on House Maids, Colonialism, and Conscience

Thursday, November 6, 2008

One of our maids didn't go back after Lebaran. Well, she did go back about 2-3 weeks after Lebaran to pick up her clothes. But she received enough rants and reprimands from my mom that I'm sure she won't ever want to go back to work at our house at any cost.

It's probably for the best. She was a bit on the lazy side and she was being disrespectful to Bik Yah. Bik Yah is the true master of our house. Once, I was even thinking to create a spin-off from the popular TV show 'Suami-Suami Takut Istri' (Husbands Afraid of Wives). I would call it 'Majikan-Majikan Takut Pembantu' (Employers Afraid of Maids). The screenplay would be inspired from my experience at home the day before. Easy breezy money.

Bik Yah has been with our family for more than 10 years. She's never been married and both her parents have passed away. In a way, she thinks of us more as her family just as we treated her more than just our maid.

Bik Yah doesn't listen. We fight a losing battle on our mission to have her dishes less salty. Everytime, after eating her meals, we would tell her,
Oh my God, Bik Yah, it's too salty! Do you know that people could die from eating too much salt? Can you please make it less salty next time?

She would just reply lazily,
Oh, too salty? That's too bad.

That's all she does though. Come the next meal, it would be salty as usual and we would do the same routine again. Nothing ever changes. We often wonder why we even bother telling her. We will still say it nevertheless. It is us pretending that we have any say to things that enter our body.

Sometimes, we even assume that she's doing this for our health sake. You see, both my mom and I have low blood pressure, so Bik Yah is only being thoughtful when she adds that extra heap of salt when cooking. I know... the lies we say to ourselves.

We often get chastised by Bik Yah. She would lecture my mom from buying things that are too expensive from the grocery store. She'd also lecture me if I skip meals or not eating the food that she has made for me.

Sometimes, when she makes mistake and receives some lecture from my mom, I would involuntarily release such ugly and evil laugh of which I have no ability to stop. My mom would then stop lecturing, and both her and Bik Yah would look at me with the look of disbelief.
Mom: Dear God, is this really my child?
Bik Yah: Poor nonik (nickname for me), she seems a bit loopy. Maybe she needs more salt.

Bik Yah however, is very loyal to her friends. She would defend the other maids even if the reason my mom lecturing them is their rude and disobedience to Bik Yah. Such is the enigma of Bik Yah.

And so, we are looking another maid for a replacement of the foregone maid. Her main job is pretty much to assist Bik Yah doing the house chores and keep her company during the day. So, we made a phone call to the to-go-to person for this maid business. Last Sunday, he arrived with a guy and 2 children.

My mom and I were on our way out, so we both met them at our driveway. The guy brought forth the older child and introduced her to us:
Hi, this is my niece. She's 16 years old, no ... 14 years old. She doesn't go to school anymore, so I figure that it's better for her to help around here rather than sitting idle at home.

My jaw was probably dropped for a good 30 seconds or so before I remembered to close my mouth shut. Here, in front of me, was a kid that is way shorter than me, and peeps, I am short. She was carrying a backpack that covered her whole backside. She had a blank stare, completely oblivious of the whole situation. My mother would later call her as piyek (a chick, indicating her young age and her greenness). My estimation... she is no older than 10 years old, 12 years old would be stretching it.

While her uncle was trying to convince us to hire her and her little brother was making circles around us while giggling endlessly, my mind wandered...
Is this thing even legal?

If we employ her, will we be sued by the Komnas HAM (human rights committee) and Komnas Perlindungan Anak (children protection committee)? Will we replace Syekh Puji as the headline filler?

Can employing her be categorized as slavery and therefore put us with the likes of Dutch and Japanese during the colonialism era?

I can totally imagine Bik Yah afraid of telling her around and instead treating her like a queen, which will make her position higher than us, her employers. My mom will try to order her to water the garden and she would hurt her little fingers from pressing the tip of the hose, trying to increase the water pressure. Her uncle would come marching, together with Kak Seto (the head of Komnas Perlindungan Anak) and demand the best medication that money can have or else we will be on the newspaper headline the next morning.

Luckily, my mom told the uncle a straight no as the answer, noting her young age and her petite figure as not suitable for the tasks in our house.

As they left, I can't help but wonder where she will end up with that kind of uncle as her guardian. Will she be employed at other household or will she work at the street selling newspaper or worse, begging.

As I imagined worse and worse scenarios, I wonder if we should have employed her instead. She could help around a bit and she can go to school during the day just like kids around her age do. Sure, we will be further ignored by Bik Yah, but we're used to it by now.

But who am I kidding, taking care of another human being will be the last thing on my mom's agenda during this hectic moment in our family. And I know that this is just my impulse saying, further consideration would deem this idea as unrealistic and foolish thinking.

But there seems to be something wrong. Should I have done something? Can I do something? Do I want to do anything?

Conscience can be such a terrible thing to have.

I voted!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

November the 4th has finally arrived. Today is the first time I exercise my rights of living in a democratic country and vote to elect the leader that will bring the changes we all hope for.

So who did I vote? No, I didn't vote for Obama. Nor did I vote for McCain. Uhmm, so who did you vote peyo?!?!?

Sadly, I'm in no position to vote the leader of the United States. What I have the right for is to vote the leader of East Java province, Indonesia. Hooray!

So, here's the background. It's the second round of election. There were 5 candidates in the first round, and it has now been reduced to 2 candidates.

And here are the candidates:


So, who did I vote? Well, let me first give you the reasoning behind my decision:

1) Khofifah doesn't have any nickname. Karwo has a cool nickname: PakDe Karwo (Uncle Karwo).

2) Khofifah's ads suck, the same goes for her public speaking skill.

3) Karwo's ads are more tasteful, and he chose a very funny and easy to remember slogan: Coblos Brengose (Prick The Moustache).

4) Khofifah is backed by Megawati. I don't like Megawati.

5) Gus Dur, who elected Khofifah as his minister during his term, has turned his back against her and backs Karwo instead. I like Gus Dur.

6) This picture:



And so, after thoughtful consideration, I voted the candidate that I believe will be best suited to lead my province:


I decided to nyoblos brengose (prick the moustache)!

No final decision yet as to who wins the election. But I will update the post with the final result.

Surely I hope that Karwo will win, but not because I feel strongly for him. It's more like the feeling after picking a team or a horse to win the race, but without placing any bet on it. I will be happy if the team or the horse actually wins, but I won't cry over it if it loses.

So, how do I feel after exercising my rights to vote for the very first time? This street poet says it better than I ever can:

Picking a girlfriend/boyfriend is better than picking a governor

Amen brotha!

Maboroshi no Hikari

Sunday, November 2, 2008

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.
Henry David Thoreau

Maboroshi no Hikari (1995) tells a story of Yumiko, a young widow who tries to make sense the death of her husband. She remarries again and finds joy and peace in the daily life, but she still can't stop questioning why her husband killed himself.

Maboroshi is a quiet and beautiful story. There are very minimal conversations and most of them are just daily conversations. We only sense the pain, the struggle, and emotion of Yumiko through her body language, her quiet contemplation when she's alone, and her involuntarily drift from her daily chores.

The star of the movie is the beautiful cinematography. The camera doesn't move. It decides the angle it will take for the particular scene and stays there. Most of the time, it decides to stay distant and at a low angle. It works really really well. Each scene is beautiful. The composition, the lighting, and the shadow are just right. I also love the small details that the director, Hirokazu Kore-Eda, emphasizes on many of the frames.

Watching this movie is like watching a play or reading a poetry. You become an active observant during the film. You empathize with Yumiko and you try to understand what she's thinking at that moment. You also appreciate scenes after scenes as if you are a museum attendance who can't help but admire the beautiful paintings on the wall.

I have to say that it is very refreshing to watch a film that really appreciates life for what it is; the struggle, the joy of the moment, and the acceptance of things unknown.

Since a picture speaks louder than words, below are some of my favorite images from the film (note that it was very hard to reduce it down to only 16 images):

maboroshi no hikariYumiko is saying goodbye, not knowing what happens next

Reflection of Yumiko

Yawned

maboroshi no hikariThe first night together

maboroshi no hikariSake at the foreground, party at the background

maboroshi no hikariView from the kitchen

maboroshi no hikariPerfect lighting and composition

The reflection

Children playing

One of the pillow shots - a rest/segway before the next scene

maboroshi no hikariYumiko's source of joy

Beautiful

Grandfather and grandson

maboroshi no hikariA slit of light

maboroshi no hikariAlone at the bus stop

maboroshi no hikariMy most favorite scene: silhouette of a funeral procession that Yumiko followed

Apology for the image quality, it breaks my heart but the only copy I have is a low resolution.

link: imdb

Pornography bill passed... and so it goes

Friday, October 31, 2008

The Pornography Bill was finally passed yesterday.

Color me surprised. The debates and demonstrations for the Pornography Bill has been going on for ages, even before I went back to Indo for good. I think at the very least, it's been going on for more than 2-3 years.

I never think of this issue as more than just a pleasing distraction from the more pressing and depressing issues that we, as a nation, have to face. Corruption, Economy, Education, Healthcare, ... Humbugh! Let's talk about pornography and the immorality of goyang bor people!

Come to think of it, I always assumed that this whole issue started because Rhoma Irama was jealous of the rising popularity of Inul and Dewi Persik. Bravo Oma!

Alas, this whole thing has turned into a law that restricts the freedom of expression for women. The extremist can rejoice. The liberalist and feminist can cry, and probably perform another round of demonstrations. Don't know if it will do any good at this point though.

I'm too tired to protest and complain, so let's take the positive side shall we girls?

Soe Hok Gie once said (paraphrasing cause I can't find it at google):
Bagaimana wanita bisa maju kalo yang dipikirkan hanya bedak dan lipstick saja?
How can women progress if the only things they think of are face powder and lipstick?

So, devil may care for our appearance and looks. Let's put on our sweaty pants and oversized T-shirt and eat ice cream and junk food together. Slumber party at my place?

Sorry boys, you're not invited, it maybe illegal and I don't want to break the law.

All is well

Thursday, October 30, 2008

There was a couple walking in front of me on the parking lot last night. I was too immersed with my own thoughts to spend anytime nitpicking their conversation or fashion choice.

I'm hungry.
I hope dinner will be good.
All I want to do is to have a long sleep after dinner.
Great... my life is so exciting.

Suddenly though, my train of thoughts stopped. The guy grabbed an empty glass on the ground.

Wow, never in a million years I would consider people in Surabaya to be so environmentally conscious.
I wouldn't even do it myself.
If I do that, I would get my hands dirty, and I'm not sure if I bring my antibacterial with me.
It would contaminate my hand, and later my face because I always touch my face with my hands.
I can't pick it up, I'll get acne if I do that!!!
Man... the guy is a better person than me.
He doesn't even look like a nice guy.
Should I not be so quick to judge?
Maybe the world is not as bad as I think.
Probably, there are good people in this world and I'm just too cynical to see them.
Maybe I should reconsider how I view this world.
Have I been wrong all this time?

My train of thoughts stopped again. The guy has thrown the empty glass to the ground next to my car.

What the heck dude?!?!?!
Dude... you totally disappointed me.
You just crushed my faith to the world.
Man... the world is as I suspected.
I was right.
It's a good thing I guess, rewiring your view of the world is a very tiring process.
Yeah, it's a good thing.
Sigh, I guess, in a way ...
All is well.

What I did during my lebaran break

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

> Watch Gie
> Watch Deliver Us From Evil
> Watch La Vie en Rose
> Watch Into The Wild
> Watch Leatherheads
> Watch 3 hari untuk selamanya
> Watch There Will Be Blood
> Watch Charlie Wilson's War
> Watch Wordplay
> Watch Atonement
> Watch SAW
> Watch Luther
> Watch Manhattan
> Read Catchers in the Rye
> Read Cat's Cradle
> Read Slaughterhouse Five

Yeah, I'm good.