July 22, 2009

Let’s not take life for granted, part 3: when death hits close to home…

This time, it’s personal :-(

My Department is mourning the loss of our dear colleague and friend, Mr. Ellyzar IM Adil.

He taught Animal Physiology. Always maintained a close relationship with all students, rarely see him down.

I am sad because I know that he had to deal with a lot of difficult things during these past few years, and I couldn’t really help him.

The various status updates on Facebook are a testimony to his kind heart and gentle manner.

You will be missed Pak Ellyzar. May Allah SWT have mercy on you and your family (ibu Ena, Dika & Dita) be strong to get through this difficult time.

(Al Fatihah untuk Alm. Pak Ellyzar)

July 15, 2009

When something’s no longer fun…

then it’s time to move on.

Seriously.

I’ve always tried not to quit easily, taking each experience as a learning experience, but sometimes, it’s just not worth it.

They say a job worth doing is worth doing well, but the $64,000 question is, is the job worth doing?

When I literally threw up before going to bed after a meeting, I knew it was time to move on.

July 10, 2009

Let’s not take life for granted, part 2: Because they were someone’s father…

Memorial services for the dead are always a reminder about our limitations as human beings. That someday, sometime, we will also join those who have passed before us.

The death of Michael Jackson and the media circus that followed reminded me of another death about a year and half ago.

Former Indonesian president Soeharto, the creator of the New Order, who ruled Indonesia for 32 years, died at the end of January 2008 after a month at the hospital. The (Indonesian) media circus during the month of January 2008 was similar to Michael Jackson, with reporters and trucks and vans camped out in the hospital parking. They hounded the doctors, nurses, and even the visitors.

And when Soeharto finally died, when his oldest daughter spoke through her tears, I cried along with her.Just as a few days ago, I cried along with Paris Jackson.

Both Tutut Soeharto and Paris Jackson reminded me of something… that after all the hoopla, all the attention, all the unhappiness, all the weirdness, that above all that… they were somebody’s father.

They both had children, who cried for them, who loved them unconditionally, who are probably wondering why everyone has an opinion about their father.

And that, my friends, is a valuable lesson in itself. Your father is YOUR father, no matter what people say about him. He loves (or loved) you unconditionally, was willing to move heaven and earth for you, protect you from all the bad things around.

Those who are blessed to still have their fathers in this world (like me), don’t forget to hug them and tell them you love them. And for those who have lost them, say a prayer for them.

Sorry for not being coherent, it’s been tough.

April 7, 2009

Let’s not take life for granted!

A recent disaster, this time nearby my childhood home, made me think about life and we sometimes take life for granted.

Around 34 years ago, my family moved into the university housing complex for teaching staff in a place, where in 1975, was not the most developed place in the world. Sure the houses were relatively big, and we begged my Dad to take the one with the ” extra big backyard” but everything else was, well, underdeveloped. No electricity! No parks! No entertainment nearby!

The only other thing that fascinated us kids was the fact that the complex was sitting on the banks on this large lake called Situ Gintung. The lake was large, and we could see people sailing (members from the Sport Club nearby).

We couldn’t swim there because it was muddy and there were strong undercurrents and whirlpools, and of course there was the urban legend that the lake had an “occupant” with supernatural powers, daring anyone to disturb the lake. For kids, that even was more fascinating and we spent many afternoons playing nearby.

Who would have thought that 34 years later, the lake would be gone?

When I first heard the news that fateful Friday morning, I did not have any idea of the extent of the damage. Well, as the day went on, it became worse and worse.  Many houses were ruined, cars just floated away, and the human casualties way too many :-(

And for me, I felt a part of my childhood was gone too as I saw what was left of the lake. It is now a big mudbank, smelly because of organic material decomposing… I have always thought that the lake is a constant that will always be there, and now?

So basically, what I am trying to say is we should always try to not take our lives for granted, because you can lose everything you have in a mere 15 minutes or less…

You don’t what you’ve got until it’s gone!

January 12, 2009

A Random Act of Kindness…

I was in the middle of writing a paper presentation when I remembered something I witnessed this weekend while stuck in a traffic jam and I think this deserves to be shared here

Anyway…

In Jakarta, the sight of beggars asking for money at traffic jams are a common sight. You can always see them line up every day. Some are even “regulars”, like clock work appearing at a same hour. People believe that some kind of mafia is involved in putting these beggars on the street and so usually, a lot of people ignore them.

Yesterday, I came across a mother-child beggar during a traffic jam. I also noticed, across the street, a young boy (about 12 year old maybe) selling some kind of fried food. The mother then waved and ordered something for the child. He then crossed the street carrying something and gave them the food. What happened next made me want to cry.

The mother started to give the boy some money from her cup to pay for the food, but you know what the boy did? He just waved off the money and crossed back to his “pikulan”, and moved on, walking, continuing his selling. The mother child beggar then proceeded to have their simple meal.

The whole episode made me ashamed of myself. There I was, in my nice car, AC on, songs on the CD, silently complaining about the traffic while this boy, who obviously does not make a lot of money selling cheap fried food, sacrifice a portion of his profit for… a mother-child beggar (who might not even be mother and child?). I wanted to shout out to the boy and pay for the food he gave the beggar but he was quick and nimble on his feet and he quickly faded from my view.

So I slowly moved on too, all the while feeling embarrassed, because sometimes I think too much when giving to the needy when there this young boy who didn’t think twice about giving free food to the needy.

Moral of the story… if you want to give, then GIVE! Don’t overthink your actions. Do what your heart tells you to do.

I do pray that the young boy sold out all his food that day and has enough for his family to eat a decent meal.

Thanks for reading.

November 26, 2008

The Art of Conversation

:::Dusting off the blog:::

:::cough, cough:::

Phew… I’m back.

Well, no promises except for the oft repeated early new year’s resolution “I shall update this blog more often”.

Anywaaay… the musings in my head have been swirling around causing a slight headache. It’s good, though, that means I still have the desire to write.

Topic? The art of conversation.

In an era where people mostly do their communication through email, Yahoo Messenger, Google Talk, texting, and more recently, the addictive Blackberry, having a normal, face-to-face conversation seems so… what, dated?

I mean, sure the hangout places in Jakarta abound, but I noticed more and more people who hang out at places like Citos or Fx crowd around a laptop or hold their phones in their hands. Their talking is most likely to be interrupted by the ping of an text message, or someone buzzing them on messenger.

Which brings me to the question, have we lost the art of conversation? A friend recently confessed to me “I don’t have anything to talk about”.

What’s that? Say again? So, said friend was recently in a situation where she had to entertain a group of people which included someone very close to her. What happened was, during the entire time they were together, there was a lot ‘dead air’ between her and the other person. There were prolonged gaps in the conversation which could not filled. In short she felt like the most uncool, “kurang gaul” person on the face of the earth. Well maybe not the face of the earth (to my friend, if you’re reading, please don’t feel exposed).

Well, this friend is an extreme case. At the other extreme, I have chatterbox friends who can’t seem to stop talking even when I don’t feel like talking to them.

I have been blessed with the gift of having little fear of public speaking. In Indonesia, I’m probably one of those thick-skinned “kulit badak” people who don’t care when they have to stand up in front and blabber about a topic for a period of time (after all, I have to do that with students. Although teacher blabber is now frowned upon since we want the students to be more active, but that’s for another post).

For me, I just try to pluck a topic from things lodged in my brain due to excessive reading.  I read almost anything on print, from Alan Greenspan’s biography to supermarket tabloids (they’re like a car accident, you can’t help but stop and watch). I consider myself like a sponge, absorbing anything from the current economic crisis (I look at my Citbank account and wonder what’s going to happen with what’s little I that have), to microbiology (still in awe of those little creatures we call “bugs”) to TV shows (I can talk for hours about Friends, 24), to the weather, to intl celebrities (George Clooney! Brad Pitt! David Duchovny!). I have to admit, Indonesian celebrities just make me scratch my head with their “I want my privacy” crap. They complain, but when the cameras are off, they do something just for the sake on being on camera again. Sheesh, talk about staying past your 15 minutes of fame.

My point is, when trying to maintain conversations, you need to have a handful of topics on hand. When it’s with somebody you know and care about, it should be easier, since you know the person.

What about if you just met the person? You need what’s called icebreakers. Here’s an amusing example I had with someone, during introductions:

Mr. A, reading my namecard: “So…Sitaresmi?”

Me: “Call me Sita”

Mr. A: “Oooh, like the….loyal wife of Rama?”

Me (in a  fake annoyed tone): “Yessss, the loyal wife of Rama, who set herself on fire when Rama doubted her loyalty…”

B and C (who were listening): “she set herself on fire?????”

And then we went on talking about the legend of Ramayana for about a few minutes, including Mr. A’s story about a current interpretation of Ramayana in which Sita didn’t feel kidnapped by Rahwana, but actually showed interest in Rahwana :-)

Anyway, the above example just shows that it’s important to have topics like culture on hand. I mean, who knew that my name could be an ice breaker???

But, to be fair, the characteristics of a person also determine how the conversation will go. Again, I feel so blessed to have met people from different parts of the world. The way you talk to a Japanese person is different from talking to a German or American. Then there are Indonesians, who still sometimes confuse me eventhough I’m Indonesian myself :-) .

So here are my general rules for maintaining the art of conversation:

1. Establish eye contact.

2. Always try to speak clearly with measured tones. Don’t be too loud or too soft.

3. Here are some good icebreakers: the weather (especially useful in 4 season countries), the traffic (useful in SE Asia), local food and culture (can be applied anywhere).

4. I usually stay away from topics like politics (but the American election this year has been enlightening), the economy (unless it deals with shopping :-) ), sex (fun topic for some Indonesian men, unfortunately, yuck).

5. Be a good listener. This way, you can pick up topics from your conversation partner!

Of course, there is always an “X factor”. With some people, there’s immediate chemistry & you can talk and talk until Starbucks closes, while other people you just think “Ohmigod, I wanna go home” after 5 minutes. Unfortunately, you can’t predict that upfront.

For some, like my friend, having conversations  will take more “practice”, need more interactions with people. But I am sure that there is a hidden chatterbox in all of us somewhere.

This post is dedicated to my long time friend who I have known for 30 years. Do not despair or beat up yourself, just be you and let go!

August 17, 2008

Sooo… this is how people did slide shows :-)!

Just something from my trip to Germany

August 17, 2008

Berbahasa (apapun) dengan baik dan benar 3: Indonesia atau Inggris atau…?

atau an entire different language entirely :-) ?

Ugh, keluar lagi deh si penjahat bahasa yang suka campur-campur ini. Saya tergelitik setelah membaca sebuah posting di blog ini . Saya belum kenalan dengan si empunya blog, who is quite prolific and opinionated (and BTW, if you’re reading this, hello…), tapi “tembakan” beliau lumayan kena nih, hehehe.

Iya, saya termasuk golongan yang lumayan lama terekspos Bahasa Inggris di negeri koloni Inggris yaitu Amerika Serikat (nanti kalau dibilang negara asal Bahasa Inggris, nanti saya ditimpuk Ratu Elizabeth, hahaha. Asal jangan balik ke jaman King Henry, nanti saya dipancung kayak Anne Boleyn. Duh, kebanyakan nonton The Tudors nihh…)

Eh sampai mana tadi? Saya hobi ngomong campur-campur. Saya juga memang termasuk yang lantang bilang ke orang “Eh, kalau baca novel, pakai Bahasa aslinya, jangan baca terjemahan…” soalnya, penerjemah kita terkadang belum bisa menangkap ruh si pengarang (mohon maaf kepada profesi penerjemah). Malah, kalau lagi cape, seringkali merepet pakai Bahasa Inggris. Ngga tahu kenapa, setelan otaknya kali. Moga-moga, tidak dianggap sok pamer ya…

Oya. Sebulan terakhir ini, saya kebetulan lagi sering jalan ke daerah, entah karena tugas atau main, jadi sempat lihat dan dengar berapa hal :

1. Pramugari-pramugari muda di LionAir lumayan bagus lho Bahasa Inggrisnya sewaktu menyampaikan safety procedures. Salut! Now, if they could only repair those broken seats…

2. Channel Surfing di hotel: Ketemu sinetron dengan pemain Cinta Laura.Decided that she is indeed, using the accent as a gimmick. Berharap ada orang yang menyadarkan dia bahwa, nobody is going to take her seriously if she talks like that.

3. Tapi, tapi, keponakan saya bilang “I talk like her Tante Sita…” yes dear, but you’re cute and you’re mine! ::wink, wink:: Ngomong-ngomong, Si keponakan ini baru saja selesai Year-6 di negeri Prince William dan akan masuk Year-7. Sudah mulai belajar English Grammar secara serius. Dan sudah mulai lihat, bahwa di Indonesia, penggunaan Bahasa Inggris masih perlu diperbaiki. Saat kita nonton Ramayana Ballet di Jogja dan dia baca sinopsis dalam Bahasa Inggris, dahinya berkerut. Memang, yang nulis sinopsisnya perlu proofreader. Atau perlu kursus lagi sama keponakan saya, hehehe.

Jadi, di HUT RI ke 63 ini marilah kita berbahasa apapun dengan baik dan benar!

August 2, 2008

Change of Scenery 2

Again a celebrity that I dislike is using my blog template, ugh. So another change of scenery…

August 1, 2008

Yet Another Blog…

Blog lagi, blog lagi…abis gratis sih :-)

Karena saya punya hobi nonton seri TV Amerika, dan banyak seri TV ini dijual (bajakan, tentu), rasanya perlu deh disortir supaya bisa dipisah mana yang oke dan mana yang bisa dilewatkan…

So, mohon jenguk The Depok Couch Potato untuk cerita-cerita tentang TV Amerika. Bilingual (rencananya).

Dan sudah pernahkah menengok The Microbiology Teacher? That’s mine too :-)