May Day (Perjuangan Tanpa Akhir)

Pagi yang cerah, puluhan sepeda motor berjejer, berbaris rapi di depan PT MCS, sebuah pabrik perakitan komputer yang konon terbesar di jawa timur, puluhan satpam pabrik berkumpul, berbaur dengan para buruh, namun tidak ada permusuhan atau suasana tegang, semua tampak kompak, ceria dan semangat. “Siap bos, bendera wis siap juga”, tukas nyong, salah satu buruh pabrik tersebut’. Sebuah bendera besar warna biru dengan huruf kapital besar warna putih bertuliskan “Serikat Pekerja Seluruh Indonesia”, selaras dengan kaos warna putih dengan tulisan yang sama, yang dikenakan oleh seluruh buruh yang berkumpul di depan pabrik tersebut, “Ok, sudah siap semua rek? bendera ne’ di pegang Nyong sama Selamet, sing kenceng rek kalo pegang bendera”, perintah cak Wakid, salah satu supervisor di pabrik yang terkenal cukup vokal, dia juga sering di percaya oleh para buruh untuk memimpin demo dan merupakan ketua serikat buruh di pabrik MCS. “Mayday.. mayday”, “Hidup buruh.. hidup buruh”, teriak para buruh tersebut dengan lantang dan penuh semangat, “Ayo rek, berangkat”, Ucap cak Wakid dengan lantang dan penuh semangat, memberi komando kepada sekitar lima puluhan buruh pabrik, hari ini
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Kisah Pita Kuning

Pada tahun 1971 surat kabar New York Post menulis kisah nyata tentang seorang pria yang hidup di sebuah kota kecil di White Oak, Georgia, Amerika. Pria ini menikahi seorang wanita yang cantik dan baik, sayangnya dia tidak pernah menghargai istrinya. Dia tidak menjadi seorang suami dan ayah yang baik. Dia sering pulang malam- malam dalam keadaan mabuk, lalu memukuli anak dan isterinya.

Satu malam dia memutuskan untuk mengadu nasib ke kota besar, New York. Dia mencuri uang tabungan isterinya, lalu dia naik bis menuju ke utara, ke kota besar, ke kehidupan yang baru. Bersama-sama beberapa temannya dia memulai bisnis baru. Untuk beberapa saat dia menikmati hidupnya. Sex, gambling, drug. Dia menikmati semuanya.

Bulan berlalu. Tahun berlalu. Bisnisnya gagal, dan ia mulai kekurangan uang. Lalu dia mulai terlibat dalam perbuatan kriminal. Ia menulis cek palsu dan menggunakannya untuk menipu uang orang. Akhirnya pada suatu saat naas, dia tertangkap. Polisi menjebloskannya ke dalam penjara, dan pengad
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Hypnotic Dream Restructuring

“Aduh kasihan ya si Budi. Tadi malam masih sehat. Pagi ini bangun tidur lumpuh karena kena stroke” ujar Anto.

“Tapi yang aneh, barusan saya dapat kabar dari istrinya, Budi sudah di-MRI dan CT Scan. Kata dokter hasil scanning-nya bagus. Tidak ada yang bermasalah dengan otak atau saraf Budi. Dokter menyimpulkan Budi tidak kena stroke” jelas Mia.

“Kalau bukan stroke lalu kena apa ya dia? Tubuhnya lemah sekali dan lumpuh, tidak bisa digerakkan” tanya Anto penasaran.

Pembaca, pernahkah anda mendengar perbincangan serupa dengan yang saya tulis di atas? Atau anda sendiri pernah mengalaminya. Hasil pemeriksaan medis menyatakan tubuh fisik anda sehat namun anda (merasa) sakit. Inilah yang disebut dengan penyakit psikosomatis.

Secara khusus saya membahas hal ini di buku saya yang segera terbit di penghujung bulan Juni, The Miracle of MindBody Medicine: How to Use Your Mind for Better Health. Hasil riset yang kami lakukan di Adi W. Gunawan Institute of Mind Technology menemukan bahwa ada 15 (lima belas) faktor yang dapat menyebabkan seseorang mengalami penyakit psikosomatis.

Salah satunya adalah mimpi. Anda mungkin bertanya, “Lho, kok bisa mim
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Ten years down memory lane

Summer. Airport. Car ride. Old friends. Swimming. Sweet breads. Night chats. First touch. Hugs. My lips and yours. Memories. Holding hands. Long calls. Whatsapp. Another day, another time. Rains. Leave-patterned milk on our capuccinos. The fault in our stars. KFC. Your question. My uncertainties. First time. Goodbyes. Promises. Somewhere along the way you stole my heart away. Or maybe it has always been yours in the first place

Please let me make it right

It's funny how I remember things I'm not particularly trying to remember. Something that happened far far away in the past and was of no significant whatsoever in my life. It's even funnier when someone else whom happened to be with me when those things happened still remember as well exactly how I do. Somehow maybe things are not as insignificant as I think they were.

Right now at this moment, I badly want something that is not mine. Because this unimportant but not insignificant thing happened to both of us and we both happen to remember it all, even after all these years. Although I understand there must be so many more significant happenings since then, for you and the person you belong to. Is it bad to admit that deep down I had the feeling that we were meant to be, if only we were given the chance?

I know the things we talk about and the way you look at me must mean something. Maybe this time I can make it right..

The girl and the twin

Once upon a time in my life I knew two young men, who both loved the Science of Life and Japan and capturing the beauty of life in a silent still of photography. Two men with brains more than bright enough to bring them to a glittering future; who both never failed to mesmerize me with their harmonious guitar melodies; two men with such sensitive souls and eyes; two such similar men they made a perfect spiritual twin. Two men whom each has given me a glimpse of their wonderful world.

There were them and there was me. A girl who shared their love of Life but not their brains. Someone who admired their soul because she was slowly losing hers. Someone with whom one of them shared three years of laughters and tears that were never meant to be. Someone who was subsequently falling for the other one but was too afraid to be hurt and hurting again. Someone who is now wondering about the wonder and joy she might have had had she ignored her fear and just fall blindly. But now it's too late...

2001 More than words

It was just you and me sitting on the bench on those hot after school noons. We were talking and laughing about nothing in particular. It was just us stealing a chance to kiss for the first time in the darkness' arms, a kiss that brought by all other kisses and excitement trying to hide from the world. It was just us talking of how we were going to promise each other on the boat when we were older, how we would find each other again when the time came, no matter how long it has passed us by. It was just me and that song and the familiar pang in my heart for the memories of you, haunting me for this long ten years. Wondering when I could listen to the beautiful voice without having this invisible hands choking my throat and taking my breath away. But tonight I'm finally free from your ghost. I can wave goodbyes and thank yous for all you've given me. You still occupies a special part in my heart, for I will remember you with fondness and gratitude and even love, but it no longer hurts. It doesn't hurt anymore.