August 17th
Yep, yesterday on August 17th 2005, Indonesia celebrated its 60th years of independency. For humanbeing, it’s mature enough to be considered as an adult. But in this context, it would probably mean a baby developing country with so much homeworks to deal with.
But stop talking bout that. I’d never want to talk bout politics anyways. I juz wanna take few steps back to…let’s say…seven or eight years ago, when I was still in a senior high.
I was a member of PASUS at that time. PASUS stands for “Pasukan Khusus”, an extracurricular organization held to deal with some special events such as weekly routine “Upacara Bendera” (damned…I couldn’t find what it’s called in English…is it “Ceremony”…??? hihihi…sounds so strange…so keep it juz like that, ok? hehehe…), and any other special occassions that were dealed with discipline and leadership matters. Unfortunately, we - the PASUS members - sometimes were considered as an exclusive group of rude, synical, arrogant, tyrann people, who didn’t want to adjust with other’s rules, and who built a people force who didn’t ever want to be defeated by any other strength. What a very wrong judgement…In fact that there’s so much things we could learn from it; discipline, leadership, physical and mental strength, self confidence, nationalism, obedience, and even the human relationship among others…!!! See…??? It’s not negative…at all…Even it was the greatest place to learn, I think…
Thanks to PASUS for shaping me juz like this…I’m so proud being a little part of you…
Ok, stop memorizing. Actually I juz wanna tell you a little story about my experience to be someone who’s in charged for raising the national flag during Indonesia’s Independence Day Ceremony. Yeah…when I watched the live report on TV about “Upacara Bendera” at “Istana Negara” yesterday, suddenly I was sailing into last 7 years memory when I was at the “Pasukan Delapan”, eight people who’re in charged and honored to raise the flag. It was great, you know…Though I juz took part in my school area, it had been an honor to be a part of that “Pasukan Khusus” who got that special duty. But don’t ask me bout the preparation. It took us a long tiring month juz to be perfect…!!! Though our skin became so tan under the sun, though our feet were forced to keep standing all day long, though our cheeks were slapped sometimes (if only we’re not discipline), we’re still there…!!! A non-sense undescribable motive…juz to recall the duty. Or maybe…nationalism…??? I don’t know…All I know is juz that’s the only motive that we, the current youth, juz don’t have…
Ok…Maybe I was wrong with this but I’m sure, nationalism becomes so strange in our ears nowadays…
So who’s gonna be blamed…..???