Street of Life
|Street hustle of Bogor, near to Train Station|
I have been more than curious to see people's way of life how they run things, from cooking to driving, from sleeping to riding. As a neophyte of neighborhood's bustling life, it is such a guilty pleasure when I desync myself out of the spin despite of my countless endeavours to match the rythm. And out of such livelihood, the 'street culture' is definitely the one I am at my utter inquisitiveness why I still have yet nodded.
Over last four and half years, it has always came relatively conquerable to me to adapt with new style of living. Moving from a dwarf town of an island you probably never ever see on screen to an outskirts of city well known for its long standing history and jardin-like visage at some stops, fellows at my arid yellowish origin land may think I'm blessed by the new place of lush green. But here I am not about upholding royal, folks. I'm just like other ordinary pedestrians who are fully sober we are not on too fascinating runway. Most of times we are like stepping on sherds with non-stop rushing fogs passing by next to us.
Here it is my current hut, few-meter-distant from circuit. Together with other disciples, at no distant we clearly are alarmed sometimes by distracting yet painful roar of failed racer. Pieces of glass, the blood stained, even conflicted argument on who is right among involved convicts, is face of street next door. When sorcery works out, out of sudden it turns into temporal hearse before ambulance cleans up the hot spot no stinks nor random things left. Then people forget it on the next day until the new scene comes over like deja vu, we are reminded. It is so magical!
The circuit next door is our daily pathway, beautiful painted asphalt turning out two-way street divided by four lines borderlessly. It extends as long as miles away from somewhere out of sight to the heart of city which passes by our niche. Don't ever challenge yourself to drive or to ride during busy hours, or you'll be trapped in crazy hell traffic jam. Even though being a pedestrian has no guarantee to be always safe. I'm so jealous of strolling along the sidewalk of Solo city as far as I would, or of crossing the street the way I enjoy most at every crossroad of Yogyakarta with guaranteed traffic light accuration. I also miss to be drowned in the brisk walk of Ginza and to enjoying panoramic view by stepping on sidewalk of Makassar street competing with cars next to me to catch the sunset. But the reality is here and right now.
I remember one of past Fridays at sultry noon, this magical street was full of long queueing cabs and motos covered by unhappy face of sweating blokes, a police in the middle of jungle and was trying his best to ease off the crowd. I attempted to pass by the zebra cross as it is supposed to be, starting from right side to left side approaching a small mini store over there. Out of my glassed eyes, a helmet-covered ghost rider had his costly ride touching my leg and geez! Fortunately he was able to control his accelaration, just my leg chafed. A girl few meters from my standing also experienced the same. Sigh.
Another day perhaps was my another badluck. It was still fresh and the sun was so bright though. I planned that day to have early class. I expected it would be nicer to have myself bridging the two sides as that day was. Unfortunately, as I passed by through the appropriate way (Zebra Cross), out of sudden a happy couple riding moto commuted right in front of my move at crossing pace. I tried to keep a distance avoiding clash, instead of being thankful for in a state of safe, the boy shouted out loud at me with some f*cked spells and the girl who was covered by hijab looked happy innocently the way his boy screamed his mantra while she still stared at me after the plight as they were passing over. You both really scared me and I was still numb, speechless.
As a guest of this town, I expect nothing but please let us be more respectful. There should be no sense of superiority as we all are same, the tax payer and in the mean time altogether users of this highway, just for some miles long. Some of us are true not seating inside Jaguar nor Cadillac nor Valentino Rossi-like moto. Some of us are just daily pedestrians who sometimes should take longer road when it was blocked as few weeks ago when the President and teams crossed by.
This is the true street of ours, not very pretty nor too popular when you name it like most others, away narrower than LIE (Long Island Expressway) but as crowd as it is. And our street has some mentions you can beguile as it brings you to place you name it. Expect us.
Year 2014 is like no other, as it is associated with "Fire" and "Horse" in Chinese calender. Some Suhu and fortunetellers out of the blue appear on TV news in a hot talk to discuss about Indonesia(n)'s destiny within a year ahead. Name of public figures ranging from creepy politician to sensational celebrity highlights the tea time. Indeed, these two occupations may lead you to the peak of illuminating popularity either on good way or ending up in miserable news, being politician or celebrity. Media would love you when you are unusual, the sensational persona.
Above all of it, year 2014 for some after all is "The Game of Thrones" when everyone holds on the sword running into battle like Spartan. It is when every legal Indonesian by law elect their representative to be placed on hot seat who literally will work for the best of society, they say. From residential level to top-notch national scale the citizen will merge into cohort where vote is counted spread off over the country. The voting point is plethora, so is penny to fund the so-called democratic party. Here we legal resident shall take part in.
Election of this year will be held two times, separated by 3-month's distance.The first election which will be held next April is to vote for legislative representative, the second ones deemed as the most frantic event during past five years will pick a figure called as President of Indonesia until 2019 which later ends SBY's incumbency. The new life will start soon.
It is still fresh in my mind, dating back to 1999 when Indonesia's political situation was in transformation. It was the year when campaign surging. I was an elementary student by that time. Mass went down to the street to show off their support to certain party. It was the zero point of further milestone of being democratic country. I remember, there were three major parties competing at election. Red, yellow, and green, these colors that dominated the pouring mass perfectly like rainbow. It was also the time when I got my first candy, T-Shirt, lighter, and many kinds of souvenir covered by party symbol. All those items were given by random people who were on the street during the campaign days. I and other fellows as just other kids were so excited collecting such stuffs. TV news mostly aired the dramatic transformation of political life, we kids even had less choice for cartoon. Bear in mind, at that time private TV channel was not as bloomy as today, internet was not as tremendous as few years later. So, spending much of time as the way my dad used to: reading daily newspaper, watching news channel, collecting incumbent ministers and president poster (replacing it when the turn is over), discussing the current issues, but still we don't belong ourselves fanatically to certain party or group. To me and my dad, let God the only one knows what/who we vote for inside small voting chamber. Me myself even don't know to what/whom my dad's choice belongs to. We are much more comfort as political analyst during tea time by our own way, as an intermezzo in the mid of rushing life.
And today, much of things have changed, really changing. The political life significantly is turning (in my opinion) more mature and dynamic. Voices from grassroots are even so sounding. Thanks to the invention of internet and rapid growing online forum that today the citizens can express their notion. It is such surprising that think-tankers now are flourishing, though some of it with anonymous credit.
It has been 15 years after my candy, what a time! Now my concern definitely is extending. As most recent I have been experiencing insomnia, I kill the night by watching live streaming news channel from many countries randomly. Last night my choice fell to Sarajevo based Aljazeera Balkans. There was an hour documentary about West Papua Freedom Movement aired to cover former Yugoslav countries. As, news enthusiast, I was so excited as the channel discussed about something that is familiar to me, nevertheless from outsider's perspective. It was about two reporters who traveled to West Papua Province lurking to interview and documented the West Papua Freedom Movement activities secretly, from the way how the movement undergoes the mission to traditional ceremony of independence. Once the leader was holding online conference in the middle of isolated area claimed as their base with the Guyanese fellows committed as loyal supporter of their independence. There was also a moment when the Aljazeera team and the movement leader passed by the police and army barrack by riding car without getting caught as they have some people working as intelligence. Short documentary was also displayed recorded at separated time series when the police and the movement activist clashed in riot. At the end of documentary, another separated video inserted to the whole 60-minute that broadcasted an interview with an Indonesian spokeswomen who claimed the movement is illegal and against the Indonesia's sovereignty and international law as West Papua is recognized a legal part of independent Indonesia.
Well, the two sides are insisting with their stance. One thing that I highlight from the movement side is the matter of social injustice which they claim discriminating their group, the clash involved in with police is the act of response. It is also claimed that they feel isolated and undergoing aliened life on their own land.
In commemorating with the 2014 election of Indonesia, the new leader (President) and legislative representative at hot spot area are expected to sit together with the freedom movement member discussing even much deeper the best solution. The sooner it is solved, the better life in West Papua comes into reality. I do really wish the voters not only considering to elect the leader by their capability at certain areas of expertise nor by illuminating promise/appearance, instead it should be well considered those who are associated with wholly prodigious leadership trait in much aspect.
Who's gonna be the next? 2014 is on fire :-)
Thursday, December 26, 2013
December this year is not as gloomy as it was a year ago literally. The rain has yet poured down in torrent and the flood is yet happening. Everyone is still strolling around without umbrella, I am still able to do laundry under the pure sunshine. You could even courageously bet yourself to walk down on Jakarta's downtown without worry about getting wet due to raising water level, until today.
But the accomplishment seemingly is not in line with the glorious day, discontentedly less desiring. I try to look back and still count on the day from as early as 2013 to today. I find myself have wasted the most part of these unrepeated times. The ones I formulated, the 2013 to-do-list, from top-notch frantic plan to trivial simple plan, all look miserable. I don't blame a rainy day of December 2012 when I was over excited to enlist next whole one-year action plan but me myself who failed to work out during the potentially lucrative 365s of 2013.
At the moment I think of better not to make any self-plan with detailed high expectation. Let life flows as it is supposed to be. Only please let me still get connected to anyone who drops by on this blog. Perhaps it is the best reason of mine to keep pushing myself vying for some coins, packing my bag for another miles of journey, and turning my old-fashioned camera on, so I would still be able to share some stories and photos about newfound. That's all.
The fireworks of new year are around the corner. I please myself to keep settled down in contemplation of the leaving days while chinning up to stare the murky sky with decorated glimpse of dancing light, in the meantime whispering the modest wish ever "a hope for little bit better tomorrow", not much.
Before everything land on 2014, let me wish you a little merry Christmas to all my christian fellows wherever you are and happy New Year for every single humankind on this 7-billion planet. Let me deliver my sincere pray to elate those who are now at refugee camp, please keep stronger and maintain the good faith of new peaceful life. My sincere hope is with you to wish the year 2014 is yours, mine and ours, and of anyone in a better place :-)