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Navigating the corridors of life

August 11, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Contemplation

Contemplation: Two high school children visit part of an interactive exhibition that illustrates the life experiences of HIV-positive people. The exhibition, held in Discovery Mall, Kuta, runs through to Aug. 13.
(photo by R. Berto Wedhatama)

She’s called Tasya, she’s three years old, and she is living with HIV. Born of a former injecting drug user father and an HIV-positive mother, Tasya has never known a life without antiretrovirals (ARV), but her story does not end on a sad note. Tasya is now living with her mother and attends the Sekolah Ceria pre-school where she receives support from her teachers and is accepted by her peers.

“This just shows that people should never give up, no matter the circumstances,” Ari, a 15-year-old student from State Senior High School No. 1 in North Kuta, said Monday, commenting on Tasya’s mother’s struggle to get support and treatment for herself and her daughter.

The story of Tasya is one of five real life stories that visitors could experience at the One Life, Do Something interactive exhibition held at the Discovery Mall in Kuta, Bali, between Aug. 9 and 13, 2009. The other stories relate the life of Retno and Ahmad from Indonesia, Srey Mom from Cambodia, and Anjali from India.

While located a little far from the main plenary hall of the 9th International Congress on AIDS in Asia and the Pacific (ICAAP), the exhibition is well placed at where youths between the ages of 15 and 25 years old – an important key population in the AIDS response – mostly frequent.

“We want to educate the general public, bringing the life experiences of HIV positive people to light in the hope of reducing some of the stigma and discrimination that are usually associated with them,” Sari Estikarini, exhibition organizer World Vision Indonesia’s media relations, told The 9th ICAAP Post.

“Because very often discrimination is practiced by people closest to them – family members, friends, health service
providers,” she added.

Visitors are provided with MP3 players to guide them through the exhibition. Upon entering Tasya’s life corridor exhibition, you are greeted with the usual things related to babies – talcum powder and cotton balls, baby clothes and a makeshift batik cloth swing. But continue on through the corridor, you will discover bottles of pills and doctor’s prescriptions – things one would not usually associate with babies.

The corridor then opens up to a mock voluntary counseling and testing (VCT) clinic, where visitors can get sample results of an HIV test – “reactive” for a positive result, meaning you are infected with HIV, and “non-reactive” for a negative result.

Writings on the wall and the MP3 recording set the mood for people to contemplate getting these lab test results – teaching them how to avoid transmitting the virus to other people, as well as how to stay safe from being infected.

“This is where people can really feel how it is for people with HIV finding out for the first time they are infected, and in the next room, we provide a mirror for people to reflect on this experience, and make a life resolution” Sari said, explaining that the whole exhibition can be seen in 20-minutes, with a three-minute interval between each visitor.

They are then invited to write these life resolutions on a piece of cloth in the “Yard of Hope” section of the exhibition. They leave with a World Vision Indonesia bracelet to remind them of the experience, and a chance to browse through more information on HIV and AIDS on one of the laptops provided at the exhibition.

“We also provide a special room in case visitors are really interested in getting an HIV test,” Sari said.

The One Life, Do Something exhibition will also open in Surabaya on Oct. 9 to 11, and in Jakarta on Nov. 13 to 15, Nov. 20 to 22, and Nov. 27 and Dec. 1. For more information on the exhibition, visit www.onelifeevolution.com.

[This story was published in the 9th ICAAP congress newspaper, The 9th ICAAP Post]

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Driving another nail in my coffin

February 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

How many nails has closed my coffin shut
How many more would it take until it’s sealed
Until hope is lost
Until passion withers and dries
Until love is but a memory
Until I die

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for whom the bell tolls

February 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

“Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

John Donne (1572-1631), Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII: Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris

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School reunions

October 10, 2008 · Leave a Comment

I hate going to school reunions. I would even make up wild stories just so I can get out of one (can’t make it, sorry, am moving to Hong Kong next week!). Unless of course the invitation clearly states “alum only, no children allowed”. Unfortunately, I have yet to receive such an invitation.

It’s not because I resent the (smug .. naa just kidding) marrieds, or envy them their kids. But because of the inevitable conversation – or variations of the conversation – below:

Married: Hi! It’s great seeing you! What are you doing these days?
Singleton: Well, I’m …
M: ANNIE!! Get off your brother!! What did I tell you about behaving in front of strangers?!?
S: ….
M: I’m sorry. Kids you know (rolling eyes). What was that you said?
S: I’m actually …
M: NO Jack! NO! That’s dirty! Diiirrrrrttttyyyyy!!!! (runs over to Jack)
S: Well, lovely to see you again (stroll off)
M: (distractedly) Yes, we must catch up sometimes … Stop that! STOP! Mummy’s angry at you …. (sound fades)

Or, if the spouse was actually also your school mate, somewhere in the above dialogue (probably after Diiirrrrrttttyyyyy!!!!):

Married: Mas, WILL you please help with Annie?
Spouse: Yes, dear (picks up Annie). Hey there S! You look great, married yet?
Singleton: No, no, not yet (force smile)
Married: Look she’s got food all over her dress, that will never wash off!
Spouse: It’s not that bad … Look I’ll just get a tissue paper there (walk off)
Married: No, no, you’ll only make it worse (walk off)
Singleton: ….

Eventually, the singleton will be standing there alone, the only one who’s realized that the school reunion has become a family outing with focus – instead of reminiscing over old times and catching up – on competitions for the kids and pony rides.

On a flip-side, I just remembered what another singleton told me once: that reunions are also a horor for stay-at-home mums. They fear of being asked about their jobs, and had to contend with “I’m a housewife” while their former playmates say:

“I’m a partner at lawfirm A”,
“I’m a director at company B”,
“I save whatever with NGO C”.

So, what is it with us women? Or do men have the same fears of school reunions?

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Dreams come true

October 9, 2008 · Leave a Comment

It only took a matter of days for my latest wish to come true.

It was the end of the Idul Fitri holidays and I was reluctant to go back to Jakarta and to work. Well, what do you know, only half a day back at work when my holiday was extended to another three days … extended by my doctor that is, who ordered me to rest until the acute respiratory tract infection (ISPA for my Indonesian friends) that was causing all the coughing, wheezing, ear ringing, throat flaming, bone aching and flashing head pains, improve.

This brought to mind my other wish that came true.

I remember dreaming of a little house all of my own, where I can home each night from work. It doesn’t matter that the house was dark when I get home, because it would be all mine, and I could do whatever I want in it. It would have to be small so I could maintain it on my own. I wouldn’t be lonely there at all since it would be my home, my palace, my refuge, and I didn’t want to share this luxury with anyone … at least not for a couple of years.

Three years ago I got myself a nice property on the outskirts of Jakarta. It’s all mine. And when I come home from work each evening the lights are always on — I made sure to install a light-sensored bulb on the front porch!

God has an odd sense of humor, and we mere mortals are never satisfied with what we have.
Be careful of what you wish for.

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