Hari Nyepi

So here I am on an island where rituals are still the way of life. Little did I imagine that in this age of technology, people still live up to traditions and culture is still very much upheld. Or maybe I haven't seen much of this world. The Balinese are very strong in their belief of Hinduism and very much belong to the earth and mother nature. I see it as a combination of Hindu and paganism, and I see ritualistic prayers all the time throughout my stay.

I am not sure if I enjoyed what I saw, but I'm sure to like the different way of life and the diversity of culture even in this. malay archipelago. And i am certainly amazed by hiw much they love mother nature, the earth, which is very much ignored today by us all as men race towards modernisation and only think of digging its richness, raping every part abd every bit if this earth.

A driver who drives me aroung tells me that they have a soecial ceremonial day once a year where everyone is to stay indoor. No one is to go out, or work or do anything at all. All businesses are closed. Even the airport in Bali is closed on this day, and no planeses are to fly in and out of the island on thus day. For24 hours, all vehicles are not to move, all people are not to go out.

The day is called "Hari Nyepi".

I did ask him, what if someone in the household is sick or needs to be rushed to the hospital during this time. He told me that of course, there are allowable exceptions.

"Hari Nyepi" is celebrated to honour the mother nature who has given so much to men throughout the year. We live by its resources. Its plants, animals, water, and so forth. So there is one soecial day dedicated to earth where men do not do anything to earth. As simple as that.

Indeed, it is amazing. And why should we not care for something we love?

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time flies

Time flies, and I almost gave up on my blog, but now I'm back here, writing again, after almost two years of absence. Boy, isn't that a long time for a disappearing act. The truth is I have never stopped writing but a lot has happened to me in the past couple of years. Perhaps I should just skip that part of my life and move on to telling what my heart wants to tell. I wish with my comeback, I can continue my piece of "LEINAD" and also the beginning of "ARTUNAPSHI" for which i've written its prologue some two years ago.

Although "Leinad" is becoming history now, I feel its story is worth telling. After all, it is all about life, and this is exactly what my Blog is all about. I suppose now I know what taddiscovers is all about. I didn't exactly know then, but I guess I do now. It's not about philosophy, neither is it about films or fiction, it's about everything that life has to offer - people, places, emotions, careers, journals... everything.

I have lost a few people since I discovered taddiscovers , and I have met a few new people too since. One thing for sure, they come and go, but the memories of them remain.

And these memories are what I keep in this "house" I call RumahBilut...

The one I knew

The One I Knew

(in loving memory of Hamzah Hussin, 1927 - 2007)

by Tengku Adrian Ismail

On the faces of the aged there are wrinkles made by sympathy, by strong and pure thought, and are carved by passion. And those who have lived righteously, age is calm, peaceful, and softly mellowed, like the setting sun.

He was a talented writer with a little ego about the whole thing of his writings, one who wrote to do good, or at least to contribute to the goodness in the world. One who supported his own beliefs with arguments. He had someone who was the closest to him yet too far to reach out to. I keep thinking about him and thought if I should snap thoughts into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and start constructing a world where at least part of him lives forever.

It was in the year 2002 that brought me to knowing him, a man who had been physically weak yet strong in his will. The weakness in his movement was not the weakness in his heart. He was never and had never been a slave to his own self. He had walked with the aid of a stick with confidence. Yes, he was old but he was never weak.

I had then thought that humanity surged with uncontrolled passion, for passion was what I saw in him. He was a teacher, and probably a mentor or he could be a father, grandfather, friend. Whatever the term may be, I am glad that I met him.

That night when I stood outside the balcony of my house and listened to the breeze, the silence felt like divine. My conversation with the wind made me realise that he was right, that the home is where the heart is and that one’s house is one’s world (Rumah Itu Dunia Aku). Perhaps that was what inspired him to write that novel.

Soon it was that famous, classic novel of his that became my breakthrough. How thankful I should be for he had called me to turn that novel of his into a drama series, some sort of a telenovela he said. I was to co-write it with him and although I had, as a matter of fact, written almost everything, I was glad. Glad to be the chosen one.

I had thought to myself that it could probably be my winning the competition in 2003 with my Serendah Sekebun Bunga that he had chosen me, or probably he just happened to favour me. Whatever the reason might be, I was glad. Glad to be working with one of Malaysia’s greatest novelists and screenwriters, one who had been in the film industry as long as one can remember, one who had worked with great screen legends such as the late Tan Sri P. Ramlee and Puan Sri Saloma, M. Amin, Nordin Ahmad and many more. I remember how he had repeatedly told me about him being very close to the late Tan Sri P. Ramlee until the last of his (P. Ramlee) days, and how he had boasted about him being courted by some of the famous stars. I had been his good listener, not only to his funny stories but also to his sad ones. How his proposal of marriage had been rejected because of caste difference. This, according to him, became the basis of most of the stories he wrote. How true it is, that life’s experience always becomes part of a writer’s successful work.

The series was aired over RTM in 2004 and I had shared the honour, again thanking him and my lucky star. He then continued to serve his last days as a Script Consultant at FINAS. Even that did not stop me from being in contact with him. I had grown to know him not only for who he was and for what he was. Indeed I am indebted to him, he who had taught me, who had shared with me his knowledge and many years of experience. I could only do as much, to keep in touch and visit him and be with him as often as possible. He was staying at an apartment in Pandan Jaya, Kuala Lumpur and I would visit him at any possible time. There were also a number of occasions when he would call me to his house, at that very instant. I remember how I would come up with excuses whenever I could not make it, only to succumb to his request later.

He had since moved to stay in Subang USJ, and I continued my visits. There is a sense of sadness when I think about the times he had called to ask me to be at his house for many reasons, reasons he wrote in his own mind. He would tell me that he just fell from his wheelchair or he wanted a drink he could not get or he had been left alone by his son who was tending to him or he had just been poisoned.

My visits continued. I would listen to his ideas, his stories, how he was planning to write another script, another novel, and another, and another. He came up with all possible titles – Kunang-kunang Terbang Malam, Penjara Kasih and many others I can hardly remember now. He had also asked me to finish the unfinished story by the late Tan Sri P. Ramlee, Airmata di Kuala Lumpur. I had listened to whatever he was saying, without really giving full concentration, because I realised his mind never stopped winding when his physical health was getting weaker day by day.

Much to my regret, my story with him did not end as how I would hope it to be. A message went to me that he had left KL for Singapore and that he was being treated at a hospital there, the hospital that was to be his last home. I had since planned a visit to Singapore but time was the limit, or time became my excuse. I reasoned with myself that I had been busy with my day job and my writings of the first feature I wrote in 2005, followed by another script for competition entry in 2006.

That Monday morning of 23rd July 2007, as I was turning the pages of a newspaper, I read about the news. It was sad news. I was sad, and there was a feel of guilt and regret. I did not get the chance to see him before his last breath. I had let myself to let go of the chance to see him before his final breath. I started to form my own reconciliation. That there had not been a moment he was absent from my mind, not a moment that I was not proud I had known him. Perhaps the only regret was that I did not get the chance to show him the film I wrote, Bilut and the other script I won, Telaga Atas Bukit. But I know he would have been proud of me as how I have always been and will always be of him.

Then I realised that no one can go back to where he has left. He may turn back, however, just to find that it is no longer exactly the same. Seasons change and so do people. It is the ordinary pattern of life that we meet and part, fall in and out, tie and break connections - all around the edges of something, for the edges are always there, at times when we are arriving and departing, and these times, more often they come too swiftly, and unless we seize these brief moments, we may end up missing what should have been a part of us. I seized mine.

I may not have known him for longer years as many others have had, yet I am blessed. And I know well that it’s not how long you are together but it’s how much love you have shared within that period of time. He may have departed with the angels of the Lord, yet he lives on.

I may have met and known other notable people and maybe I will know more people as my journey continue. They have been and may be special, but he is he. He, who had lived a life among the legends, has now become a legend himself.

He is the one I knew. To him, I offer my prayer and Al-Fatihah. May you rest in peace, Pak Hamzah.

- ends -

artupnashi (the prologue)

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs, with sepiatone loving, love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like why are we here?

And where do we go? and how come it's so hard?

It's not always easy, and sometimes life can be deceiving, I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together.

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight but I know that they'll be gone, when the morning light sings and brings new things, but tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do, but if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene.

I'll be under the impression, I was somewhere in-between with only two, just me and you. Not so many things we got to do, or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now.

I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me, but there is not enough time, and there is no, no song I could sing, and there is no combination of words I could say, but I will still tell you one thing, we're better together.

leinad (babak 7)

Sebegitu lama dia tidak menghubunginya. Semuanya angkara perselisihan faham yang tidak pernah sebenarnya menjadi perselisihan. Semuanya angkara seseorang bernama kawan yang dianggapnya sahabat. Selama itulah dia mendapati dirinya mengagumi orang-orang lama, yang menciptakan pepatah "harapkan pagar, pagar makan padi" serta istilah mudah orang-orang baru, "kawan makan kawan".

Sebegitu lama dia meletakkan kesalahan terhadap orang yang bergelar kawan, orang yang dia gelari sahabat. Selama itulah juga dia menyalahkannya. Lantaran dialah yang menghubungi orang bergelar kawan, orang yang digelarinya sahabat itu. Sebegitu lamalah juga dia tidak menyedari akan hakikat bahawa sebelah tangan yang bertepuk tak kan berbunyi.

Dia lemas. Lemas dalam kekeliruan. Tenggelam dalam keresahan. Kesedihan yang membaluti fikiran. Keliru apakah dia menyukai kawannya yang dianggapnya sahabat. Tenggelam dalam membuat andaian apakah dia memilih seseorang yang lebih berada. Sedih apabila mengagak bahawa dia mungkin sudah bosan terhadapnya.

Lalu dia memutuskan untuk memutuskan perhubungan yang dibina daripada kasih sayangnya itu. Perhubungan yang sekian lama dipupuk dengan luhur tanpa noda, walaupun hakikatnya dia sering dirasuk noda itu. Namun, dia bukan orangnya yang memilih untuk menagih. "Rasa kasih seharusnya datang dengan rela, tanpa paksa, tanpa meminta" - berkali-kali dia cuba untuk tidak melupakan ungkapan hatinya itu.

Dia sedar, air yang mengalir ada kalanya tidak terus mengalir, kerana ada ketika alirannya disekat oleh longgokan tanah dan sampah. Biarlah dia terus menjadi tebing yang menjaga air itu daripada melimpah, dan biarlah kawannya yang dianggapnya sahabat sebagai sampah yang seketika menghalang aliran itu.

Dia sedar, tiba ketikanya, air itu akan mengalir lagi, lebih deras menuju ke muara, di mana dia akan setia menanti.

a tale to tell

So life is about curiosity, because life is uncertainty. Many a time I hear that life is a play and the world the stage, and we the actors - and that it is unrehearsed. So much to do, so much to learn, so much in which to share. I enjoyed my youth, or rather, I enjoyed my teen and adolescent years, but I was enjoying it too much that I realised life was easy. I guess when you've lived life longer, you tend to look at it more seriously, and only then you begin to learn more, and that is when you find that there's more that you do not know. There is so much of a tale life is to tell.

I was reminded by a voice within to share something of extraordinary nature with those who may want to hear or rather read about what I have to tell. As a matter of fact, it is so ordinary to tell stories, to tell tales. What makes it extraordinary is the story, the tale that is being told, and how it is being told.

So here I find myself about to tell something that has been told to me, through visuals and audio I had the advantage of watching and listening on this thing called silver screen. Despite the mostly not-so-positive reviews about the latest local flick, Puaka Tebing Biru, I found myself glued to my seat throughout the slightly over 120 minutes show, watching the actions, feeling the emotions.

Walking out of that hall, I felt of sharing my feeling with others. I am neither a film reviewer nor a critic, yet I enjoy being in another world of its own each time my emotions attach to certain films I watch. What is strange is that I do not make such emotions flow, it just flows. And whenever such happened, I knew that I was actually exposed to a finely made film with a finely told story, and to me, a finely made film with a finely told story is easily a good film. It is another matter altogether if it is an excellent film or the best film. Maybe my expectation is not high? I do have certain expectations though, but at the same time, I try to form my own justice towards the film and the scope and limitations the maker may have had.

So the tale is about a woman haunted by her past. Her best friend was her past. Her best friend's sin was her past sin, only hers was a different kind of sin. Her best friend's suffering was her suffering, again, in her own way. This mix of the story of the woman, her best friend and her best friend’s lover became one through the existence of a ghost. It is a tale about one's mistakes in life and if redemption of the mistakes and sins is possible.

This tale of mistakes and sins are in fact, acts of love. Ratna loves herself that she does not want to suffer and end up like her mother. Ayu loves Mohsin that she gives her all. Even the supporting character like Ratna's room mate, chooses to go through Ratna's suffering because of love.

How strong is the message of love in this film, aptly dubbed as a horror film. Perhaps that is where the mistake lies. The expectation that viewers at large have when they walk into the cinema to watch the film. The title itself promises a horror story. And when expectation is not met, frustration surfaces. To me, it is not the fault of the filmmaker, in this case, the director. It is about expectation and perception. From what I see, Puaka Tebing Biru is a drama of love and sacrifices, told within a context of horror, and this actually makes it one special film, distinguishing itself from a normal horror movie and the usual drama. Perhaps the word "Puaka" could have been omitted from its title, to be merely called "Tebing Biru", literally means Blue Bank - the place that witnesses the birth of love, lust, horror, mystery and all there is to tell in the film.

Because I am not a film reviewer, I am not going to talk film. I am just interested to talk about its contents and the soul that it has within. Very rarely do I find a local film that has a very strong message within its soul, narrated within good visuals, unfolded within interesting plots. Puaka Tebing Biru is an exception. And for this, I salute.

And back to life, I understand that life can be barren. Language is a body of suffering, words the source of pain as they are the way to heal. And here I am, hearing, watching, feeling - is that all? Shouldn’t we exercise our rights to speak our minds? Just so that there is consensus between us all, then there’d be absolute peace in this world. What then? Perhaps then it's not life anymore, for life is a blend of happiness and sufferings, tears and laughter and all other elements that contain within it, without which, there’s no more tales to tell, life can no longer be a play, the world no longer the stage, and we no longer the actors.

If we are no actors, are but just the props?

i am i

It has been five months or so, since my last words are logged in here. So I ask myself, am I a blogger? Am I an author? Am I at all a writer? And I find other questions as answers. So I believe what I read, that life is a mystery, and mystery is life. I further believe that the more I want to know, the more I do not know. The more I discover, the more I conceal. The more I conceal, the more mysterious I become. And I continue to prove on the life and mystery relationship.

So I thought of this phrase, "life works in mysterious ways..."

And I wonder if it is a new phrase after all. I'm sure some may find a familiarity in it, it's like someone may have said it some time some where. Yet that is it. It's always the familiarity that strays us from feeling its meaning. Because some things, some words have been done, have been said over and over, we tend to ignore its substance. I may forget how deep its meaning can be when I hear someone says "I love you" to me over and over again. But I may treasure and remember the one time those three words are uttered to me.

So I am a human being who forgets. My selective memory at times takes over who and what I want to remember although my heart does fight over it most of these times. I do well know there's my brain to play its part, but it has its own agenda. So I must find a way to put my emotions away.

And so I write. As he who sings a singer, he who acts an actor, he who dances a dancer, so is he who writes a writer. When I write I am therefore a writer.

I came to thinking, I am therefore no one special for all of the people I know and do not know in this cyber space with their own blogs are just like me, or rather, I am like them. You may call it a blogger, but they write anyway, so they are writers, just like me.

I ask myself then, should I feel bad that I am no one special? Should I be special anyway? Do I want to be special? Why should I? Why do I? Then I have my answers - 'Is it important that I be special?' 'What do I need to prove by being special?' Of course, those are not real answers. They are questions to some other questions. I later find that what is important is for me to be happy. I don't need to be anybody, I don't have to be anything. I may be a writer, a dreamer, a loser, a winner; but I am I.

leinad (babak 6)

+ Kenapa?

- Rasanya lebih baik kita jadi kawan.

+ Jadi, dah tak sayang abang lagi?

- Bukan begitu.

+ Dah tak sayang lagi?

- Jadi kawan tak bermaksud tidak menyayangi.

Setiap tutur nadanya terus kedengaran ditelinganya. Malah, baunya juga terus melekat dalam sarafnya. Setiap nafasnya bagai mendengus di mukanya. Dia tidak pasti apa perasaan sebenarnya. Apakah itu bermaksud bebanan tanggugjawabnya meringan lantaran dia menganggapnya hanya sebagai kawan? Atau apakah dia sedih lantaran tautan kasih mungkin akan berkurang?

Malas rasanya dia terus bertanya kepada diri sendiri. Alangkah bagusnya jikalau dia dapat membaca apa yang ada di dalam fikirannya. Dia hairan mengapa perlu dia berada di dalam situasi sebegitu. Seakan ada tiupan sangkakala yang bagaikan menguasainya. Apakah istimewanya dia? Peduli apa dia. Yang pasti, dia senang bersamanya.

leinad (babak 5)

Mengapa harus jadi begini? Segala kebaikan bagai dilupakan, lalu zahirlah bermacam kesilapan, yang bagai diciptakan demi memuaskan sedetik perasaan yang mungkin terbit di luar kawalan fikiran.

Dia menyayanginya. Sememangnya dia menyayanginya. Ada harapan kecil di dalam hatinya agar dia mengerti akan kasih sayangnya. Tapi dia hanya boleh berharap, dia tidak boleh menjangka.

Dulu dia tidak begitu, apakah yang mungkin merasuk mindanya? Ah... dia tidak mahu membabitkan sesiapa, menyalahkan sesiapa; tetapi nalurinya begitu kuat berbicara. Bukankah selama ini hanya dia bersamanya? Tanpa kehadiran orang ketiga? Dia menyukai kedua-duanya tetapi nalurinya bagai menolak-nolak dan menidak-nidak. Perlukah dibiarkan naluri bersuara?

+ Jangan fikir yang abang menghalang.

- Saya rasa terkongkong.

+ Niat bukan untuk mengongkong, tapi demi kebaikan. Harus menjadi orang baik-baik, berjaya dalam hidup.

- Saya rasa terkongkong. Tidak bebas. Mengapa saya tidak boleh berkawan dengan orang baru?

+ Jangan salah faham. Bukan melarang membuat kawan, cuma berpesan agar tidak termakan segala kebaikan yang mungkin mengaburkan, yang selalunya datang dari mereka yang lebih dewasa lebih berpengalaman.

- Saya terkongkong.

+ Semua ini demi kebaikan, ya, mungkin ia disalahertikan. Tapi percayalah, semua ini kerana sayang.

- Kenapa mengongkong?

+ Maafkan abang jika itu yang dirasakan. Bukan niat untuk menjadi penghalangmu dalam meniti keremajaan.

Mungkin nanti jika dia tiada, akan berbicaralah seorangan. Akan terus dia berpesan pada dirinya sendiri - Jika hati sejernih air, jangan biarkan ia keruh. Jika hati seputih awan, jangan biarkan ia mendung. Jika hati selembut salju, jangan biarkan ia jadi batu. Moga dia tahu, moga dia tahu, moga dia tahu...

all my love

All my love came to nothing at all, my love When I woke up to find You were no longer mine All my love thrown away after all this time Now there’s no place for me in the future, you see I don’t understand you I’ve done all I can do Tell me how could I give you more More than all my love

racau

Dialog I (dialogku)

Apabila ku berlari, kurasakan begitu perlahan, seakan berjalan. Apabila kuberjalan, kurasakan begitu perlahan, seakan merangkak. Apabila ku merangkak, kuarasakan lumpuh. Pancaroba yang merasuk setiap makhluk bergelar manusia. Mengeringkan perasaan, tandus kemahuan.

Apabila mulutku melafazkan hasrat, hatiku membakar semangat. Apabila bibirku mengucapkan kata, jiwaku membara lara. Inikah dia manusia? Atau hamba? Apabila kupinta dipujuk, apakah aku dikata merajuk? Kalau kumahu membisik, apakah ada yang mahu merisik? Mendengar keluhanku? Luahan yang bukan dari bibir tapi dari hati? Lalu apabila dua birbirku dirapatkan, apakah bermaksud kudiam? Mungkin ungkapan yang terbit dari bibir lebih didengari daripada jeritan batin yang tiada bersuara. Memangnya sering keliru, bukankah ia biasa?

Dialog II(dialog hati)

"Humbankan saja yang terbuku di sini. Hidup lebih penting daripada melayan rasa dan raga. Tiadakah kau kerja lain selain bertutur dengan jiwa? Apakah perlu semua itu? Kau arif bukan? Bahawa suaraku tidak didengari sesiapa kecuali olehmu sendiri? Itupun, kalau kau memilih untuk mendengariku. Usaha khuatir, jangan mengasihaniku, jangan sesekali menaruh simpati terhadapku. Memangnya aku tidak biasa berkata-kata kerana aku selesa dengan hanya berbisik. Padaku, itu adalah biasa."

Dialog III (dialog mata)

"Jarang dapat aku melihatmu. Lebih mudah untuk kumelihat orang lain, mereka yang berdepan denganmu, yang bertutur denganmu. Tidak kira tutur itu daripada apa yang ada pada mereka. Jadi, kubiar saja kau melihat dirimu sendiri. Kau juga tidak pernah berbicara denganku. Kau lebih senang berbicara dengan hati, sedangkan kau boleh melihatku kalau itu yang kau mahu. Pilihan ada pada dirimu. Cuma, aku makrif bahawa segala tindakanmu dikawal oleh hatimu. Mengapa begitu? Mengapa tidak kau biarkan saja akalmu sesekali merawatmu? Bukankah itu kelebihan yang ada padamu? Pada semua manusia? Atau, kau tidak biasa?"

Dialog IV (dialogku)

Ku belajar, ku diajar. Menggunakan arca, menggunakan akal. Memilih antah daripada beras. Agar keputusan tepat dan deras. Cuma, aku tidak lagi percayakan akal, lantaran akal penuh muslihat, sedangkan hati sarat azimat. Maka jangan menyalahkan, sekiranya pilihan atas anganan. Bosanku pada kebiasaan. Bosan pada kebosanan yang biasa. Lalu, kumemilih yang luar dari biasa.

leinad (babak 4)

Baru beberapa hari, tetapi bagaikan beberapa minggu. Biasalah begitu kalau merindu. Hati terus menanti. Kalbu terus menunggu.

- Tapi dia hanya menghubungimu apabila mahukan sesuatu?

+ Kata siapakah begitu?

- Alam dan sekitar biasanya bercerita.

+ Kau aneh.

- Kau rasa ada yang bernama aneh dalam hidup?

+ Pelik.

- Juga tiada.

+ Mengapa begitu bicaramu?

- Kerana yang ada adalah Mungkin.

+ Aku tahu rasanya sama seperti ragaku.

- Menyayangi?

+ Ya.

- Merindui?

+ Ya.

- Mengasihi?

+ Ya.

- Kepastiannya?

+ Tiada yang pasti dalam hidup bukan?

- Harus pandai memilih antah daripada beras.

Benar juga. Sampai bila mahu terus berharap? Sampai mana mahu terus lena? Pasti sampai saatnya juga mata hati harus dibuka. Apakah sayang perlu dibiar melayang? Kasih dibiar pedih?

Ahh... biar terus berteka. Bukankah itu namanya kehidupan? Bukankah kesamaran itu lumrah perjalanan? Dan bukankah perjalanan itu ada akhiran?

the tragedy

Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art. I don't remember who said it, but I do remember reading it somewhere. And so many a man adore youth, for youth is beauty. So what's with beauty and youth if they lack the wisdom? Martin Luther King had said that it would be a good thing if young people were wise, and old people were strong, but God has arranged things better.

People always say that age is nothing but a number. But age is other things too. It is wisdom, if one has lived one's life properly. It is experience and knowledge. And it is getting to know all the ways the world turns, so that if you cannot turn the world the way you want, you can at least get out of the way so you won't get run over.

Perhaps it is a tragedy in life that we get old too soon and wise too late.

leinad (babak 3)

Semalam dia mahukan udang, makanan kegemarannya, makanan laut. Lalu dia membawanya ke tasik itu. Suatu ketika ia begitu masyhur, buainya tidak berhenti berayun, pengunjungnya berduyun. Suatu ketika orang berkayak di situ, berpesta, bersuka-suka dengan keluarga, dengan yang tercinta. Suatu ketika. Kini ia tidak segah dulu, tidak semeriah dulu. Mujur juga ada restoran itu, adalah juga yang mengunjungi tasik itu. Kiranya tasik itu punya perasaan sepertinya, pasti ia sepi. Terus menanti hari meniti. Kiranya tasik itu punya kata-kata, pasti tiada terucap apa-apa. Terus akur bersama pijar-pijar alpa. Kiranya tasik itu punya ingatan, apakah mungkin ia lupakan segala kenangan?

Seboleh mungkin dia tidak mahu terperangkap dalam situasi begitu, yang memestikan dia memberikan jawapan yang kelabu. Merana badan menanggung beban. Menanggung segala sendirian. Baiknya ada kenangan. Mungkin boleh mengubat hati yang rawan bila keseorangan.

+ Puas?

- Puas bang.

+ Mahu ke sini lagi?

- Ke sini kalau nak makan udang. Tapi ke sini bila tak ramai orang.

+ Kenapa? Malu kalau diperhatikan berjalan dengan abang?

- Bukan.

+ Kalau bukan?

- Lebih aman tanpa ramai orang. Lebih ruang.

Sepanjang berjalan di bibir tasik, dia melihat sekeliling, gelap tapi tak kelam, sunyi tapi tak suram, begitu tenang, rasa dan raga terus diselam. Dan kakinya terus memijak rerumput dingin. Basah, mungkin hujan turun siangnya. Subur rerumput itu. Dan dia terus berjalan, sambil berharap agar rumput itu kan terus subur sebegitu walaupun mungkin dipijak , sambil kepalanya mendongak ke langit membilang bintang yang terus berkerdipan.

leinad (babak 2)

He had thought that God gave him you to show him what’s real. That there’s more to life than just how he feels. That all that he’s worth is before his eyes. Though he didn’t know why. Yet you must tell him what you want to do and he will leave it up to you, for he doesn’t want to lose you now, tomorrow, and forever. Yet the two thoughts on either side of this space are merely trying to tell us who we are, but instead it is always the ego talking, always trying to keep itself alive. He may be a dreamer, one who has strong visualisation and highly imaginative, for he who visualises and imagines is a person who is passionate. There is something in him that clings to certain events or things he hears, sees or even experiences. It is the essential of our spiritual being once it is divorced from emotion and intellectual influences.

He is not uneducated, in fact he is, in his own way, intelligent. At times he does feel dumb though. He feels dumber when he starts thinking why fate should bring him to knowing you. He had thought you are a gift. A gift life has to offer. A gift from God. He wanted to be strong so that he could protect you, protect himself. He read and understood that the strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun, it's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.

So he understands the fact of life. That life is a struggle. That life is a survival That life is about reality. That reality is about wrong and right. And that reality does bite.

leinad (babak 1)

Bukan tidak sayang tapi hati berbelah bahagi. Semua ini bagai mimpi. Antara budi antara balasan. Antara cinta antara sayang. Antara ya antara bukan. Betapa jauh kaki melangkah. Berapa lama fikiran bercanggah. Banyak mana detik bersama. Banyak mana igauan menjelma. Dia mahu selamanya. Semuanya. Namun dia manusia yang biasa. Tiada yang istimewa.

Dan dia teruskan langkah. Meniti titi yang kukuhnya tiada pasti. Menyusur masa meninggalkan pengalaman. Harapannya ia abadi dalam kenangan. Tidak luput ditelan zaman. Biar hujan tak basah. Biar panas tak lekang. Biar rendam tak masam. Walang tak muram.

Dia sedar, menilai biar tenang, hati budi perlu diselam, agar tidak terus tenggelam. Dia juga sedar, detik hanya ruang. Kiranya dia hilang, bukan bererti tiada. Sering juga dia gusar, kalau-kalau tersasar. Gelisah, bila dia resah. Takut kalau-kalau dia pergi, terus berlari. Takut kalau kasih sayang tidak lagi subur, harapan terus terkubur. Banyak persoalan belum terungkai. Siapa membelai, siapa dibelai. Dalam diam dia melagukan pantun lama, mengingatkan dirinya agar tidak terus lena - anak kumbang terbang merayap,jatuh tercungap di dalam tangki, hendak terbang tiada bersayap, hendak hinggap tiada berkaki.

the attachment

No one can go back to where he has left. He may turn back, however just to find that it is no longer exactly the same. Seasons change and so do people. It is the ordinary pattern of life that we meet and part, fall in and out, tie and break connections - all around the edges of something, for the edges are always there, at times when we are arriving and departing, and these times, more often they come too swiftly, and unless we seize these brief moments, we may end up missing what should have been a part of us.

And so a coffee maker appreciates the smell of coffee, when his customer craves for its taste. Two people appreciate the same thing differently, but it's the coffee that brings them together. It's the experience of sharing; for we all share some things in common, we share time to live, air to breathe. We share an identity we just never realise for we share passion of all things beautiful.

Looking back, remembering where we met our best friends, we see that many of those friendships emerged in the context of doing something interesting together over time. We went to school together. We worked in the same company. We were members of the same forum maybe, or gather at a teh tarik session.

We may begin with one shared interest and discover others.

It's only when the connection is repeated that a difference is made...

...when days of absence become days of sadness, thus clothing us in sorrow's dark array. And inside us, worry that never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, makes its presence. And little do we realise that it only saps today of its joy. .. Grasp no more than the heart will hold.

the garden - part 2

Maybe it's good to have money and the things money can buy, but it's good too, to check once in a while and make sure that we haven't lost the things money can't buy.

For those who are fortunate to be in a relationship, I suppose that should make them the happiest people, whether or not it's totally complete. When two become one, loneliness is just a vocabulory of the past. And this is happiness, for happiness is not so much in having as sharing. And being happy does not have to mean that everything is perfect but rather, the mutual readiness to look beyond the imperfections. Throughout my life, I have learned that a relationship is like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.

If only I had realised that it's also like a garden... and again, it takes two to tango. But I guess the happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along the way.