Monday, August 25, 2014

Kemala

"Jadi kamu inginnya yang seperti apa La?" tanya Rana.
"Aku ingin dijinakkan Na. Perlahan, hingga aku merasa nyaman dengan orang itu."
"Tapi kamu ngga pernah memberi kesempatan orang lain untuk masuk. Kamu terlalu asyik dengan imajimu dan mungkin kamu jatuh cinta pada sebuah imaji yang tak pernah ada."
Kemala memainkan daun mint dalam gelas di hadapannya. Ia tak tahu harus menjawab apa.
"Kamu mau aku kenalin ngga dengan temanku. Dia juga lagi nyari," sambung Rana.
"Kamu tahu kan Na perasaanku tentang hal itu. Tiap kali aku diperkenalkan dengan orang lain, aku merasa terjebak. Dan biasanya dia akan menganggap aku tertarik, padahal aku cuma mencoba menjadi orang baik."
"Yah, jangankan orang yang baru kenal kamu La. Aku saja meski mengenalmu lebih dari sepuluh tahun masih kesulitan untuk meraba perasaanmu. Kamu selalu terlihat baik-baik saja."
"Mungkin karena itu aku masih belum melupakannya."
"Andre?"
"Iya, dia selalu tahu kalau aku sedang gundah."
"Jadi kamu mengharapkan seseorang yang bisa membaca pikiranmu?"
"Iya Na, hahaha."

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Benci

Tiap kali aku ingin membencimu
tiap kali pula aku teringat ribuan hal manis tentangmu
Mungkin aku harus menyerah
Membiarkanmu berada dalam sejarahku
tanpa benci ataupun cinta
untuk kemudian lupa


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Kemala

Undangan itu tergeletak bersama surat-surat lainnya. Ia tak pernah mengira hari ini akan tiba. Saat ia merasa sudah beranjak namun ternyata hanya diam di tempat. Saat ia merasa lengkap namun sadar semua tak lagi sama. Rangga sudah bukan miliknya lagi. Dan dunia seolah berhenti.

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Children of Gaza


May Allah SWT give them a better place  ...

Sunday, August 17, 2014

The One

Tabir semesta yang belum juga mewujud

Fey

"Lagi ngapain?" Sebuah pesan dari nomor tidak dikenal masuk dalam kotak pesan Fey.
"Sedang mikir harus balas pesan ini atau tidak," balas Fey asal.
"Kamu lucu."
"Kamu ngabisin pulsa :p"

Kangen itu ...

ketika beragam rupa menyublim menjadi satu
ketika ingatan lama tak bisa enyah meski ratusan ingatan baru tercipta
ketika pergi belanja dan teringat barang-barang kesukaannya
ketika kau tak bisa lagi tersenyum saat ia tiada

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Other Side

One of my docents told me that he had been invited by the Army to present his view about the conflict in Mali. Suddenly, he moved from being an outsider to an insider. The question is not only about  being critical but also about being strategical and at the same time, to conserve the idealism. He mentioned that there were many consultancies that were already involved in giving advice for the Ministry but most of them did not know the real situation. So Ferguson (1990) and Mosse (2004) all over again. Wrong approach because of wrong assumptions and consultancy agency talked in the language of the clients (on efficiency in military operation) and not about the real situation in Mali. Different epistemic tradition, where he had to talk to man in uniform with different openness and also a shift in strategy from critical to strategic. 

The discussion related with our earlier discussion about identity and struggle. Identity is always being contested in different situations. There is evil in good things and there is good things in evil. As one of my favorites proverb says 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions.' Being an insider creates an opportunity for greater change but probably it may also change one into a different person via all the negotiations and bureaucratic details. 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Memories

Being in Enschede always stimulates nostalgic feeling. I still remember the first day I was there when one f colleagues picked me up from the station and we went to the office. There was a FC Twente match that day so we had to return home before 4 PM. There many things happened since that day, too much to remember in details. So when I visited the place again yesterday, I was wandering whether my memories betray me or not. And there my friend was greeted me with the same smile as I remembered. In the old days, we shared a journey together to Utrecht and to Delft and we were kind of sharing the same research, so being in Enschede felt right. Time surely change things, but there are also other things that remains the same. The warm feelings, the station and the people, things that feel really familiar like breathing.

Sometimes I play the 'what if' game. I am wondering why my life looks more like a patchwork than a normal blanket where there is always a constant adjustment. But again during my journey, I met many wonderful people who I love dearly. So probably having a patchwork life makes me love more people and teaches me how to love the moment since I'd never now when it's going to last.