play: Bastilles
yesterday was my 25th Birthday. on special occasions i like to do special things. like patriotic things(?)
I am particularly interested in the way it is depicted how Indonesians treasure their language. My only exposure to the culture of the Indonesians is through their music and movies, a current rave in Malaysia. I have never been to Indonesia, though i have the privilege of conversation with some, courtesy of my parents entertaining guests from there at the house, and an exchange student at my University. What I will always remember from one conversation is how he describes the journey to Bandung - "seperti sebuah kisah cinta, (love story) gitu". This bit of poetry in a normal conversation.
In countries like Indonesia and Thailand their identity shows through and through. Here I feel we are stripped bare layer by layer. Our love for the future should not erase the past. Pokok yang menjulang tinggi masih berakar di bumi.
Ilham aku bertitik tolak dari drama Lantai T. Pinkie karya A. Samad Said, menggambarkan satu memori ketika harijadi aku beberapa tahun dulu.
drama: Bastille
Babak 4: Di hadapan Rumah Tumpangan Ah Kow, salah sebuah unit di deretan rumah kedai Cina Peranakan lama. Terdapat sebuah beca tempat Nyai duduk menunggu penarik beca. Semua kedai lain sudah tutup, dan cahaya hanya dari ruang laluan di depan rumah tumpangan.
Watak: Nyai Sunarti, Puteh Su.
Puteh Su: (Baru turun dari rumah tumpangan, membetul-betulkan rambut) Wah Nyai! Semalaman tak nampak kelibat kau. Ke mana kau?
Nyai Sunarti: Aku pergi menonton wayang gambar.
Puteh Su: (Berminat) Dengan siapa ya?
Nyai Sunarti: Teman-temanku, lelaki.
Puteh Su: Wah! Apa kau tak takut Tuan Delarossa?
Nyai Sunarti: Ah! Kedua-duanya pun berjawatan besar, berpangkat. Aku fikir hari jadiku ini, biarlah aku bebas sebentar dari Tuan Delarossa.
Puteh Su: (Dengan nada perli) Wah! Kau bermain politik ya Nyai?
Nyai Sunarti: (Ketawa) Ya! Politik! Cerita politik boleh bikin wayang! Tapi cerita semalam pun bagus juga, Su. Baru saja mula, aku sudah mahu kencing.
Puteh Su: Kau mahu kencing?
Nyai Sunarti: Ya. Terpaksalah aku tahan.
Puteh Su: Tapi kau kata kau bebas?
Nyai Sunarti: (Tersentak dan berfikir sejenak) Aku...aku menahan kencing.
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aku tak mengerti apa yang cuba disampaikan...
my birthday incidently is on the same day the French celebrate their National Day, called Bastille Day. so i somehow feel that i should be a bit liberated on this day, maybe be a bit naughty, like, fuck logic and go with intuition, that kind of lame stuff.
i am toying with the idea of 'how free can you be?' even if you are free from the clutches of a second party (in the play- Tuan Delarossa), are you free from the confinements of yourself? in this play, this 'confinement of the individual self' is portrayed by physical means, the nature call, the emptying of the bladder. one would always be subject to the demands of the body. of course, it could be other things, like prejudice, bias, profit motive, hidden agendas so on and so forth, but i like to use symbolisms, from as simple a gesture as 'menahan kencing'.
in its actuality, i sneaked out from my hostel on a non-outing day to watch a movie about independence (ID4) with the headboy and his vice. and i held my bladder all through the movie. it was my 17th birthday.
I see, I kinda get the message a bit and i wanter to be sure. a very clear and long explaination...
thanks.
explanation... not explaination
hehe, spelling bee or what?
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