THE 40th DAY
Thursday, May 3, 2012
THE 40th DAY
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to
sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to
resist. Stewart Alsop
Been busy this week but I’ve
got something precious.
I
am Indonesian with Javanese culture. I was born in Pekanbaru which is a place
of Malay people. Growing up and having friends here make me a stranger in my
own culture, Javanese. Yep, both of my parents speak Javanese. I understand
what they are talking about but I’m not sure if I can utter the same language.
There’s a special accent in producing Javanese words.
Non Javanese : Apa kabar?
Javanese : Apha Khabar?
Do you
see the difference?
My
grandfather was passed away about 40 days ago. As a good Javanese, my parents invited
people to gather and pray for his soul in the 40th day
after his death. We are Catholic and this month is May, a month of the Virgin Mary, we
all prayed rosary together inside my house.
We were busy all day. Starting in the
morning my Buk’de (auntie) and Mbak (elder sister) cooked the food for the pray
event.
What kind of food? Indonesian cuisine of
course
Here is a
special story : Before his day, my grandfather
ordered his children to cook “nasi gurih”
(the rice that is steamed with coconut milk) for his 40th memorial day.
These are pictures of our cuisine :
There is also a tradition of delivering “nasi berkat” (blessing
rice) to the neighbours .
These are the pictures of it:
first, put the vegetables, "kerupuk," and "lauk-pauk"
in the plastic to make it more hygienist and easy to set
second, put "nasi gurih" and all in the "besek"
now "nasi berkat"is ready to deliver to the neighbors
I proud to be an Indonesian
I proud to be a Javanese
I proud to be a Catholic
I proud of my parents who save the tradition
Family traditions counter alienation and confusion.
They help us define who we are; they provide
They help us define who we are; they provide
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