Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Will Come Back Soon
Kesibukan dan kekurangan waktu menghadkan masa untuk membuat coretan di sini. Walau bagaimana pun pasti akan kembali ke sini sesudah masa kembali ada.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Farewell Dinner
Minggu ni minngu terakhir saya berkerja dgn MIHRM, mmg agak berat hati nak berhenti tapi kerana percaturan dalam hidup dan demi selangkah kehadapan saya gagahkan diri juga menerima tawaran baru. Apa yang saya harapkan suasana di tempat baru akan berjalan lancar seperti yang di harapkan. Bulan ni sahaja 2 org staff berhenti kerana ada tawaran lain, melainkan kwn baik dan officemate saya sorang ni berhenti kerana nak sambung belajar ke peringkat PhD, emmm.. cemburu gak kwn saya ni bakal mendapat gelaran Dr. selepas ni, teringin gak sambung belajar (tapi wang mana mauk korek), minta kat parent pun adik2 yg lain semua masih belajar tambahan pula otak ni dah tak mcm dulu bijanya hikhik (simptom2 malas lah ni). Banyak pengalaman yg saya dapat dengan company ni tambahan pula Boss nya pun flexible dan understanding orangnya, tapi Boss tetap Boss hehe. To my Boss thank you so much coz being such a good trainer to me until you “built up” me who I am now and very appreciated the Testimonial.Boss pun dah dua kali counter offer tapi senior kata saya better ambik new offer, walau bagaimana pun saya masih kena update org baru sampai bulan November, tu pun saya kena dtg dlm weekend kalo saya free, tapi tak apalah janji saya masyuk hehehe kira part-time lah, emmm lega my Boss bila saya setuju utk update org baru nnti.
Ini merupakan percaturan yang agak berat saya putusan kerana ianya berkaitan dgn masa depan karya saya sendiri. Setelah pertimbangkan, minta pendapat senior, kwn2 dan yg penting restu kedua orang tua ku hehehe, akhirnya saya putusan terima tawaran baru. Dengan penuh debaran untuk berkerja di tempat baru, apa yang saya harapkan dan doakan ialah di tempat baru semuanya lancar. God Bless Me.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Individu Impian
Individu Impian.
Dalam aku termenung sorang layan TV, aku teringat kata2 seorang sahabat aku ni, yang malam semalam call aku bertanyakan khabar. Dia dah balik kampang, so dah tak duduk KL kiranya. Sempat juga aku tanya naper tiba2 balik kampung, sedangkan dia memang suka duduk KL yang memang life dia semuanya KL. (Dalam nada kecewa) dia menjawad “dah tiba masanya aku balik kampung, dekat dgn family” opp… terkedu aku, macam sindir aku je ni. Aku faham gak lah aku pun sama juga bukan orang Semanjung. Huahuahua…. Setahu aku dunia Hiburan adalah minat dia dan KL adalah syurga dunia Hiburan yang memang dia impikan. Sebelum ni pun dia mmg dah berada dalam dunia hiburan ni dan agak berjaya juga lah cuma yang aku hairan naper dia semacam putus asa terhadap minat dia ni. Alah.. dia balik kampung pun bukan kampung juga namanya. Kampung dia sah2 dah jadi Bandaraya.
Kesimpulan cete dia ni semuanya berkisar erti kehidupan. Ada iktibar juga luahan hati sahabat aku ni.
HARTA = Bila kita berduit, berharta macam semut lah plak kawan2 ni nak berkawan. Bab ni memang semua orang dah sedia maklum, siapa yang tak nak kaya dan berharta. Tapi tak kan lah kita nak berkawan dengan yg kaya je kan. (kes tumpang bahagia lah ni hehe).
RUPA = Bila ko cantik, chantek, ensem, comey (pakeg lah kiranya) semua orang akan nak berkenalan, berkawan, jadi abg angkat, jadi adik angkat. Mana2 pergi pun terasa tak jejak bumi yalah coz semua mata menandang kita yang rupawan ni.
DARJAT = Bila ko “somebody”, keadaan yang sama akan berlaku pada kita seperti di atas.
IKHLAS = Titik tolak cerita kawan aku ni semua bermula apabila kita berada di persimpangan kepada semua keadaan di atas. Semuanya tepuk dada, sendiri mau ingat lah kat mana kita nak letakkan diri kita pada bahagian mana. Menurut dia, dia agak penat nak mengejar dan menjadi “individu impian” ni . Individu impian yang dia maksud kan ialah yang Kaya, Rupawan dan dari golongan elit lah kata kan baru lah jadi “Individu Impian”ini. Apa yang membuatkan dia mengambil langkah menarik diri dari menjadi individu impian nilah yang menarik untuk aku kongsikan. Menjadi Individu Impian ni memang menjadi impian semua orang. Tapi kepuasan manusia tak ada batasnya. Ada sahaja yang kita nak sehingga kita lupa apa yang paling penting dalam hidup ini. Ada orang sanggup berbuat apa saja untuk menjadi Individu Impian ini. Kata kawan aku ni Berharta mana pun kita kalo kebahagian jauh dari kita, hidup ini dah tak bermakna. Kebahagian memang tak boleh dibeli. Ada pun orang yang sayang kita, tetapi bukan sayang kita tapi duit kita. Cantik dan rupawan mana pun kita, semua tu akan hilang bila usia makin lanjut. Ko suntik banyak mana pun botok, bedah sana sini pun kita akan tetap tua kerana umur bukan setiap tahun makin muda tapi makin kertu adalah. Darjat dan pangkat pula tak bawa kita mana kalo hati kita sentiasa bongkak, Tuhan sememang maha Adil. Kalo kita kaya duit, mungkin kita miskin kesihatan. Umur tak boleh di beli, kalo ajal dah tiba tak ada duit yang manpu beli masa dan usia untuk kita hidup lagi. Pendek kata cerita sahabat aku ni, pilih jalan hidup ni ikut gerak hati dan apa yang kita sendiri ingin kan dalam hidup ini. Sesungguh aku faham dan mengerti sangat akan perasaan dan pendirian sahabat aku ni. Tak salah kiranya aku ucapkan terima kasih kepada beliau di atas perkongsian warna warni kehidupan ini.
Hari Minggu…. Apa lagi lambat bangun tido lah jawadnya, nilah masa untuk aku tido sepuas-puasnya. Bangun je dah kul 12.30 tgh hari. On TV terus layan Melodi, asyik tengok Melodi bosanlah pulak coz tak ada yang menarik. Sambil tu baca sms kat phone (ada juga kwn2 yang suka hantar sms tengah malam buta, haram lah aku nak reply) yang aku rasa perlu reply terus reply, sms main2 lupa kan aja. Tiba2 masuk sms kawan rapat ku ni ajak tgk wayang, ni kalo aku join sure aku kena “spend”, budak2 ni dah lah muka spend duit macam lah budget aku tebal macam dia orang, so aku diamkan je, tak ber reply lah jawad (sorry). Dia orang lain lah gaji tak habis makan. Bulan nilah plak roadtax kena renew and service kete..adusss pokai lah jawad. Adik aku plak dah minta aku belikan kasut yang pasti demandnya Adidas latest design punya, yang bestnya dia tak minta terus dari aku, dia suruh my mum call, bila my mum yang mintakan on behalf dia sah-sahlah aku kena beli gak. Tapi tak apalah demi adik tersayang hehehe.
Dalam aku termenung sorang layan TV, aku teringat kata2 seorang sahabat aku ni, yang malam semalam call aku bertanyakan khabar. Dia dah balik kampang, so dah tak duduk KL kiranya. Sempat juga aku tanya naper tiba2 balik kampung, sedangkan dia memang suka duduk KL yang memang life dia semuanya KL. (Dalam nada kecewa) dia menjawad “dah tiba masanya aku balik kampung, dekat dgn family” opp… terkedu aku, macam sindir aku je ni. Aku faham gak lah aku pun sama juga bukan orang Semanjung. Huahuahua…. Setahu aku dunia Hiburan adalah minat dia dan KL adalah syurga dunia Hiburan yang memang dia impikan. Sebelum ni pun dia mmg dah berada dalam dunia hiburan ni dan agak berjaya juga lah cuma yang aku hairan naper dia semacam putus asa terhadap minat dia ni. Alah.. dia balik kampung pun bukan kampung juga namanya. Kampung dia sah2 dah jadi Bandaraya.
Kesimpulan cete dia ni semuanya berkisar erti kehidupan. Ada iktibar juga luahan hati sahabat aku ni.
HARTA = Bila kita berduit, berharta macam semut lah plak kawan2 ni nak berkawan. Bab ni memang semua orang dah sedia maklum, siapa yang tak nak kaya dan berharta. Tapi tak kan lah kita nak berkawan dengan yg kaya je kan. (kes tumpang bahagia lah ni hehe).
RUPA = Bila ko cantik, chantek, ensem, comey (pakeg lah kiranya) semua orang akan nak berkenalan, berkawan, jadi abg angkat, jadi adik angkat. Mana2 pergi pun terasa tak jejak bumi yalah coz semua mata menandang kita yang rupawan ni.
DARJAT = Bila ko “somebody”, keadaan yang sama akan berlaku pada kita seperti di atas.
IKHLAS = Titik tolak cerita kawan aku ni semua bermula apabila kita berada di persimpangan kepada semua keadaan di atas. Semuanya tepuk dada, sendiri mau ingat lah kat mana kita nak letakkan diri kita pada bahagian mana. Menurut dia, dia agak penat nak mengejar dan menjadi “individu impian” ni . Individu impian yang dia maksud kan ialah yang Kaya, Rupawan dan dari golongan elit lah kata kan baru lah jadi “Individu Impian”ini. Apa yang membuatkan dia mengambil langkah menarik diri dari menjadi individu impian nilah yang menarik untuk aku kongsikan. Menjadi Individu Impian ni memang menjadi impian semua orang. Tapi kepuasan manusia tak ada batasnya. Ada sahaja yang kita nak sehingga kita lupa apa yang paling penting dalam hidup ini. Ada orang sanggup berbuat apa saja untuk menjadi Individu Impian ini. Kata kawan aku ni Berharta mana pun kita kalo kebahagian jauh dari kita, hidup ini dah tak bermakna. Kebahagian memang tak boleh dibeli. Ada pun orang yang sayang kita, tetapi bukan sayang kita tapi duit kita. Cantik dan rupawan mana pun kita, semua tu akan hilang bila usia makin lanjut. Ko suntik banyak mana pun botok, bedah sana sini pun kita akan tetap tua kerana umur bukan setiap tahun makin muda tapi makin kertu adalah. Darjat dan pangkat pula tak bawa kita mana kalo hati kita sentiasa bongkak, Tuhan sememang maha Adil. Kalo kita kaya duit, mungkin kita miskin kesihatan. Umur tak boleh di beli, kalo ajal dah tiba tak ada duit yang manpu beli masa dan usia untuk kita hidup lagi. Pendek kata cerita sahabat aku ni, pilih jalan hidup ni ikut gerak hati dan apa yang kita sendiri ingin kan dalam hidup ini. Sesungguh aku faham dan mengerti sangat akan perasaan dan pendirian sahabat aku ni. Tak salah kiranya aku ucapkan terima kasih kepada beliau di atas perkongsian warna warni kehidupan ini.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Gawai Antu (Ghost Festival)
Lemambang ready for ritualGawai Antu (Ghost Festival) is the Iban festival for departed souls, is practised mainly by the people of the Kalaka and Saribas river systems. It is a rare and splendid occasion, held at most once in a generation in any longhouse, and usually less frequently.
The Paku River valley is dotted with pepper gardens and fruit orchards, giving way to rainforest further upriver. A dozen splendid longhouses line its banks, many almost a century old. Nanga Samu longhouse last hosted a Gawai Antu 75 years ago, and in 1990 the residents decided to hold another. A vast amount of preparation was required; an auspicious date must be chosen, advance notice given to friends and relatives, the longhouse renovated, accommodation and cooking areas enlarged, rice wine set aside to mature, and money carefully saved to finance the feast. Hardly surprising that the Gawai only took place seven years later.
The men were resplendent in hornbill feather hats, ceremonial swords and brocade waistcoats, the ladies elegant in skirts of silver coins, bead bodices and silver head-dresses. Seeing queues of dignified, weather-beaten old men and graceful, silver-bedecked girls waiting to enter the longhouse was one of life's magic moments. Guests are expected to pass every door of the longhouse and enjoy a glass of tuak (rice-wine). Nanga Samu has 25 doors (family apartments or bilek), so downing a glass at every door can leave guests a little wobbly - old hands just take a sip from each glass.
After visiting every door, guests were seated with the host family, men on the ruai (covered verandah) and ladies in the bilek. Each family is responsible for guests from a number of longhouses, except for Muslim guests. In true Malaysian spirit, all Muslim guests are assigned to a family with a strictly halal kitchen. In the centre of each family's ruai was a mound bedecked with pua kumbu (exquisite hand-woven textiles). After a short speech of welcome, the pua kumbu were pulled back to reveal malt whiskies, fine cognacs and rare liqueurs, essential ingredients for such an important feast.
In the ritual getting under way. It is customary to have a troupe of lemambang (professional bards) chant the Iban sagas, whilst parading up and down the longhouse. They perform remarkable feats of memory, reciting rhythmic verses which document the history of the Iban and their dealings with the gods. Each lemambang carries a bowl of sacred rice-wine, representing the body-fluids of the recently deceased -- the favourite drink of departed souls. The head lemambang leads the chanting, reciting stanzas that are echoed by the four other members of the troupe as they gyrate in a slow, rhythmic dance. This chanting continues until the early morning, when the Gawai Antu reaches its climax.
Prosperous Nanga Samu had not one but three troupes of bards, each trying to outdo the others with the enthusiasm and precision of their movements. The lemambang are professional poets and historians, not shamen, so rather than hold themselves aloof from the guests they happily chat with friends between verses, take a glass or two of tuak, and explain to city-bred youngsters the meaning of the courtly Iban language they are speaking.
While the lemambang were chanting their way up and down, the party was in full swing. Gone was the formality of the welcoming ceremony -- everyone was happily mingling, going from room to room in response to invitations from their hosts. I went visiting myself, but there are just so many people you can visit when your hosts are pouring drinks from one-gallon flagons of VSOP.
Around midnight, another important part of the ritual took place. The young women reappeared in their traditional finery and the lemambang led everybody in a long procession to "beat-the-bounds" of the longhouse, driving away any evil still lurking in the shadows. The festivities continued until about 3 a.m., when the whole longhouse took on an expectant air and everybody gathered in the ruai. The chanting reached fever pitch, then all was quiet. Each group of bards formed a circle around their leader, and each was joined by a male longhouse resident, in a wild-eyed semi-trance. This was the climax of Gawai Antu.
The holy wine had become the blood of the ancestors, and the only man who could drink it must be a proven warrior, who had taken a life or been present when a life was taken. The wine was served from a ritual basket representing the bones and sinews of the dead. In olden days there were plenty of young head-hunters, but nowadays warriors are in short supply. Fortunately three military menpresent had been in combat, on UN duty in Somalia or fighting Communist insurgents in the 1970's.
These seasoned veterans waited tensely while the lemambang recited a final prayer, then seized the holy wine and gulped it down to the chants of the assembled people. When the wine was drained, the men were led away to a stunned silence. After a few minutes the bards sat down to a well-earned meal. Gradually conversations started again, and the party resumed as if nothing had happened.
The final ritual of the night was ngirup bubuh -- drinking from bamboo. Every family had prepared a bamboo flask of tuak for each deceased ancestor. A final procession was held with much chanting and beating of gongs, and the contents of the bamboo flasks were drunk by the head of each household. The festivities continued in a lower key throughout Sunday. People took time out to go to church, and I asked about the apparent contradiction. A wise old man explained to me: "Preserving and respecting our traditions does not undermine our Christian belief. Many of the ancestors did not have the good fortune to be converted and we are doing this for them."
This was made clearer the next morning, when we walked to the nearby cemetery, where beautifully carved and decorated sungkup -- small huts -- were placed over the graves to protect the dead from the cold and rain. The cemetery visit, low-key as it seemed, was in fact the ultimate objective of the celebration, which explains the traditional name of the feast -- Gawai Sungkup.
That was the end of Gawai Antu, a festival that had been 75 years in the making and seven years in preparation. It's only after attending Gawai Antu that you get an inkling of what it means to be Iban, and what a privilege it is to be the friend of some of the most generous and hospitable people on Earth.
Source: magazine.virtualmalaysia.com
The Paku River valley is dotted with pepper gardens and fruit orchards, giving way to rainforest further upriver. A dozen splendid longhouses line its banks, many almost a century old. Nanga Samu longhouse last hosted a Gawai Antu 75 years ago, and in 1990 the residents decided to hold another. A vast amount of preparation was required; an auspicious date must be chosen, advance notice given to friends and relatives, the longhouse renovated, accommodation and cooking areas enlarged, rice wine set aside to mature, and money carefully saved to finance the feast. Hardly surprising that the Gawai only took place seven years later.
The men were resplendent in hornbill feather hats, ceremonial swords and brocade waistcoats, the ladies elegant in skirts of silver coins, bead bodices and silver head-dresses. Seeing queues of dignified, weather-beaten old men and graceful, silver-bedecked girls waiting to enter the longhouse was one of life's magic moments. Guests are expected to pass every door of the longhouse and enjoy a glass of tuak (rice-wine). Nanga Samu has 25 doors (family apartments or bilek), so downing a glass at every door can leave guests a little wobbly - old hands just take a sip from each glass.
After visiting every door, guests were seated with the host family, men on the ruai (covered verandah) and ladies in the bilek. Each family is responsible for guests from a number of longhouses, except for Muslim guests. In true Malaysian spirit, all Muslim guests are assigned to a family with a strictly halal kitchen. In the centre of each family's ruai was a mound bedecked with pua kumbu (exquisite hand-woven textiles). After a short speech of welcome, the pua kumbu were pulled back to reveal malt whiskies, fine cognacs and rare liqueurs, essential ingredients for such an important feast.
In the ritual getting under way. It is customary to have a troupe of lemambang (professional bards) chant the Iban sagas, whilst parading up and down the longhouse. They perform remarkable feats of memory, reciting rhythmic verses which document the history of the Iban and their dealings with the gods. Each lemambang carries a bowl of sacred rice-wine, representing the body-fluids of the recently deceased -- the favourite drink of departed souls. The head lemambang leads the chanting, reciting stanzas that are echoed by the four other members of the troupe as they gyrate in a slow, rhythmic dance. This chanting continues until the early morning, when the Gawai Antu reaches its climax.
Prosperous Nanga Samu had not one but three troupes of bards, each trying to outdo the others with the enthusiasm and precision of their movements. The lemambang are professional poets and historians, not shamen, so rather than hold themselves aloof from the guests they happily chat with friends between verses, take a glass or two of tuak, and explain to city-bred youngsters the meaning of the courtly Iban language they are speaking.
While the lemambang were chanting their way up and down, the party was in full swing. Gone was the formality of the welcoming ceremony -- everyone was happily mingling, going from room to room in response to invitations from their hosts. I went visiting myself, but there are just so many people you can visit when your hosts are pouring drinks from one-gallon flagons of VSOP.
Around midnight, another important part of the ritual took place. The young women reappeared in their traditional finery and the lemambang led everybody in a long procession to "beat-the-bounds" of the longhouse, driving away any evil still lurking in the shadows. The festivities continued until about 3 a.m., when the whole longhouse took on an expectant air and everybody gathered in the ruai. The chanting reached fever pitch, then all was quiet. Each group of bards formed a circle around their leader, and each was joined by a male longhouse resident, in a wild-eyed semi-trance. This was the climax of Gawai Antu.
The holy wine had become the blood of the ancestors, and the only man who could drink it must be a proven warrior, who had taken a life or been present when a life was taken. The wine was served from a ritual basket representing the bones and sinews of the dead. In olden days there were plenty of young head-hunters, but nowadays warriors are in short supply. Fortunately three military menpresent had been in combat, on UN duty in Somalia or fighting Communist insurgents in the 1970's.
These seasoned veterans waited tensely while the lemambang recited a final prayer, then seized the holy wine and gulped it down to the chants of the assembled people. When the wine was drained, the men were led away to a stunned silence. After a few minutes the bards sat down to a well-earned meal. Gradually conversations started again, and the party resumed as if nothing had happened.
The final ritual of the night was ngirup bubuh -- drinking from bamboo. Every family had prepared a bamboo flask of tuak for each deceased ancestor. A final procession was held with much chanting and beating of gongs, and the contents of the bamboo flasks were drunk by the head of each household. The festivities continued in a lower key throughout Sunday. People took time out to go to church, and I asked about the apparent contradiction. A wise old man explained to me: "Preserving and respecting our traditions does not undermine our Christian belief. Many of the ancestors did not have the good fortune to be converted and we are doing this for them."
This was made clearer the next morning, when we walked to the nearby cemetery, where beautifully carved and decorated sungkup -- small huts -- were placed over the graves to protect the dead from the cold and rain. The cemetery visit, low-key as it seemed, was in fact the ultimate objective of the celebration, which explains the traditional name of the feast -- Gawai Sungkup.
That was the end of Gawai Antu, a festival that had been 75 years in the making and seven years in preparation. It's only after attending Gawai Antu that you get an inkling of what it means to be Iban, and what a privilege it is to be the friend of some of the most generous and hospitable people on Earth.
Source: magazine.virtualmalaysia.com
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Acient look of Iban’s
Ketua-ketua Masyrakat Iban atau pun The Head Hunter Warrior
Dayak Woman doing Tatto
Dayak Couple
The Iban's Head Hunter come back from "Ngayau" - Head Hunting
Iban Woman
Iban Woman
Iban Man
Young Couple of Iban
Iban Woman : Menemum Puak KumbuSebahagian gambar2 lama dan juga ilutration ini ada sebagagian daripada rupa orang-orang Iban yang diambil sekitar awal 1830 hingga akhir 1899. kebanyakan gambar2 lama ini ada dalam simpanan pihak British yang merupa orang barat yang pertama berjaya mejejakan kaki ke Borneo. Walaupun Britsih ni merupakan penjajah, tetapi sebalik tu ada sesuatu sumbangan yang amat bernilai mereka tinggalkan iaitu photo-photo lama ini.
Kalo lah aku di lahirkan pada zaman ni, hehehe mcm mana rupa nya ia! sendiri mau ingat kahkahkahakah... Sebagai anak jati Iban; I am be swollen with pride to be Iban ethnic.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
My grandfather TR (Ketua Adat) Unja Anak Girik.
Head Skull "Antu Pala" the Headhunter Trophy Sesuatu yang amat berharga telah aku temui hasil nukilan Gregory Nyanggau (http://gnmawar.wordpress.com) dalam salahsilah asal usul Masyarakat Iban di Sarawak telah merungkai sedikit sebanyak cerita di sebalik “antu pala” head skull yang di warisi oleh my late grandfather TR Unja Anak Girik. Berikut adalah sedikit cerita asal usul “antu pala” tersebut, semua bermula dari Orang Kaya Pemancha Dana Bayang.
“Orang Kaya Pemancha Dana Bayang (The Great Shadow) of the Layar (a river tributary of the Saribas), the greatest of all Iban 'kings' whose followers included the famous warrior Rentap from the Skrang. The great leader of Iban’s Iban warrior (headhunting). Tur “Bayang” was a Paku war leader. He approved of his younger sister to marry a Padeh warrior named Awan in order to defend the Ulu Paku Iban from the attack by the Seru and Beliun intruders from the Sarikei and Krian regions. T.R UNJA AT ULU GRENJANG kept his bunch of smoked skulls until to this day. Source : http://gnmawar.wordpress.com
T.R UNJA X NARA = JINGGAN ANAK UNJA, NYELEPI ANAK UNJA, SANG ANAK UNJA, MANCHA ANAK UNJA, BILLA ANAK UNJA(f), RINGGA ANAK UNJA(f), JUNGGAN ANAK UNJA.
* BAYANG X BILLA UNJA(my mother) = Gilbert (Andri Rizz), HENLY, ALEXANDER, GEORGE, DESMOND.
“Orang Kaya Pemancha Dana Bayang (The Great Shadow) of the Layar (a river tributary of the Saribas), the greatest of all Iban 'kings' whose followers included the famous warrior Rentap from the Skrang. The great leader of Iban’s Iban warrior (headhunting). Tur “Bayang” was a Paku war leader. He approved of his younger sister to marry a Padeh warrior named Awan in order to defend the Ulu Paku Iban from the attack by the Seru and Beliun intruders from the Sarikei and Krian regions. T.R UNJA AT ULU GRENJANG kept his bunch of smoked skulls until to this day. Source : http://gnmawar.wordpress.com
T.R UNJA X NARA = JINGGAN ANAK UNJA, NYELEPI ANAK UNJA, SANG ANAK UNJA, MANCHA ANAK UNJA, BILLA ANAK UNJA(f), RINGGA ANAK UNJA(f), JUNGGAN ANAK UNJA.
* BAYANG X BILLA UNJA(my mother) = Gilbert (Andri Rizz), HENLY, ALEXANDER, GEORGE, DESMOND.
Who I am - Iban's
Tuai Kayau, Iban headhunter
In Kalimantan (Indonesian part of Borneo), Iban people are even more diverse. The Kantu, Air Tabun, Semberuang, Sebaru’ , Bugau, Mualang & along with many other groups are classed as “Ibanic people” by anthropologist. They can be related to the Iban either by the dialect they speak or their custom, ritual & their way of life. The Ibans are a branch of the Dayak peoples of Borneo.In Malaysia, most Ibans are located in Sarawak, a small portion in Sabah and some in west Malaysia. They were formerly known during the colonial period by the British as Sea Dayaks. Ibans were renowned for practising headhunting and tribal/territorial expansion. A long time ago, being a very strong and successful warring tribe, the Ibans were a much feared tribe in Borneo. They speak the Iban language.
Today, the days of headhunting and piracy are long gone and in has come the modern era of globalization and technology for the Ibans. The Iban population is concentrated in Sarawak, Brunei, and in the West Kalimantan region of Indonesia. They live in longhouses called rumah panjai. Most of the Iban longhouses are equipped with modern facilities such as electricity and water supply and other facilities such as (tar sealed) roads, telephone lines and the internet. Younger Ibans are mostly found in urban areas and visit their hometowns during the holidays. The Ibans today are becoming increasingly urbanised while (surprisingly) retaining most of their traditional heritage and culture.
The origin of the name Iban is a mystery, although many theories exist. During the British colonial era, the Ibans were called Sea Dayaks. Some believe that the word Iban was an ancient original Iban word for people or man. The modern-day Iban word for people or man is mensia, a slightly modified Malay loan word of the same meaning (manusia). The Ibans were the original inhabitants of Borneo Island. Like the other Dayak tribes, they were originally farmers, hunters, and gatherers. Not much is known about Iban people before the arrival of the Western expeditions to Asia. Nothing was ever recorded by any voyagers about them.
The Ibans were unfortunately branded for being pioneers of headhunting. Headhunting among the Ibans is believed to have started when the lands occupied by the Ibans became over-populated. In those days, before the arrival of western civilization, intruding on lands belonging to other tribes resulted in death. Confrontation was the only way of survival. In those days, the way of war was the only way that any Dayak tribe could achieve prosperity and fortune. Dayak warfare was brutal and bloody, to the point of ethnic cleansing. Many extinct tribes, such as the Seru and Bliun, are believed to have been assimilated or wiped out by the Ibans. Tribes like the Bukitan, who were the original inhabitants of Saribas, are believed to have been assimilated or forced northwards as far as Bintulu by the Ibans. The Ukits were also believed to have been nearly wiped out by the Ibans.
The Ibans started moving to areas in what is today’s Sarawak around the 15th century. After an initial phase of colonising and settling the river valleys, displacing or absorbing the local tribes, a phase of internecine warfare began. Local leaders were forced to resist the tax collectors of the sultans of Brunei. At the same time, Malay influence was felt, and Iban leaders began to be known by Malay titles such as Datu (Datuk), Nakhoda and Orang Kaya.
In later years, the Iban encountered the Bajau and Illanun, coming in galleys from the Philippines. These were seafaring tribes who came plundering throughout Borneo. However, the Ibans feared no tribe, and fought the Bajaus and Illanuns. One famous Iban legendary figure known as Lebor Menoa from Entanak, near modern-day Betong, fought and successfully defeated the Bajaus and Illanuns. It is likely that the Ibans learned seafaring skills from the Bajau and the Illanun, using these skills to plunder other tribes living in coastal areas, such as the Melanaus and the Selakos. This is evident with the existence of the seldom-used Iban boat with sail, called the Bandung. This may also be one of the reasons James Brooke, who arrived in Sarawak around 1838, called the Ibans Sea Dayaks. For more than a century, the Ibans were known as Sea Dayaks to Westerners.
Today, the days of headhunting and piracy are long gone and in has come the modern era of globalization and technology for the Ibans. The Iban population is concentrated in Sarawak, Brunei, and in the West Kalimantan region of Indonesia. They live in longhouses called rumah panjai. Most of the Iban longhouses are equipped with modern facilities such as electricity and water supply and other facilities such as (tar sealed) roads, telephone lines and the internet. Younger Ibans are mostly found in urban areas and visit their hometowns during the holidays. The Ibans today are becoming increasingly urbanised while (surprisingly) retaining most of their traditional heritage and culture.
The origin of the name Iban is a mystery, although many theories exist. During the British colonial era, the Ibans were called Sea Dayaks. Some believe that the word Iban was an ancient original Iban word for people or man. The modern-day Iban word for people or man is mensia, a slightly modified Malay loan word of the same meaning (manusia). The Ibans were the original inhabitants of Borneo Island. Like the other Dayak tribes, they were originally farmers, hunters, and gatherers. Not much is known about Iban people before the arrival of the Western expeditions to Asia. Nothing was ever recorded by any voyagers about them.
The Ibans were unfortunately branded for being pioneers of headhunting. Headhunting among the Ibans is believed to have started when the lands occupied by the Ibans became over-populated. In those days, before the arrival of western civilization, intruding on lands belonging to other tribes resulted in death. Confrontation was the only way of survival. In those days, the way of war was the only way that any Dayak tribe could achieve prosperity and fortune. Dayak warfare was brutal and bloody, to the point of ethnic cleansing. Many extinct tribes, such as the Seru and Bliun, are believed to have been assimilated or wiped out by the Ibans. Tribes like the Bukitan, who were the original inhabitants of Saribas, are believed to have been assimilated or forced northwards as far as Bintulu by the Ibans. The Ukits were also believed to have been nearly wiped out by the Ibans.
The Ibans started moving to areas in what is today’s Sarawak around the 15th century. After an initial phase of colonising and settling the river valleys, displacing or absorbing the local tribes, a phase of internecine warfare began. Local leaders were forced to resist the tax collectors of the sultans of Brunei. At the same time, Malay influence was felt, and Iban leaders began to be known by Malay titles such as Datu (Datuk), Nakhoda and Orang Kaya.
In later years, the Iban encountered the Bajau and Illanun, coming in galleys from the Philippines. These were seafaring tribes who came plundering throughout Borneo. However, the Ibans feared no tribe, and fought the Bajaus and Illanuns. One famous Iban legendary figure known as Lebor Menoa from Entanak, near modern-day Betong, fought and successfully defeated the Bajaus and Illanuns. It is likely that the Ibans learned seafaring skills from the Bajau and the Illanun, using these skills to plunder other tribes living in coastal areas, such as the Melanaus and the Selakos. This is evident with the existence of the seldom-used Iban boat with sail, called the Bandung. This may also be one of the reasons James Brooke, who arrived in Sarawak around 1838, called the Ibans Sea Dayaks. For more than a century, the Ibans were known as Sea Dayaks to Westerners.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Indai Boy punya CD, aku yang pening..
Kwang2… malam ni aku gi kuar makan dgn “Indai Boy”. Pada awalnya plan nak gi perjumpaan Persatuan Warisan Swk Kuala Lumpur untuk membincangkan Hornbill Festival. Tapi tak jadi last minute coz tersalah taksir sms yang kawan kita ni send. Tak pelah, alang2 dah kuar terus je gi makan, lagi pun Indai Boy ni memang kegemaran dia lah kalo makan area Subang ni, selain daripada makanan yang ada amatlah menepati citarasa dia, acara cuci mata kat sini juga dia pasti juara.(ahahaha). Lepas je makan Indai Boy pun ajak gi beli CD/DVC kat kedai kegemaran dia, apa lagi habis di borongnya CD/DVC terbaru, sampaikan banyaknya dia beli, tauke kedai tu bagi free satu, habuan nya akulah yang dapat yang free ni, thankz Indai Boy.
Masuk je kete, terus aja Indai Boy ni mainkan CD yang dia baru beli, apa lagi berdondang sayang lah dia sepanjang perjalanan, dan volume nya, sendiri mau tau lah betapa kuatnya, sampai je kat Shell aku berhentilah nak isi minyak, Indai Boy ni haram ni turun kete coz kekenyangan lah katanya. Selesai je isi minyak terus jalan, dan lagu Indai Boy pun bersambung lagi, asyik dengar lagu, aku secara tak sengaja termasuk lorong motor……. Adusssssssssss, Indai Boy ni apa lagi terjerit2lah coz tersalah lorong. Ayoo…. Mcm ner bleh tersalah lorong ni, tengok2 lorong ni memang mcm kete punya lorong, signboard haram ada, so keliru sangat dah lah gelap. Lagi pun ni kali pertama isi miyak kat Shell batu 3 Shah Alam, sapa2 nak isi minyak kat sini kindly pay attention coz lorong kuar menghala ke Shah Alam antara lorong kete dan motor agak mengelirukan, tambahan signboard pun haram tak ada. Kahakakah… aku apa lagi tetap salahkan Indai Boy ni coz berdondang sayang dengan lagu barunya tu sampai aku hilang tumpuan kejap ahahaha…... (Indai Boy kalo baca, jgn mare yea huahua)
Cheer….:- Anak Umbung
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Iban Indonesia
Mr/Miss Gawai Iban Kalimantan, Indonesia
Iban Saribas, Sarawak
Iban Mualang, Kalimantan - IndonesiaAgak lama juga untuk aku menjejaki masyarakat Iban yang berada di Indonesia, setelah puas mencari akhirnya aku ketemui sesuatu yang aku memang cari-cari selama ini, iaitu Iban dari Kalimantan Indonesia.
Iban di Kalimantan ini dipanggil Iban Mualang, mungkin kah Iban Mualang ini adalah pecahan dari nenek moyang yang aku cari selama ni, belum berjaya sepenuhnya research yang aku buat, tapi penemuan ini sudah cukup buat aku teruja.
Tak ada bezanya Iban Mualang ini dengan Iban di Sarawak (Keturunan aku lah ni hehe) Cuma pakaian tradisional mereka agak berbeza tapi asas pengunanan PUA KUMBU tetap sama bagi yang perempuan dan bercawat bagi lelaki adalah sama dengan Iban Sarawak.
Lagi pun adat kepercayaan mereka ni sama saja dengan Iban Sarawak, iaitu percaya kepada Aki Lang Sengalang Burong, the Iban GOD OF WAR dan merayakan perayaan Gawai seperti yang masyarakat Iban di Sarawak sambut dan rayakan setiap tahun. Ini menguatkan kebarangkalian mereka ini adalah berkemungkinan pecahan ASAL masyarakat Iban yang ada di Sarawak sekarang. Bercakapan mereka hampir sama cuma dielek Iban mereka berbunyi macam slang Indonesia, begitu juga dan ejaan lebih kepada Bahasa Iban yang di eja mengikut slang Indonesia.
Iban di Kalimantan ini dipanggil Iban Mualang, mungkin kah Iban Mualang ini adalah pecahan dari nenek moyang yang aku cari selama ni, belum berjaya sepenuhnya research yang aku buat, tapi penemuan ini sudah cukup buat aku teruja.
Tak ada bezanya Iban Mualang ini dengan Iban di Sarawak (Keturunan aku lah ni hehe) Cuma pakaian tradisional mereka agak berbeza tapi asas pengunanan PUA KUMBU tetap sama bagi yang perempuan dan bercawat bagi lelaki adalah sama dengan Iban Sarawak.
Lagi pun adat kepercayaan mereka ni sama saja dengan Iban Sarawak, iaitu percaya kepada Aki Lang Sengalang Burong, the Iban GOD OF WAR dan merayakan perayaan Gawai seperti yang masyarakat Iban di Sarawak sambut dan rayakan setiap tahun. Ini menguatkan kebarangkalian mereka ini adalah berkemungkinan pecahan ASAL masyarakat Iban yang ada di Sarawak sekarang. Bercakapan mereka hampir sama cuma dielek Iban mereka berbunyi macam slang Indonesia, begitu juga dan ejaan lebih kepada Bahasa Iban yang di eja mengikut slang Indonesia.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Anak Iban Uchu Unja.
Anak Iban Uchu Unja @ Igat Sigat
Antu Pala @ by: Girik
Sesuatu yang agak pelik bagi diri saya, bila dikenang zaman kecil di mana tempat permainan saya adalah di bawah tempat tergantungnya “antu pala” (Tengkora Manusia). Situasi begini saya alami bila saya balik ke kampung rumah panjang datuk sebelah emak saya, pada kebiasanya saya agak jarang balik ke kampung rumah panjang datuk sebelah emak saya. kerana kebiasanya saya balik ke kampung rumah panjang datuk sebelah ayah saya.
Sekali sekala balik ke rumah panjang datuk sebelah mak, terutamanya musin cuti sekolah. Pasti begitu teruja kerana keseronokan di rumah panjang lain dengan di bandar. Saya ni bolehlah di kategorikan sebagai budak kampung (maklumlah asal pun rumah panjang kan hehe) semua hutan belukar main redah je, pergi sungai memancing, berenang, memanjat pokok semua saya buat, sampai kan tak ingat nak balik.
Tapi part yang paling best bila berkumpul di ruai (ruang legar / kiranya beranda rumah panjanglah) ini kerana di sini lah termpat tergantungnya “antu pala”. Pada mula tertanya2 mengapa tengkora ini tergantung disini, lagi pun bukan dua tiga ada banyak. Dek kerana perasaan ingin tahu, saya bertanyakan kepada Mendiang datuk saya ( Unja Anak Girik).
Mengikut datuk saya, tengkorak ini membawa maksud yang begitu bermakna, dimana saya perlu mengikuti Mengapa, Bagaimana dan Apakah Tujuan (Motif di sebalik tergantungnya “Antu Pala” ini. (:- bersambung) ini kerana lebih elok kalau kita ketahui asal usul keturunan Iban terlebih dahulu.
Kaum Iban selalunya pada zaman dahulu di kaitkan dengan Head Hunter. Gelaran ini pada ketika itu amat digeruni, sampaikan bila saya pertama kali memjejakkan kaki di salah sebuah IPTA (pasti bukan di Sarawak lol) untuk melanjutkan pelajaran, soalan pertama yang di tanya pada sesi suai kenal adalah berkaitan dengan keturunan saya, Kaum Iban, yang terkenal dengan Pemburuan Kepala Manusia pada zaman dahulu. (Kaum Iban juga diketahui sebagai “satu-satunya kaum di dunia yang memburu Kepala (tengkorak) manusia). Sudah di takdirkan saya generasi ke-9 keturunan (Girik+Jelembai) The Head Hunter. Bunyi nya agak mengerunkan, tetapi ni adalah kisah yang berlaku pada zaman dahulu, ianya berkisar bagaimana salahsilah, asal usul keturunan masyarakat Iban yang berkisah sekitar 300 tahun terdahulu. Bukan untuk menabik dada menceritakan asal keturunan, tetapi minat untuk mempelajari/mengetahui dan perkongsian sesuatu yang tak secara umum perlu di ketahui, tetapi bagi diri saya ianya sesuatu yang perlu disifatkan sebagai "khazanah" untuk saya dan generasi akan datang, ini kerana keturunan (Girik+Jelembai) sudah sampai ke generasi yang ke-10 buat masa sekarang.
Sekali sekala balik ke rumah panjang datuk sebelah mak, terutamanya musin cuti sekolah. Pasti begitu teruja kerana keseronokan di rumah panjang lain dengan di bandar. Saya ni bolehlah di kategorikan sebagai budak kampung (maklumlah asal pun rumah panjang kan hehe) semua hutan belukar main redah je, pergi sungai memancing, berenang, memanjat pokok semua saya buat, sampai kan tak ingat nak balik.
Tapi part yang paling best bila berkumpul di ruai (ruang legar / kiranya beranda rumah panjanglah) ini kerana di sini lah termpat tergantungnya “antu pala”. Pada mula tertanya2 mengapa tengkora ini tergantung disini, lagi pun bukan dua tiga ada banyak. Dek kerana perasaan ingin tahu, saya bertanyakan kepada Mendiang datuk saya ( Unja Anak Girik).
Mengikut datuk saya, tengkorak ini membawa maksud yang begitu bermakna, dimana saya perlu mengikuti Mengapa, Bagaimana dan Apakah Tujuan (Motif di sebalik tergantungnya “Antu Pala” ini. (:- bersambung) ini kerana lebih elok kalau kita ketahui asal usul keturunan Iban terlebih dahulu.
Kaum Iban selalunya pada zaman dahulu di kaitkan dengan Head Hunter. Gelaran ini pada ketika itu amat digeruni, sampaikan bila saya pertama kali memjejakkan kaki di salah sebuah IPTA (pasti bukan di Sarawak lol) untuk melanjutkan pelajaran, soalan pertama yang di tanya pada sesi suai kenal adalah berkaitan dengan keturunan saya, Kaum Iban, yang terkenal dengan Pemburuan Kepala Manusia pada zaman dahulu. (Kaum Iban juga diketahui sebagai “satu-satunya kaum di dunia yang memburu Kepala (tengkorak) manusia). Sudah di takdirkan saya generasi ke-9 keturunan (Girik+Jelembai) The Head Hunter. Bunyi nya agak mengerunkan, tetapi ni adalah kisah yang berlaku pada zaman dahulu, ianya berkisar bagaimana salahsilah, asal usul keturunan masyarakat Iban yang berkisah sekitar 300 tahun terdahulu. Bukan untuk menabik dada menceritakan asal keturunan, tetapi minat untuk mempelajari/mengetahui dan perkongsian sesuatu yang tak secara umum perlu di ketahui, tetapi bagi diri saya ianya sesuatu yang perlu disifatkan sebagai "khazanah" untuk saya dan generasi akan datang, ini kerana keturunan (Girik+Jelembai) sudah sampai ke generasi yang ke-10 buat masa sekarang.
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