Mahatma Putra

Her name was Che. Che was nothing but an ordinary good-girl; she always sleep at ten o’clock and never forget to brush her teeth. She studied diligently, and took an oath to become a nun when she grew up. Che is a lovable daughter, sister, and friends. No one in this world would love her not. This summer, she was still at high school, but in a blink of an eye she would attend college, majoring politic. Her childhood dream to become a nun vanished, although she still admired Mother Teresa, one of her role models beside Diana Krall and Che Guevara. If she could, she would like to become the fusion of them. She wanted to play jazz-piano to entertain the poor while she wrote and led a revolution war -an ordinary dream for a smart sixteen-year-old child. She admired Che Guevara very much beside of the fact that her father named her after him. She was very proud of her name. She built her confidence through Che Guevara, and was influenced by him. On her sixteenth birthday sh

From the day all the planets formed, lived a creature that until now no one ever knew what really created it, like it was exist eternally. It was not a man nor woman, some people now will called it 'she-male,' or 'hermaphrodite.' It color always changed. Sometimes it was blue, but on the dawn of a man it skin turned black and red, when it walked around dessert its color turned green. It always shaped according to the universe needs, sometimes it was like bull, there was a time it shaped like fish and cross, but usually it shaped like a ball, a perfect circular ball. It had no eyes, no ears, nor a heart, but people now still talks to it, wanted it to watch what they do, and begged for its mercy. No one knows what the creature name. Some people called it god.

He lighted his cigarette and sucked it deeply. He felt relieve tonight he could go to a bar in Jalan Jaksa to met his loyal friends, Jack and Johnny. Jack Daniels always brought him back to his small and peaceful garden at his home in rural area of London, where he usually spent his time laying around, drinking, and wandering of a new places, while Johnny Walker usually walked his way home to a small flat in south Jakarta, Johnny helped him to sang on his way back home. Few hours later he arrived at “Kosmos,” his favorite bar, although he still did not know what is the essential meaning of such as “favorite” or “truth,” because for him to know what is “favorite” and “truth” means you have to choose one absolute thing. Anyway, he stepped in, grabbed some beers -for starter, sat, and waited. He waited for Dini. Dini left her Mini Cooper around the corner of Jalan Jaksa and walked to “Kosmos”. Likewise, every Saturday night was hard to find a parking lot at Jalan Jaksa. Dini came to “

Once upon a time lived a man that never took a bath. He hates water as much as he hates time. He didn’t like the flow of them both because they always led him to the end, end of everything, and the beginning of the greater mystery. Water will led him into an open ocean, place that led him to nowhere, while time will led him to an oldness, a wisdom. But he did not want to become old. He wants to be an idiot, a stupid person who always curious about wisdom itself. He had a round face with funny-looking glasses. His hair was long, not as long as his penis. He wants a longer and bigger penis, but his god turned him down. His god thinks that he would not able to control his penis, so he gave him a short and tiny penis, to prevent him from getting syphilis. Because if you shy of the size of your penis, you wouldn’t dare to use it carelessly, you will use is wisely. His name was Daud. Like in the bible, Daud likes women very much. He could spend his time wandering around his n

We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when Although I wasn’t there, he said I was his friend Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me We never lost control You’re face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazeless star, we walked a million hills I must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? Not me I never lost control You’re face to face With the Man who Sold the World Who knows? not me We never lost control You’re face to face With the Man who Sold the World The Man “The Man Who Sold the World” is a song written by David Bowie and popularized by Nirvana. Kurt Cobain sang this song a moment before his suicide action. Implicitly, maybe Kurt wanted to tell the people that he ‘d already sold the world. Personally, I think he overstepped David Bowi

Amir is a title for Arabic nobleman. Around Jakarta, there was a man named Amir. He was not a nobleman, and not an Arab as well. He was a plain Javanese, flat-nosed, and a bit flat-minded. Amir like to hunt. In his spare time, he went to the jungle in Karawang, riding his old Volkswagen car, side by side with his rifle. An ordinary air-rifle inherited from his late father. For Amir, to hunt is to control, to conquer, to become god. Amir believes in god, his religious dogma, and he also believes in his dear country. He was lucky, he never doubt. He was not choosing to believe, he had been chosen. By his god and his country. In his mind at least. Beside his great devotion to his god, Amir is a mere human. A human who wants power and greatness. He wants people to envy him. Amir felt power-hunger for the first time when he was a boy. One day Amir went fishing at the lake near his school. He’s good at fishing. But today he realized something extraordinary. When he saw a f

Temanku panik, ia berlari sampai terengah, putus hampir nafasnya. Ia bingung mencari eskrim paddle pop yang tadi pagi dibelikan ibunya. Seingatnya eskrim itu ia letakkan di atas kulkas sesudah ia mengeluarkannya dari freezer . Ia tidak suka eskrim saat terlalu padat, ia siangi dulu di atas kulkas supaya lebih creamy dan giginya tidak sakit karena harus menggigit krim beku. Maklum giginya sensitif. Aku masih tujuh tahun, aku ikut sedih ia menghilangkan eskrimnya, padahal aku sudah bilang nanti aku juga mau minta cicip sedikit. Maklum saat itu aku tinggal di Kalimantan, jarang ada eskrim lezat bisa tinggal di kulkas teman-temanku. Temanku sedang memakai kostum batman, aku sendiri sedang memakai baju dengan lambang huruf “S” di dadaku. Aku masih bingung itu baju Superboy atau Superman. Tapi tidak kenapa, toh aku suka dengan keduanya, aku tetap si manusia super. Akhirnya kami berdua mengeluarkan kendaraan kami masing-masing. Ia dengan bat-mobile nya, sepeda fede

There Must be A Better World Somewhere , ketukan lambat dan lengkingan gitar Riley B. King menggiring bias sinar diantara kepulan asap rokok yang memenuhi ruangan berbau bir, berbau blues. Seperti apa bau blues itu? Entah, aku hanya ingat bau blues itu mirip bir. Pahit tapi menyegarkan. Pertama kali aku mengenal blues di remang malam Passer Baroe, di sebuah galeri foto tua. Tempat aku biasa melihat foto hitam putih yang menyanyikan kebiruan yang sedang aku dengarkan. Sebuah blues. Sebuah kenyataan. Pertama kali aku mengenal bir di Bali. Saat itu seharusnya aku sedang senang, tapi aku sedih. Aku meniru adegan di film. Sedih kemudian minum alkohol. Tapi kemudian aku tidak menjadi senang. Aku menikmati kesedihanku. Luar biasa. Disinilah blues dan bir bertemu. Itu sudah lama sekali. Wajar, pikiranku memang suka kemana-mana. Kembali ke ruanganku sekarang diantara para manusia yang sibuk mendengar B.B King. Mereka asyik menuang bir, bercumbu dan berbual. Entah dimana pikiranku