bi bayurlj ben

in this chun jie, also known as chinese lunar new year, the beginning of spring festival or xin chia, i found myself blanketed by the serenity of thousand red candle lights. within a temple in the old quarter of tangerang.

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nyerang-i gyalla mar-yul rak

it’s a heaven to be back to ladakh that affectionately addressed as mar-yul or broken moon from its people.  after longing for years, i am so glad to be here again with nick.  only us, pale moon and snow capped mountains. my ability to speak in ladakhi, arise again and i am so grateful to get helped by every single ladagspa who’s correcting my pronounciation, tell the newly words and give support to talk in one of the languages that i love to speak.

ladakh range (c) ukirsari 2011

and we’d got experience to attending tse-chu, one of the most sacred religious festivals in ladakh. It’s a festival about guru padmasambhava who gets reincarnation many times.

i touched by a lama who dearly address me with a ladakhi-tibetan name, instead of my first name and another given name that i’d got in india few years ago.

when we’re about to leave, i turn my head to remember an old tibetan proverb: this place is surrounded by high passes, so only best friends or the worst enemies will pay a visit. we definitely will be back someday as we feel home here.

this visit i dedicated to our beloved parents. and for my mum and dad, i already tied my tar-chok (praying flags) in the heights of 4,800 masl. wish your happiness ever after as we pray in this heaven on earth, tsering shik!

night of a thousand lanterns in p’ing-xi

beloved mum and dad, i would like to ask; did you receive my sky lantern already?

(c) ukirsari 2011

sky lantern or tian deng in local language also known as konming lantern, taken from the shape of zhuge liang’s hat, a minister in old chinese world and the lantern was used to be a signal within war periods and the usage of its lantern brought to ilha formosa or taiwan whenever the natives of fujian province migrated in the era of qing dynasty.

(c) ukirsari 2011

refer to chang douan-xie, a guy who attended p’ing-xi lantern festival altogether with his family; two children and his wife, he told me that long long time ago, in the celebration of chinese lunar new year or known in local language as chun jie, marauders are coming to screw up people in p’ing-xi. that’s why the locals hidden themselves up to the mountainous range of shifen to sandiaoling plateau. the village’s keepers will send sky lanterns whenever marauders has gone and the people can be home again.  “in the end, locals take the uniqueness of sending sky lantern as part of their tradition and it will be held at the first moonlight after chinese lunar new year or yuanxiao jie,” stated douan.

last year, in november 2010, with kindly help of my friend’s family in chiangmai, northern thailand, i do just like locals to lit up the lanterns and float a small papier-mache boat in the river for my beloved parents. and that moment created idea in my mind that someday i should visit p’ing-xi zhexian to do the quite same thing in the traditional way.

all i need just ask the volunteer about tian deng that i would like to buy. pink is for love and friendship, red is a celebration, white is speaking about peace and health then orange is for prosperity. how about blue? i take this one, since it’s my favourite colour and a symbol in between me and dad; we’re as travelers and his dedication to the navy and how we love the seas and oceans. then one of my mum’s favourite colour as well.

(c) alex pangestu 2011

i was so amazed with those volunteers, even when english taken place as a language barrier, they’re keep smiling and handed a brush and ink for me.  and here i am, whenever people are busy to write in hanyu (chinese characters), tieng viet (vietnamese), nihongo (japanase) or hangeoul (south korea), i am confident to write in hanacaraka, an old-ancient javanese characters that my parents teach me since i was a kid. and gladly, i wrote it very well. a small poem, a pray, my dedication … full of love.

my heart just so blue, i feel so warm in the middle of a mid-plateau in the winter time, surrounded by many many people around the world and my tian deng fly that high, can be seen ascending amongst thousand lanterns in the evening sky. locals belief, tian deng is a personal message for  heaven.

so, what can i say more, mum and dad …. i do miss you and i love you so. hoping you are happy to see my lantern and understand that i will always remember you, in my own way.

a personal achievement, a spatial consciousness

listed amongst my favourites or hobbies is reading. can spend this activity whilst i am in the plane, catch the next flight, rainy days and awaiting my beloved one back from abroad. frankly speaking, my choice mostly travel guide books and its maps. therefore, mapping and recognizing processes already done in my mind, long before i do travel or even decided to go. i do enjoy  learn and getting excited in finding information through the map and explanation (culture, nature and architectural mostly), as high as the value of doing travel itself. even can not be generalized like pictures, for me personally, a map telling a rich story and a spatial consciousness.

taking aback to this enjoyment of mapping and reading, comments from some fellows that pretty familiar in my ears;  “so, this will be your next destination, uh?” and same answer all the time, “not like that, i am learning about spatial consciousness in the destinations.”

and it’s really work when i go travel. i like to do check and re-check the interesting points that mentioned by map and if i find brand new thing or kind differences, i’ll make a note. and write to the publisher in the way to updating. so far i do some and got nicely reply from them. this is what I found recently. my name’s mentioned in the readers’ letter in the rough guide hongkong and macau 2009.   my heartfelt thank goes to rough guide (RG) and i share this personal achievement for my beloved parents and nicholas. i love you!

berbincang di rumah sendiri

Sebagai pejalan, saya menganggap rumah adalah tempat saya pulang.  Sebuah pohon rindang buat bersarang.

(c) Aftonun Nuha, saya tengah memaparkan pengalaman naik bus ke Ladakh Range, India

Seorang kawan asal Arkansas (AS) yang gemar bepergian ke negeri-negeri Asia serta anak benua India mengungkap, “Rumah adalah tempat menggantung backpack selagi kita tidak bepergian ke tempat-tempat jauh.”

Jadi, bagaimana saya mendefinisikan kepulangan ke Kota Pahlawan kali ini? Kembali ke kamar saya yang dipenuhi koleksi lagu-lagu heavy metal pemusik Canada, Rush dan Brits techno-pop Duran Duran era 1980-an serta buku petualangan Lima Sekawan, sudah pasti.

Menggantung backpack sejenak, benar adanya. Bertemu dengan teman-teman lama, rasanya juga menjadi suatu kewajiban -–di samping rasa rindu juga sudah disemai sejak masih berada jauh dari perimeter bernama ‘rumah’.

Tapi tak kalah penting, adalah sebuah misi yang diselipkan di sana. Untuk menjadi seorang pembicara dalam acara bertajuk National Geographic Traveler’s Backpacking and Street Photography Workshop yang digelar di Convention Hall A, Gramedia Expo, Surabaya.

Saya berbagi soal “Bagaimana menyiapkan diri untuk menjadi seorang pejalan independen” sedang rekan saya, editor foto National Geographic, Reynold Sumayku memberikan kiat tentang “Menjadikan potret makin bermakna lewat pendekatan humanis.”

Yang terjadi dalam seminar mini -–atau saya dan Rey lebih suka menyebutnya sebagai sharing–- adalah presentasi dan tanya-jawab yang hidup, karena dapat mengajak mereka ikut serta sebagai bagian dari makalah yang dibawakan.

Pengalaman menjadi solo backpacker sejak 15 tahun lalu membuat saya leluasa memberikan contoh dan deskripsi tentang hal yang biasa dihadapi seorang pejalan solo atau pejalan independen.

Dan saya menggarisbawahi, betapa interaksi dengan masyarakat lokal menjadi hadiah bagi segala detail persiapan yang telah saya lakukan jauh-jauh hari sebelum memulai sebuah perjalanan.

Tentu saja, landasan saya berbagi adalah pengalaman pribadi, juga pengamatan serta berbagai masukan dan pelajaran yang didapat selama melakukan perjalanan. Karena bagi saya, bepergian secara mandiri telah dilakukan banyak orang, asing maupun negeri sendiri sejak lama.

Dengan cara dan kapasitas berbeda, termasuk mereka yang sudah mendatangi banyak negara di seluruh penjuru dunia. Saya hanya ingin menggugah, tentang keindahan di setiap sudut kota, desa serta seisi negeri –-dimana makna atau hasilnya bisa berbeda, tergantung pada sudut pandang dan ide orisinal si pejalan.

Yang mengharukan, dalam acara ini saya berjumpa dengan Dewi Aryanti, pejalan trip bermotor ke Italia dan Perancis serta Jawa dan Nusa Tenggara. Sosok begitu santun, lembut dan menyenangkan, yang banyak membacai tulisan saya di blog maupun edisi cetak National Geographic Traveler.

Sementara kejahilan dalam konotasi positif saya jumpai pada Ayos Purwoaji, peserta yang gemar menanyai keseharian saya, mulai soal perijinan dari keluarga atas kesukaan saya traveling, sampai bagian sudut kota Surabaya lama mana yang menjadi favorit saya.

Pertanyaan terakhir ini, sulit dijawab. Bukan karena tidak ada, tapi karena begitu banyaknya. Saya dibesarkan dan tumbuh bersama Surabaya, dan nukilan kenangan ada di setiap jengkal tanahnya.

Seperti juga saya menjadikan kedatangan kali ini sebagai momentum bertemu beberapa sahabat semasa SMU; Agus ‘Ampyang’, Dian dan Okto. Lebih dari 20 tahun kami tak berjumpa, hingga jeda antarkegiatan National Geographic Traveler di Surabaya saya manfaatkan untuk bersama mereka.

Termasuk menyantap nasi goreng Gubeng Pojok -–yang semasa kami sekolah harganya Rp 2.500,- per piring-– sampai bermain basket malam hari di SMU Negeri 7.

Semua demi kenangan dan kebersamaan yang sudah lama tak kami dapati. Dan semuanya terasa indah, berlangsung hingga lewat tengah malam. Satuan waktu yang mesti ‘dibayar’ untuk melunasi 20 tahun ketidakhadiran saya atas persahabatan kami yang dimulai dari sekolah.

Esok paginya, kegiatan National Geographic Traveler berlanjut dengan hunting foto di beberapa kawasan historis Surabaya.

Penjelajahan berawal dari Kantor Pos Pusat Jalan Kebon Rojo, menuju gedung Bank Mandiri sampai gedung pemerintahan dengan jam kuno, Tugu Pahlawan dan Gereja Santa Perawan Maria ‘Kelsapa’. Diteruskan area Jembatan Merah, mulai gedung-gedung tua bidang perbankan, bangunan berangka tahun 1880 sampai jembatan bersejarah dan berakhir di daerah Kembang Jepun, mulai gerbang Kya Kya, Jalan Slompretan, gang Bong sampai klenteng di Jalan Coklat.

Di antara langkah para peserta hunting fotografi yang kami selenggarakan, di tengah kemeriahan pasar dadakan seputaran Tugu Pahlawan hingga keanggunan bangunan-bangunan berlanggam kolonial nan jangkung, saya merasai keindahan Surabaya.

Memaknai bahwa setiap kali pulang ke kota ini mempertebal kenangan tentang sebuah kota yang telah membesarkan saya, seperti terlihat di hari ini.

Beberapa buku panduan perjalanan (travel guide) mengungkap; tak banyak yang bisa ditawarkan Surabaya sebagai destinasi wisata. Tapi bagi saya pribadi, semuanya berpulang pada cara masing-masing personal dalam memberikan makna pada sebuah tempat.

Tergantung pada kejelian menangkap momentum di sudut-sudut kota. Karena semua tempat adalah indah. Seperti kata Ampyang; hidup itu indah (dan tentunya sarat makna –-tambahan dari saya).

This posting is dedicated to:

‘rumah’ saya, tercinta Nicholas dan sahabat saya, Ampyang-Dian-Okto

Panitia Surabaya yang penuh energi: ‘Afternoon’ Nuha, Be’de kecil Icha, ‘Sampang Berbahaya’ Adhitama

Panitia Jakarta yang penuh senyum: ‘Cong’ Adit Noto, Purwo Subagiyo, Reynold Sumayku

Seluruh peserta workshop National Geographic Indonesia, terutama Ibu Myke, Dewi Aryanti, Pak Agus dan Pak Poer.

a wonderful person, an evening at royal albert hall

long time ago, i have favourite couple friends; jachan (italian) and cathy (american) who decided to set up brand new  life in italy. and the simplest way for jachan to address his beloved one is “a wonderful person“. i tried to understand what is the deepest meaning in that affectionate way to tell people about cathy, until i feel the same about someone who i love very much.

it was around a week before september 24th, when nicholas told me about reduction ticket  price  for classic fm live in royal albert hall. unfortunately, it’s not side-by-side’s seat. but one farthest to the other. all i can say, “just wait. if there’s our karma, it will be ours.”

i don’t know exactly what he did, until he tells me happily. “yes, confirmed. two seats for both of  us, side by side. mum and dad will attend the event too.” maybe just a coincident, but it’s something nice for me. even four of us will be seated per couple. not all in the same row. and our tickets are cheaper compared theirs for sure 🙂

during the event, my heart is burst of happiness. it’s a great classic concert, with solo violist sarah chang –a prodigy when she’s 6 years old playing solo– and the priests –tree tenors– on stage. i hold his hand tight. probably very tight. this is the first time i am going to see a classic concert, after my dad and my violin master passed away.

at that night, i can feel the term ‘wonderful person’ in the beautiful way. not copy from janchan, but understand it completely. not only about nicholas as  my beloved one. but the way he knowing me and to understand. he’s not complaint about i leave my violin class. only once asked “why?” and i try to answer, “when i decided to learn violin, i tied my heart to the instrument and the person who teach me. when he’s away, i feel something not complete. maybe i’m too childish, but i am sure, none of the new master can do his or her best as my master did.”

and another sentimental reason, of course my dad. who always encourage me to play. i remember his company to find a nice violin 3/4 when i am young. then 4/4 scale when i turn adult. he’s so touched when i buy a new violin with my own money after back from japan, 10 years ago. i address my newest violin as “tonska” [taken from russian nickname for ‘anton’ since mine is an anton breton’s product, made in 1979].

nicholas show me the reality. day will be following by another day. so its life. my beloved dad and violin master may go, but the essence of beauty still remain. about listening violin. something that i do really love before. something that connecting my life with my dearly dad and my violin master, pak le.

i love the concert from the beginning. when the choir singing carmina burana. when the priests is singing pie jesu. when the fireworks spreading behind the pillars. i know my dad smiles … somewhere, out there. and i love you nicholas, being a wonderful person for me. ich liebe dich!

Veris dulcis in tempore, florenti stat sub arbore
Iuliana cum sorore.
Dulcis amor!
Refl. Qui te caret hoc tempore, Fit vilior.

Ecce florescunt arbores, lascive canunt volucres;
inde tepescunt virgines.
Dulcis amor!
Refl. Qui te caret hoc tempore,Fit vilior.

Ecce florescunt lilia,et virginum dant agmina
summo deorum carmina.
Dulcis amor!
Refl. Qui te caret hoc tempore,Fit vilior.

Si tenerem, quam cupio,in nemore sub folio,
oscularer cum gaudio.
Dulcis amor!
Refl. Qui te caret hoc tempore, Fit vilior *

* carmina burana

s dniom razendraniya … pozdravlyau …

(c) ukirsari and nicholas ingram

day of days. time ties up.  sunshine and moonlight. walking through the path of life. the longest shorelines i’d ever have.  the highest mountains i can climb up so far. and i am still here. to be loved as to love. with all my heart.

i would like to underlining my personal travels. throughout my whole life. to the universe. from being nothing to be someone. who adore my parents and my beloved ones. they company me all the time. not always by physically presences, but rather into mentally and stay in my heart. that makes my heart blossoming. every single minute and everytime i hold my breath.

as summer has came. as the sky approaching to be truely blue. and the clouds gone away. shower rain sometimes. and i remember how nicholas loves to play with the droplets from above. the laugh and smiles we shared. as we throw away the umbrellas. what it so called? dancing in the rain?  running from bungalow’s kitchen after picked up the christmas pudding? but hey, it was not december, wasn’t it?

i am a summer child by birth, but my habit and behaviour reflecting i am an autumn person –no wonder i love fall season more than others. even so, my parents and everybody who loves me can accept just the way i am. so thankful about that and crossing fingers to give them my best. all the time. full of love.

i just want to say thank you very much and let you know how do i love all of you. papa, mama, nicholas, tone anungseto, saya sayang kamu semua. terima kasih untuk menemani saya di setiap ulang tahun dalam doa.

090609.  wait … isn’t that a great combination number to be owned by me this year? and within next 10 days from mine, it’s the birthday of my favourite hero,  José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda. an enchanting person with many abilities, including speaking in 22 languages, surgeon, painter, sculpturer, poem writer, novelist, opthalmologist. what a treasure for his family, nation and mankind. ang hindi marunong lumingon sa pinangalingan ay hindi makakarating sa paroroonan (rizal himself). and wait a minute … can it be reflected also by aki kaurismäki’s mies vailla menneisyyttä?