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hari ini aku menjadi perempuan berjilbab pink…

Aku dengan jilbab pink-ku. menyenangkan sekali. naik busway, kemudian berjalan sejauh 200 meter di daerah sepanjang Jl. Hayam Wuruk di Jakarta Barat menuju tempat liputanku masjid tua berumur tiga ratus tahun.

Kali ini aku memasuki mesjid ini dengan rasa tenang, karena sebelumnya aku dengan kostum warna-warniku mendapat sambutan yang kurang ramah.

"Mbak kalo kesini pakai jibab!" ujar seseorang begitu melihatku masuk mesjid itu.

dan sekarang aku datang lagi, sambil berkata dalam hati," Okay, ga masalah..here i come again,"

tapi ternyata aku tidak cukup beruntung dengan kostum cantikku. Mereka tetap tidak mengizinkanku masuk, karena dua alasan: aku bukan muslim dan aku perempuan. Mereka menginginkan bahwa yang mengambil gambar di dalam mesjid itu adalah laki-laki, seorang muslim, dan seorang yang berprofesi sebagai fotografer.

What? rasanya ingin marah waktu itu……..
sebenarnya untuk alasan bahwa aku orang bukan Muslim sih oke, tapi karena aku perempuan…f**k m****t xvyzqyxvz…(menarik nafas dalam-dalam)

eitts aku tidak mau marah-marah, aku terlalu bahagia dengan jilbab pink-ku hari ini

dan aku pun juga berhasil menahan emosiku waktu menghadapi orang yang melarangku masuk mesjid. Namanya Adbul Nawi, umurnya 53 tahun, dan dia pun bercerita banyak hal tentang ajaran-ajaran agama, terutama Islam dan  Kristen (sebaiknya tidakkuceritakan disini karena terlalu sensitif)..yeah lumayanlah dia bisa kujadikan nara sumber..dan akhirnya aku pun bisa mengambil gambar di beberapa tempat..yes!!!)

Aku pun pulang dengan senyum melenggang. Tepat di sebuah kaca di depan showroom mobil, aku berhenti sejenak dan melihat diriku sambil berkata: Ika, kamu cantik sekali hari ini…:)

:Untuk Pascal
ya aku salah…memakai jilbab itu ternyata membebaskan: aku terbebas dari panas matahari, debu kendaraan…tapi tentu saja tidak menghalangiku bertukar pandang dengan seorang pria manis berbaju kuning di halte busway…hehehehe!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006
               

Ika Krismantari, The Jakarta Post, Jakarta

The
traffic and the crowds were the same last Saturday evening in the "old
town" area of Kota, but for 52 people on a Komunitas Historia tour, it
was a night to remember.

Mothers escaping routines, a newly married couple, a six-year-old boy,
several teenagers, professionals and history enthusiasts all learned a
great deal about Jakarta’s fascinating history.

"I never knew that in the past, Dutch ships crossed this dirty and
polluted river," said Irwan, 27, pointing to the Kali Besar River,
formerly known as the Groote Kanal, running to the north of the Fatahillah Museum, or the Jakarta History Museum in English. 

An accountant in a medical company from Pulo Gading, East Jakarta, and
his new wife said they took the trip to do something interesting in the
weekends.

   "My friend, who is a member of the (Kota) community, told me about this trip," he said. 

   The couple got people to take many pictures of them using the heritage sites as backdrops. 

Meanwhile, two interested mothers listened carefully to the historical
information provided by the guide. They said taking the tour was more
enjoyable than accompanying their teenage children to malls.

"I have always been curious about where the Dutch colonials punished
the convicts," a 36-year-old mother, Sisie, said. "I told my daughter I
could not accompany her to the mall tonight because I wanted to find
out the answer on this trip."

   The executions, she was later told, were carried out front of the Fatahillah Museum. 

   Accompanied by her sister, Sandra, Sisie said she found the tour fascinating, especially the old Bank Mandiri building. 

   "It’s hard to believe that this beautiful building was once surrounded by water canals," she said. 

The youngest member of the entourage, Bimo, had many questions to ask
to his mother, aunt and the tour guide after seeing men and women
wearing traditional Chinese and Dutch costumes inside the museum acting
as bank employees and customers.

"I’m happy that he came with me. It will benefit him in the future,"
Bimo’s mother, Iis, 38, said. "There is no history subject in the new
curriculum, I hope he learns something on this trip."

   All of the participants said the tour was well worth the Rp 100,000 fee. 

   A 21-year-old woman, Dinar, said she especially enjoyed seeing the Jembatan Kota Intan bridge built in 1628. 

   "This is so much fun compared to going to malls," Dinar, who joined the trip with five friends, said. 

For its next tour, Komunitas Historia plans to trace the legacy of
Pangeran Jayakarta, a former Jakarta king, in Jatinegara Kaung, East
Jakarta.

   More information can be found on the community’s weblog http://www.kpsbi-historia.blogdrive.com or by joining their mailing list at komunitashistoria@yahoogroups.com
               

sudah lama kepingin bertemu denganmu lagi…
setelah sekian lama aku abaikan…

tapi kemarin aku memutuskan untuk mencarimu, karena aku tak kuasa menahan perasaan ini…

setelah menelusuri Jl. Jendral Sudirman yang cukup rumit itu, aku memutuskan belok ke Jl. Bendungan Hilir, tempat aku menemukan dirimu pertama kali…

Ingat kan? waktu ibuku mengenalkanmu pertama kali denganku, aku begitu terpesona denganmu…
dan memang aku tidak pernah melupakanmu..

tapi kecewa diriku, ketika aku ternyata tidak mendapatkanmu disana…mencoba bertanya ke beberapa orang, tapi jawaban membingungkan yang kudapat…
hari itu, aku pun pulang dengan lunglai…

tapi pagi ini, aku terbangun dengan sebuah tekad kuat bahwa aku harus menemukanmu…

dengan rute yang sama, aku selusuri setiap pojok Bendungan Hilir..
dan itu semua tidak percuma..
aku merasa aku melihatmu..tapi benarkah? sebuah perasaan ragu muncul..

aku tak ambil pusing, segera aku hampiri dirimu…

mmmmm..lama aku menunggu disitu, hingga akhirnya kau datang juga…
dan akhirnya..aku yakin bahwa itu memang dirimu…
dengan rasa yang sama, iya semua aku ingat, rasa mie yang begitu khas, pangsitnya, bahkan saosnya..aku mengingat bagaimana ibuku, di jam makan siang,  meramumu sedemikian rupa dengan limpahan saos, sebelum akhirnya memasukkannya ke mulutku..Aku ingat itu, ingat benar rasa itu..

Dan aku pun menemukanmu…

tiba-tiba merindu hujan…
tepat empat tahun yang lalu di bulan Juni, aku bilang kepada seorang teman…"aku kangen hujan, pengin hujan datang,"

dia hanya diam.

setahun kemudian, dia datang kembali dan memberi ku kaset puisi lagu Sapardi Djoko Damono yang salah satu lagunya tentang hujan bulan juni…

kangen hujan, kangen kamu, kangen jogja…

Sudah hampir lebih dari setahun, aku kembali tinggal di kota ini…tapi masih saja aku terpesona dengan keajaibannya…

Sehabis meliput di sebuah hotel di bilangan Slipi, aku meng-sms ojek cintaku untuk segera menjemputku:iyah…kami janjian makan siang.

Tak sadar, ternyata batere-ku waktu itu low-bat..duh gawat, nih!
Bagaimana dia bisa tahu aku berada di mana yah?

Aku pegang hp-ku erat, memastikan bahwa layarnya tetap hidup
"Semoga saja  aku masih bisa mengirim satu sms kepada ojek cintaku tentang dimana posisi menungguku" harapku.

Tetapi bukan segera mencari posisi yang strategis, aku malah berbincang dulu dengan tukang kembang api dan penjual kura-kura di pinggir jalan.

Setelah melihat, bertanya, menawar, dan akhirnya tidak membeli..aku menyadari: layar HP-ku tak menyala lagi..duh!

Bingung sekejap, aku pun melihat sekeliling…kepada siapa aku minta tolong? Gila di tempat seramai ini, bagaimana ojek cintaku menemukan daku?

Usaha pertama "Mas, saya boleh minta tolong pinjam HP-nya ga?"
Mas1: "Wah, saya gak punya pulsa nih,"
Aku: "Bukan gitu, saya pinjam hp-nya aja nanti pakai kartu saya,"
Mas1: "Wah ga bisa mba, lihat deh Hp saya" dan dia pun menunjukan HP tahun jebot Nokia 5110 yang sudah diplester di sana-sini…Okey, i’ll take that as an answer…sambil tak lupa berkata terima kasih tentunya.

Usaha kedua: "Mas bisa minta tolong hp saya baterenya habis, saya bisa pinjem pesawatnya aja?"
Mas2: "Wah, saya gak punya hp, mbak!"
Aku: …speechles…

Usaha ketiga: "Mas bisa minta tolong hp saya baterenya habis, saya bisa pinjem pesawat mas?"
Mas3: wah, saya gak bawa hp, mending mba minta tolong ama bapak itu…
meski aneh karena di kantongnya ada benda berukuran seperti hp, aku pun dengan sopan menjawab, "Ah, nggak mas, bapaknya lagi nunggu bis saya takut dia buru-buru,"

Setelah 3 lelaki, akhirnya tibalah giliranku meminta tolong kepada perempuan berbaju pink (sebelumnya aku masih dengan teori: bahwa akan mudah bagiku seorang perempuan (cantik hehehehe) meminta tolong kepada para lelaki, tapi tiga lelaki itu  meruntuhkan teoriku)

Usaha4: "Mba, bisa minta tolong  hp saya baterenya habis, saya bisa pinjem sebentar hpnya untuk meng-sms seseorang,"
And yes!!! kali ini berhasil, yang lebih hebat lagi dia bahkan memberikan pulsa satu sms padaku, karena dia juga sedang terburu-buru jadi lebih baik mengirim sms lewat dari hpnya saja ketimbang membongkar pesawatnya untuk memasukkan kartuku.

SMS pun terkirim. Tak sampai sedetik tiba-tiba seorang tukang kue mencolekku," Mba dicari tuh,"
Oh ya ampun ojek cintaku…
"Wah, sudah dikirim mba?" "Iya sudah"jawabnya "Wah makasih yah mbak ternyata udah dateng orangnya…"

dan…aku pun tersenyum…

sesampai ditujuan aku mengsms mbaknya lewat Hp ojek cintaku yang ternyata menerima sms darinya "Mba, ini ika lagi, saya mau mengucapkan terima kasih atas kebaikannya, Tuhan berkati"
dan beberapa menit kemudian ada sms masuk "Iya sama-sama, God bless you too,"

buat ojek cintaku: wah kamu memang hebat, tahu benar dimana diriku berada…;)

                           Ika Krismantari
The Jakarta Post, Jakarta

Nala, 23, has a simple wish for his love life: He wants people to know that he has a girlfriend whom he dearly loves.

   To Nala, graffiti helps him demonstrate his love and so he writes the name of his loved one "Frea" on public walls. 

"Tonight, I want to make it (the graffiti) on the wall of Grogol
overpass, in front of our campus. I want her to see it tomorrow as a
gift for our second anniversary," Nala told The Jakarta Post before executing his mission. 

That night at midnight, Nala with four other graffiti artists headed
for their targeted location to execute their mission: actualizing their
existence on the walls of Jakarta’s public spaces.

"To exist is the experience graffiti artists are after. Existence is
the only reason why we are doing all these things," said one of Nala’s
graffiti buddies Ones, 25.

In Jakarta, graffiti has found its niche on the walls of public spaces;
such as on overpass’ pillars and walls along underpasses.

In 2001, in line with the JakArt@2001 program the overpass in Kuningan,
South Jakarta and underpass in Ramawangun, East Jakarta were
transformed by murals and graffiti.

Since then, graffiti has becoming a part of the face of Jakarta and
more blank walls have been turned into colorful paintings.

   However, Ones said he has seen the rapid growth of graffiti in terms of volume, but not quality. 

"Today, not only junior or high school students but almost everyone
wants to make graffiti for their own reasons, either personal or
political," said Ones, who started as a graffiti artist in 2001,
referring to writing with political messages, such as "arrest
corruptors", "say no to fuel hike" on public spaces.

"It is fine with me because everybody has the right to express his or
her feelings, but what disappoints me is that they all tend to neglect
the quality and have no sense of art. It is simply messy writing on the
walls," Ones said.

   Jakartans are not as excited as they used to be when they see a bunch of boys and girls busy making graffiti. 

"Two years ago, when we were making graffiti, a lot of people stopped
to watch the process but now there are none," Ones recalled.

   "The artists, including me, have the same feeling, when I see new graffiti, I just don’t care anymore." 

"I don’t blame those amateurish artists but what they are doing doesn’t
seem right. We want to entertain, not irk people when they look at our
graffiti," Ones said. "We have a commitment and standards to make
graffiti an artwork."

To implement the commitment and share the standards among Jakarta’s
graffiti artists, Ones and friends decided to establish a group –
comprising graffiti clubs such as Artcoholic, Morden, Elastic,
Fantastic, Sam — under the Web site www.tembokbomber.com in 2004. 

"Through our Web site we can share information about a lot of things,
including the latest graffiti art and new techniques," Ones said.

"From the site, I also found out that someone has imitated my graffiti.
They are making graffiti which is similar to mine," Ones said, who puts
the signature "yeah" on his works.

   "I don’t mind people being inspired by my works but it also means there will be less room to express our art," he said. 

   Therefore, he added, the Web site also provides information on vacant walls that can be used. 

"We do hope that someday the Jakarta administration will legalize our
activity and provide us with spaces to make graffiti because what we
are doing is simply beautifying the face of the city with our colorful
artwork," Ones said, adding that the artists were still working at
night to avoid encounters with public order officials.

Ones highlighted that graffiti was not a form of vandalism. "We always
ask people whether or not they mind it, if they do, we will erase it,
he said,"But so far, there have not been any complaints about our
graffiti,"

   He added that the administration needed to change their perception of graffiti to turn to Jakarta into a beautiful city. 

"Look what happens in Europe and other countries, they give special
spaces for artists and writers to express their feelings, but here,
officials do not know how graffiti can support the government’s drive
to make the city a better place," Ones said, citing a case in 2001 when
the Jakarta administration painted over graffiti under Kuningan
overpass only two weeks after it was done.(09)