Monday, July 11, 2011

memahami perubahan

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Setiap detik yang bergerak dan berputar melabuhkan perubahan. Setidaknya usia yang berganjak dan masa yang semakin pergi. Perubahan akan terjadi meski disedari atau tidak, menyanggupinya atau menjauhinya. Ada yang menyatakan bersedialah untuk suatu perubahan tetapi sejauh mana hati dan jiwa, fizikal dan mental menyanggupi semua itu. Untuk menerima perubahan cuaca pun bukan suatu yang mudah. Di tengah panas membakar tetiba hujan mencurah dan terasa bukan mudah untuk menjalaninya. Apalagi perubahan melibatkan jiwa, pemikiran, semangat dan fizikal ia akan memberikan pelbagai gelodak rasa. Usia dan kematangan berbeza pandangan terhadap perubahan berbanding yang masih muda dan kurang pengalaman. Dan untuk menerima perubahan pada anak-anak yang membesar pun begitu sukar untuk meletakkan nilai dan sudut pandangan antara sang ayah dan sang anak. Berbeza pandangan dan berbeza persepi.

Persepsi satu lagi pengamatan yang membuka warna terhadap perubahan. Landasan persepsi memberitahu bagaimana kita menerima perubahan. Terkadang persepsi yang silap banyak menjauhkan rasional, kematangan, dan renungan. Terambil darinya keputusan-keputusan yang penuh keraguan, salah tafsir, atau sudut pandang yang begitu berbeza dari titik positifnya. Semuanya menjadi begitu negatif dan sukar diterima. Pertimbangan tidak lagi pada necara yang adil dan objektif tetapi penuh tomahan, skeptik dan perandaian yang pelbagai. Jalur perubahan akan terbentang dengan segala implikasi negatif dan tidak diterima. Sehingga segala kebaikan menjadi amat tak bermakna dan tak kelihatan langsung kerana yang terbentang di ruang fikir adalah kesalahan, kejengkelan dan kebencian.

Saya terbaca artikel tulisan A Kadir Jasin dari laman The Scribe dan artikel ini penuh bererti, begitu menyentuh dan menyedarkan. Sederhana tulisannya tetapi cukup mendalam kupasan maksud dan pengertiannya.

Di bawah ini selengkapnya dari hasil pena A Kadir Jasin Father & Son, Government & People


CAT Stevens (now Yusof Islam) - the father - in the song “father and son”, said:

”It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.”

Those were the words that came to mind when I saw the images of young people battling the police during the weekend’s Bersih 2.0 demonstration in Kuala Lumpur.

I was once like them. Back when I was a poor youth “battling” the ruling class and the capitalists of my kampung, I wrote a poem damning my father for his fanaticism towards Umno and his calm acceptance of the “takdir”, which in those days meant abject poverty and marginalisation.

Then, at 26 I became a father and lived on a salary of under RM800 a month. I had little choice but to conform to the demands of fatherhood. Idealism gave way to reality, but it remained in my subconscious. Thanks to the New Economic Policy, hard work and luck, I am better off now and far away from the poverty and deprivation of my youth.

My father had been gone two years now. My mother, Alhamdulillah, is doing well. In his final months my father said no to newspapers, preferring the Quran instead.

So now, like Cat Stevens, I can tell my children and their peers that:

“I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.”

For good or evil, right or wrong, I believe, I have done my part for my family, my society and country. It’s now for my children and the children of people of my generation to take over. All that I can do is to tell the stories of my past as a guide for them to plot their future.

As such, I don’t blame young people for pursuing their political and ideological ideals, more so at the time when, the general consensus says, idealism is dead. I wish to disagree and I hope fervently that the youthful idealism is alive and well.

And the older people must not take youthful idealism and rebelliousness for granted. Let them speak out. Let them express themselves beyond “Akademi Fantasia”, “Raja Lawak” and devotion to Manchester United.

Yes, there’s a price to pay and, for that, I consider myself lucky. I received spirit-lifting poems and I also received damning letters and emails from my children. Until today, when I am passed 60 and my eldest child is nearly 40, we still laugh and, occasionally, cry together.

Listen to what the “son” in Cat Stevens’ song has to say:

“How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.”

The biggest mistake a parent could do is not to listen. If you want your children to listen to you, you must listen to them. Feeding, clothing, sheltering and educating them are your responsibility. They are not the things that bind them to you to eternity, but love and affection do.

The same applies to the government. Providing platforms and the right environment for the people to feed, cloth, shelter and educate themselves are the responsibilities of the government. The government is elected and funded by the people. In return, government is supposed to do good for the people.

So, when the government does a good deed, the people don’t have to say thank you or be grateful. That’s what the government is for – to do good things. Of course, out of courtesy and decency, it’s good to say thank you. We should instead be grateful to God for His guidance and blessings.

But if the government does wrong, it must be condemned. We do not elect the government to do bad or wrong things. If the government makes no restitution or we are unhappy with its apology, our ultimate respond is not to vote for it in the general election.

And neither the father nor the government can keep telling the younger generation “it’s not the time to make a change.” The government cannot, on the one hand tell the people to change their lifestyles to cope with rising cost of living, while on the other continuing with its extravagance in personal spending.

The father: “It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.”

The son: “All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.”

There’s a limit to what we, as parents, and by extension government, can do to tell what the young should do. After all, it’s their future that’s at stake. And not all of them wish to migrate or can do so even if they want. Malaysia is still their future – good or bad.

An Bob Dylan said:
"Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'."

Footnote: In a 2009 report, Sin Chew Daily Said: The Election Commission deputy chairman Datuk Hj Wan Ahmad bin Wan Omar said, Malaysians had become more positive in voter registration after the general elections last year, especially Chinese voters, while the Indians were the least enthusiastic.
He also told Sin Chew Daily, registration assistants appointed by DAP were the most active, followed by PAS, UMNO and PKR, while the assistants appointed by Gerakan and MIC were the least enthusiastic in registering new voters.

The times the are a changing.
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Friday, July 8, 2011

haris panas yang kau mau?

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- ini negeri kesayangan kami

haris panas yang kau mau
gula-gula akan cair di mulut
akan terasa hanyir benci hancing dendam
di mulut mereka
akan terkulum di lidahmu
segala yang manis dan sepahnya
kaupalitkan di muka mereka
yang hanya tau bersorak dan terpinga-pinga

haris panas yang kau mau
baju akan basah oleh keringat benci
kerna kau akan selalu janjikan mereka mentari
kau akan selalu janjikan menyisihkan hujan
menanam ribut mengikat topan
kau akan selalu janjikan gula-gula yang manis
mereka akan senyum
mereka harus tau bersorak dan mendabik dada
hari panas yang kau mau
tak ada derita
tak ada sengsara
tak ada
kerna yang akan rebah dan reput
menggelapar dan jatuh
bukan atas namamu
mereka disambar panas hari
mereka ditusuk matahari
bukan semua itu
pintamu
kerana kau yakin
mereka hanya kerdil dan rapuh
mereka harus di kakimu

haris panas yang kau mau
menelan sisa-sisa embun
menyerap sisa-sisa hujan
menyedut dingin udara
panas yang kau mau
kerana kedinginan hanyalah sia-sia
biar matahari terbakar
baju akan basah
keringat akan menyimbah
gula-gula akan cair
kerna kau tak pernah hidup dalam keringat panjang
dalam panas udara dan merekah bumi
dalam debu berterbangan dan matahari membakar
tanganmu tak pernah merasa panas pasir
jarimu tak pernah merasa sakit tertusuk onak
kau akan selalu menatap dengan sombong
apa yang terbayang di suaramu

kedinginan membunuhmu
sedang begitu lama kami berdoa
datanglah angin tenteram
bawalah angin segar sejuk embun
kerna kami ingin merasa
manisnya angin merdeka
lembutnya kedamaian negeri
kerna kami terlalu lama
terpasung terhina

dan gula-gula yang kautaburkan
tak ke mana membawa kami
esok kami perlu bertani
kami perlu berniaga
kami perlu berusaha
dengan cari kami
kerna kami tau esok hari
tak ada siapa memberi kami beras dan gula

sedang kamu sudah jauh menguntungi segalanya
hanya menyediakan gula-gula
hah, manusia
kami pun bisa berfikir dan merasa
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