Another Galau Day

Menunggu

Ruang tunggu ini terlalu penuh dengan resah gelisah

Seorang tua yang mondar seorang muda yang mandir

Anak muda berjas rapi yang tak henti menoleh pada lengan semat jam tangan

Gadis yang terkantuk-kantuk sembari mendekap tasnya sendiri

Atau yang tersenyum tawa sibuk ligat dengan benda mungil empat segi canggih di genggaman

Seorang pemuda yang memainkan gugup anak kuncinya hingga berulang jatuh

Atau yang terangguk-angguk termeram terjaga menikmati sendiri energi bunyi dari pemutarnya

Bayi yang menjerit teriak tak henti

Ibu yang berkomat kamit penuh khawatir dan tanya

Ibu  yang menelusuri gambar-gambar pada majalah mode kadaluarsa

Bapak yang seketika bangkit penuh amarah dan berniat menggebrak meja

Pasangan yang mengeratkan genggam sambil bertatap penuh arti

Seorang paruh baya yang memutar pandang penuh sirat penasaran dan curiga

Dua orang tak saling kenal yang berbincang hambar tentang apa saja

Seorang lainnya yang tak juga kenal coba curi-curi dengar

Tiga anak yang berkeliling kejar mengejar satu sama lain

Anak keempat jatuh dan menangis menahan sakit

 Lima orang yang saling memunggungi dan sibuk dengan pikirannya masing-masing

Sepuluh orang yang berjejer rapi dan seketika menoleh saat pengeras suara berujar sesuatu

Nama, nomor, pengumuman, atau perhatian....

Seratus orang yang berdesakan penuh keluh kesah tanpa kepastian

Seribu orang yang bersesakan dalam sempit ruang sedang peluh telah rembes menggenang.

Sejuta orang pasrah

Semilyar orang kalah

Dan mereka semua sedang menunggu.....

Padang Bintang

Lapang padang bintang terbentang

Mengedip detik, berkerlip genit

Seolah berseteru dalam rapat besar angkasa malam

Atau tersesat dalam pesta cahaya terang-temaram

Berkelabat cepat, Mengendap lambat

 Menabur imaji pada benak para musafir kata

 Menggenggam kunci-kunci tanpa pintu

Menuju entah kemana

Visit Putroe Phang

This evening, my sister and I watched Putroe Phang Weekend Show in Putroe Phang Park. The show was awesome, especially the Cut Nyak Dhien dance that was performed by Sanggar Cut Nyak Dhien. I like the movement of the dancer. Inspite of the girls, the movement was so brave and aggresive. It represent the messages of the dance as a war dance. Another interesting part is when the dancers start to use rencong (acehnese traditional weapon in their dance). It seems so dangerous but cool. No smile on the dancer faces, It is a war dance. The climax of this dancer is when the dutch troops came into the scene and start fighting with the girls. Finally, by the faster tempo of rapai (acehnese traditional tambourine), The dutch troops can be conquered by the girls. The dance is over. I like that dance!!Bravo....

After that performance, we saw some dancing and singing by another performance. It also nice. There were many audience that watched this event. I really happy because it show the raising animo of my hometown people to appreciate our art and culture.

It also make me happy when I saw Putro Phang Park is used by community to enjoy their time. Not only for watching the show, but also for enjoying their time (strolling, photographing, accompanying their children in playground, or may be dating, he...). This is what public space should be!!

Happy..Happy this Sunday evening.....!

Photo with the dancer

The Putroe Phang Park

me and my sister

Memories

I watched NHK proram today, It is a documentary program about some group of people that collected photos album around disaster affected area right after Japan last year tsunami. The motor of this project is a mother who lost her son during tsunami. At the beginning she only tended to find his son photos around her ruined house. But after she came with an idea to extend her effort to collect other’s photo albums too.

One of local school hall was transformed as a gallery of memories. Many photos are hung to make them dried on hundreds of line. Some of volunteer seemed busy. They sorted the albums on alphabetic order, some other tried to clean the wet photos before reorder in to a new albums. People come and go during to this school hall. They looked for their own album. The memories that remain after the tragedy.

I just interested in this program because I also experienced the same tragedy. But unfortunately. We lost all of our photos albums. Photos of my family early time, Photos of my parents wedding, Photos of my childhood, and all photos that captured the important event in our life. We threw away all of them because it was to late to save them. It was in bad condition when we found them during our post tsunami cleaning efforts. It was really sad, but what else we can do.

Today, I went to my aunt offices. Accidently, I found one of my childhood photos in her photos box. My aunt is the family member who have camera in the past, so she took a lot of pictures including family photos. It make me happy when I can find them because I have none of that photos any more. In that picture I played with my little cousins. We laughed together. Compared with the photos, it changes a lot now. I’m not kid anymore while my cousins is grow up. May be they will be shame if they look at that photo. But it how the photos work. It reassemble all the old rusty memories. It brings happiness, shame or some extent, tears.

It can not be denied that the people who lost or the event that passed were irreplacable, but by the photos we have,  at least it can help us to keep the memories.