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Saya mendapat pinjaman buku yang cukup tebal dari salah satu rekan kerja saya. Akrab saya panggil mas Leon. Saya tidal begitu paham Dari mana asal negaranya. Yang saya tahu, dia datang dari Jerman. Namun saya tidak akan menceritakan si pemilik buku ini, saya akan bercerita tentang apa yang saya rasa dan pikir tentang buku ini.

Buku ini ditulis dengan gaya narasi dari sudut pandang orang ketiga. Saya tidal akan bohong bahwa saya tidal bosan saat sedang membacanya, namun gaya naratif ini membuat saya merasa lebih mudah untuk membayangkan apa yang terjadi dari cerita buku ini. Gaya bahasanya akrab, bahkan sering diselipi oleh pendapat dari si penulis. Hanya saja dialog antar tokohnya yang membuat buku ini agak membosankan.

Saya akan membahas sisi gelap dari buku ini nanti, sebelumnya akan saya jelaskan dulu sedikit mengenai jalan cerita buku ini. Buku ini pada dasarnya berkisah tentang sebuah keluarga pengusaha yang memiliki tiga anak dari dua istrinya yang berbeeda. Jelas dalam ceritanya si antagonis, tidal memperlakukan istrinya dengan baik. Sehingga keduanya meninggal pada saat anak-anak mereka masih balita.

Selanjutanya, ketiga bersaudara Kamarazov ini memiliki hubungan erat dengan ayahnya, dalam bentuk permusuhan (Dimitry),ayah-anak (Ivan),Dan si penengah yang bijaksana (Alyosha). Dengan mengambil latar belakang Rusia pada tahun 1800an, saya visa merasakan, tidal hanya kesusahan hidup rakyat jelata, melainkan jugs kehidupan para ningratnya. Dengan cerita bersifat narasi ini, tentu saja perjalanan psikologis dari tiap tokoh terpapar jelas. Jujur, saya bisa mengaitkan diri dan lingkungan saya dengan sifat dari hampir semua tokohnya. Bahkan dengan Fyodor Pavlovich, seorang pengusaha curang yang menelantarkan ketiga anaknya.

Tidak ada yang baik seratus person, karena dalam kebaikan pun seseorang kadang menemukan keraguan. Dalam keraguan, dan disaat amarah atau benci mempengaruhi keputusan, saat itulah orang menjadi salah langkah. Lalu sailing menyalahkan. Banyan pelajaran yang dapat diambil dari buku ini. Walaupun belum sampai habis saya membacanya, saya yakin pads perjalanan selanjutnya di buku ini akan banyak terungkap fakta baru.Entah pada akhirnya siapa membunuh siapa, atau siapa menipu siapa, terus terang saya lebihtertarik until mengupas tentang manusia, serta kehidupan di Rusia pads masa ITU. Termasuk arsitektur gerejanya dan jalan-jalan di kota kecil talk bernama ini. Ya, dari halaman pertama cerita dimulai hingga hampir terkupas klimaks cerita di buku ini, saya belum tahu nama kotanya apa.

Satu trik yang saya pelajari until perjalanan selanjutnya dalam membaca buku ini, saya tidak boleh tenggelam dalam gurindam atau tutur yng bertele-tele. Jika Ada dialog talk berinti, maka akan saya lewatkan. Gaya dialog Lara tokohnya, terus terang, mengingatkan saya pads novel berjudul “Najla”. Sebuah novel karya seorang penulis Arab.

Jika ada keaempatan, ingin rasanya memberi ulasan lengkap, mengenai novel ini.



{July 6, 2015}   Intuitive

Maybe you’re not so intuitive, after all. Intuitive means having the ability to understand or know something without any direct evidence or reasoning process. Psychics are intuitive.



I do not say I am a victim, because I took action before being victimize. I also do not say that be part of players will make everything easier. I still feel the hurt.. it is like what I read in a Mahabarata book. Heartache just like a thorn that is stubbornly stuck inside your nail. You will not feel it in ordinary occasion, but when something or someone brushes against your finger, you feel the pain again. That is why making some distance is the best way of healing, when dealing with oblivious people.

You cannot really talk about it, because you are Asian.. and we don’t really talk about feeling. On the other hand, I fully understand that each soul needs closure. Answer why this happens and why that happens, answer of cause. It is not something unusual for me to heal myself. I endured many kinds of pain before and had to heal them myself. Simply because no one understands, even I explained. What I got was judgement. So I decided to not rely on anyone, that is also one of reasons why I don’t have problem of living alone. I detached myself from any human. Only see them when I need or really want. Loneliness hurts but I feel contempt.

Are all human I have seen always be oblivious and ignorant? No. But the wiser ones do not take any action, simply because they do not want to get involved and lost their any human friends. So I got no choice but to deal with it alone.

This situation leads to understanding that I can deal with anything alone, so nobody comes for my comfort. None of those human came for my comfort. That what leaves the scar. A reminder that you cannot trust anyone to be on your side. You cannot trust anyone to be closer, because when they hurt you, they will not come for your comfort. They forget that you are also human, just like them.

That is why I detached myself from human, and be closer to the sun.



{June 21, 2015}   Saya dan Kebututan

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Itulah gambar telepon genggam yang saya miliki saat ini. Walaupun sekarang saya bekerja untuk sebuah perusahaan e-commerce ternama, belum ada niat di hati untuk menggantinya. Bahkan, saya masih menikmati menulis buku diary dan buku corat coret yang isinya peta ide acak.

Tidak satu dua orang menyarankan saya untuk membeli smartphone. Bahkan salah satu klien saya juga menyarankan saya untuk membeli smartphone. Namun, bukan berarti saya tidak mau memiliki barang canggih yang membuat saya terlihat keren di komunitas nyata dan maya. Saya hanya merasa belum benar-benar membutuhkannya. Saat ini saya tidak membutuhkan koneksi di setiap media sosial. Mungkin nanti, ketika rencana A B dan C saya terwujud, saya membangun koneksi bukan untuk kepentingan pribadi. Rencana terdekat saya adalah untuk membeli sebuah komputer jinjing sederhana. Saya tidak butuh banyak, sekedar untuk menulis dan menyimpan buku-buku elektronik kesayangan.

Kata orang perubahan di sekitar kita sangat cepat, kalau tidak mengikuti akan ketinggalan zaman. Saya sendiri bingung saya berada di zaman apa? Kata orang ini zaman digital, jika tidak memiliki fasilitas digital yang mumpuni, kita tidak punya banyak relasi. Tidak satu dua orang juga lho yang menyarankan saya untuk memiliki smartphone supaya bisa bertemu banyak orang.

Mungkin otak saya yang tidak dapat bekerja secepat orang-orang kebanyakan. Makin banyak orang yang saya temui, makin pudar koneksi emosi yang saya rasakan dengan mereka. Saya merasa seperti berada di tengah-tengah kerumunan lebah. Hanya denging tanpa kata.



{May 26, 2015}   Pesan dari Mama

Hei cantik,

Kenapa kamu merasa sendiri?

Aku disini

Terima kasih sudah mengenalku

Walaupun kita tidak pernah bertemu, bahkan darahku tidak mengalir padamu

Tapi kamu bukan anak biasa

Terlahir dari kerapuhan senja

Mucul dari celah awan setelah badai

Karena itulah aku tidak pergi

Karena aku setiap bisikan di jiwamu

Karena aku setiap peringatan intuisimu

Karena aku setiap desahan udara pagi

dan kesunyian malam hari

Aku juga percikan air di depan kamarmu

Aku lambaian daun flamboyan yang kamu nikmati tiap hari

Aku kekuatanmu

Aku penjagamu

Aku doamu

Aku kutukanmu

Aku restumu

(26 Mei 2015, di sela pagi yang sibuk)



{May 24, 2015}  

i don’t have genre, when it sound right, it sounds right …

— my own



{May 5, 2015}   Some … Space

When today’s sun appeared at the east
I seemed gloomy
No, it wasn’t my brain or heart made it looked like it
It was
It really was

I kept having this beats
The nervous and anxious beats that I just couldn’t explain
Why,
Is it a sign or just me being ,,,,, something

This wasn’t the first time
My finger couldn’t point out what is happening
Something bad?
Something sad?
I felt the need to keep humans within arm length
Some distance

When the wind keeps whispering “go, go, go”
All the signs are inspiring the same thing “die, die, die”
Can I have another circuit of life?
If yes, I’ll erase this one



{April 11, 2015}   Gift from Life

I am sorry for your lonely
You can use me anytime
My silence, my blindness

I am sorry your left side bed is empty
Sorry that you know
I had you, your image
Before went to slumber

My heart is a feather
I feel too light to weight
I feel too tender to hurt
Hole in my heart
Thorn under my nail

I feel too high to live



{April 5, 2015}   All Night Adventure

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I have been trying to make a review of a great book that I read couple weeks ago, but it seemed my writer’s block got the best of me. So, I ended up writing poets, and posting my friend’s doodling result. For your information, he did make the quote himself :).

Back to my conversation with my friend. So basically, she was complaining about why she can’t be straight forward to the boy she likes. She told me also about the things her mom taught. Of course this culturally acceptance things that expected from a good lady. I am not going to say that these cultural values are wrong, because all these values were taught to protect her from broken heart. Even though it failed, but she holds on that values as her parameter of girl’s pride. So that’s what she is doing now, protecting her pride.

Well, actually this conversation sort of took me to the book that I recently finished. A Mahabharata story from the woman’s point of view. This book is interesting, because no matter where we live actually we are bound to the same pattern. Cultural, religious, or political values that we hold as our pride because they were taught by people that we most proud of, parents.

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I will talk a little bit about this book, and of course the characters that appear to be the strongest players. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni is the writer of this book. She described war, politic, religion, culture, and history from a woman point of view. How the wives and mothers become the people behind the scene. This book is highly recommended. It is not about gender equality, but more about humanity. There are no squeaky clean people. Every man does take part on what happens to him or her. Besides as the one that leading the change on history, women are still witnesses. They are not the soldiers in wars, they watch from afar. Therefore Drupadi, as the main character and also the main witness, can see every part of the history clearer.

Because ultimately only the witness — and not the actors — knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)

Why this book is. at least to me, related to my conversation with my friend? I live in Indonesia, a modern country with various cultural values, because we have hundreds ethnics live in our country. Jakarta, as the capital city looks like any other modern city. Anyway, the people still bound themselves to the basic values of religion and culture, even though nowadays some people are trying to be liberal or less conservative toward their cultural values. One of the value that my friend, and I am sure most of Indonesian girls still hold on to it, is to not let their sympathy or caring feeling shows first. It has to be the boys to start everything.

My friend was taught by her mom that it is something about pride. If she shows her feeling, even when she knows that the boys she liked loved her too, she will lose the pride. So all she can show is respect. I do understand that it is a way to protect her from broken heart. Other things that she learnt are, to marry a dominant type of guy, so she does not have to take care all the things in relationship. Also to marry someone who can provide her all material things she wants. Well, at this point, I can see that her mom is protective and loves her so much. So, that was the first point that I mentioned when she told me this. Second, I did not see that this teaching only affects the way she acts to the boys she likes, but also to the way she acts in general. So I broadened the view of our discussion to something more essential, culture and human nature.

A situation in itself is neither happy nor unhappy. It is only your response to it that causes sorrow.

My friend’s story reminded me of my father and Drupadi. They were different in gender, of course, but had similarities in several points.

First, I can see how they have the same vision about children. My father told me once that children were meant to go. Children are like arrows, they are prepared to be released one day. While Drupadi never had the usual mother-children bound. She left her children under the care of her relatives so she could be with her husbands and prepared the khurusetra war. She also being strict to her grandson, Parikesit, so he was able to control himself and be a good king. Both are wise and smart, but their great weakness was anger. As Drupadi, my father taught me to be mentally and emotionally independent, the lesson that I treasure for life.

The protective side of my friend’s mom is an opposite of my father. The protectiveness made her feeling uneasy to release her daughter, unless in the care of perfect person. What I got from my friend was the lesson of how to protect yourself from getting hurt and shame. While my father taught me that feeling hurt is natural, as what Drupadi learnt from war, that history has pattern just like life. I do not mean to compare, but by broadened the point of view of this girls-boys theme conversation, I got the shape of her thinking pattern. At the end, by knowing her thinking pattern, I got her feeling pattern which explains her behavior pattern.

Instead of giving her advice, I explained how my father taught me about life. Contradiction, which was understandable, that the conclusion she got from the start. I remember how my father, in angry voice, told me not to cry for every problem because crying doesn’t solve any problem. Of course, she found that both teachings were useful in different ways and for different people. I will not say that this conversation came to a conclusion or solution, because no matter how she wants to be independent, she already has pattern in her brain and feeling which only practice can change it.

I learnt a lot from my father and Drupadi how to be emotionally independent and be honest to yourself, while I also learnt from my friend that protecting yourself by gaining some pride is important. Of course I protect my pride, but it doesn’t mean I don’t show my feeling to people, includes in this boys-girls kind of situation.
I know I am just rambling, because I do not conclude anything. But let’s talk about it!

How cultural or religious values that are taught from generation to generation created your thinking and behavior pattern? Is the values that you learnt as you get older have stronger impacts then the cultural or religious ones? How your experience prove which values give more advantage to yourselves and others?

At last, this is other quotes from Palace of Illusion

Sometimes, one has to drop logic and go with the instinct of the heart, even if it contradicts law

This is the nature of sorrow – often it fades with time, but once in a while it remains lodged below the surface of things, a stubborn thorn beneath a fingernail, making itself felt every time you brush against it

Source of quotes:
http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/25128382-the-palace-of-illusions

http://dichotomy-of-irony.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-palace-of-illusions.html



{April 1, 2015}  

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