On How to Kill Time on Traffic

I’ve been a commuter all my life. My dad used to commute with me and my sister until his body gave up when I was in college. So, I kind of know how terrible the public transportation and gridlock in Jakarta is. After moving to my new job, I have to adapt to a new route to reach my office. Not much of a change, I still have to go at 5.30 in the morning and arrive at home at 19.00.

Traffic is what I use to, so sometimes, I don’t complain about it. I thought it was what it called normal, though I know something has to be changed. 2 hours on the road seems boring enough for some of you and feels that we’re actually getting old in road. I used to bring my notes and write, but the road is bumpy enough to distract me. Thanks to technology, the 2.0 people seem occupied enough to their cell phone, tablet, and so on. They can still connect to the rest of the world (please ignore the part of constant complain at social media thing).

Remember the phrase “It is about the journey not the destination”? The phrase that all travelers seem to worship a lot? Here I ask you, would you still use it for your everyday routine when commuting?

I do.

Oddly enough, I find it quite alluring. Using a public transportation is about being together with your surroundings and environment. A bumpy road, noisy high scholars, annoying man with a large expensive tablet who occupy to much space, a woman who doesn’t patient enough to cut through the line, the traffic.

There are some ways actually to implement the phrase in your routine. It came with a certain rules, the first one is: try to enjoy it. Blaming anything for traffic or complaining during the road not going to take you anywhere (Oh, unless you are running a petition against the construction of 6 toll roads construction. Other than that, you are wasting your energy, really). After that, you have to choose. A choice between using your eyes and using your ear. Using both eventually will add the fun.

Using your ear means to close your eye and focusing on the voice and sound around you. It is fun actually to hear conversations, be it a funny one or an annoying one. A successful way of using this technique might bring you to make websites/books like Overheard in NY or Nguping Jakarta. It is also fun actually to hear a voice without knowing the source, you will be surprised to know what the voice’s owner looks like. A deep baritone voice might be owned by a girl wearing pink shirt. Sometimes, it is also effective to rest your tired eye for those who work at a monitor for almost 8 hours straight :P

The second choice is using your eye, which means you have to cover your ear from any sound. Bring your music player, listens to music. The research said, listening to music relax yourself. I don’t have any scientific reason for that one, but it happens to me. Using your eye is the easiest one to enjoy your surroundings.

Using public transportation forced you to meet a lot of people and thing, a foreigner in a suit, a woman with a green matching clothes, a group of teenager with minimalist clothing, a funny car sticker. Everyone is interesting, everything has stories. You might not going to know, but you can make up one. Make it a fun one, but try to not make fun of someone.

I remember sitting in my living room in my junior high, watching cable TV. One of the commercials used the tagline: use your imagination, because imagination has no limit. My family used to invest in cable network and books rather than having personal vehicle, and that is what shaped me into today. It is true, and it’s fun~

The journey home is not always that fun, sometimes you get wet from the rain, sometimes you have to stand a stinking man beside you and holds your breath for the next hour, or so on. I don’t deny that sometimes I stare blankly for an hour to the endless car queue, wondering when is it going to end, considering that I need to move town. But sometimes, it is easier to be happy and enjoy it.

A routine is a condition you choose for yourself. The reason why may vary but you have a choice to that condition, to enjoy it or complain about it, or even better, change it. You might choose and just be happy :)

Cerita Perjalanan

Tangan saya spontan menulis ketika membaca lagi post yang ditulis teman saya Ali malam ini. Ini saya, bercerita tentang perjalanan :)

Keluarga saya bukan termasuk keluarga yang berkelebihan, saya tidak terbiasa menghabiskan akhir minggu dengan berjalan-jalan. Ketika kecil, tempat terjauh yang saya datangi adalah Jogjakarta. Saya ikut Ayah saya untuk menghadari seminar dari kantornya. Saya ingat membawa pulang action figure (ciyee) Rama Shinta sehabis menonton sendratari-nya. Setelah itu, saya hampir tidak pernah berjalan-jalan keluar. Keluar negeri, keluar pulau, keluar kota (kecuali pulang kampung ke Garut waktu lebaran :P), bahkan keluar rumah. Saya miskin pengetahuan dunia, hal yang saya sadari sejak dulu. Jendela saya tentang dunia hanya lewat buku-buku, TV, dan internet.

Sampai akhirnya saya pindah ke Bandung untuk berkuliah, saat saya benar-benar keluar rumah. Selanjutnya, beberapa perjalanan yang saya lakukan dapat dihitung jari. Tahun 2008, saya hampir sampai di Ujung Genteng untuk hunting besar LFM tapi di tengah jalan, harus pulang karena saya harus mengikuti kelas Semester Pendek. Tahun 2009, saya ikut Kuliah Kerja angkatan ke Batam dan Singapura. Pertama kalinya saya membuat paspor dan punya stempel di dalamnya. Di tahun yang sama keluarga saya mengajak jalan-jalan keliling Jawa naik mobil di akhir tahun. Setelah saya masuk kuliah keluarga saya pertama kali membeli mobil. Perjalanan itu adalah kali pertama saya merasakan melompat dari kota ke kota, merasakan perubahan kultur, berkenalan dengan kerabat yang tidak pernah dikenal, dan pada akhirnya melihat keindahan.

Setelahnya, saya naik kereta ke Jogja di tahun 2010. Ini pertama kalinya saya naik kereta lebih jauh dari Purwokerto, kota kelahiran Ibu. Di tahun 2011, saya singgah ke Solo naik kereta, untuk kemudian kembali ke Jogja. Dan untuk kedua kalinya saya keluar pulau, Sulawesi, dalam rangka site visit dari kantor. Saya memilih menabung uang saya untuk investasi, saya skeptis dengan orang-orang yang keluar negeri. Sesungguhnya, mungkin saya iri dengan mereka. Saya iri atas keberanian-keberanian mereka melewati batas-batas, saya iri dengan kemampuan mereka melangkah ke sana. Kadang saya terdiam melihat catatan perjalanan kakak saya, tur ke kota-kota Asia Tenggara, ikut seminar di Dubai, pulang pergi Lombok-Bali (bahkan tahun ini dia sudah membeli tiket pesawat yang bertepatan dengan Ubud Writer Festival, cih cih acara impian saya sejak 3 tahun lalu). Tapi saya masih merasa takut akan tempat-tempat baru.

Di tahun 2012 akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk mengeluarkan semua isi tabungan. Saya diberikan kesempatan berkeliling ke beberapa tempat, termasuk naik Argo Bromo Anggrek (sang penguasa jalur kereta Jawa). Bukan karena akhirnya gaji saya bersisa, tapi karena saya ingin melihat apa yang saya lewatkan selama lebih dari 20 tahun. Keuangan saya masih gonjang ganjing sehabis pulang dari Jepang, sudah hampir 3 bulan saya cuma pindah dari rumah ke kantor, tapi anehnya tabungan saya masih kosong :)) Tapi saya tidak menyesali apapun. Saya tidak berani menyebut diri saya traveler atau backpacker, atau yang lainnya. Saya bahkan tidak berani menuliskan kata traveling di kolom hobi. Karena semakin saya tahu, semakin kecil saya menyata di dunia.

Pada akhirnya, saya mungkin belum mampu berjalan dari Andalusia ke Mesir (obsesi sejak membaca The Alchemist), menginjak Pokhara, bahkan Baker St 221-B. Saya bahkan belum pernah ke Bali. Dunia saya masih potongan kecil atlas. Tapi perjalanan-perjalanan diciptakan untuk menemukan tempat-tempat, benda-benda, wajah-wajah. Setiap perjalanan menciptakan perjalanan baru, dan cerita-cerita baru. Cerita yang kemudian menciptakan perjalanan-perjalanan lainnya.

Cerita-cerita tentang perjalanan tidak selalu tentang frame-frame lansekap dengan ribuan warna, tidak selalu tentang matahari terbenam, atau aurora borealis. Cerita-cerita tentang perjalanan tidak selalu tentang kebahagiaan, tidak selalu tentang patah hati, lalu kekecewaan dan kesendirian. Cerita-cerita tentang perjalanan adalah tentang mencari dan menemukan. Tentang jiwa-jiwa yang haus, yang mengaduh untuk membuka mata, yang mengais serpihan langit dan gunung-gunung api. Menggapai awan-awan dan gemericik air terjun. Tentang gen sang pengembara.

[James] Cook tewas dalam sebuah pertikaian berdarah melawan penduduk Hawai’i sepuluh tahun kemudian. Kematiannya, menurut se­bagian orang, menutup apa yang dianggap oleh para ahli sejarah Barat sebagai era penjelajahan. Namun, itu tidak menghentikan penjelajahan kita. Kita tetap terobsesi untuk memetakan seluruh Bumi; mendatangi kutub-kutub terjauh, puncak-puncak tertinggi, dan palung-palung terdalam; berlayar ke setiap sudut, lalu melesat ke luar angkasa.

Gen Pengembara – National Geographic Indonesia, Januari 2013

Bon Giorno!

I will be honest with you. It is a desire for me to have my own domain since I was still in elementary school. My dad introduced me to the internet that time, and my life was suddenly changed. I’m sure remembered that my first choice on my college entrance exam was School of Electrical and Informatics (which then I failed to enter). Being the IT guy is still kind of cool, because you can really do almost anything to amuse people. Like this guy for example.

It had always been on my wish list since 2011: having a personal domain + hosting. Then, there you go, 2 years later I checked my first, oh wait second—the first one was subscribing to National Geographic and NG Traveler—things to do on 2013 list.

I am permanently moving here:

http://blog.uncletivo.com

Why not using my own name? Haha. Let’s keep it simple, I think my name is long and I hardly state a specific nickname because people called me different names to this day :)) Besides, I’m in love with the family of TIVO. I’m assured that you will be seeing them more often.

Thank you for landing here, welcome :)

Being 25 :)

There are so many myths about being 25. Hope shatters, dreams faded, feelings forgotten. All those miserable things that could happen to a man. Last October, I celebrated my birthday alone, in the land of strangers. This is a birthday present I bought for myself after a quarter of a decade standing on earth. I went to Hokane that day, exploring the city alone.

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Hakone is a small city in south of Tokyo, not too far from Mt. Fuji. The city is quiet and peaceful, a perfect place to enjoy the fresh air or relaxing in the hot springs. I haven’t quite experienced it myself but some other times maybe.

It is quite windy that day, and I intentionally left my sweater back at the hostel for reasons I don’t understand it either. As the chill air greeted me, I went straight to ride the bus. The destination was Lake Ashi, an astonishing lake with a pirate ship ride and its beautiful surrounding views. I chose the Hakone-machi pier as my departure point because it is the farthest pier, allowed me to enjoy the cruise much longer.

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The other pier—Moto-Hakone pier offers another interesting view, there is torii (a red gate) that build below water.

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Along the ride, there was a guide that point what mountain or building we’re going to pass, complete with its historical background and purposes.

The next station took me to a ropeway, my first experience floating through a looking glass in midair. I shared the cable car with some Japanese family, all were in their late of age. I guess Japan senior citizen like to travel, since it is finally their free time after working so hard on their productive age. Things that I haven’t quite sure for myself, what would I do when I hit their age? Having a small theater and a library? Produce a dream machine?

There is a pit stop for the ropeway ride in Owakudani, the valley of hell. There is a famous food served here, a black boiled egg that said can prolong your life for 7 years. The black rock valley breathes smoke from its pores.

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It became more breathtaking when the ride continued, the mountain and its beautiful forest blinded me from the rest of the world. Autumn came late that time, though it was already mid-October, the tree hadn’t changed its color to a perfect orange and gold. Though some part had become yellowish, the color that still silenced me for minutes.

As I look my feet and seeing how high I float that day. I know I might be hitting a bottom someday, or I might be floating higher at some place. I know there is so little that I already accomplish and seeing other’s achievement make me kind of small. I don’t deny that sometimes, I threw chances and didn’t do anything about it. I know that this year got me so far away from what I wanted to accomplish. There are too many moments that I kept between myself and the wall in my room. The one that ended up in midnight silence, between the sound of the ticking clock and Chris Martin’s voice. I really wanted to stop the feeling of being left behind, I want to start doing what I can do along with what I have to do, to catch up with the rest of the world. I want to write stories. I want to spend the rest of my life falling in love. With the earth, the sky, the ocean, the stars in the constellation, You, also you, all things that dance like fire, and the rest of the world. I wanted to float longer, but the ride stopped there.

I stepped on the ground again. Realizing, all those things that float must not stay there. I need to take all those back to the ground and walking with me, in every breaths.

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I continued my journey through a cable car tram from Sounzan to Gora, through a beautiful forest and sloping route. I chose a seat right behind the machinist, watching closely to all instruments that he stringed along the way. Wondering that he could be a machine that acts like human, as if emotion was left behind at the station, as if routine had made the mind dull. A reality, an everyday routine. Doesn’t it happen to all of us?

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I took another train from Gora Station, Hakone Tozan Railways brought me back to Odawara. Along the way, I met a group of elementary school children going on tour. They came in pairs, holding hands with each other, ready with their backpack and water bottle. The teachers taught them to hold on to their ticket and sit calmly. Seeing all the glittering eyes around me just reminded how new things could amuse you. When does my last time being like that? Passionate little things, trying to conquer the world without any anxiety.

The trip to Hakone ended with a strong realization of what I want to do next year and maybe another year ahead.

Hey, being 25 doesn’t always take you to a quarter life crisis, like all those sappy things that all magazines wrote. It is just the same year every other time, only it gets brighter ;) Somewhere there is time you’ll discover that this is too beautiful, to just spend all those times feeling bad over something. If something doesn’t work, your beautiful scenario ruined, let’s configure another timeline. Why wasted all the things just to fit in, just to please people you don’t want to. You are too beautiful. Isn’t it finally a time to focus on you, to let yourself shine?

We grow up and we over think all things, we’re afraid of thing we don’t know of. We just desperate to have a safe place to relax, but sometimes, maybe all you have to do is open the window, go to your backyard, see the sunlight, roll, kiss the air, burn the firework, and just dancing, maybe in the rain.

Then it happened, I want to spend the rest of my life falling in love :)

(Taken from my travel journal on October 16th, 2012)