Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts

Monday, March 16, 2009

Darimana Datangnya Ilham?


Yang namanya ilham, bisa datang di mana saja dan kapan saja. Bagi yang kerjanya di bidang industri kreatif, pasti paham betul hal ini dan mengamininya. Oleh karena itulah, manusia yang lagi cari ilham – atau sebetulnya tidak dalam kondisi ’looking for, but who knows ...’ – haruslah selalu bersiap untuk menangkap ilham yang siapatau kebetulan melintas dan menghampiri.

Seperti baru-baru ini, lagi suntuk di satu petang pada suatu akhir pekan, dan merasa terganggu melihat celotehan tak lucu dari Komeng dan Adul di sebuah program ga penting di salah satu stasiun tivi swasta nasional, tiba-tiba aku terpikir satu hal.

Yaitu adalah, apa sebenarnya kondisi medis yang tepat untuk menganalisa dan menjelaskan keistimewaan fisik Adul? Tubuhnya kecil sepintas jadi mirip anak usia sekolah dasar, namun yang jelas umurnya sudah lebih dari batas minimal untuk memilih dalam pemilihan umum. Kalau dia memang menderita kondisi kretin, kenapa wajahnya tidak menua seperti Ucok Baba?

Terpancing rasa penasaran untuk temukan jawaban dan mengetahui kondisi medis si Adul ini, malah memunculkan ilham untuk menulis cerita seram, tentang seseorang yang tubuhnya tak pernah dewasa. Tentu saja bukan tentang seseorang yang darahnya dihisap oleh vampir ketika masih usia kanak-kanak, melainkan karena itu tadi, kondisi medis tertentu yang membuatnya demikian.

Jadi meskipun nantinya cerita khayalanku ini seram dan diduga mengandung unsur mistik dan klenik, namun sesungguhnya murni terkait kondisi psikologis dan fisiologis, serta dapat dijelaskan secara medis.

Kalau memang begitu halnya, cerita tersebut bisa disebut fiksi ilmiah tidak ya?

Terus, kira-kira judulnya yang cocok seperti apa ya?

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Yearning For More ...


It is 30 minutes past 1 AM already.
Thursday, November 20th, 2008.

After facing my personal computer in this darn office for over 12 hours, I start to imagining things,
That I’m already sleeping soundly on my comfortable bed and dreaming about electronic sheep and a paradise on earth where I don’t have to work my ass for miniature income until such wee hours.

Sleep, nothing that I crave more than it now.




Friday, September 12, 2008

Dan Aku Pun Bertanya ...


Apakah Kata senafas dengan Perbuatan ?
Tahukah Tanah apa yang akan tumbuh di atasnya ?
Sanggupkah Benak mencerna semua Isyarat menjadi Bahasa ?
Mungkinkah Makna bisa dibatasi oleh Imajinasi ?
Harumkah Bunga tanpa ada yang membauinya ?
Mengapakah Hidup tak bisa menjadi lebih sederhana ?

Mampukah cinta menyatukan dua hati ...
selamanya?

Monday, January 28, 2008

In The Land of Lego


Reminiscing of the things past as a kid who loved constructing things just to tear it down with much satisfaction, and then rebuild another - usually buildings or the whole town blocks - and brought them down again with quite much planned details as much as a preschool kid could have imagined (like an attack of a vicious gargantuan lizard i.e. Gojira, stormed by a foreign troops invading LEGOLand, or struck by a deadly natural disaster), it seemed very much appropriate when our parents gave me and my younger brother a LEGO set to played with.

It was only a small set designed to be built as a 2-storey house. Perhaps it was the least complicated set, and maybe also the cheapest. But as little kids with broad imaginations, we rarely took it as barriers. Instead, we made it into many variations of sets to support our story-telling powerhouse.
Other than the aforementioned stories, we did a 'play' on our version of soap-opera kind of Dynasty, or as a murder-mystery crime scene that was Murder She Wrote, or as background for a micro-sized reconstruction of last night Amazing Stories.

And when we finally fed up using it as a mere house just like it was intended to be on the first place, we challenged ourselves and constructed many other things instead. It became a thing like trailer-home towed by a plastic 'Made in Taiwan' truck, an exotic shrine for some kind of ancient occult built deep in a dark-mysterious jungle (which translated from our unmowned lawn), or a spaceship created to explore the inscrutable Mars (i.e. my sisters' room).

Oh, boy!

Even when I'm recollecting these years old, previously forgotten memories, I still recalled the fun and cheerful moments we had back then.

That was why I spent almost an hour at Senayan City's atrium last December when LEGO made a new national record in building the biggest miniature city super-blocks ever, complete with skyscrapers, suburbans, a port and an airport (ships and a miniature jumbo jet included).

Admiring the displayed details very much, I was rather more impressed when an older guy looked happily toying with a bajaj LEGO! It seemed that without my knowledge, LEGO has gone local. Wow, that's amazing!

I wonder what other localized models it had produced in the past decades and are already available in stores.

And then I smiled to myself seeing this guy's wide grin as he proudly exhibited the orange three-wheels vehicle - miniature model of the silent witness of the old Jakarta - to his son.

Now I believe that I'm not the only mature guy who still loves playing around with his childhood toys once in a while ("Am looking at you, Eri!"). And certainly, I'm not alone in wanting to congratulate LEGO on it's 50th Anniversary.



"Happy fiftieth anniversary, LEGO! I'll heart you always!"