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Sunday, April 21, 2013

KARTINI


Kartini’s Dream and Indonesian Women Today

Raden Ajeng Kartini stands out among the other heroines in Indonesia. There is also a red-letter day to commemorate related to her action. Why so special about her? Did she fight against the colonials at the battlefield just like what Cut Nyak Dien did? Why was she called as a heroine? What did she fight for? Raden Ayu Kartini also known as Raden Ajeng Kartini was a Javanese aristocrat, a daughter of Regency Chief of Jepara, named Sosroningrat. Since she was a descendant of nobility family, she was allowed to attend Dutch colonial schools but forced to quit at the age of twelve. The prevailing regulation had all teenage women secluded at home. They were prohibited to leave their home until they were married and transferred to their husband. Fathers pressured their daughters to marry early according to ones economic and social place. Who a woman married defined her after she left her father house. Raden Ajeng Kartini was raised in intellectual and wealthy family. Owing to intelectual inclination, Raden Ajeng Kartini became the one among other peers at her age who mastered Ducth language both written and oral. In the confinement of her solitude, Raden Ajeng Kartini spent her time just to read and to write. Because of her competency in Dutch language, she found it easy to devour all magazines, newspaper, books written in Dutch. By doing so, Kartini’s political views and feminist ideas were built gradually. She also began to make contribution to Dutch women's magazine 'De Hollandsche Lelie'. In the midst of her seclusion, Raden Ajeng Kartini corresponded with her Dutch friends about many subjects, primarily the discrimination against women. To cut a long story short, Mr J. H. Abendanon, the Minister for Culture, Religion and Industry in the East Indies, compiled the letters that Kartini had sent to her Dutch friends and published into a collection titled from From Darkness to Light.
The Kartini's letters collected by Mr J. H. Abendanon were initially her dreams of Javanese woman emancipation to obtain legal equality under a feudal and Javanese tradition that restricted females getting their rights to yield higher education. She told in her letters that these Javanese women, the daughters, the young girls, the wives, and the mothers struggled to break free from the boundaries of the patriarchal system. Because of in the patriarchal and colonial contexts, women were always subjugated and treated as second class citizens. Protesting against the polygamy, enlightening motherhood, people's welfare and family obligation were also conveyed in her writing. She felt very concerned about her society. She saw that the condition of Javanese women at that time was execrabel. The lack of freedom, discrimination and seclusion had haunted all over Javanese women. Raden Ajeng Kartini wanted gender quality & cut down the dominant male-centric of Indonesia society. That women can be independence,  have the right to choose what they would like to be, do what they want to do hence none can urge to do this and that. Nevertheless, her struggle became contradiction when she married to a man who already had three wives and made her abandoned the dream of getting education in Europe. In spite of the marriage, it didn't stop her from fighting for achieving women's rights. His husband fully supported her passion for opening schools for women regardless of their social status.
Raden Ajeng Kartini is now acknowledged as a precursor of women’s right and emancipation. Only with paper and pen, she struggled for the discrimination against women. A radical breakthrough that still shows feminine side of a rebellious woman. She pointed out the warfare against inequity in a beauty way. She represented a nationalist figure who inspired most of Indonesian women.
Behind the awesomeness, tenderness and gracefulness that women have, there is amazing power that could change the world. Kartini had proved it century ago. She didn’t need sharped bamboos, spears to struggle in the battlefield. She didn’t need a single weapon to eradicate colonialism in Indonesia. She only needed her visions, her thoughts to resist and overthrow opressive Javanese tradition. She is truly indegenous prominent Javanese woman who’s brave enough to speak up her mind about everything she saw in her surrounding.
More than a century after her death, the changes that Indonesian women have seen and been affected by Kartini’s letter have been phenomenal. Indonesian women now have gained remarkable achievement in politics, in the work force, in the household and many others. There has been once in a lifetime of Indonesian history that woman participated in politics and run the country. She is Megawati Soekarnoputri, a daughter of Indonesian proclamator and the first president of Indonesia. In the work force, there are many Indonesian women who took the lead in their careers as entreupeneurs and as executives for State-Owned Enterprises like Karen Agustiawan, the director of Pertamina. In certain sectors, Indonesian women have also outpaced their male counterparts and closed the gap between males and females in the work force. They succeeded elevating women’s position equal to men and according women’s power in public life, diplomacy, and other structures. Kartini’s boldness has definitely changed the prespective of women in yielding education. With higher education, the opportunities for women yielding better jobs are greater than ever before. Also, it has widely affected Indonesian women today to become more courageous and independence. They have guts to select their spouse without intervention their parents, to choose their own path through life like determining what they would like to be and pursuing their dreams.
Beside Indonesian women now are making outstanding contributions to the progress of modern society, the status of Indonesian women has been greatly improved as well, particularly the role of women in the household. Whether you expect a baby or not, whether you choose to be a full-time mother who responsibles for the needs of the whole family or to be a career woman.
The Indonesian Women have come a long way but they keep facing a number of challenges to gaining political and social economic equality with men. There are still differences in the way women are treated. It relates to a women's social status, educational background, ethnicity, the place in which they live and the economy of the district. The problems of poverty, of discriminatory laws, and of sexual assault still remains for Indonesian women.
After all, Raden Ajeng Kartini was short-lived. She passed away at the age of twenty five, whilst giving birth to her first son. As a mother, she’s a genuine heroine. She sacrified her life in order to keep her son alive. Though she didn’t live long, her spirit and enthusiasm still keep alive and Kartini holds a special place in the history of Indonesia Nationalism.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Jika aku seorang jagal, aku ingin dia mati.

tak harus bernafas dari oksigenku
tak harus berfikir dari ingatanku
tak harus melihat dari pandanganku
tak harus bersembunyi dibalik bayanganku
terhadap raga yang tak lagi menjaga
terhadap jiwa yang kini mendua

mereka teriak, aku yang malang

Semua bergerak berlalu-lalang
mereka teriak, aku yang malang


Semua hentaman, suara berbisingan, musik dimainkan, aku kesepian


Merah, kuning, hijau, berbinar cahaya menyinari suka cita
menyemarakkan malam sebait lagu
tapi aku tau, aku kelabu


Semarak bola semakin menggema, disetiap sudut menggaung waka-waka
meskipun malam sedikit berkabut, semangatmu semangatku tak akan pernah surut


Mereka melihat dari bawah berlanjut keatas turun ke perut
aku tau aku gendut, tak usah seperti itu menunnjukkan raut


Aku mendengar walau samar-samar, mereka menyanyar, mereka tertawa dan tak perlu bayar,
karena aku badut pasar?


Hey, aku jangar!! boleh aku menyamar?
Aku si burung camar. terbang melayang, bertautan dengan si beruang
aku sorong ke kiri. mangkir melarikan diri
tak akan ku sorong ke kanan, karena aku kecapean, dan berhentilah penantian
Aku berdiri dan mulai bernyanyi: "stop and stare, i think i move on but i go nowhere"


SEKIAN

Monday, August 1, 2011

tersakiti dikhianati

saya seharusnya sudah terbiasa dengan ini
tersakiti
dikhianati

saya seharusnya sudah sangat mengenal kata ini
tersakiti
dikhianati

saya seharusnya sudah memaklumi karena
tersakiti
dikhianati

saya seharusnya sudah menganggap ini biasa
tersakiti
dikhinati

saya seharusnya bisa memaafkan atas diri
tersakiti
dikhianati

dan

saya seharusnya sudah bisa melupakan yang
tersakiti
dikhianati

meskipun yang tersakiti adalah dikhianati

pintu hati

Terkunci sudah pintu hati
tak ingin mengganti tak ingin pula tersakiti
Ukiran janji membingkai elok pintu hati
biarkan melekat tak ditepati

Sepasang sayap terbang menghampiri
mendekap erat sang pintu hati
rapat
tertutup
mengunci diri

pintu hati pun kini bersayap
setidaknya ia mampu terbang
menjelajah semua yang ingin ia kunjungi
namun pintu tetap terkunci
tetap tertutup
tak ditepati

sayap itu melambungkan pintu ke angkasa
menggapai cita-cita
mendapat semua yang ia pinta
tapi pintu berdiam
tak berkata sepatah kata
atau sekedar mengedipkan mata
ia hanya ingin dibuka
dan ditepati

pintu berkata, aku tak butuh sayap
aku butuh rayap
gerogoti ukiran ini
agar tak indah untuk ditepati
ukiran ini terlalu indah
sungguh
aku tak mau terkunci membayangkan ukiran ini jika ditepati
aku hanya mau terkunci
mencegah yang tersisa agar tak juga pergi
dan aku mau sendiri
menemani yang terkunci dibalik sepinya pintu hati

Monday, July 4, 2011

how many times do you think it happened?

seperti dua tahun lalu

siapa perempuan itu?
perempuan siapa?
gak ada....
siapa?
gak ada..
gak ada siapa-siapa dan gak ada perempuan
siapa?
.........................
.........................
.........................
hey,,
pinokio ada?
oh,, bentar lagi kedepan sebentar
........................
........................
saya uda menebak dari dulu seperti ini
*silence*
are you OK?
i'm fine
......................
mau kemana?
mau ke Semarang
loh?
iya, abis interview di Tanggerang
oh,, okey. hati-hati yah
iyah
...................
i felt that my body walking without my soul
try to find it but it's already gone.
am gone astray
because you did betray
.....................
i hope i will never see the girl
i hope i never bump into the girl
even in my dream
or in my delusion

Sunday, July 3, 2011

love is two direction

cinta itu tak pernah ada klo cinta itu bukan dia

cinta itu bahagia, cinta itu dia
cinta itu kesedihan, cinta itu dia
cinta itu pengkhianatan, cinta itu dia
cinta itu pengorbanan, cinta itu dia
cinta itu penolakan, cinta itu dia
cinta itu kebohongan, cinta itu dia
cinta itu sakit hati, cinta itu dia
cinta itu semangat, cinta itu dia
cinta itu air mata, cinta itu dia
cinta itu kasih sayang, cinta itu dia
cinta itu cemburu, cinta itu dia
cinta itu memiliki, cinta itu dia
cinta itu amarah, cinta itu dia
cinta itu tak akan ada, kalau bukan cinta itu dia

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Thursday, June 23, 2011

GET LOST

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

we're fated to pretend

i am invisible. i do exist but nobody could see me. i watch them, gaze at them but it seems that nobody is aware of my existence. i dont know if they pretend or pay no care. or we act as if we had not known each other. 
ain't we fated to pretend, are we?
oh yes, we're fated to pretend 
 





Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

fake

FRIEND IS FAKE

FAMILY IS FAKE

FOE IS FAKE

FUTURE IS FAKE

FIDELITY IS FAKE

FAITH IS FAKE

FOREVER IS FAKE

FAKE IS REAL

and it's real happen around us

Monday, June 13, 2011

#2 random

#1 random

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

un.fair

sometimes feel, the world unfair
sometimes feel, you act bizzare
of The Thunder's blare 
and The Lightning scare


curse me that I've no respect
accuse me I'm the only suspect
I'm the Melody
I'm the Custody


........................................................................................

Daughter to father

Daughter to father
You seem stranger
to me
and even further
you're mean to me,,


Daughter to father
you hurt me,
mother rough,
but still, you father though..


daughter to father
you changed a lot
u used to dote
is that love worn out?


daughter to father
i love you always
i love you
all the ways

Monday, March 29, 2010

sembal sembul

masa lalu kembali berenang ke permukaan
menyemburkan ampas dari dasar kolam sekam
sewindu telah terkubur jasad tiram
yang membekam begitu dalam

Heyyyyyy,, penjelmaan laut hitam
tak bisakah ia tenggelam
karena pagi belum menunjukan pertanda malam

kalau begitu baiklah ku berdiam
abaikan ia berenang
biarkan ia semalam
agar kelak ia tergenang


entah rotan yang meraung
atau kapuk yang melapuk
mungkin kegatalanku memerah
dan menimbulkan luka nanah. . . .

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

10.45

aku melihat sederet titik-titik yang berbaris dikalimat.
aku gak tenang.............................................................................................................
titik-titik ini begitu beraturan,
padahal ada yang sedikit berantakan, apa ini dipaksakan??


kebingungan bertanya dalam kalimat.
bagaimana kebingungan???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
tanya ini begitu bergaungan,
padahal ada sekat yang meredam, apa ini kebocoran??


hatiku menyeru dalam kalimat.
tiduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it's getting night late,
let me be discreet,
"kamu perlu kalimat tanya setelah isian kosong dengan pencirian titik-titik"

Monday, December 28, 2009

kebengisan masa lalu

Ku ingin berlari ke hutan

Karena aku lelah dikejar pengkhianatan

Aku ingin tenggelam di laut

kelak perih ini kan surut,

tergerus arus..


Aku ingin terdampar di pantai

muak terombang-ambing badai,,


Kebengisan masa lalu

aku hanya ingin mengusap peluh langit berselancar ditubuhku
menyelami setiap lekuknya, dan tenggelam kedalamnya,

aku ingin mendengar alunan angin berirama ditelingaku
sebuah melodi gusar pekerja rodi,

aku suka menghirup udara pagi bernafas dijantungku
aku tenang melihat bintang berjatuhan dimataku
dan aku tak keberatan panas surya menghangus-hitamkan kulitku

namun aku tak sudi ingatan itu menggerogoti hidupku
kebengisan masa lalu,
bagai benalu yang tak tau malu,
bertapa diganglion sarafku, sekarang dan selalu,,