Kasidi Velintry (1) - The First Day of Velintry

The First Day of Velintry

The next day, for some reason this problem that had actually been tried to be forgotten, came back to my head. Kasidi may often be inconsequential, have his own way, be stubborn, never think about other people's feelings, but as far as I can remember, he has never lied. If he says I will do this, then this is the only thing he will do. If he say he will do that, then that's all he'll do.

The cell phone rings. There is a WA text coming in. From Kasidi. Well it's starting now. This will keep happening until he decides to stop. There will be tomorrow. There will be one the day after tomorrow too. It will stop and go if this crazy guy decides to stop. It's a bit annoying, but secretly there is also curiosity. What kind of jumping ideas will emerge. Worth the wait, worth the wait.

The Language Proclamation appeared right before our eyes. Written in italics. It's also possible for this crazy person to know how to download an application that allows italics to be displayed on the cellphone screen. It's just that the title of the Proclamation is language. Tomorrow there will indeed be a commemoration of the independence of our beloved country which is always accompanied by the reading of the Proclamation, but that is the Proclamation of Independence. Not a Language Proclamation. Well ...  

After the title, a fairly long stanza or verse appears. 22 lines. A stanza containing 22 lines is clearly not a short stanza. This is a long verse, even it is a very long stanza. Then read immediately, albeit slowly, this long first stanza.

At this moment, when thousands of yellow
          leaves fall to the earth,
Fill the sidewalks, yards, streets, whisper
softly to tempt your heart.
Not too happy but also not sad because
it's not a tragedy.
This is a normal and natural event, autumn
is like that.
Yellow leaves are falling everywhere because
if you don't do this,
When the snow is heavy, the proud tree
stands tall,
Complete with lush and cheerful green leaves,
Maybe you gasp under the weight and then
fall and fail to stand up.
But as nature arranges, even though there are
          no leaves anymore,
In fact, the load becomes lighter, the heavy snow
          will be successfully passed.
The proud die, the clever ones stand until spring.

This is what is here, while in RI, the story
is different.
The old leaves do fall off but the young ones
          continue to appear radiantly,
Falling shoots fall off the seedlings again,
so it happens repeatedly.
The trees are always lush green bathed
in sunlight.
And now, from the land where the trees
cleverly trick themselves
And from the ground where the leaves
always sprout again,
A proclamation, the language proclamation,
is like a trumpet
Blown several times to announce that now
part of the promise
What was delivered almost a century ago
is updated,
Because it will not only be respected but
also given a code
So that it becomes the language of the
          countries... language on earth.

Stop for a moment to take a breath. Feels breathless. It's like a short distance runner being forced to run ten kilometers. Really breathless. Damn it, Kasidi wrote so long, without pause. It's just that the content may be there. Must read again.

After reading the second time, my breath was no longer short of breath. I've been able to adapt. Silently smiled to himself. Unexpectedly, this crazy guy can do it too. The writing is good. Just listen to the string of words 'Now, when countless yellow leaves fall to the earth,' which are very poetic. The word 'laksa' or 'berlaksa' is a strong word, has a very strong character and mystical nuance. Wouldn't it be different if the word laksa was replaced with ten thousand? Ten thousand is an ordinary word, not strong, has no character, has no mystery, but 'laksa'? Wow... amazing! Strong, dignified, full of enthusiasm, As the yellow leaves fall to the earth. Strong, authoritative, passionate lines. Even the word fall also adds authority and mystery. It is as if this fall is not just yellow leaves that are falling, which are actually falling, but also means that the fallen warriors and 'pralaya' gave their souls and bodies to the mother earth.

Just before this wandering in the metaphorical realm continues and becomes difficult to control, awareness arises and slowly creeps in. Just leave it to the readers who will continue the metaphorical mystery journey of these beautiful and authoritative lines, if they are indeed beautiful and authoritative, don't be you. There's still a lot of work. Just read and enjoy what comes up. What if Kasidi doesn't want to stop before a thousand days, for example? Wouldn't there be a thousand Kasidi-style leaps of thought that would emerge? Do you still want to continue providing analysis and appreciation for everything? Just reading is hard, man...

I was also surprised to find this kind of awareness emerging. There's a point, there's a point. Just reading it is definitely hard, especially if you are tempted to join in providing analysis. Let others provide additional analysis and appreciation. Do they really deserve to be considered incapable? They are capable, they can, maybe even as great or even greater than you. So yeah, just let it be. Just read it and then combine it. Nothing more nothing less. The rest, just leave it to those who will read it.

With a deep sigh, the determination finally emerged to just read and collect. Not added by analyzing everything. Let all appreciation for all existing contents and allusions be left to the reader. Yes, they definitely can, right?

Penetrating into the heart of human civilization,
          past and present,
Language actually still holds a lot of mysteries,
Unfortunately not many people have time
to think about it anymore.
The only ones left are those who are busy
          studying and researching
The role and function of language as
a means of communication.
Many are also busy with rules, spelling,
meaning and significance.
The other is with structure, with construction
and then deconstruction.
In short, the name of language has been
studied many times,
Until it is said that language is naked,
it no longer holds any mystery.
Ha ... ha ... ha ... at first glance it's true,
          language is indeed completely studied,
But is it true that there is nothing left in the
          language that is called mystery?
Of course there was, still is, and will always be,
          this is a natural trait.

The Language Proclamation has become
a historical record, starting now.
Notes will continue to be read or simply
          disappear, also a mystery.
It is equally mysterious whether this
          proclamation strengthens
the three promises,
Or is it nothing more than just a joke
when drinking coffee while eating bread?
The first proclaimer, the first language
          proclaimer, that's for sure.
The exact number is 279, on October 28 2013,
          that's midnight last night.
But they or we certainly won't matter much
If the main proclaimers will follow soon
Don't want to work together to continue
calling for this material proclamation.
There's still a lot of work, maybe it won't be
          finished, until we die,
But once the promise is hoisted high,
we never run away.
The determination has been sealed, the promise
has been denied, now remains
All proclaimers carry out their promises
in everyday life.
Language is a reflection of the soul,
a marker of true human honor,
Even honor and dignity can also be
measured using this.
Free language is not a language of lies,
free language has characteristics
Respect fellow children of the earth,
far from insulting and insulting,
Although there are a lot of entries related to this.
That is the language of the children of the land
          which is now the language
of the children of the earth.
The free language of expression of the soul,
the noble language of
the holy conscience.
A poor heart, humble and wandering like
being greeted by the morning dew,
The spirit is kindled and the heart
is strengthened because if you are
in harmony with one heart,
There are no problems that cannot be resolved,
          no sorrow that cannot be healed.
That is the language of the children of the land,
          that is the language of the children
of the earth, now and in the future.

The trumpets had been blown softly and
liltingly accompanied by the rays
of the morning sun.
Trumpets also blare even though they are
          accompanied by falling leaves.
Drum was beaten loudly, saying this, you know,
          the language of the country's children
Proclaimed to all corners of the earth,
close cooperation mutual understanding,
Between those who are holy and brave,
and those who are brave and holy.
Flags flying side by side, Poznan -- Jakarta
share each other,
White Red and Red White... two pillars
of dignity and self-respect.
Gone are the doubts, even though piles
of work are waiting.
This language is not the language of
bureaucracy, this language is
the language of conscience,
So it is definitely suitable for use everywhere,
          even outside the earth.
So come on... no need to hesitate,
no need to hesitate, that's the essence
of the proclamation.
Standing strong to show the dignity
of personal maturity,
While the eyes of the cheerful lips are beaming,
          looking very confident
That the proclamation of this language will
          eventually be accepted on earth.

At the end of this narrative poem, the number 01112013 is written. Meaning? Please interpret it yourself or wait until he is willing to explain it. What is clear is that this is indeed a kind of mystery, allied to allusion, for which you have to look for the whole background and complete with the dots and semicolons if you want everything to be clear with a beaming smile.