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Pernikahan Hijau

10.10.10

Tanggal bagus katanya, makanya banyak pernikahan diadakan pada tanggal itu, termasuk oleh seorang kenalan. Berbeda dengan pernikahan artis Indra Bekti yang bertema 1001 malam, kenalan saya itu malah menanam pohon. Kalau tak mahal, barangkali ia akan menanam 101010 pohon, tapi karena kemampuan ekonomi yang terbatas, ia hanya menanam dua bibit pohon. Barangkali ia ingin membuat acara pernikahannya unik, meski tetap tidak masuk Indonesia Book of Records seperti Indra Bekti. Dan saya ingat dia – dulu sekali – memang pernah bernazar buat menanam pohon bila ia menikah kelak.

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The Truth About Cicak and Buaya

Setiap kali membaca koran, kata cicak dan buaya terasa agak mendominasi – sebab mereka sudah menjadi istilah umum buat menggambarkan perseteruan antara KPK dan Mabes Polri. Tentu saja eufisime begitu terasa sangat cocok sebab dalam dunia nyata – meski keduanya dimasukkan ke dalam keluarga reptil – cicak tembok ogah bertarung melawan seekor buaya. Sebaliknya mereka menyadari peranan masing-masing dan patuh pada hukum alam.

Saya sih tidak takut cicak, gak seperti kawan saya yang suka histeris melihat reptil mini gemuk berkepala membulat dan kulit transparan itu. Bisa dibilang, kita di sini hidup harmonis dengan cicak, mereka kerap ditemui di sekitar dapur, kamar mandi dan lemari makan, atau sedang tenggelam dalam gelas kopi. Continue reading

Toilet Story

Saya kagum sama toilet, ruang terpenting dari semua bangunan di dunia.

Size doesn’t matter,  yg penting fungsinya. Fitrahnya, memang toilet cuma buat BAK atau BAB, tapi semua juga tahu kalau kenyataannya lebih dari itu.

Banyak seniman mendapat ilham lalu menghasilkan karya-karya besar saat duduk di toilet. Seorang teman pecinta buku (utk gak menyebutnya kutu buku) gak bisa menyelesaikan panggilan alam tanpa membaca di toilet. Teman lain yg meskipun sudah kebelet, tetap ogah masuk toilet tanpa iPod-nya, atau rekan kerja yg katanya susah plong tanpa nge-game dgn N series terbarunya.

Toilet adalah tempat yg paling pas buat mengekspresikan diri sebebas-bebasnya tanpa ada yg menghakimi. Seseorang gak mungkin jaim saat mengejan, bukan? Dan siapa saja bebas ngelamun, nangis, merokok (apalagi pas puasa gini), ngumpet, dandan, ngisi TTS, cari tisu gratisan, menulis kata-kata jorok, menggambar alat kelamin, atau mengungkapan cinta di tembok toilet, atau bahkan meninggalkan nomor hp dgn penuh harapan.

Toilet juga tempat yg sangat aman utk sms atau menelpon selingkuhan, masturbasi atau bahkan sekalian quicky kalau beruntung.  Pokoknya buat saya, toilet itu banyak banget manfaatnya.

Nah, yg terbaru yg saya tahu (mgkn juga sebenarnya sdh lama, tapi saya baru tahu) – toilet juga dipakai sebagai sarana promosi. Di bandara, ipar saya mengambil selebaran yg diletakan di atas urinoir. Isinya promosi terapi dan obat utk masalah disfungsi ereksi.

Saya jadi penasaran kenapa brosur seukuran ¼ folio itu enggak ada di toilet wanita? Buat saya, penis loyo juga bagian dari permasalahan perempuan. Saya jadi iseng pingin coba mengontak nomor bebas pulsa yg tercantum utk menanyakannya, tapi gak jadi sebab saya takut jawabannya akan begini:

Hai, Sisy di sini. Apakah Anda kesepian…?”

Kisah Dua Manohara

Kamu pasti sudah khatam sama kisah Manohara Pinot, tapi apa kamu pernah dengar kisah Putri Manohara yg telah ratusan tahun tercetak pada relief candi Borobudur?? Yup! Kisah Putri Manohara ada di relief deretan bawah pd dinding utama sebelah barat di lorong lantai dua Candi Borobudur. Nah, yg menarik, ada sedikit kemiripan antara legenda putri Manohara yg juga dikisahkan dalam kitab Jataka-Avadana dgn kisah Manohara Pinot. Setidaknya pada bagian KDRT…atau seharusnya KDI (Kekerasan Dalam Istana, hehe..)

 

kisah manohara

 

Menurut budayawan Borobudur dan penulis buku ‘Temples of Java’, Ariswara Sutomo, legenda Manohara itu menuturkan tentang seorang putri dari kerajaan Manusia Burung yang digambarkan berwajah sangat cantik. Suatu hari seorang pemburu bernama Halaka menangkap putri tersebut dengan jaring istimewa di suatu pemandian. Kemudian ia menukar sang putri dengan hadiah melimpah kepada seorang pangeran yg jatuh cinta pada sang putri. Dikisahkan Manohara hidup bahagia sebagai istri sang pangeran, namun pihak keluarga istana tidak menyukai sang putri. Ibu mertuanya menjadi biang duka bagi kehidupan putri Manohara selanjutnya.

Saat sang pangeran mendapat tugas berperang melawan musuh di garis terdepan, Manohara mendapat perlakuan buruk dari ibu mertua dan keluarga kerajaan lainnya, sampai kemudian melarikan diri dari istana. Manohara lantas pulang ke kampung halamannya di Kerajaan Manusia Burung dengan mengusung segala dukanya. Ketika suaminya pulang dari medan perang, ia begitu sedih karena tidak menjumpai isteri tercintanya di istana.

Ia lalu menemui Halaka untuk mencari Manohara, namun Halaka tidak mengetahui tempat tinggal Putri Manohara. Ia hanya memberitahu sang pangeran tentang sebuah telaga dimana ia sering menjumpai sekumpulan manusia burung di sana. Pangeran pun kemudian mencari putri Manohara di telaga itu, namun dia hanya menemukan beberapa manusia burung dan tidak ada Manohara. Lantas ia menitipkan cincin kawinnya kepada salah seorang di antara sejumlah manusia burung itu untuk disampaikan kepada putri Manohara.

Semula Manohara takut kembali kepada istana, namun demi kesetiaannya sebagai isteri, ia lalu memutuskan kembali kepada suaminya. Cerita itu berakhir dengan relief yang menggambarkan kebahagiaan putri Manohara.

Legenda Manohara sudah begitu dikenal di negara-negara yang berpenduduk mayoritas pemeluk Buddha seperti India, Tibet dan Thailand. Meski saya gak tahu apa tautan antara kisah putri Manohara dengan kisah hidup Sidartha Gautama, tapi ini akan menjadi hal menarik buat kepariwisataan Candi Borobudur apalagi sebentar lagi musim kunjungan wisatawan dan liburan sekolah, tentu legenda ini menjadi cukup seru.

Car Horns

Last night I went to café for dinner with some friends. I heard this old song. Her voice is quite pleasing. The melody is smooth but without enthusiasm, kind of afternoon siesta-music.

I had a dream of Indonesia…
They seem to hear the wisdom of the sea…
They never hurry…they never worry…
They take a tide away the way it was meant to be…

Wow! This wisdom of the sea is quite amazing. Perhaps, the singer dreamt a place, an imagined vision, a picture of paradise borrowed from tourist department brochures. And paradise? For those whose lives are hemmed in by lack of time, paradise is not a flashy noisy place. Freedom with no hard edges. No worries. Calm people with lots of smiles. Everyone is friendly; even you’ll still hear people laughing at crowded markets.

This is no anthropological description, for sure. Advertisement is ninety per cent wish and ten per cent reality. Yet Indonesians are not just people imagined by tourist sunbathing on Kuta beach. They are also a little strange people, just like others in developing countries. They appear to be rushing around in retrace, but they probably are not. They are just bad-tempered. They crowd each other on the roads and hoot their horns.

Yes, the horns. For us they are a symptom of development. The roads are better and there are ever more cars. Economic development is happening more quickly than the preparation of large cities to absorb it, especially in Sumatera, Jawa and Bali. In some areas, while villages are picturesque with lush fertile rice fields, the small towns are saturated with waste from all the trading activity. The tranquility we knew in these small towns has gone. And the horns are an example of this; something is not right in our heads.

Don’t believe it? Try to drive your car to the nearest traffic lights. If you just half a minute late at the lights, then immediately cars behind will start to yell at you. It doesn’t mean that these people are efficient with time. In England, where the pace of work is so much faster, you’ll hardly hear car horns used to push another car on.

So why is it opposite here? Car horns, when sounded, are actually a symbol of uncertainty. Maybe we don’t realize that time is actually something we can managed. Here, roads give a chance to show your power and the horns are the signs. Such chances are few – so it seems you’re always looking out for them. Then you sound the horn, your power. It’s only those who sure enough of their power won’t quick to shout and hurl abuse, fearful to loose their power.

Beyond Border

In times long past, boundaries were merely an extension of the whim of reigning monarch. As Alexander realized that Macedonia was too small for him, he left with thousands of soldiers, extending his realm as far as Hindustan. And then kings that follow define their own boundaries and order others to observe them. And after that, next come the land owners, investors, angry generals, impassioned writers, minor aristocracy, or dark-skinned slaves –- all of them come along, and – in their own way – define huge movements that change the map of the world.

Every now and then people change maps of the world – usually after some killing, often with some fighting and independent statements. Then boundaries are established, flags are hoisted, immigration officers are posted at the gates, and armies on constant alert make sure that the boundaries are not challenged. Then people print maps with red dotted lines or different colors only to show the different areas.

What’s amazing is the way we can upturn existing maps on the one hand, while on the other we worship maps as sacred objects. Of course boundaries are nothing sacred, or even natural – yet they’ve became an element in human awareness, approached with both respect and familiarity. ‘Native land’, ‘country’; words that have become a sort of magic spell able to conjure up trembling and passion, and even – like the gods in stories – to demand sacrifice.

But, who has decided these boundaries? And who has the right to make them? Most of us have forgotten. Most of us even query them.

Boundaries… they bar the poor of Africa from entering Europe, stop Tibetian to separate from China, and allow Indonesian workers to be chased by Malaysian polices. Above us, a terrifying hole appears in ozone layer. We don’t say this is part of ozone belong to U.S and that one belongs to Iraq, but the boundaries on the map still prevent us from working together to stop the damage.

I’m Going Red

Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with gorgeous redhead. (Lucille Ball, actress)

Few months back, life has made me hectic and felt about as bright and luminous as a broken light bulb. Other people, faced with times of crisis, enlist the help of a life coach, seek solace in religion or go backpacking across Bali or somewhere else. My coping mechanism is to visit the hairdresser.

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall

En route to Jakarta some weeks ago, the woman seated next to me on the plane struck up a conversation and our chat turned to the seven deadly sins. She asked me what mine was. Hers was vanity, she was quick to share. “Without a doubt” she declared “I will do anything to preserve my looks”

I looked over her. Blessed with fine features and willowy yet voluptuous figure, she was breathtakingly pretty – the sort of woman men want, and other women just love to hate. From our conversation, she was also fiercely intelligent, and I was to discover later that she’s a genuinely nice person to boot.

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