I got more than what I bargained for (and yes, this entry is still about Bali but not about where I’ve been or what I did) -just what I’ve acquired, intangibly.
I was fascinated by their style of living, culture, their devotion towards religion and their attitude in doing work. As quoted by Cee when I told her about my experience there; “I think if all the people are devoted with their religion, crime rate will never exist at all..and we don’t even need police”.
And I couldn’t agree more with that statement. For someone that have been snatch-theft (twice!) her whole life (I la tuh!), and who never since let my vigilant off-guard, I’ve never feel safer when staying in Bali. My ‘kompak’ (as substitute to gang, coz Pak Ketut said gang is a nasty word to use there) are free to wander along the narrow alleys in the middle of the night without any worries. Coz we are certain that we are at the safest place on earth.
They never lock their doors when they go out. We even accidentally ‘ter’left our IDR1 million right in the middle of the balcony and hurried home to our astonishment, coz the monies were still there and not even a note was missing! Pak Ketut even placed his two fridges (replenished with beers and all sorts of drinks) outside his door without any lock! When we suggested him to lock the refridgerator, he just shook his head in disbelief.
“Tidak usah..Semua kan dijaga Tuhan. Tuhan lihat. Siapa yang ingin mencuri, terserah.. Tapi tidak pernah terjadi di sini”. –or something like that.
Balinese (I’m talking about the villagers in Ubud in particular), they are early birds and never an owl. They sleep early at night, so that they can commence their chores as early as dawn. We always wanted to tag along with Ibu Ayu to pasar, but we never managed to catch her! She woke up at 5 something, and went to pasar at 6. By the time she got back from pasar, it was already 6.45 and we have just woke up. They are very harworking but they are not chasing after the materials. As quoted by Bapak “Biar sederhana, asalkan bahagia“. I think I’ve led my life in a derailed track before. Vain I admit, but I think I’ve been doing everything for money, and forced myeself to grow interest in that something I do, just for the sake of wanting to be ‘seen’ happy doing it.
Ketut, one of the housekeeper, he is an obedient and diligent worker (called karyawan). There was a time we called him up for a chat while he was sweeping, and he said “in a minute, when he is done with the sweeping” and we were jokingly said to just chat with us while he’s sweeping. Wanna know what his reply was : Ketut sudahkan sapunya dulu ya, nanti jika omong-omong, sapuannya tidak kosentrasi. Nanti tidak bersih”
OK, I rest my case. I’m sooo bringing him home to clean my house! 🙂
About the religion, they say prayer to their Gods and ancestors before they eat their lunch and every other time. Even if they didn’t cook on that particular day, they will still buy the lunch and ‘present’ it to their Gods and ancestors. During weekends, they will make it a point on going to the temples and pray. Lot of Balinese never leave their homeground since they have an obligation to watch over their family temple (which is hereditary if you’re the eldest son). And amongst other, they musn’t embellish their homes if they haven’t done so on their family temple. I was memserized by the fact that they always put Gods first, regardless the situation.
I think I have been missing a lot in life. I got back from Bali a different girl, I can say. I’m looking at life now from a different view. And I wish someday, you will too. Inspirations may come in various forms, and mine have come in the most unexpected way there was..