Family , Outside World
Yesterday in Indonesia, many doctors (as in medical practitioners) were on strike to show sympathy towards one of their peers who was sentenced for imprisonment due to malpractice accusation…or something like that. One of the consequences was that many patients did not get immediate treatments. People in social media, I believe, talk about this issue, as noisy as what can be expected from social media (although I am quite lucky for my decision years ago to only select a few whom I will view regularly, so the noise I received is reduced to some extent). But that’s all that I know. Actually, to be honest, I do not in general have any interest on the issue, since [it has little to do with me], and even if so, I cannot think of how I can contribute to solve the problem.
Except for one thing.
My mother is a psychiatrist, and somehow I have a little feeling that those who cursed the doctors yesterday also cursed my mother. I was thinking of calling her, but my father called me first, so I used that occasion to talk to my mother, whether she and her colleagues joined the strike, how it was doing in the hospital, etc.
Well, I don’t want to write too much here about what she said, but I was glad that she was OK.
Music , Outside World
Have you ever had moments which you feel you have been familiar with and often experience, but once you give a bit of further thought, you realise that you actually have not been, and the explanation seems to surprise you? I had it a few times in the last few years. Here I want to share how I re-understand two songs, oldies songs, which as a child I heard quite often from the radio, but didn’t really comprehend.
I used to think that this is the song you want to sing when you are making resolutions, that this is my way, who cares about your way. But that might be more appropriate for [this My Way], while this My Way is about getting old and having peace with your imminent death, that while you had regrets in the past, all in all you feel satisfied with your life. It has that feeling to be a song for the final victory, a calm victory, that you have overcome all the obstacles in the life when you were younger. This is the kind of song which I want to sing meaningfully when I am old. Now that I mention it, I have been listening to this song a couple of times in one day, and I feel like I am 75.
“Green Green Grass of Home”
At a glance, this seems to be about how beautiful your hometown is, the nostalgia you experience when you reminisce your village and the green grass in your yard. Well this song does say about those things, but with a twist: that it is impossible for the singer to visit his home again, as he is about to be executed, and he could only wish that after he dies, his remain is to be buried there. Come to think of it, while my hometown is just right here, I have never been to the city I grew up in for over 15 years now, and I am looking forward to seeing it again.
Outside World , Sports
I’ve been closely following badminton tournaments for two years and a half now and I realised two things.
- Good western players can have very long careers. Peter Gade played regularly until 35, Robert Mateusiak is still active in 37, and I was shocked to see that Charmane Reid is 40 and still keeps on marching!
- China dominates badminton
with [a twist], but that is another story. However, Chinese athletes often have very short careers. I used to see Chen Jin in top tournaments just 1-2 years ago, but now not anymore. I fail to witness Wang Lin’s golden age, and I just realised that there were top young players named Lu Lan and Zhu Lin, who went out of radar probably around the 2008 Olympics.
My Experience , Poem , Reflection
At this very night
I would like to cherish every single moment
and say to the other me in the mirror,
“You have done a great job today.
You have been mean,
you have done justice.
You are the baddest;
you are the man.”
For not only have I been cruel and fierce today,
but I have also beaten my utmost insecurity
In every single aggravated heartbeat
breathes the monster of hatred.
I am the exact opposite of Nightcrawler.
I am a sinner with a naive face.
A thief with intellectual look,
a cynic with flowery tongue,
a laughing murderer.
I defy the God and the gods
and all the commands in the books
and ridicule those who worship.
In every man’s heart is an angel and a demon.
Tonight is the demon’s victory.
But the time has come for us to end the night
and revive the angel in the next morning.
The demon would now return to its lair
in the deepest part of the heart
and rise again on the next glorious day.
When is exactly that day, nobody knows.
Only the demon knows.
But one thing we can be assured of.
Signs will tell.
Just posting a poem I made some time last month.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
I am you and what I see is me
“Echoes”, Pink Floyd
Ever since [Difo introduced me to this song], I have always been fascinated at these particular lines. It became apparent to me years ago that while in 2D it is easy for line segments to intersect, it is not so in higher dimensions. And I see human being as multidimensional being. We are not only physically 3D being, but our characteristic, behaviour, decisions, etc affect our position at a particular time. So for two strangers to pass in the street and have their separate glances meet, it requires a big deal of coincidence, and as I believe in the existence of God (you may agree or disagree), there is God’s work in it.
So starting from this day, I will try to forget a lot of things I fear and make a real effort. I have a good intention, so I should have my confidence. However it will end, it is to be dealt with later.
Adventure , Fiction
Before I started my journey,
when I was much younger,
I ran away from home
leaving for a wadi in the middle of desert
rumoured to be a gold deposit
abandoned by people of the past
Well I was young
so I prepared not much
and bandits did roam the place
where the gold deposit was actually non-existent
and the lore was all a lie.
Enough to say that I was once beaten and abducted
And my whole village people had to attack the bandit’s lair and rescue me
Once home, I cried
But Father and Mother didn’t scold me
They were happy that I reached home safely
It is a scar I still carry even today
I am scared
What if Murrakus is not like what I thought?
What if it is actually a filthy place?
What if all the promises are all lies?
My journey will be a waste!
So I opened a letter my Father wrote to me
shortly before he passed away.
“The reason why I named you Akbar
is so that you become a great person.
Go to every corner of the Earth,
and conquer prosperous territories Iskandar never had.”
The night is late
I should sleep soon.
Nearing the misterious city in al-Naqab
Year 521, probably the seventh moon
Music , Outside World
I am indebted to [Lia] for introducing this Korean band to me. They are probably the first Korean band I like ever. So far three songs have attracted my ears.
Novabossa (which Lia posted on her Facebook account)
Romeo and Juliet
OK, that’s all.