One day i attend a "pengajian (dunno the term) in the mosque next to my house. I remember the speaker said "Seburuk2 orang miskin adalah orang miskin yang mengetuk pintu untuk meminta. Seburuk2 orang kaya adalah orang kaya yang pintunya perlu diketuk agar keluar hartanya." I can't exactly say that the words come from the Prophet directly (a hadits) or it's one of his followers (shohabat) or the Ulama. but it's certainly coming from one of them. At that time, after listening to the explanation from the speaker i just think "oh, that's right. very true". But now, i found the reason why. In my personal opinion, the point of the words are the mentality of the rich and the poor people regarding to their condition. we'll take a closer look up next.
The idea of this note comes up after watching Metro TV showing hundreds of people bursting into a mosque -somewhere i forgot- shouting, pushing, stepping on each other, breaking the fence; just to get a plastic bag of meat (it won't weigh more than half kilo). What we can see is that there exactly NO character of humanity among people; once again for a plastic bag of meat. When a Hyena find it's prey, they will do exactly the same to what the people out there do.
Another example; still fresh in our mind the tragedy in Pasuruan caused by similar situation in which people rumbled each other to get Rp 25.000. It caused 21 lives. A price tag of "Rp 25.000" were slapped in 21 lives of our brother. Another example of a wild and non-human behavior.
Whose mistake? Poor people because they are poor? Government because they can't distribute the prosperity? Rich people because they are (so-called) sharing their wealth? None of them.
It's pathetic if a poor people living in a poor condition also poor mentally. If it's for an urgent need (operation, accident, giving birth, etc) then they need to have their pride not to ask and beg. Have their willing to solve it by doing anything but to beg for people's generosity and kind heart. They need to be strong and RESPECT THEMSELVES. They need to give a RESPECT for themselves as a HUMAN BEING. Behave as a human, think as a human, have pride as a human, and live as a human. For their own sake. Eating a meet is not a must; buying new clothes for 'Id is not a must; having a cellphone is not a must (reality: beggars DO have cellphones, and they beg). So, what kind of mental deficiency which make people sacrifice their pride and self-esteem just to get those short-term satisfaction and happiness? Life is not easy; i know it. Money is not everything but everything needs money; agreed. Do everything, sacrifice everything even your life to get some money?? Negative. One of my favorite quote taken from a Tasikmadu employee "Kalo sudah lewat kerongkongan, sate dan singkong akan sama rasanya." It can be implied not just for foods. How long will you admire your new dress, shoes, necklace, etc in front of the mirror?? not that long. Dunno to whom i should speak, but this word is aimed towards those who begs and knocking doors for coins for unimportant and not urgent things: Please, respect yourself. For your own sake.
Rich people living in their palaces with their mercedeses and expensive clothes but closing the eye from their surrounding is the worst person stepping on the earth. Let's take an example. Sayyid Ali Zainal Abidin, son of Husin, grandson of Muhammad SAW, every night roams around Medina carrying wheat on HIS OWN shoulder to be given to poor people in the town. Every night without a single house missed. No one knows about it except his storehouse guard. When he died and no more wheat found in front of houses, people then find out that it's Sayyid Ali who did it every night. That's an example for every rich people to do. For the rich people: Open your eye to your surrounding. Have feeling towards people next to you, in front of you and anywhere near your place. You're afraid of getting poor? Sharing your wealth won't make you poor. You are making a trade to the God; the Richest of all. He won't let His companion down. It's very kind of you if you welcome every people who come to your house and need your help. But you're not different to a baby -waiting to be fed. Move on! Share your wealth! And be socially aware.
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Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Graduate? Work? Life?
Yesterday i woke up a little bit late in the morning. My class will start at 8 and i opened my eyes at 7.15. So i don't have too much time preparing both mind and body to go to campus and face PHYSICS at that time. After a quick bath (but still clean and clear. haha) i ran my motorbike while my brain is updating and loading information and data.
The arc of "Universitas Sebelas Maret" hung above my head welcoming everyone passing by with pride. It was a very crowded morning with a lot of motorbikes walking slowly through the security. I wondered "What's on earth? It's unusually this crowded". 50 meters forward i found out the answer; it's GRADUATION time.
Okay, let's skip the crowds and parking lots. My mind is loaded and ready to work. The first thing came up to my mind is about the graduation. Hundreds of people once called "Mahasiswa" is now called "sarjana". Their family came along to the campus; putting on make-ups, wearing torturing skirts called Kebaya completed with a huge and heavy Sanggul, preparing foods, photos, taking their babies and children packed with toys and candies, waiting for hours, just to celebrate that short change of status. Parents are proud with their Graduate-Boy. Their millions of investment will shortly pay back. With a short whip of the ribbon on the hat, 4 years (or more) effort and struggles are finally acknowledged. They're on the doorstep of "a better future". It goes with a pile of dream that will follow.
If the question is "What to do after graduation?" then the answer will be "work, work and work. then get married. hahaha.." is it that simple? Can be yes but mostly no. Later on that day less than 24 hours, i read a newspaper and find an interesting title "Jumlah Pengangguran Bergelar Sarjana Meningkat". The discussion can be brought to how incapable the government to provide job and etc, but that's not the menu for now. 14,3% of graduated undergraduates are still jobless. Albeit their scores and whereabouts or their universities, it's still a stunning figure. And something that burden every mind of a "sarjana"-going-to-be.
My sister is a bachelor of law (Sarjana Hukum). When she graduated her friends came along and take pictures. One of them congratulated my sister and said "Well,you've been through a lot of difficult things in your study to obtain the bachelor degree. But later on you will find that finding a job is a lot more difficult". Quote of the week everyone?
Well, life is a hyper-complicated thing to be talked. But we know something that is called "causal relation". So if you do something, then the result or the outcome will also goes inline with what you do. If we study and graduate from university, then the path to success is up ahead. We do what we have to do; work the work. But one thing is certain, FATE determines everything. My mom (the most philosophical person i ever met) told me "Pray to God, ask for a good fate. Then do what you have to do.". So, no need to be afraid of the threat to be the part of the 14.3%. Let's study, let's go to schools, universities, colleges, etc. Overall, let God do what He does best.
The arc of "Universitas Sebelas Maret" hung above my head welcoming everyone passing by with pride. It was a very crowded morning with a lot of motorbikes walking slowly through the security. I wondered "What's on earth? It's unusually this crowded". 50 meters forward i found out the answer; it's GRADUATION time.
Okay, let's skip the crowds and parking lots. My mind is loaded and ready to work. The first thing came up to my mind is about the graduation. Hundreds of people once called "Mahasiswa" is now called "sarjana". Their family came along to the campus; putting on make-ups, wearing torturing skirts called Kebaya completed with a huge and heavy Sanggul, preparing foods, photos, taking their babies and children packed with toys and candies, waiting for hours, just to celebrate that short change of status. Parents are proud with their Graduate-Boy. Their millions of investment will shortly pay back. With a short whip of the ribbon on the hat, 4 years (or more) effort and struggles are finally acknowledged. They're on the doorstep of "a better future". It goes with a pile of dream that will follow.
If the question is "What to do after graduation?" then the answer will be "work, work and work. then get married. hahaha.." is it that simple? Can be yes but mostly no. Later on that day less than 24 hours, i read a newspaper and find an interesting title "Jumlah Pengangguran Bergelar Sarjana Meningkat". The discussion can be brought to how incapable the government to provide job and etc, but that's not the menu for now. 14,3% of graduated undergraduates are still jobless. Albeit their scores and whereabouts or their universities, it's still a stunning figure. And something that burden every mind of a "sarjana"-going-to-be.
My sister is a bachelor of law (Sarjana Hukum). When she graduated her friends came along and take pictures. One of them congratulated my sister and said "Well,you've been through a lot of difficult things in your study to obtain the bachelor degree. But later on you will find that finding a job is a lot more difficult". Quote of the week everyone?
Well, life is a hyper-complicated thing to be talked. But we know something that is called "causal relation". So if you do something, then the result or the outcome will also goes inline with what you do. If we study and graduate from university, then the path to success is up ahead. We do what we have to do; work the work. But one thing is certain, FATE determines everything. My mom (the most philosophical person i ever met) told me "Pray to God, ask for a good fate. Then do what you have to do.". So, no need to be afraid of the threat to be the part of the 14.3%. Let's study, let's go to schools, universities, colleges, etc. Overall, let God do what He does best.
Friday, December 25, 2009
The Tale of a Taxi Driver
This story happened just two days ago on my way to campus. Because of my condition right now, i have to take taxi every time i want to go (while usually Mas Bayu take me home after debate practice). It's just a normal day with the casualties: wake up, bath, make up, call for cab, and zap! Off to campus.
"Morning, Sir. Where to go?" said the driver. I replied "Campus please. UNS" while i was busy with my backpack and making myself comfortable inside the taxi (well, if u have to stretch your long leg inside a small cabin then make sure you get the best position). I didn't pay much attention about the driver until i hear his breathing sound. It was heavy and short. It was as if he has an asthma. I stare at him and starting from this point, i feel terribly uncomfortable w trip.
Please meet Mr. Surono (his id card was right in front of me), driver of a private-owned taxi company in Solo.. His hair is a total black but his mustache is as white as Gandalf's. Even that well-colored hair can't hide his age. His face shows wrinkles and other aging signs. He must be at least 60!!!! And HE DRIVES A TAXI!!! "OH MY GOD!! He's too old to drive!!"
Enough for the introduction. He drives uncomfortably indeed, and that certainly increases my adrenalin pressure. Moreover, he's rather impatient and loves to sound horns (every taxi driver does so). 1km away from home, he bought a newspaper from the seller on the street which hardly notice his horns and waves, therefore he muttered something grumpily. Hectically taking it from the seller, he tried to put it under the sun-blocking stuff above his head but somehow it keeps on falling and he lost his patience, ignoring it scattered all over the car. Can't think of any worse.
Jebres railway. Got to stop because a train passing. Here starts the tale. Mr. Surono opened the talk by asking about my study (he thought I'm currently studying in the FIFTH semester while actually i just enterd the campus life for 5 months approximately. And he keeps on saying that my body stature is "longgor" that i can say as "BIG". thank you sir!!).
Mr. Surono: My oldest child, a boy, he was a graduated accountant from UXX (no name allowed!!!). he was graduated one-and-a half year ago. When he's about to graduate, he asked for the graduation fee. 3 million at that time. I'm a poor person, therefore obtaining such amount of money is not easy. So i decided to pawn (menggadaikan) my only motorbike. i got only 2.7 million, and the rate was 5%. To make matter worse, it's returned with problem. I had to bring it to the mechanic. more money spent. Ah, but that doesn't matter for me. For my child, i'll do my best. even though he still can't find a job up to now. So i still have to work to help our family's financial condition. My daughter also works in a factory. Yah, that's how life is. I wish you for a best luck from now on and throughout your life, Mas. Because right now, being a university graduate doesn't guarantee a better living condition.
Can't say a word while he tells his story, and can only reply with "amin insya Allah" after his last sentence.
So there i was in the doorstep of my campus. I paid him, then he left with the first "lecture" i have that day.... And it worth a lot. parent's love, struggles of life, challenges ahead, and many more. I keep on praying to Allah that i will be able to stop working by 40. Or if i want to work, i'll work for my excitement, not for my struggle. Wish all of you so..
"Morning, Sir. Where to go?" said the driver. I replied "Campus please. UNS" while i was busy with my backpack and making myself comfortable inside the taxi (well, if u have to stretch your long leg inside a small cabin then make sure you get the best position). I didn't pay much attention about the driver until i hear his breathing sound. It was heavy and short. It was as if he has an asthma. I stare at him and starting from this point, i feel terribly uncomfortable w trip.
Please meet Mr. Surono (his id card was right in front of me), driver of a private-owned taxi company in Solo.. His hair is a total black but his mustache is as white as Gandalf's. Even that well-colored hair can't hide his age. His face shows wrinkles and other aging signs. He must be at least 60!!!! And HE DRIVES A TAXI!!! "OH MY GOD!! He's too old to drive!!"
Enough for the introduction. He drives uncomfortably indeed, and that certainly increases my adrenalin pressure. Moreover, he's rather impatient and loves to sound horns (every taxi driver does so). 1km away from home, he bought a newspaper from the seller on the street which hardly notice his horns and waves, therefore he muttered something grumpily. Hectically taking it from the seller, he tried to put it under the sun-blocking stuff above his head but somehow it keeps on falling and he lost his patience, ignoring it scattered all over the car. Can't think of any worse.
Jebres railway. Got to stop because a train passing. Here starts the tale. Mr. Surono opened the talk by asking about my study (he thought I'm currently studying in the FIFTH semester while actually i just enterd the campus life for 5 months approximately. And he keeps on saying that my body stature is "longgor" that i can say as "BIG". thank you sir!!).
Mr. Surono: My oldest child, a boy, he was a graduated accountant from UXX (no name allowed!!!). he was graduated one-and-a half year ago. When he's about to graduate, he asked for the graduation fee. 3 million at that time. I'm a poor person, therefore obtaining such amount of money is not easy. So i decided to pawn (menggadaikan) my only motorbike. i got only 2.7 million, and the rate was 5%. To make matter worse, it's returned with problem. I had to bring it to the mechanic. more money spent. Ah, but that doesn't matter for me. For my child, i'll do my best. even though he still can't find a job up to now. So i still have to work to help our family's financial condition. My daughter also works in a factory. Yah, that's how life is. I wish you for a best luck from now on and throughout your life, Mas. Because right now, being a university graduate doesn't guarantee a better living condition.
Can't say a word while he tells his story, and can only reply with "amin insya Allah" after his last sentence.
So there i was in the doorstep of my campus. I paid him, then he left with the first "lecture" i have that day.... And it worth a lot. parent's love, struggles of life, challenges ahead, and many more. I keep on praying to Allah that i will be able to stop working by 40. Or if i want to work, i'll work for my excitement, not for my struggle. Wish all of you so..
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