Fog track of Ramadhan

Ramadhan reached its last day on the 20 September. Ended in sholat Ied together and ever more, eminent beverage, KETUPAT. Why then I gave the tittle with 'fog track'? As fire, ended in fog, so it is with Ramadhan. Some of us, will remain the warm of that fire, despite it flamed out. Other part will just see the fog, n forget the warm feeling. I my self feel, this is not the best Ramadhan that I've ever faced. Same problem happened, meaning that last Ramadhan wasn't really success to build better akhlaq for me. Now, I'm gonna stop my being sentimental about last Ramadhan. Remorse always come in the end, huh. But the good news is that I can kick out so many insignificance agenda from my schedule, i had more time to ibadah, I wish I did it.

Seeing how ravenous people in their shopping n holiday after celebrating Ied, show to me that Ramadhan is not that hip anymore. What I mean? Hmm, if you come to malioboro street in a few days after idul fitri, you'll see how jogja changed into Jakarta. The traffic jam!!!! Oh my god. If you fleshed out yor eye-shot, you couldn't see any space to breath. Hahh...carbon monoxide mushroom, the polution....grrrhhhh... But I won't tell about how polution make ramadhan is useless. The point is that everyone champed at the bit, no one can be patient! Oh yes, there were, but how much?? not that big-believe me. All vehicles raced with the other, overtaking were really suggested. Slow track wouldn't bring you to your destination. Haha. Even in the traffic jam they tried to overtake other...Shame! Where's our forbearance that learned during Ramadhan? Or may be, Ramadhan doesn't mean anything for us so that after it, no better condition happen. We learned nothing in Ramadhan. Hmmh. Only God knows it. That's why Ramadhan is useless, if no reparation happen in our behaviour then.

The anarchys didn't only happen in the street. Inside malioboro, in the mall, and mainly in Beringharjo market. The peak confusion were there, i thought. I said because I were there. I jammed in the mob in front of its access door. God! No space, can't move, can't breath. No one want to give away. Then irk thing happened..unfortunately, there were 'bapak-bapak pake peci' scream behind me.....'udah dorong aja..itu gak gerak-gerak yang di depan!'.

Directly I become irksome n snapped him back by saying like this: 'Pak, liat dong nih di depan ada anak kecil...jangan main dorong, kasihan!' (with high volume). Then he kept silent. While 'aksi sikut menyikut untuk keluar n masuk' still there. One door for two direction (enter vs exit). That's why the cheos took place there.

(to be continued)

26 September, 22.00 pm. When smthing sprag my head so that I can close my eyes n dreamt. Hoahmmm...