Setelah S3 lalu apa lagi Merry? es teler, es mambo, es krim, atau escada? Awalnya, saya pikir kalo bergelar doktor atau profesor, itu akan membuat saya masuk kelompok elit gimana gitu. But....actually it's nothing and total crap. Di wawancaranya Kang Yaya kan sudah disebutkan, produktifitas doktor dan profesor kita seperti apa? Setelah mendapat gelar, mereka menjadi 'parasit intelektual'. Segera...mereka menjadi selebriti birokrat. Padahal penelitiannya...pepesan kosong blong. Seharusnya kalo sudah doktor atau profesor, mereka lebih giat lagi dalam risetnya. Di Perguruan tinggi kita (Baik Swasta, Negeri, atau BHMN) banyak sekali 'bandit-bandit' seperti ini. Setelah mereka menjadi doktor, tidak pernah melakukan penelitian dan tidak pernah membuat proposal untuk mendapatkan hibah penelitian juga. Mereka mengumpulkan kum terutama dari mengajar dan membimbing skripsi. Tapi skripsi-skripsi bimbingan mereka sebenarnya pepesan kosong juga. Itu cuma untuk menempel CV mereka. Penelitiannya juga tidak pernah dipublikasi, apalagi dipatenkan, karena cuma pemantas saja untuk meluluskan mahasiswa. Tapi herannya, kok pangkatnya bisa tinggi? Kok Bisa jadi Dekan atau rektor bandit-bandit itu? Itu karena mereka menjilat pengikut mereka dengan titel doktor dan profesor. Istilahnya 'membodohi orang bodoh oleh orang bodoh juga'. Memuakkan...karena peneliti yang idealis harus gigit jari dengan keadaan ini. Dibanding 'parasit-parasit intelektual' ini, saya lebih menghargai orang yang tidak punya gelar, tapi menyumbangkan sesuatu yang bermanfaat bagi bangsa kita. Ada anekdot di kalangan filosof, kalo sudah banyak filosof yang menjadi doktor atau profesor karena menulis tentang Socrates. Lucunya....Socrates sendiri tidak punya gelar dan ijazah apapun. Sekolah kehidupan akhirnya menjadi 'final frontier' yang harus kita hadapi dengan penuh harapan, terlepas kita punya ijazah atau tidak. Jadilah kita mengembara seperti U.S.S Enterprisenya Picard, di Semesta kehidupan.
Selasa, 20 November 2007
Jagat Kehidupan
Jelas menjadi saintist . Dari saya orok, saya sudah menonton sepak terjang Pak Habibie di TVRI, dan kemudian di TV Swasta. Semenjak saya SMP (mungkin), saya tahu persis kalo menjadi seperti beliau itu adalah sesuatu yang cocok untukku. Sebetulnya, saya juga tidak terlalu suka dengan mate juga. Karena mengerjakan soal-soalnya terlalu memeras otak. Namun semenjak saya kuliah, saya mulai mengenal dunia informatika. Ternyata perhitungan2 rumit bin jlimet itu bisa dilakukan dengan komputer (dengan MATLAB, MATCAD, SPSS, de el el). Jadilah soal si mate ini saya toleransi. Kalau untuk fisika, saya sih datar saja, suka juga tidak, benci juga tidak. Kimia dan Biologi adalah cinta pertama saya (ya...dua-duanya, jadi poligami nih ya?).
Setelah S3 lalu apa lagi Merry? es teler, es mambo, es krim, atau escada? Awalnya, saya pikir kalo bergelar doktor atau profesor, itu akan membuat saya masuk kelompok elit gimana gitu. But....actually it's nothing and total crap. Di wawancaranya Kang Yaya kan sudah disebutkan, produktifitas doktor dan profesor kita seperti apa? Setelah mendapat gelar, mereka menjadi 'parasit intelektual'. Segera...mereka menjadi selebriti birokrat. Padahal penelitiannya...pepesan kosong blong. Seharusnya kalo sudah doktor atau profesor, mereka lebih giat lagi dalam risetnya. Di Perguruan tinggi kita (Baik Swasta, Negeri, atau BHMN) banyak sekali 'bandit-bandit' seperti ini. Setelah mereka menjadi doktor, tidak pernah melakukan penelitian dan tidak pernah membuat proposal untuk mendapatkan hibah penelitian juga. Mereka mengumpulkan kum terutama dari mengajar dan membimbing skripsi. Tapi skripsi-skripsi bimbingan mereka sebenarnya pepesan kosong juga. Itu cuma untuk menempel CV mereka. Penelitiannya juga tidak pernah dipublikasi, apalagi dipatenkan, karena cuma pemantas saja untuk meluluskan mahasiswa. Tapi herannya, kok pangkatnya bisa tinggi? Kok Bisa jadi Dekan atau rektor bandit-bandit itu? Itu karena mereka menjilat pengikut mereka dengan titel doktor dan profesor. Istilahnya 'membodohi orang bodoh oleh orang bodoh juga'. Memuakkan...karena peneliti yang idealis harus gigit jari dengan keadaan ini. Dibanding 'parasit-parasit intelektual' ini, saya lebih menghargai orang yang tidak punya gelar, tapi menyumbangkan sesuatu yang bermanfaat bagi bangsa kita. Ada anekdot di kalangan filosof, kalo sudah banyak filosof yang menjadi doktor atau profesor karena menulis tentang Socrates. Lucunya....Socrates sendiri tidak punya gelar dan ijazah apapun. Sekolah kehidupan akhirnya menjadi 'final frontier' yang harus kita hadapi dengan penuh harapan, terlepas kita punya ijazah atau tidak. Jadilah kita mengembara seperti U.S.S Enterprisenya Picard, di Semesta kehidupan.
Setelah S3 lalu apa lagi Merry? es teler, es mambo, es krim, atau escada? Awalnya, saya pikir kalo bergelar doktor atau profesor, itu akan membuat saya masuk kelompok elit gimana gitu. But....actually it's nothing and total crap. Di wawancaranya Kang Yaya kan sudah disebutkan, produktifitas doktor dan profesor kita seperti apa? Setelah mendapat gelar, mereka menjadi 'parasit intelektual'. Segera...mereka menjadi selebriti birokrat. Padahal penelitiannya...pepesan kosong blong. Seharusnya kalo sudah doktor atau profesor, mereka lebih giat lagi dalam risetnya. Di Perguruan tinggi kita (Baik Swasta, Negeri, atau BHMN) banyak sekali 'bandit-bandit' seperti ini. Setelah mereka menjadi doktor, tidak pernah melakukan penelitian dan tidak pernah membuat proposal untuk mendapatkan hibah penelitian juga. Mereka mengumpulkan kum terutama dari mengajar dan membimbing skripsi. Tapi skripsi-skripsi bimbingan mereka sebenarnya pepesan kosong juga. Itu cuma untuk menempel CV mereka. Penelitiannya juga tidak pernah dipublikasi, apalagi dipatenkan, karena cuma pemantas saja untuk meluluskan mahasiswa. Tapi herannya, kok pangkatnya bisa tinggi? Kok Bisa jadi Dekan atau rektor bandit-bandit itu? Itu karena mereka menjilat pengikut mereka dengan titel doktor dan profesor. Istilahnya 'membodohi orang bodoh oleh orang bodoh juga'. Memuakkan...karena peneliti yang idealis harus gigit jari dengan keadaan ini. Dibanding 'parasit-parasit intelektual' ini, saya lebih menghargai orang yang tidak punya gelar, tapi menyumbangkan sesuatu yang bermanfaat bagi bangsa kita. Ada anekdot di kalangan filosof, kalo sudah banyak filosof yang menjadi doktor atau profesor karena menulis tentang Socrates. Lucunya....Socrates sendiri tidak punya gelar dan ijazah apapun. Sekolah kehidupan akhirnya menjadi 'final frontier' yang harus kita hadapi dengan penuh harapan, terlepas kita punya ijazah atau tidak. Jadilah kita mengembara seperti U.S.S Enterprisenya Picard, di Semesta kehidupan.
The Young Greek Philosopher
Long-long time ago, in the distant ancient Greek.
There lived a young student of philosophy.
He just enrolled in the famous Plato academy at Athens.
Unfortunately, Plato and Aristotle have long gone.
So...he studied philosophy with their students.
Who are his teacher.
Only one question which haunting his mind ever since his youth...
'What is the truth?'
Ever from the question, emanates others questions.
Such as....'Is there a God?' 'Does God exist?' 'Why there lies evil beneath our bossom, if there is a good God?'
et cetera...et cetera....et cetera....
His teachers were not as wise as Plato and Aristotle.
They can't give him the answers he needed.
They cause confusion in his head.
Because his question left unanswered.
At last...at the very day...He became sick.
Very...very ill.
Doctors from all the corners of the Helllenistic world were summoned.
Only to find that his sickness is uncureable.
One day....one very day in the night....a strange voice calling on his head.
It says...'leave the nation of Greece at once...go to the east where the spirituality risen..'
Next morning...He left the academy.
He travelled east...to the empire of Parthia (Persia)....crossing dreadful dessert.
At last..He reached India....The valley of Indus.
There....He found a monk meditating before the great river...which followed the way of Siddharta Gautama...
The monk said...'wash away your thought. Your mind will prevent your enlightenment. It's illusions of your own desire'
The Greek said, 'Why should I do that?'
The monk said...'enlightenment is the way of sunyata...which is the state of no-mind, although is not mindless'
The Greek was deeply impressed with monk.
He stayed in India for years studying the way of Siddharta.
He got back to Greece...only to find his nation devastated by the barbarous Roman soldiers.
He got upset......But he continued to be a lecturer at the Plato academy.....
Dear Merry..that was my story. The Greek philosopher is me......I hope you will find your prince charming..to help you reached the star......
There lived a young student of philosophy.
He just enrolled in the famous Plato academy at Athens.
Unfortunately, Plato and Aristotle have long gone.
So...he studied philosophy with their students.
Who are his teacher.
Only one question which haunting his mind ever since his youth...
'What is the truth?'
Ever from the question, emanates others questions.
Such as....'Is there a God?' 'Does God exist?' 'Why there lies evil beneath our bossom, if there is a good God?'
et cetera...et cetera....et cetera....
His teachers were not as wise as Plato and Aristotle.
They can't give him the answers he needed.
They cause confusion in his head.
Because his question left unanswered.
At last...at the very day...He became sick.
Very...very ill.
Doctors from all the corners of the Helllenistic world were summoned.
Only to find that his sickness is uncureable.
One day....one very day in the night....a strange voice calling on his head.
It says...'leave the nation of Greece at once...go to the east where the spirituality risen..'
Next morning...He left the academy.
He travelled east...to the empire of Parthia (Persia)....crossing dreadful dessert.
At last..He reached India....The valley of Indus.
There....He found a monk meditating before the great river...which followed the way of Siddharta Gautama...
The monk said...'wash away your thought. Your mind will prevent your enlightenment. It's illusions of your own desire'
The Greek said, 'Why should I do that?'
The monk said...'enlightenment is the way of sunyata...which is the state of no-mind, although is not mindless'
The Greek was deeply impressed with monk.
He stayed in India for years studying the way of Siddharta.
He got back to Greece...only to find his nation devastated by the barbarous Roman soldiers.
He got upset......But he continued to be a lecturer at the Plato academy.....
Dear Merry..that was my story. The Greek philosopher is me......I hope you will find your prince charming..to help you reached the star......
A Girl with The Sparking Stars
A long long time a go,there's a little girl who want to touch the
star.She tried to climb the roof but she flew.Then she climbed the
mountain,she met a guy that she tought as a prince charming.But the guy was
broke her dream about the stars.She was hurt and try to climb the higher
mountain.Finally,she flies so high and almost touch the sparkling
stars.She never give up..never..because she has no regret!
Nah itu puisiku..hmm dulu sempet nyaris jadi penyair,gaul sama penyair dsb..tapi ada hal2 menarik dari sekedar syair2 itu..there's so many things more interesting..those sparkling stars!I don't touch or have it yet. But I believe,someday I will.With or without my prince charming :-)
star.She tried to climb the roof but she flew.Then she climbed the
mountain,she met a guy that she tought as a prince charming.But the guy was
broke her dream about the stars.She was hurt and try to climb the higher
mountain.Finally,she flies so high and almost touch the sparkling
stars.She never give up..never..because she has no regret!
Nah itu puisiku..hmm dulu sempet nyaris jadi penyair,gaul sama penyair dsb..tapi ada hal2 menarik dari sekedar syair2 itu..there's so many things more interesting..those sparkling stars!I don't touch or have it yet. But I believe,someday I will.With or without my prince charming :-)
Dreams Are My Reality
Dreams are my reality
the only real kind of real fantasy
illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
it seems as if it's meant to be.
Dreams are my reality
a different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
and loving seems alright
although it's only fantasy.
Dreams are my reality
the only kind of reality
maybe my foolishness has past
and maybe now at last
I'll see how a real thing can be.
Dreams are my reality
a wonderous world where I like to be
I dream of holding you all night
and holding you seems right
perhaps that's my reality.
Dreams are my reality
a wonderous world where I like to be
illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
although it's only fantasy.
Dreams are my reality
I like to dream of you close to me
I dream of loving in the night
and loving you seems right
perhaps that's my reality.
(Richard Sanderson)
the only real kind of real fantasy
illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
it seems as if it's meant to be.
Dreams are my reality
a different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
and loving seems alright
although it's only fantasy.
Dreams are my reality
the only kind of reality
maybe my foolishness has past
and maybe now at last
I'll see how a real thing can be.
Dreams are my reality
a wonderous world where I like to be
I dream of holding you all night
and holding you seems right
perhaps that's my reality.
Dreams are my reality
a wonderous world where I like to be
illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
although it's only fantasy.
Dreams are my reality
I like to dream of you close to me
I dream of loving in the night
and loving you seems right
perhaps that's my reality.
(Richard Sanderson)
The Perfect Picture
Nobody's perfect, the wise man said. But at least,every one of us has
the perfect sketchs in our head.
No matter what,no matter how.
The picture has been drawn by
Nietzche,Gandhi,Marx,Gibran,Dylan,Baez,etc.
I'd like to draw it continually until it would be a perfect picture
about a perfect world. A perfect life for all human being. At least,close to the perfect.
Imposible?
Hey hey,the real dreamer has no regret.
That's me!
the perfect sketchs in our head.
No matter what,no matter how.
The picture has been drawn by
Nietzche,Gandhi,Marx,Gibran,Dylan,Baez,etc.
I'd like to draw it continually until it would be a perfect picture
about a perfect world. A perfect life for all human being. At least,close to the perfect.
Imposible?
Hey hey,the real dreamer has no regret.
That's me!
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