PLAYING THE HUNGER GAMES

The nightmare sprung to life: A gang.  Worse, an Asian teen gang. An hour before dawn.  I’m alone.  With a bike.

A dozen or more boys fired up with freedom, yahooing down the lampless highway, bashing bushes, tossing fire crackers, chiacking.

Strife seems likely.  There are no side roads for a speedy escape. Maybe a bashing, a cycle theft?  I'm  less fit, well outnumbered, someone quite different, an easy target. No one else from my tribe’s around ready to rescue.

In an Australian suburb or town, particularly one like Alice Springs if reports of rampant lawlessness are right, the sweat would be stoked by fear.

Curses, too, for straying into a bad area like bond trader Sherman McCoy taking a wrong turn into the Bronx in Tom Wolfe's novel and film The Bonfire of the Vanities. Yet this street is leafy and normally empty.  

Turn and run or push on? The second decision is right, flavoured with a bit of local  slang that sets them laughing as they dash away.

Nothing happens because this is Malang in Central East Java not an Oz city. Though the kids are hyped up they’re not dosed with drugs or grog, just the buzz of being young and fresh and on their own.

This is a yearly event whatever the suburb, even the uni campuses at the start of Ramadan.  Sometimes called Ramadhan it’s the holy fasting month leading to the great Muslim celebration of Idul Fitri on 10 April.

The adults wake around 3.30 am and fill themselves with plates overflowing like those wanted by Palestinians in Gaza.   Then Dad and Mum go back to bed and kick the feisty sons out to roam as they won’t head to school till 9 am, two hours later than usual. Daughters also wander - though seldom with the boys. That age has yet to come.

Around 4 pm queues gather  around the street stalls.  It's takjil (speed up snacks) till the food can be hogged on kerb stones or taken home  once the siren shrieks that the day’s pangs are at an end.

It's a time of communion, the bond being hunger and the belief that all are suffering together while showing devotion. The atmosphere is positive, expectant of pleasures to come, the rewards of religious discipline.

As the four weeks progress the hungry get testy.  Those who give up along the way, offer excuses - they’re sick, spiritually lame.

Restaurants generally shut during daylight hours but joints like KFC and McDonald’s stay open.  Window blinds are closed  so passers-by don't get tempted to abandon their beliefs.

The fast-fooders feed the non-Muslims (about ten per cent of society is Christian - the population of Australia), and those excused for health reasons, pregnancy and menopause.  An astonishing number of young women wearing jilbab (headscarves) have periods at this time.

The pious are also expected to abandon sex and other pleasures, including nicotine.  About 63 million men are hooked so smoke wafting from behind walls where Allah can’t see is a regular sight.  Women seldom use as the noxious  habit is supposed to be a sign of prostitution.

Westerners are advised not to eat in public and women should dress modestly.  Java is not Hindu Bali but visitors should feel untroubled.  The worst is to be called bule, which means a white-skinned European, a Belanda-Dutchman.

Whatever our beliefs or non-beliefs, we get invitations to Buka Bersama (the shared feast at the end of a day's fasting).  The meals are so big that weight gains result.

The worrying message comes from the Australian media creating images of fear. Like a headline this month: Islamists in UK, Australia spreading anti-Semitism, destroying democracy

A few years ago religious thugs enjoyed bursting into restaurants on “sweeping” missions to find fasting  Muslims  feasting. Reports of such outrages are now rare.

Surveys show growing distrust by Australians towards Indonesians.  The Jakarta Post quoted an adage: Tak kenal maka tak sayang - if you don't know you can't love -  in an editorial commenting on  Lowy Institute research.  

This showed we “still lack trust in Indonesia to do good in the world, largely due to a lack of understanding.”  That was in 2020; later annual reports reveal the situation ain’t much better..

That’s sad - and wrong. Here’s the anecdotal takeaway: Better to encounter a mob of Indonesian adolescents on a dark street than their counterparts Down Under.

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First published in Pearls & Irritations, 25 March 2024: https://johnmenadue.com/playing-the-hunger-games/

THOSE WHO TOGETHER GO FASTING FIND FRIENDSHIPS LASTING

 Let’s go a fasting together: A rhyme for our time

Wakey, wakey, rise and whine, it’s three am and first meal time. Breaking fast will come tonight, so eat up now and do what’s right, my family dear, Bon Appetit.

For those who follow different views, we have some good - and not-good news.

The eateries you like to go, for noodles, rice, tempe, bakso, are likely shut and tables emptied, to stop your palate being tempted.

There are some folks not firm and strong, they need tough laws to show what’s wrong. Not you; this column’s readers realize, self discipline will help decide.

Do not despair, not all’s unfair, some restaurant doors will be ajar, though finding them may take you far.

The hints are subtle, no signs to hustle, just full car parks and blinds closed tight, to stop the sight, of followers of minor doctrines, gorging burgers laced with onions.

The hungry do not want to know, the goodies that the menus show, like soups and toasts, brown chips and roasts, powders from the coffee bean, topped off by lashings of ice cream.  Temptations frighten, don’t enlighten.

Carbohydrates here and there, so when you order, do beware.

These foods come fast with sodas sweet, yet water’s delicious, and also nutritious.   They fear poor health has many links, to icky, sticky, fizzy drinks.  The sugar fix that some do crave, could send them to an early grave.

Tummy pangs may bruise your will, and make you feel a little ill, so pause for one or two pulse rates, and watch the pressure de-escalate.

The question here is simple, straight, it could determine future fate:

Do you really need a meal? Or is it something you just feel you want through conditioning? Not cooling air, but social manipulating. A ritual to supply you victuals.

The devil urges ‘order soon’, life’s ticking clock strikes stroke of noon, time flies – no lies.  The moment comes but once, so choose; on now are specials – who’d refuse?

Before you open up your purse, consider reading all this verse, suppress your pangs and sighs - recall the words from doctors wise:

‘We see your waist is getting bigger, that doesn’t suit your face or figure. Statistics prove that guys your age, will never get to pension stage, unless they count the calories, and push aside the greasy fries.’

But how can this be done, you cry. Well, this month gives us time to try.

Consider who is now involved, neighbors, good friends, and rellies too, we’re told.  No need to change your faith positions, restraint is practised by all religions.

Don’t stand aloof, receive this truth.  Resisting foods but for a while, endeavor to rejig your style, t’will benefit your health - and certainly preserve your wealth.

Contemplation and restraints, helped some ancients turn to saints.  What worked for seers in earlier years, proves comforts lasting - just through fasting.

When at first you do abstain, prepare yourself for little pains, though overall come many gains.

 Your spirit will be richer, and you’ll look a better picture, on the selfies in Facebook, that your jealous friends will envy, when they’re on a feeding frenzy.

Abstaining from the food and drink, can stimulate our minds to think, about the things that matter more, than banquets, booze and cakes galore.

In any case four weeks will fly, so why not give it one quick try?  A month’s short term, so just stay firm.  And here’s a reminder - some faiths are kinder.

Romans are told they should repent, for forty days to follow Lent.  That’s twelve days extra, than for those who look to Mecca. So don’t complain about your Lot, that fellow’s wife was turned saline, because she never ceased to whine.

This witty ditty’s coming to an end, so here’s the message that it sends: Whatever holy book you read, why not peruse our common needs?  For some it’s health and being slim, for others sacred pietism.

First timers may not last, but do not fret, next time they’ll go the distance, no regret.

Forget them and us, so no more fuss, erase hate and celebrate, let’s do this thing together.  

(First published by The Jakarta Post 18 May 2019)