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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Thread 2

Adventurous stories from Agustinus Wibowo, a backpacker who travel around Asia, which share on www.kompas.com I posted this amazing travel into thread series. I have to translate from Indonesian to English and hope still remain the originality. Happy Reading.
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Qawwali Music (Pakistan)

Only a few span the border from India, Pakistan heartbeat of life vibrated strongly. There was another world behind the frontier.
In a flash, India was a country full of color, poor Hindu hermit who hang around, people who slept on the pavement, and the Sikh pilgrims with a special 'surban', memorable stay away. Lahore was the city unfold in front felt dry. Dust fly. The men wore same clothes - too big shalwar trousers and a long kamiz to the knee with the edge in the second. Color shalwar and kamiz usually the same, to provide accents monotone. Women almost didn't seem at all. Even if seen on the road, only one or two, turned jet black veil and left only a pair of eyes only.
Welcome to the Islamic Republic of Pakistan.
My body was weak because of disease that I suffered. My appetite has started normal, but now I have to be careful choosing food. If was in Amritsar yesterday I still could ate Chinese soup nutritious and delicious, in Pakistan I was difficult to find food. Overall oily. Because of this jaundice, i felt queasy when I see the oily food.
Finally, I had to sit in a luxury restaurant 'Pizza Hut', in the street main Mall Road. This restaurant was located on the second floor of building a shop. The floor shone brightly, the price was expensive, and beef - where in India there be gods - here in Pakistan served on the table as food. But the most surprised me there was a beautiful servant girl, speaking English with elegant, black long hair, short skirt and put on red knee-high. Surely not the face of Pakistani women who will be found in the streets.
"Previously when I was in India," an Australian backpacker around me started to share his experiences about Pakistan, "have a new friend who came from Pakistan ?" asked him, "In Pakistan, you will see a country without women" he talked seriously. Of course I laughed, which have such a country. But, when I arrived in Lahore, I am really surprised where were the woman ? God sake ... impossible. Then when I went to Peshawar, the women less more. They apparently were so rare creatures here, i thought.
According to the book Among the believers any posts wholesaler Nobel literature VS Naipaul was being read by me, Pakistan was a country that stood up in a dream to become a pure land of civil and sacred for Muslims. Since Zia-ul-Haq bloody coup d'etat to overthrow Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, political Islam more incentive in this country. Sharia was applied. Friday became a holiday replacing Sunday. Rajam law, rule hudud, sect of Ahmadiyah until died sanction for person pr people who did blasphemy Islam. Pakistan also began to experiment with various things that smell religious, from the Islamic economic system, Islamic government, Islamic house architecture. Pakistan today has bank for women and a car parking place for women.
As expressed by Naipaul, Islam in Pakistan also mixed with the culture of pre-Islamic. Here the spiritual life Sufisme has mystic, which was tap the heart of Islam in India, Pakistan, to the countries Central Asia. On previous, Sufisme was original Islam grew fertile in this hemisphere and until now still exist.
Islamic customs mixed with life of Islam such as visited and prayed sacred place. Holy place was Data Darbar or Data Ganj Bakhsh, where Hazrat Syed Abu Hassan's graveyard. He was a teacher of Sufi fom Iran. This holy place was an icons of the city of Lahore which will be visited by many people especially on Thursday and Urs (memorial died day) in the Hazrat.
I didn't see how crowded Urs day, but I swept away in mystical strain Qawwali music held every Thursday. Qawwali music was the wave of Islamic cultural roots of India and Pakistan. Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the name of Pakistan most famous qawwali musicians in the world. Qawwali songs contained worship. Words possessed soul. Poeple got & felt hipnotyzed and felt happy without ended when heared holly and majesty of 'Asma Allah'.
Floor space in the basement filled with the Data Darbar. There were only men. Women did not appear at all. They sat on the floor. Once a man sat in the middle of the line watch and brought a tube of fragarant sprayer. Scent of rose brought freshness accompanied traditional music.
Not less than 40 groups came from across Qawwali villages around Lahore. Qawwali musicians all men. In Muslim tradition in Pakistan women not sing in front of men.
The musicians sat on stage row in two lines. At the front line, in front of a microphone, there was the main vocalist and harmonium player - a kind of musical instrument was a small music tool coming from the air pipe like an acordion. In back row there were accompanist singer with clapped their hands. Clapped hand with striked the drums were an important part in the qawwali music.
I catch some lyrics Urdu language like, "came the beloved heart, come ..." or "Lord, the beloved, where are you?", Or "Allah hi Allah balls, just say the name of God!" In the Sufi tradition, God was described as beloved heart. Qawwali lyrics raised its devotion to the Lord, sometimes a long rebound strength, sometimes fast, and dynamic along with clapped hand and striked of the drums.
It became Ecstasy spiritual. Music has amazing hypnotic power. Listener could be aware with shoke their heads without stopping. Suddenly an old bearded grandfather stand up, spin around in front of the stage, getting faster, he got rebound into spiritual happiness. The other person gave 10 Rupee hailed the musicians with money without stopping.
No need to understand the meaning of words qawwali songs. Strain of lyrics and note already reflected the strength of spiritual infinity. Middle of night, in a sacred place in Lahore, I witnessed the power of Sufi music is even more awesome again.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Thread 1

Adventurous stories from Agustinus Wibowo, a backpacker who travel around Asia, which share on www.kompas.com I posted this amazing travel into thread series. I have to translate from Indonesian to English and hope still remain the originality. Happy Reading.
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Independence Gate (Pakistan)


"Pakistan creates a distance between us, we split brotherhood. No more need to continue our war". It was a newspaper article in the Indian lower rubric opinion. Both neighboring countries has been hostiled since birth. Pakistan created out of British India in 1947 when the people of India have given the Muslim countries themselves. Pakistan means "the Pure", idealist Muslim nation was a country that stood on the purity and sanctity of Islam. However, controversy was always coloring history the two countries, which seemed to spread hate each other. Remember the case of bombs in New Delhi that necessarily made point directly India to Pakistan as scapegoat? Remember how difficult India and Pakistan people to get visas also vice versa? People used the word India Pakistan as the most abusive indignation - "Chalo Pakistan", meaning "go away from here to Pakistan. Why Pakistan is always portrayed as a place full of tanks Fire misery?. Why image in Pakistan and India is only black and gray?
India and Pakistan have a border line around 3000 kilometers, but only one official border opened. Wagah border very quiet, except in the afternoon when a decrease in the flag ceremony took place. Not many people can travel, because India visa nearly impossible for the Pakistani people, and a visa to Pakistan the same difficult for India. Unfortunately, many strangers across this border even today was very different. Right on the final day of my due India visa ended, at same time there was a historic day for the relationship the two countries. Here on gate of India I saw tens of kid dressed dancers. Dressed white vest with colors, completed with surban a fan-shaped. There were red, orange, green, yellow, blue. They were the Bhangra dancers, a traditional dance the pure land of Punjab, accompanied by sound of drum and dhol with flute.
"Today is a bus will come from Pakistan," said a TV cameraman with a happy smile, "This is a historic event as signs between India-Pakistan have better relationship." I saw the bus crawled slowly on the back gate Pakistan.
"They come! They come!" People cried. Bhangra dancers directed to leap vessel possessed. Sounded of tambourine, drum, flute were mixed. My late in the atmosphere seemed delight. Bus acrossed slowly, the white line that marked the border of two countries. Creeped across the entrance gate, India. Voice of thunderous were. Most Indian officials people with the Sikh surban they were ready to deploy with a bouquet. When officials of the Pakistani bus came , they spreaded of flower, kissed cheeks, rave, and delight Bhangra dancers.
"Bus from Lahore to Amritsar will help people re-approach between the two countries," said Hasim Khan, Pakistan Director of Tourism Development Corporation (PDTC), important officials in Pakistan this entourage. He promised to ease visa, consulate building in Amritsar so that local people need not far to New Delhi to make a visa, and hopes will make this relationship better between two countries. Doosti means Friendship, so bus service is called, will bridge the relationship with the people of Lahore Amritsar. I turned into the excitement, the sound of Bhangra danced was grateful mercy.
Although I'm not the people of India or Pakistan, after so long here, they said the language, ate the same food with them, I felt happy on way they celebrated it. How the beautiful future of South Asia if the enmity the two brothers is ended. Cross-border bus, though only a small part of the long road towards peace, it showed how they being longing to return in peace.
Border back in quiet when a Pakistani bus contains important state officials left slowly place Amritsar. Bhangra dancers were suddenly silent. Indian army border, with a hat like a paper fan, were back in silent. "NAMASTE!" I said separation in India. Ashoka lions, the national symbol of India, India was the last of the visible in my eyes. Ready to come into Pakistan.
"Baab-i-Azadi," written above the gates of the letter in Urdu. Independence Gate. This gate was built in 2001 to commemorate the hundreds of thousands of Muslims who died in the journey to reach their homeland during the holy separate Pakistan from India. Pakistan green flag flied everywhere. Pakistan crescented and stared. Pakistan army border dressed in black and wore a hat like a fan.
Compared to the border of modern India Pakistan border was more simple and full of a family atmosphere. The immigration Officials sit relaxed under a tree, chatted, and spent a bore. Who will not bored working on the border quiet as this. I invited to drink tea, yack and took photos. My passport was just only seen at a glance. Visa checked under the light that was usually used to counterfeit the money. On the wall contained a list of countries prone to be self-reported to the police Arriving in Pakistan, including Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Israel, Iraq, Bhutan, Nigeria, Yemen, Serbia, and of course not forget, India.
Immediately, I was already in the bus to Lahore, 30 kilometers from the border. Pakistan was contrast with India. Open air streets, rows of houses slums, a puff of dust everywhere, made me felt like in the deserts. This was a world which located only a few span of the land of India. Pakistan, the world forbidden.
(to be continued)

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