Friday, January 20, 2017

Raden Panji (Part Three)



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On that phone call, I was given a title of Raden Panji by him. As a Lord of Bangkalan, he felt that he had a right to give that nobility title to me, one of his nephews in Java. He also invited me to visit Bangkalan, the land of our ancestors. I had promised him to visit his house in Pangeranan at Bangkalan District, but I haven’t gone there yet. But I still have a willing to come to meet Uncle Hamid and his family on Bangkalan.


From that time on, our relationship become very close. We’ve made phone calls each other telling about ourselves. I also had been taught a little Madura language by Uncle Hamid. It was Bangkalan dialect. But when I had met sate madura seller and I tried to communicate with him in Madura language, we had some difficulties in understanding each other. Apparently, the language had been taught by Uncle Hamid was honorific forms of Madurese. Seldom people are using it right now. And I had learned it very little bit. But little by little I could also perceiving uncle’s conversation. I had also been introduced some of Madura’s philosophy of life.


My first day as a Raden Panji was very hard for me. My straight-super-ordinate, the sales manager representative, Mr. KH had got very angry with me as I checked the stuff so many times. I worked as an Inventory Control at that Aussie company. The director had given the list of stuff which would be delivered to the customer many times with the same Purchase Order. Whenever he gave me the PO, he ordered me to check and prepared the stuff. And I always found disparity between the stuff which would be delivered with the PO which had been printed and given to me. Mr. KH had been being very angry as I had been preparing the stuff which never been completed yet. And it had been happened from that time on.




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(Picture is property of R Abdul Hamid Mustari)

Insight Yang Terlambat

Datangnya insight itu kadang-kadang terlambat. Memang perlu proses seh...apalagi mempunyai ambisi untuk buzz blog seperti aku ini misalnya. Insight bisa tertutup sesaat.

Mestinya memang melakukan tag pada teman-teman itu sekalipun sudah minta ijin yah dilakukan sesekali saja. Jangan terlalu sering. Mereka bisa jeleh juga lihat ituuu terus di dindingnya.

Mmmmmmhhhhh,...iya deh. Ambisi ya ambisi. Tidak salah orang punya ambisi tertentu. Tapi sense harus jalan juga. Teman-teman itu tidak akan tega bilang terus terang kalau mereka jeleh lihat tag-ku terus-menerus di dindingnya.

Raden Panji (Part Two)



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As child, of course I had very deep untold impressions about this family. It was a paradox contradiction which very difficult to understand by my childish minds. They were a noble family, weren’t they? They were an aristocratic family, weren’t they? But I was just wondering, why did they earn money to life with hanging papers and magazines at the porch of their boarding house? Something that wasn’t nice to be seen and provoking jerk in pejorative ways. It’s not provoked sympathy of that family but jerk indeed.


Therefore, it could be understood why I write this blog with a huge ambiguity feeling, couldn’t it? Have a trace of a noble ancestry and had been strengthened it with certain title have no certain privileges nowadays, although it’s merely for getting girlfriends easily.


That day was the day I entered the third month I’d been working at an Aussie company on Jakarta. The date would be 5 or 14 July 2011. It was not usual than before, I want to do sunnah fasting, sunnah means that the religious services would be optional, but meritorious if performed. It was coincidentally Monday. I had woken up before dawn, and I didn’t know the reason why I want to wear Batik shirt. It was not usual since three of us at the office only wore Batik on Friday, me, Mr. KH and the secretary. The Director, the office boy and the security never wore Batik, even on Friday. We were six altogether on the office, or seven if a representative from Australia had come.


After had taken a bath, I really want to wear Tanjungbumi Batik, that shirt used to be my father’s before he died. It was a present from his colleague. Before have proliferated as we’ve seen currently, Madura was divided into West Madura and East Madura. East Madura consisted of Sumenep and Pamekasan, wherever West Madura consisted of Sampang and Bangkalan. Tanjungbumi, one of Madura’s Batik center, was a region of Bangkalan district. Another Madura’s Batik center was Pamekasan. Therefore, about Batiks, West and East Madura have their own representatives.

After had a dawn praying, I had a phone call from my uncle on Bangkalan. Uncle Hamid is my mother’s cousin. He is a Madurese. If only Madura Kingdom hadn’t been dispersed after independence of Indonesia at 1945, he would be a Lord of Bangkalan. He’s the descendant of Prince Cakraningrat, the king of Madura, from his father’s tract. My uncle’s mother was my grandfather’s older sister. Therefore, I wasn’t a Prince Cakraningrat descendant.




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(pict by Iwan J Prasetyo)

Raden Panji (Part One)




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To be honest, I’m writing this blog with a basically deep in heart uncomfortable. Currently is an information century. Ideas are invented, developed and further spreading around quickly, beyond our boundaries of imagination, which conscious or unconscious, we’ve been determined for ourselves. In this information era, people doesn’t mesmerized with a charm like titles, or names, although only a barely title which show that someone was a descendant of some nobility person in the past. Prides of ancestry or something like that perhaps just only make ridiculous impressions for others. Now isn’t the Stone Age anymore.


In my childhood, I ever myself looked over this subject and had a deep impression about it. That time, in Klaseman, a neighborhood we’ve lived in, we had a neighbor which already moved in from another town. This family consists of a father, a mother and their children. In my memory, if I haven’t mistaken, some of their children were teenagers, some of them were on the early age of elementary school, and one of them was still a baby.


This family had curved their household name near the entrance door. Obviously put up the name of the household which lived there, R. Hidayat. R was an abbreviation of Raden, a nobility title on Javanese custom. It was not clear about the occupation of this Mr. R. Hidayat, but it was obvious that this family needed food and fund to their children’s education.


In feeding their life, Mr. R. Hidayat opened a small newspapers and magazines store at the porch of their house. It was a slum and lusterless store. They hanged tabloids, newspapers and magazines at some string of plastic rope. There was Jakarta-Jakarta magazine which was very trendy those years, some female-magazine like Femina and Kartini and some children-magazine such as Si Kuncung and Ananda. I had ever looking for Kawanku magazine at their store. This kind of children-magazine was very difficult to find in my neighborhood. Mr. R. Hidayat promised me to find it and he demanded me to pay in advance. It was charged fifty rupiahs more expensive than cost written on its cover. He tried to find the magazine I needed at a newspapers agency near Universitas Merdeka, around Dieng Street if I haven’t mistaken. Could you imagine that,…? For merely fifty rupiahs benefit he was willing to swell cycling from his house to Dieng Street and return back to his house.




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(photograph by Astungkara Wiguna)

Monday, January 16, 2017

Meneladani Bapak Presiden

Mengikuti sepak terjang netizen di media sosial saat ini menjadi banyak belajar juga. Bagi sebagian netizen apapun yang dilakukan Presiden Jokowi adalah salah. Karena itu bisa diupayakan sebagai bahan gurauan. Tapi kayaknya jalannya pemerintahan tetap lancar dan upaya pembangunan tetap berlangsung.

Aku sendiri menderita bipolar karena konflik dengan dosen jaman dahulu kala. Menderita salah satu jenis gangguan jiwa berat ini jelas tidak enak. Tidak ada seorangpun yang menghendaki menderita penyakit ini. Namun rupanya bagi orang lain ini bisa dijadikan bahan banyolan. Sekalipun sebenarnya tidak empan papan.

Aku 'ittiba Presiden Jokowi aja deh. Shit dengan semua ledekan. Jujur saja sebenarnya itu menyakitkan. Tetap beraktifitas seperti biasa. Jokowi diledek juga tetap bekerja.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Renewable Energy, Challenges and Opportunities



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Every day, even in every second we deal with energy. We perform daily activities with energy. Open a message or send a message through our smartphone requires energy. Our virtual life in social media also clearly requires energy. Similarly, when we drive, obviously it requires energy. Unfortunately, the energy we need everyday are mostly derived from conventional energy sources that are less environmentally friendly. Most still use fossil fuel to generate energy as well.


Negative Impacts to Our Environtment


The utilization of fossil fuel has a great deal of impacts on the environment. Surely you already know or even experts on this matter. The influence of the use of conventional energy (in the form of fossil fuel) having resulted on extreme weather changes in the world. Pollution from fossil fuel power generation have been resulting this global warming. Global warming or the growing temperature of our environment or surroundings results extreme weather change on our world.


It's not all. Utilization of conventional energy resources lead acid rain that pollutes the environment. Many species can not stand the increased acidity of the environment as a result of acid rain. They eventually die, even extinct as well.


Oil spills in oceans also pose a problem for the preservation of life. Often world environmentalists rescue animals from the oil spill on the ocean to save it's life. Indeed, we should be grateful for environmental organizations and activists like this. Otherwise, future generations will have only heard the name of a particular species that live in the past.


Challenges and Opportunities


Nowadays, attention to renewable energy being increased as well. That's because more and more people are aware of the importance of a healthy and clean environment. Conventional energy is indeed more practical, in a sense easier to use. However, should we consider that it is because the development has done hundreds of years ago. At that time, awareness of the preservation of the environment has not been as it is now. From now on, we should indeed do efforts to develop more efficient technologies for utilizing renewable energy.


As ordinary people who care about the environment, we certainly hope that people increasingly find how to use energy more environmentally friendly. Hope lies in renewable energy. How to keep increasing the effectiveness of their utilization for example. Similarly, about the performance as well. Or how to make it more accessible. And eventually people do not hesitate to use them in everyday life.




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(pict by Astungkara Wiguna)

Monday, January 2, 2017

Talun Traditional Market's "Rujak Cingur"

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This was the most delicious Rujak Cingur I’ve ever tasted YBC-A10P DT-387J . Rujak Cingur is a sort of salad with seasoning paste. This dish is typical because in addition of the paste, it presented with cingur as well. Cingur is cattle’s lip treated in a certain way. Surprisingly, I found the most tastiest East Java dishes in the Talun Traditional Market, one sub-district on Blitar. Not in Malang or Surabaya, nor on Bangkalan.


Problem in Cingur Processing


The problem for most of the rujak cingur’s tradesmen or tradeswomen is processing cattle’s lip into cingur. Most sellers don’t know the art of cingur processing. Therefore, cingur on their rujak tend to tough indeed and hard to chew. Like eating rubber flip-flops as well.


Correctly Cingur Processing


In this place however, that condition haven’t had happened. The Rujak Cingur’s tradeswomen here know how to process it correctly. Namely the cow lips soak beforehand in grated pineapple mixed by fresh water as well. You should estimate how long the time it’s been soaken yourself. Do not let cingur be overcook.


In the past, the tradeswoman here thought me as one of her old friends on Talun’s Elementary School which never met for a very long time. Of course, false it was a false allegation because I completed my elementary education in Malang, a larger city and just sixty seven kilometers from Blitar.


It was natural if I presumed so. My face was distinctive Blitar guys facial. What we looked like ?. Yaaaahh, … just so, … something like Ir. Sukarno good looking face, Indonesian first proclaimer. Ahahahaha …..






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