1/19/2013

Ritual Pasola West Sumba




                                  
   Sumba is not less interesting, riding skills bareback is sublime tradition for centuries, until the recent regeneration can still see their expertise to control the horse. Bilapun being driven fast at war ritual rolling.
Pasola not a demonstration of virility of the men of West Sumba, but part of the ceremony that celebrated peak Nyale setahunsekali Festival. Starting from the third week or after the full moon appears. February was held in the Lamboya and Kodi, in March in Gaura danWanokaka.Wilayah region is a vast terrain. This event is a ritual homage to the ancestors UNDER (Marapu).
It is said that the ceremony was initiated from a folk legend. A King of the Moon has a very beautiful girl, PutriNyale. Therefore the princess sorry for the suffering population due to crop failure along the dried rice granary. Then he sacrifices himself to plunge into the sea. After that the King and the people sorry. But luck came, the harvest was successful. The princess turns change into worm-cacingkecil visiting residents every year. So the number of worms believed to determine the crop year.
The series begins with a ceremony Pasola hijacking an object sacred rice. Like the other ceremonies could not be separated from the blood. One night earlier when le or sea worms appear predictable, young girls gather at a particular beach. The men getting fist each other with their kepalantangan wrapped in leaves of wild thorn bush. Blood must flow as an offering for the Marapu. With the target hit was the eye, an injury that can be blinding in order to speed up the victory.
The next day the ceremony turned into Sodan region, or village in which Rato pendekarnya stay. There are paths that taboo to pass, there are dogs that can make the victim becomes insane when bitten. The Rato seen wearing headbands berkain merahberbentuk triangle surrounds her. Dancing and beating drums were believed to be a rare skin human skin has died.
As the rising sun had prepared two begin a battle near the beach. Then transferred to the field Pasola sacred. Altered patterns into two kabisu (two groups) are each composed of 75-150 people riding on each side. Blunt-tipped javelin javelin began flying. A warrior riding always bring 3-4 javelin, to repeat invade Previously spears are sharp as daggers be held until there is a impregnable dead. But as policy between population change it in order to avoid retaliation endless. Pasola believe it for the dead or injured is a form of penance in the spirit Marapu and Princess Nyale. (Stumps / * berbagaisumber *)



12/11/2012

CAMPUS MY FUTURE

                     CAMPUS  MY FUTURE
                          
Now ........
Morning arrives, the time continues to run
The turmoil spirit into the future
Future in an object
Where I come to know challenges
I know, I was always with you
With you ......
We together toward that object
The object of our future
Objects that our smile
Although people speak of that object
And I hear that word
You're dirty, you're young, you do not
Famous, you're not qualified even
You often say behind
And poor .....
For me ..... you're the hidden gold
You're the hidden paths straight
You're the future of the straight
You're the beloved campus
IKIP BUDI UTOMO MALANG

TOGETHERNESS




                                                                                        

                  TOGETHERNESS
 
Day kept changing
Stage by stage, kept together
With a variety of colors we spent together
Not aware of the time we stay for a while
fellow soldier
Is there togetherness
Is there a sense of our brotherhood??
Is there any sense to feel mutually
From the beginning we kept together
We smiled together
We laugh together, we argue
we fight and sometimes we cry
                                                            
Because our ideals meet
Because of our shared ideal
Because our ideals greet each other
Because our ideals will split
Fittingly friends?
When I hurt my heart cry
When I fought my heart sorry
If we kidding, my heart is happy
It was all because of
 a "Togetherness"


                             

                                                                     

ME AND MY WOUND IN YOUR MEMORIES



ME AND MY WOUND IN YOUR MEMORIES

     If I had to choose………
I want to be in this place forever
Let not feel sore every breath I blow
I'll never feel lonely in every step of my life

     Here I find the best………
Even more beautiful than the hurt that you leave
More crowded than the silence that you left
More than what I wanted and what I wanted

   Laughter etched off the trail every step…….
Accompanying my footsteps tread by tread a delicate
That misses the peace in between heart hurt
Who tuned in every inner coolness tortured

   Me and my heart is ....
Trying to feel you, taste you ...
Take in every breath a sigh this
For a sense of what I want to be present in my soul

   Verge of windows to the soul's…..
There are only a cool silent
Staring lonely longing that weave
And only silence understands ...