that rechecking my schedule and setting the alarm before sleep are the things I needed to do.

Why Do We Respect Others



There was a time when I sat back thinking about a word that may have lost its meaning among people all around the world. It is the word, respect. I don’t understand what is really happening so that people tend to forget or ignore what this word really means. Starting from that time, I came to this thinking which influenced my life up a lot. I am not only talking about the literal meaning of the word, respect, that we can find in the dictionary but more into what this word really means to me, and what I really believe as a reflection of this word.
I believe that respect is everybody’s right. No one should ever hold back respect from anybody. The thing is, sometimes people build levels on respecting other people. This is very sad and bad. How can people see someone’s social class, position or job, background, age, intelligence, even appearance to determine whether they deserve respect or not. Discrimination happens a lot. Moreover, people often discriminate others just because the way they are. To me, respect should highly be shown in a genuine consciousness. Whoever  the person is, what they do for good, where they come from, how old they are,or how much money they can earn each month, even how attractive their appearance is, should never be a boundary of getting respect. They deserve it with or without any vivid reason.
This is how I think respect should be realized: Throw away all the ego and pride that mostly drive people to live in a circle of exclusivity. Get away from the habit of  looking down on others for their weaknesses or simply their differences. Start respecting them no matter what. Sometimes, we also don’t get any respect from others, so to have the respect we should first respect others, sooner or later others will respect us too. Remember, whatever you expect from others to do for you, do it first, you will somehow get what is better than the things you can ever imagine. God watches over everything. He watches your genuine heart.