Thank you for crossing my path

My latest amateur work: flam on watercolor

Ada pepatah dalam bahasa Inggris yang mengatakan ini: We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.”  Belakangan, pepatah tersebut mengawang di pikiran ini seolah menjadi jawaban dari sekelumit pertanyaan mengganjal yang kerap muncul di kepala. Tentang orang-orang yang saya kenal yang kadang tanpa diduga datang untuk meninggalkan kesan di hidup ini. Sebagian menorehkan pahit, sebagian membagi manisnya dan sebagian lainnya mencampuradukkan semua rasa yang berakhir begitu rumit untuk diterjemahkan ke dalam bahasa.

Betapa Tuhan menciptakan manusia lengkap dengan takdir dan perannya di dalam hidup setiap manusia lainnya. Bagai agen-agen khusus, tiap-tiap diri ini diutus untuk masuk atau sekadar melintas di kehidupan manusia lainnya. Dan, di setiap persinggungan antara satu dengan yang lainnya, pasti ada pihak yang mendapatkan makna dari pertemuan itu. Walau terkadang, butuh waktu yang cukup panjang untuk akhirnya dapat mengekstrak makna tersebut.

Saya kerap membayangkan tentang orang-orang yang saat ini sedang singgah di hidup saya. Kalau beberapa tahun sebelumnya, saya dan siapapun yang saat ini saya kenal secara personal hanya lah Continue reading

A Mind Healing

One of my most recent amateur work in watercolor painting.

 My most recent amateur watercolor work

They say painting is an art. To me, it is a mind healing. It is some kind of luxury for me. I’m surely not a pro. But I took painting personally. Cause it works giving me some kind of mental/mind recovery most of the times. Like reading or writing, it is like a short escape from a not-so-yummy reality or just a bunch of jumbles in mind. We know that sometimes life scatters parts of ourselves. Through painting, I collect all of those pieces and it reproduces the new energy in me. And strangely through every scratch of my brush, I let go. Maybe it is why I paint more often when I am sad or in a very low mood. Some say we become more productive when we’re sad. And I agree on that point. 

It’s been a while now. I wish I could paint every day in my life. Maybe, someday…
 

A live mockery that danced

Last night, I had a strange dream.

I was standing in front of a hall of a house. The hall was unusually long and narrow. Some people walked past me through it and disappeared. I felt one of them pushed me, and hurried me to go into the hall. I was in doubt, but I entered the hall finally. I heard someone told me that I could meet my late grandma at the end of the hall. I didn’t know who it was. Didn’t even recognize the voice. But I followed through.

It was dramatic that I walked veeeery slow. Until I reached the end of the hall, and it was just an empty white wall. I was confused, and strangely I found out that I had to go to the right and made a little u-turn. People still kept passing me and left me with my own slow movement. Then at one corner I finally saw her standing gracefully.

She was wearing a veil covering the half of her face. But from her eyes, I knew it was really my grandma. She looked pretty younger than the version of her that I remembered before. Then I moved closer.

We looked at each other for some seconds. From the line around her eyes, I could see she was smiling at me. So, I smiled and suddenly felt very happy. I told her that I missed her so much. Yet, she didn’t reply, instead, told me this in a very steady voice, “You have to be a strong woman.”

I got the sentence crystal clear: You. Have. To. Be. A. Strong. Woman. I was pretty sure that I got every word of it plainly. And suddenly, the sound of her voice was echoing through the hall and getting even louder. It was more like an ascending sound that was moving toward me to get into my ears.

I woke up in the morning and found my self this very strange feeling. And it made me think.

All my life, I always thought myself strong enough. But, if I was, so why she, or perhaps the dream, had to tell me to be one? And, the dream turned out to me like a live mockery that danced on its own exquisiteness. It made me ask my self once again, have I been strong enough?


A response to the daily prompt: dramatic.

Interview Kerja dan Hobi

Sekitar tiga atau empat tahun belakangan, saya melakukan jobdesc tambahan di kantor untuk terlibat dalam employee recruitment bersama divisi HR. Peran saya sesederhana mengecek kemampuan Bahasa Inggris para kandidat. Kebetulan perusahaan tempat saya bekerja ini memang sangat mengedepankan kemampuan berbahasa, terutama karena banyak klien kami  merupakan perusahaan-perusahaan asing.

Dalam sesi interview, saya lebih sering menanyakan pertanyaan-pertanyaan di luar teknis. Karena saya pikir, saya gak perlu mengulang sesi yang sudah dilakukan User dan HR. Biasanya saya akan menanyakan sesuatu seputar aktifitas sehari-hari, keluarga, hobi dan minat si kandidat–walau sesekali tetap saya selipkan pertanyaan yang lebih serius hanya untuk meyakinkan seberapa jauh level kemampuan berbahasa Inggris para kandidat.

Dari entah berapa puluh atau ratus sesi interview yang saya lalui, ada satu hal yang menggelitik pikiran saya. Bahwa kebanyakan interviewee, yang 80%-nya adalah fresh graduates, selalu bingung, ragu atau asal jawab setiap  Continue reading