Thursday, February 26, 2009

Jumaat dan remp-it


Sudah dua kali aku bertengah hari Jumaat di Kuala Terengganu, meskipun atas alasan yang berbeza. Seharusnya tengah hari yang sering panas dan mulia kerana harinya itu, aku tidak melihat mana-mana muslimin berpusing-pusing dan sekadar itulah. Tidak ke masjid menyahut seruan-Nya. Kerana latar belakang keluarga, memang aku jelik melihat lelaki (Melayu terutamanya kerana di Malaysia apabila Melayu kita akan terus assume Islam) tidak ke masjid ketika Zuhur Jumaat mulai menjenguk. 

Kalau berbaju kemeja atau berbaju kemeja T, mungkin aku masih boleh berpura-pura menganggap lelaki itu bukan Melayu (biarpun sawo matang itu, hidung setongkol bawang itu dan telor daerah yang pekat itu buat aku menyampah). Ke-menyampah-an aku ini akan bertambah-tambah kalau aku di Kuala Terengganu. Di sana (maaf, harus disebut juga kerana waktu di K. Terengganu tempoh hari tidak berani pula aku bertindak dengan tangan yakni kuasa-cuma mata pena @ untuk kesku, papan kekunci yang termampu olehku) khususnya Dataran Syahbandar, pemuda-pemuda berbaju melayu menunggang motosikal masing-masing dalam lagak yang paling bahaya. Aku harus akui, mereka mengagumkan. Tetapi mengapa tidak mengenakan safety gears? Baju melayu kain licin, nipis melayang itu tidak akan mampu menghalang goresan jalan tar lebih dari dua saat ia mencecah jalan dengan tubuh manusia sebagai force. Harapanku, semoga mereka telah menunaikan solat Jumaat sebelum itu agar jika ada yang menemui ajal (jelas peratusnya tinggi kerana tiada seorang pun ada kesedaran sivik yang cukup baik untuk mengenakan topi keledar) tidaklah mati di jalan yang sia-sia. Sekurang-kurangnya mati dalam jalan pulang dari beribadat. Walaupun aku pernah menyaksikan beberapa pemuda-pemuda generasi remp-it ini berpusing-pusing di bulatan Pantai Batu Buruk dengan motosikal masing-masing sewaktu solat Jumaat belum selesai, aku harap tiada lagi yang berlaku bagitu kerana telah dimarahi dan di-brainwashed oleh kariah masjid berdekatan. 

Memang, bakat-bakat besar yang membazirkan minyak sendiri, merisikokan nyawa sendiri dan memalukan negeri sendiri ini harus ditarik menyertai grand prix. Kasihanilah mereka, kerana kurniaan Tuhan mereka bazirkan dan aku dapat menonton persembahan segah untuk Litar Sepang hanya di jalanan Kuala Terengganu secara percuma.      

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Kualaku, tidak kukenal


Setelah diizinkan ayah bonda, 20/02/09 yang lalu berangkatlah aku ke Kuala Terengganu untuk melawat Edu-Fair yang berlangsung selama tiga hari di Dewan Sultan Mizan, UMT (terima kasih, UMT). Malang sekali apabila aku terlalu asyik mendengar ceramah oleh pihak-pihak atasan UTP, Alam dan sebagainya yang bernaung di bawah nama Petronas dan menjamu mata dengan pameran-pameran pelbagai booth dari uni2 seluruh Malaysia, aku tidak terfikir untuk mengambil gambar pada pameran yang menarik itu. Apabila telah keluar dari kawasan UMT, selesai bertukar baju segala, barulah idea mengambil gambar dikurniakan Tuhan. Mujur juga lokasi aku menunggu pelajar2 lelaki selesai menunaikan solat Jumaat di Dataran Syahbandar. Dan aku menyangka aku boleh mendabik dada mengakui mengenali Dataran Syahbandar, Kuala Terengganu.

Jelas aku tidak. Kerana sewaktu aku berkelintar di taman yang menghadap Dataran Syahbandar, aku telah menemui satu pintu pagar agam yang ditepinya berpapan tanda (atau besi tanda?) 'Istana Maziah'. Terkejut juga aku, sangkaku di tengah bandar ini bukan lokasi istana. Atau istana itu bukan tempat kerabat bersemayam? (kerabat pun bersemayamkah? bukan raja sahaja? tak pasti aku). Apa yang pasti, kawasan di dalam pintu pagar itu kelihatan luas. Anggapan aku sahajalah, kerana pintu pagar dan pagarnya juga tinggi.   

Begitulah kalau nama sahaja anak jati Terengganu. Baru minggu lepas itulah aku mengetahui lokasi Istana Maziah, meskipun namanya sudah beberapa kali kudengar. Tapi, namanya pun istana, rakyat biasa sepertiku ini layaknya di pintu pagar sahajalah. 

Post akan datang, jika berkesempatan, akan aku ceritakan lagi apa lagi yang menarik di DS. Bukan istana sahaja yang mencuri perhatianku. (jika ya, bunyinya materialistik sangat) 

Oh ya, hampir terlupa. Hari ini genap -ehem,ehem- usia kekanda sulungku yang tercinta. Semoga dirahmatiNya selalu, dan cepat juga tiba jodohnya! Kerana senang hatimu, bahagia kami adik-adikmu juga. 

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Read up. How is it for a 17-year-old student?

Time. A very interesting word that stands by itself and represents something invisible but measureable. Invisible? Yes, I would say time is invisible because have you see a 'time'? Never, I presume, and no, a watch or a clock is not time. They are instruments created to measure time. Magnificent human. They can measure something invisible.

What time means to you? As for me, a not-so-prepared and scared-to-death SPM candidate for 2009, time is the most valueable thing. It tells me of how short it is until I meet my destiny; the examination of the terrifying SPM. It tells me how much hours I have got left to do my study, revision, exercise, extra exercise, co-curricular activities and study. I mentioned 'study' two times to strengthen my point. For this year, that is about it. The meaning of time for me.

How about a grandmother? What would time mean for her, a woman who has suceeded as a student, a successful woman in her youth, an excellent worker and climbed the corporate ladder faster than anyone else, an obedient wife, raised five splendid children, two of them married and gave her three beautiful grandchildren. What would time mean for her now that she has it all? I would say that she is done and satisfied. Now it is time for her to rest after such a tiring life. But who knows, what would she say?

Timing is everything. Have you heard of that? I do not think that it is a saying but when you think about it, it is true. If timing is not everything, how come there is a saying 'in the nick of time'? I mean, if you are so close to be in an accident, for someone to grab your arm and pull you away from the danger would not it be a great timing? Or, you can use it in a synical way such as when you were just about to spoon yourself a great chicken soup that your mother made and was also your favourite, your friend called. And you would murmur, "Great timing" to yourself, which has absolutely the opposite meaning.

To be honest, I do not know why I chose this topic. Or maybe I do? Perhaps the ego of a
one-word is a factor. Time. It is very interesting. Ego? Yes. Because time can be misunderstood or manipulated, but time is essential for everybody. The reason is because time means you are alive. You are still breathing and ready to take any life's challenges.

Please do not take me wrongly. Some of us do not even care about time. They are called mental patients. Can you imagine living in a world where time does not matter? You will ask "What time is it?" and people will reply "Don't care." Ever thought about it? I don't. Because that would be The Hereafter. Chilly topic, is it not? But on the second thought, what would mental patients think about time? Perhaps if their mental is not that corrupted, they would think about when is it the time for them to break free from the mental hospital.

However, time does have its own meaning for all of us. Regardless of your own, personal meaning of time. When we were borned, our countdown to death has started. The clock of death has begun its ticking some years ago. For me, it would be 16 years, seven months and 17 days ago. It is scary to think that time for us will come to an end but while that fateful ending is still on its way, live your life to the fullest because time is limited.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Ujian Dalam Ujian

Disebalik penatnya sakit,
Tertebus dosa-dosamu yang lampau,
Jika engkau redha dengan ujian itu.
Disebalik nikmatnya sihat,
Ada ujian dalam kenikmatan,
Sedikit perkara jika engkau mahu berfikir...
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