Harmony of Ubud, Bali........

HARMONY OF UBUD, BALI......................


" What happened to him?" someone ask him. " My neighbour had hens, with many eggs. So he liked to sell them." Pan Dabreg swallows his spit. " He wanted to sell the eggs or the hens, Pan Dabreg?" asks the pursuing seller wearing shirt with flower on it. " Yes, of course the eggs!" says Pan Dabreg. Then continues. " He put those eggs in a big basket and carried on his head to Ubud Market. "

" When arrived in the corner he was surprised, Ubud market had changed, become two - storey and huge. A couple of months ago Ubud market had not been so big. When they build?"........" Then his imagination flew far. If sold those eggs he would buy a pig. If the pig grew a lot, he would sell and buy cows. "

" If the cows grew a lot?" someone asks. " Is it he will sell again? Then what will he buy ?" the others squawk. " Ya, ya, he will sell half the cows. And half will keep. With money from that he will make two - storey house like Ubud market!" Pan Dabreg takes a draught of his coffee. " Why he wanted to build house like ubud market?" the pursuing seller with flowers on his shirt interrupts.

" He thought the style of Ubud market was very good. Look at the construction ! It was almost like contruction for metal factory. And the architecture was Bali Modern. Even more, the roof made from asbestos."

" My neighbour really liked the new things and modern, " explains Pan Dabreg sarcastically. His hand points to Ubud Market. " Why not made from normal tiles? Why use asbestos? The visitors said asbestos is dangerous, " Wayan sitting beside Pan Dabreg Puts in. " What did my neighbour know of the developing era, also the effects. He only knew...was modern," says Pan Dabreg raising his eyebrows.

" So what happened Pan Dabreg?" asks someone in the corner of the warung who was usually quiet. " For a long time he looked at the market while praising it. Suddenly a bemo sounded it's horn exactly behind him. That person surprised. The eggs fell down from the basket. Almost all broken! That person sad and sobbing."

" What about that bemo? Is it the driver was wrong?" the one in the corner asks again. "That bemo not wrong. That man wrong. He stood in the middle of the road for a long time. Afterwards the bemo driver gave money from his pocket to my neighbour. "Pan Dabreg drinks his coffee.

" Now about your neighbour. Did he have a lot of eggs again ?" asks the flowered shirt. " when my neighbour retuned home, he found his hens had been killed. Some farmers in the ricefields had seen the hens pecked by subak When they chased and tried to catch it, the subak dropped his victim. But too late, the hens were dead, ' Pan Dabreg ends his story.

" Wah, pity that man, " almost at the same time everybody in the warung comments.


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"Don't be noisy!" Pan Dabreg mediates and continues his story. " T.K.R is the army Security People."...." After he had been in the battle many times, he joined with the Ngurah Rai regiment. Later he went on a long march to Mount Agung. And then he joined the Kalantake Army under the guidance of Ketut Gede." Pan Dabreg rests a moment then continues again.

" Before Puputan Margarana incident he led the movement to take oyer guns from Nica Polisi in Tabanan. And was successful. " Pan Dabreg breathes long. " And then....?" someone interrupts again. " He died in the puputan Margarana war, on November 20th, 1946."

" How did he die ? " asks someone. This one is perplexed, waiting for an answer. " Taking his sten-gun he pursued the enemy. One of his hand also shot, after that both his leg shot. Later he died there." " Hmm, so expensive the price to be independent, " someone rustles. The others quiet. wayan seems absorbed in thought. : Come on, drink the coffee !" Pan Dabreg break the silence. Almost at the same time the people drink their coffee.

Some people come in filling up the warung. The chairs are all being used so they stand, while holding their glasses of coffee. " The is new story about my neighbour!" Pan Dabreg open again the story.

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Harmony of Ubud, Bali..............

HARMONY OF UBUD, BALI.............
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Lately the tourist who always smile talk in Indonesian. " Berapa harga?" Jangan mahal - mahal ya?" The western accent is still very bumpy. "Ok, i will buy one sarong for my daughter in Germany."

The young woman who offers the sarong smiles, her white teeth gleaming. In Indonesian language. Why just buy one? How about your wife?" ......." Ya, ya, I will buy two , You are clever!" says the tourist . The young woman seller smiles again. Her eyes bigger.

Pan Dabreg has small smile when he sees the tourist and seller's behaviour. " Pan Dabreg, Pan Dabreg !" Pan Dabreg is surprised, someone is calling his name. He turn right and left, searching for the caller.

Across the road someone waves their hand. Hurriedly he goes nearer. The two old men are soon wrapped in conversation. Together they go into the warung across the road, in Ubud corner. They chat, sometimes laughing. The one who talks to Pan Dabreg is nearly the same age. His hair whiter, his body a little bit thin. He has a loud voice, easy for the people around to hear him. Some people are sitting in the warung. A few young men follow and sit down. They like joking with these two old men. While drinking coffee or brem.
The people in the warung also want to hear their stories. Especially the struggling era before Indonesian Independence War era. The guerillas fighting againt the Dutch or Japanese is the era which is interesting to hear about. When the two old men open their story, the situation becomes crowded. The pursuing sellers who were hunting the tourist now also join them. They are more interested in listening to the stories again. if not now!' that is what they are thinking.

Pan Dabreg is a clever storyteller. His face always changing. If talking about the sadness he looks very sad, makes the listeners breathe deeply. Soon after, the people can be heard roaring loudly when he membanyol. ......." Oh, yeah, why is the big field in Ubud called Suwetha?" asks someone suddenly.

" The story goes like this, "Pan Dabreg begins, in Sampelangan, Gianyar,in 1928. After he finished his Army education at 'PETA', Singaraja, he was sent for duty at militery camp Kediri, Tabanan." Pan Dabreg stops then continues again. " A couple of months later he married Nyentana, and lived at his wife's house in Ubud."

" during the revolution of 17th August, 1945, he joined the T.K.R " Pan Dabreg swallowes his spit. " T.K.R? what is that ? " someone interrupts. " Hush! Quiet! Just hear his story !" someone replies. "Wah, i just ask !" ....." You can ask . But first hear that story!" The one who replied before says it again.
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Harmony of Ubud, Bali.........................

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Pan dabreg doesn't want to do that. For him to help the national struggle for independence is holy work. No other motivation is needed.

This attitude of Pan Dabreg makes people respect him, " The real hero!" they say. Pan Dabreg liked to work in the rice fields. Hoeing waiting for the water, and keeping an eye on the changing colours of the paddies.

In the beginning green, three months later the paddies changed to yellow.When the ears of the rice hung down, it was an invitation for the birds or the rice -field rats to come. If the birds came, Pan Dabreg shooed them away, yelled or made scarecrows in the rice fields,moving them with long ropes.

If the rats were more epidemic, he and subak member attached together. Searched out the rats' hiding places, burned and killed them. When he comes to the corner of Ubud he stops, his eyes a little bit blind. He pulls down his hat more deeply, to avoid the sting of the sun. The shade from the hat made from plaited coconut leaf closes part of his.

Before him is Puri Saren gapura , solid glorious. It's red brick glistens shinily splashed by the sunshine. At the west side of the gapura a couple of children sit and play around at balai bengong.

Many people walk around, including students who go to the school during the day. Bemos, pushbikes, motorbikes. pass around. Understand it's market day. repeated every five days.

Some tourist walk with cameras in their shoulder bags. Sometimes they point their cameras at the stall holders who sit alongside the street, or to the shoppers. " You join them, so i can take a picture of you, " says one tourist to his partner. They look intimate, even though their age is evening. Maybe she is his wife.

The woman tourist then sits beside the vegetable seller. " Klik, klik, jepret - jepret" , many times the man's camera shoots. " O.K., O.K., wonderfull!" says the man. The wife stand and smiles. Almost at the same time the say, "terima kasih," then enter the market. The seller, an old woman, smile sweetly. A lot of people come to her stall.

Not so long, a group of tourist come down from a minibus. Some pursuing sellers soon hunt them. "Hallo! Hallo! Woodcarving? Woodcarving?" Vieing with each other, they ask the tourists who are standing in the street. The tourists smile. The other tourist spread out everywhere. "This is good. I made this one. Very - very cheap for you!" they say.

The tourist still smile. Other sellers are showing their stuff. " Hallo friend, you want sarong ? This is good sarong for going to temple. Look, the colour is beautiful ! Good for your friend !" Again the tourist smile. The sellers still struggle to show their stuff. The other sellers become bored, turning to other tourists..............................................

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HARMONY OF UBUD, BALI ........................................

The sun is exactly on top of Ubud sky, making pan dabreg's steps faster. A couple of clouds clot, rolling to the north. Some of them passing the sun.

Pan dabreg's sweat drops down, always he wipes with his sleeve. His mouth mumbles. Don't know what he speaks about.

His house is not so far from Ubud. Half an hour walk by foot, passing over a narrow bamboo bridge, turning the corner near the bamboo tress, then arriving in Ubud.

His hobby when the difficult era, era of war, he went to Klungkung, Gianyar, Tabanan,even to Gilimanuk. Sometimes he acted as courier for the patriots, delivering secret letters to other cities . Never was he caught by the enemy. Until Indonesian independence, he survived.

Now he never claims recognation. The other people would claim recognation for the struggle of Indonesian Independence, if in his situation . Some friends advise pan dabreg to go to the veteran's departement, so he can register as ex-patriot.

RIJASA AGUNG BREAKING NEWS..........................

On 21 - 24 November, 2010. We are quiet busy with meeting event of Financial Group Pt. Sari Husada - Yogayakarta.
This peak meeting program on 22nd of november with 56 capacity.......

It's lovely day , when we found that everybody was happy and enjoy their meeting in our Agung Ball room which is available for 100 - 200 capacity.Agung Ball Room including room facilities as : tables, chairs, LCD & screen, welcome drink , Air condition, Sound system, etc .......

Serving fullday meeting with 2 x coffee break and 1 x lunch as the main function. And this outbound Groups continue their program by tour around ubud............

Thank you to all Rijasa Agung staff who always show up their high willingness to serve the guest....................
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LITERATURE...............

LITERATURE.......................

Most literature is drived from Sankrit which was translated into old javanese or kawi around the 10th century. At that time, the javanese price, Erlangga ( who ruled bali through his brother ), declared that all balinese edict should be translated into Kawi Erlangga also oversaw the translations of the two great Hindu epic poems, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata from Sankrit. Today only dalang ( Shadow puppeteers ), priest and the older balinese understand Kawi, but the language is still celebrated in the puppet shows of the Wayang Kulit, in the modern Ramayana ballet, Wayang Wong, and in experts staged in dances and dramas.


The Ramayana is an old-fashioned story of the struggle between good and evil.Rama, the hero embodies virtue and strength, while his antagonist, Rawana, epitomises evil. The Mahabharata recalls the exploits and deads in the battle of the Bharata ( From ancient northern India ).

WHY YOUR KARMA....? and WHAT IS SAMSARA

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Drupadi.........

" It's not for you to decide matters of life and death."

" I'm a mother, the source of all life.........."

" You're no mother, let alone god. You're no better than a whole who commits sin simply because it bring you profit."

" Why don't you just take a look at yourselft then. You're no better than a rat that i rescued from the gutter, and have treated all this time as if you're my own husband. And now it turns out in fact you're in league with the girl that wants to usurp the throne of this household.

"It's not right for you to be jealous and suspicious of you own child, especially after she's sacrificed so much for this family," interupted grandfather suddenly.

" What do you care. It's not right for you to always defend that girl show all this time has been looking for a way to poison me....." I began to shiver where i stood outside the houseyard when i heard mother's accusation. It seemed mother suspected that the coffee and breakfast prepared with such a feeling of devotation every morning were my way of trying to poison her ! I should have screamed from where i stood, so that father and grandfather would know that what mother was saying was a cruel slander. But blood was boiling over so badly i found myselft unable to speak. But know i finally understood that was what was making mother hate me so much. 

" wouldn't it be better to act first than find my body rotting some day because of her poison," snapped mother angrilyas turned her back on father and grandfather.

Now my anger really boiled over. At a moment like this it would be a major mistake not to take a firm course of action. here could be no doubt that what mother said was a threat. My life could be plucked from my body at any moment. I might be sleeping and she would slip into my room to put a knife between my ribs.Or she might pretend to be  so friendly, then give me aglass of milk that she'd spiced with some powerful poison.

While i saws silently preparing to attack her from behind, i noticed that father and granfather had run inside the house. Not long after that i heard a scream from one of the rooms as father saw my corpse lying there growing cold and stiff.

Ray," said grandfather finally, " you really are the incarnation of Dewi Drupadi who's been born for the hundredth time on this earth. I was sent here by Lord Yudisthira to watch over you. But according to the decree of fate, you weren't suppose to die from the poison set out by your own mother..." I regret so much that i didn't find a way to tell you that sooner."

Note :

* Karma  - the law of action, the belief that one's actions in each life affect one's experiences in the next life. or later in this life.

* Samsara - life in the mortal world, assumed to be a cycle of recurring moments of pleasure and pain, with pain an unavoidable counterpart of all pleasure.

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KARMA & SAMSARA AS THE COVER

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Drupadi 


.........Like picking up my brothers after school and paying off anything we owed for utilities or other household expenses.


All this time i'd gone along with everything simply because it was the responsinbelity of a the eldest child for the family. But every time we quarelled mother said that i deserved to be humiliated, that all that i was to repay the sins that i'd comitted in a past life."Of course we have to pay off the debt of our past karma, but that doesn't give you the right to put Raytina in the corner with the excuse that it's payback time, " said grandfather, coming to my defense.

 "Didn't you just say that karma always has to be repaid " replied mother...."


"Yes, but that's no reason to constantly humiliate her.Doesn't that kind of treatment just mean that we're pilling up new sins for ourselves ? Be patient, Raytina, someday your mother will regret treating you no better than a dog......."


I hurried out.I couldn't stand any longer listening to that conversation that was so full of wisdom, but phrased in tones of mutual accusation. The way i saw things what they were saying was about as useful as lighting the fires of war because you want to set the world on the part to justice. I follows from that you find yourselves ready to maim and kill in the name of God, as if you're now free from the circle of guilt. You may be free from sin, but doesn't violence always bring more violence in its wake ?

In the hundred of time i'd reborn, i'd seen all kinds o f violence that seemed never to come to an end. From the outbreak of the Bharata war, through the oppression of colonialims, the cruely that stemmed from the japanese occoupation and the war for independence of the 1940s, right through to the bloodshed spilled in the horrible civil conflict of 1965.But it seemed that wasn't enough, and now violence and cruelty still had reached no end, with bombs going off all over the place.


Violence now seemed to be snowballing. The longer it went on the more it seemed to press in from everyside. It was amazing to me that it seemed that no one was trying to bring things to ahalt, or at lest to spread light and warmth, so that the ice that had descended on us would begin to melt. I'm not sure when it was that it came to me, completely outside my concious throught, that history in fact moves along from one act of violence to another. And there was no sing anywhere that history was going to be free of violence any time soon. So is history in fact identical with violence ?


One day when i arrived home after work i could see that mother and father were very tense, on the point of an open quarell. It was the first time i'd seen that rather small man with his hands on his hips, taking a defiant attitude mother. Perhaps because granfather was there too, standing in the doorway of the houseyard, father had worked up the courage to say to mother that she seemed not to understand how fortunate she was to have a daugther like me.Me? Right away i understood that they were fighting about me.


" I Regret that ever let that girl grow within my womb," said mother.


" On the contrary, she was too noble for that womb of yours, that you surrendered so often to any man at all," countered father.


" What i should have done was to close tightly that gates to this world of samsara for that girl who is completely drenched in sin."


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KARMA & SAMSARA THE COVER OF RIJASA AGUNG RESORT & VILLAS LIFE

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Drupadi.............


I was desined be born i a family that in my estimation had a very difficult history. It was only after i turned twenty that i began to realize that in fact my own origins were rather complicated. according to the gossip that i overhead my mother had married five times. And each times.And each time she'd married she'd had a couple of kids. The complicated thing was that every time she'd marriedwith the next guy within a few months it would be clear she was pregnant again. That was why whenever anyone asked who my father was my face would suddenly flush red from the blood that rushed to my cheeks. How embarrassing it was to always be someone who couldn't even tell people who her father was.


As far back as i could remember i'd only known the man who lived with us now, a man with a thick mustache, He was the silent type and then some, so we rarely spoke at all. Only mother spoke to him much and that was because she was because she was always giving him orders to do something, including cooking. It's lucky that he was a good cook.Everything he cooked was delicious. at least according to the measure of mytongue, that was always wild for hot, spicy dishes.


I vaguely remember too a couple of guys that in the past often came to visit. But mother never let us kids them. And it wasn't unusual for her to recieve them only on the verandah of our house. When i sometimes warily peeked out at them from a crack in the window curtains i could see mother shaking her finger at them, and sometimes shrieking at them to go away.


After some time it began to seem normal to see something like that, but a feeling of pity for those guys slipped into my thoughts and began to haunt me. Sometimes i'd be daydreaming and i would return in my mind to see their faces as they bowed their heads when mother told them to get away from our house this instant. Somtimes if there was one who didn't want to leave i could see that mother didn't feel any reluctance at pushing them along until they were outside the gate of our house - yard.


One evening i saw mother sitting beneath the almond tree that grew so luxuriantly in our house - yard. The light of the sun that spilled from spaces between the leaves of the almond tree was reflected in her face.I could see that she was feeling more relaxed than usual . So i figured that this would be a good time to ask her about a couple of things.


"Mother, " i said while approaching her from behind, "Who are those guys really who keep coming by here?"


Mother didn't answer right away. She looked hard at me with an expression of distaste. Her expression tol me that she was angry .


"Sorry, mom, there's no need to think about it...." I said right away, hoping that would calm her anger.


"Your karma has indeed decreed that you be born as a stupid girl!" said mother suddenly.When i tried to slip away, afraid that her anger would only get worse if i stuck around, she called me back,"Ray, the only thing you ever do is work, work, work.Don't add to your burdens by worrying about those guys, do you understand ?"


Feeling guilty, all i could do was to nod my assent. But when i was about toleave suddently grandmother was there facing us, as if he'd appeared out of nowhere.


"Raytina was born again here to pay off the debt of her past karma," he said.


"That why she has to work so hard.Her past karma has sentenced her to this fate now.It's only fitting that she was born this time to be humiliated,"said motehr. Other than mother i was the only woman in the household. Of my four relatives there, along with the man that for all this time i'd regarded as my father, they were all men.  And i figured that they were all younger than me. One of them was even still in junior High school. So inpractical terms, since i was the oldest and neither mother not father had a job, i was the one responsible for all of them.


Motehr always treated me like her servant.Before going off to the office at around 6:15 in the morning, so that i could avoid the heavy traffice later in the morning. I would have to cook and prepare all the schoolday needs of my younger brothers. And when i was in the office it wasn't unusual for mother to call me to tell me to arange all sorts of things, .......


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COMPASSION & SOLIDARITY

Rijasa Agung Gazebo

COMPASSION & SOLIDARITY
( HiVOS - Ubud Writers & Readers Festival 2009 )
A billingual Anthology of Indonesian Writing .

Putu Fajar Arcana

Drupadi.............


I remember now that the hundred time i've been born to live in this world. And it's strange that everytime i'm born again i always meet granfather again. A man with curly hair, a hundred over body and rather overlange ears i guessed he must be more than 100 years old. In any case his appearance was always a sure sign to me that i'd been born again in the same family.


The last time i' died it was in the train crash when i just 30 years old. Back then Grandfather once said, "I don't want to born again in the same family. And your name will be the same, Raytina........."


If I'd been able to speak back then, and not just able to hear, i'm sure i would have said , " i don't want to be born again , because birth just leads to death again....."


" Some day you're going to achieve what you've been aiming for, liberation from the cycle of life and death ," grandfather said suddenly.I'm sure he had been reading my thoughts. Who was that old man really ?


"And when will that moment come?" I thought to myselft.


"It depends on your karma, on everything you've done in the past."


" Is my karma completely stained with with sin that i always have to meet my fate like this?"


"It's not for me to decide that. Being born as human is still the ultimate..." said grandfather. His age must have been speaking. Suddenly before my eyes there seemed to be a picture spread out, almost like a video , about grandfather's past. The picture showed the journey of a dog who following his owner in a search for the gateway to heaven. Sometimes the picture was only in the form of silhouette like the shadow cast on a shadow - play screen, sometimes it seemed to shine out from cloe by, so that i could clearly see the face of the dog's master.


Now it seemed that i was on a hill and was carefully observing their journey. They were walk in single file, going uphill and downhill, by day and by night, in the heat of the sun and coldness of night, whether clear and raining., hungry, and thirsty while keeping their courage to themselves and fighting of all their feeling of fear.


Even when one woman and four men who were originally part of the journey died one by one along the way, that white dog kept walking. Through storm and rain he stayed without fail by the side of his master. But when the arrived at the gate of heaven and the dog's master was invited to enter into the heavenly abode, he refused. He said that his dog, who had faithfully stayed by his side through rain and storm and protected him from all kinds of wild animals, had to be allowed into heaven too.


But the gatekeeper refused to open the door for a dog, " Dog's aren't allowed into the heavenly abode," he said.


" If my dog isn't allowed in, the refuse to go in myselft," said the dog master


" Why are you sacrificing the good fortune that's been offered you only for the sake of defending a dog ?" asked the gatekeeper.


This dog has demonstrated his faitfulness over and over again ."


The gatekeeper's supervisor said, " a dog has nothing else but his faitfulness, so let it be his fate to live in the world and better himself through a human birth." that said ,it seemed that his words were the fate of the dog.


" And that's how i came to be...." said grandfather suddenly.And with that the picture seemed to crystallize and then fade away.


Now i knew that grandfather was none other then the dog who had faitfully followed Yudhistira to the very gates of heaven , i felt i'd been tossed back to the final moment of the tale of the Mahabharata.


"Even now yudistira is waiting there at the gates of heaven . And he won't go in untill finally i show up there, " said grandfather.


" you mean that yudhistira was willing to wait for hundreds of years at the gates of heaven?" I asked.


"That's what's known as true nobility ...." said grandfather calmly.My guess had been right, i was sure now that grandfather was over 100 years old. But why was still holding on to life in this world when he almost no flesh left on his bones ?


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Sweet Ubud Corner.............

Sweet Ubud Corner............

Om Swastyastu .................

Do still remember the story of Pan Dabreg????..............Let's Go......!!!!

" The Happy old times " she thinks. Men Dabreg smiles to herself.The rice is already cooked, she just needs to prepare the vegetables. Young tapioca leaf, eggplant, also some spices to be put in the wok. Puts on top of the trivet, taking off thence which is cooked. She adds a little coconut sugar and salt, the stir and waits.

The smoke from the trivet comes to her eyes, smarting, a little bit. She wipes her eyes with, the edge of her shirt, a little bit worn but clean. That shirt is already one year old. The colour, old yellow, has a red flower as the picture.

Men Dbreg remembers she bought that shirt from the clearing sale in Ubud corner. She bargained for halft price. They gave it to her as the seller said, as penggarus. She felt very glad. Lately Men Dabreg has been very astonished with her husband. Since the old market in Ubud collapsed , and the new two storey market built, the behaviour of her husband has been unusual.

At night, when he sleeps he often, talks. Many kinds of talk. Sometime calls his late father's name, sometimes just says, " tourist, tourist!" or only says, : dangerous, dangerous!' All these are big questions for Men Dabreg, once she questioned her husband . He just answered flatly : " Maybe I just tired ." If she push him more, her husband soon changes the conversation.

"Wah, this time your food very delicious. Is it you put more in than usual ? " Lately questions about that are never answered.Without realising, the vegetables are already cooked . Soon Nyoman comes in, the sound of singing coming first. He always sings the same song, " Madu dan Racun ". The pop songs. Almost everybody from young to old can sing these songs.

Almost at the same time, Pan Dabreg comes in too. His tall body and large steps remind people of " I Bima " in the shadow puppet story.  After Men Dabreg has made and  given offerings to the house, the three people have lunch. After that , Nyoman leaves, busy in the backyard feeding the cows.

Men Dabreg and her husband sit on the bed in the paon. That old bed still firmly holds their bodies, even when there are five people. " Memene, do you remember when we met before ? " Always she calls her husband Bapane, and her husband calls her Memene.

" Why do you ask that ? " Men Dabreg returns the question. " No, nothing. I was just remembering that night we saw arja performance in the corner of Ubud, " says her husband with deep voice, " Many people in the audience."

" Yes, we walked at that time in a group along the path," the wife says while she carries the dirty plates to the plastic bucket, the memory passing her mind. " You walked with your group, I walked with mine." The husband lights his cigarette. The flame from the match makes a silhouette on his face.

" Then you still remember ? The torch from your group was dead. So, to walk in the night without moon, your group joined mine, " he says again inhaling his cigarette deeply, then letting the smoke out.

" And then while we walked to Ubud, we joked, " she replies, " And your jokes with your friends, very rude !"

"Oh, that was just to chase away the fear, if leyak came !"

" Actually  the leyak was you." Jest Men Dabreg. " You always looked at me, and tried to hold my hand, isn't it ?"

" Ha,ha,ha,ha,. You just say that Memene. How could i hold your hand then if you didn't smile at me?" The husband laughs, no teeth in his top mouth making him look older.  "Ahh, you are the man without shame. With many people, you were brave to hold, " grumble the wife, joking. She still has some beauty remining from when she was young.

"But , all that success, The result?" He inhales his cigarette again. "Four children , two granchildren!" He bows out the smoke from his cigarette, until it touches the husband may explain . Or at least talk more.

That man is still quite, his forehead wrinkling. He flicks the ash from his cigarette.His eyes travel down to his feet. those feet which have traveled all his life.

" Memene," he says suddenly," will i go to Ubud?" And then stands hurriedly," Tying sarong. Without waiting for the answer Pan Dabreg flies out.

She sees Pan Dabreg snatch the hat hanging on the bamboo wall. Look at his cock in the cage in the corner of the house. Then lost from view after passing angkul - angkul of the house. The leaving of her husband for Ubud this time, leaves unanswered questions for Men Dabreg. She tries to forget it. Stack the clean plates in the bamboo rack, then starts sweeping the kitchen floor alone.

The voice of her neighbour's radio, broadcasting drama - gong, is heard clearly in her ears. Sometimes she hears the cow mooing, annoyed by burnning hot of the daytime. The solitude now squeezes her, the solitude which she does not understand.

Thank you....Dear , please keep it in your sweet memory . All  from the sacred romance of Ubud......

Om Canti...Canti...Canti.....Om

Rijasa Agung Ubud Bali Villas Resort Hotel

Br. Begawan, Desa melinggih kelod, Kec. Payangan, Ubud, Gianyar, Bali - Indonesia

Telp. No. (+62.361) 980.333, Facsimile (+62. 361) 980.411, 

Site : www.rijasa.com

Ubud.....Ubud......and Ubud again....!!!!

Balinese in the village of  Payangan, ubud 

will keep your imagination on  the peak solitary.........

 Ubud story  ..........

There are many circumstances in this world which make Men Dabreg not understand fully, Just for example, about television.If she looks at television, always comes out the question, where does the picture come from ? The wire no bigger than her finger, how can this make voice and picture ? The people who often see television at Balai Banjar also talk about it, but never have the exact information.

Some people who try to guess.Maybe that antenna, put high on top of the house, catches voice and picture as it passes in the air.The other say, television alive of electricity. So, the electricity itselft is sucking voice and picture, entering inside the television.

Men Dabreg always wrinkles her forehead when they talk about television, electricity, radio and other modern stuff. It is better to enjoy it, without becoming confused trying to know everything.If television or radio breaks down, just take to the repairer! They can fix it.

Now everywhere people have radio. To the ricefield , carriying transistor radio. To the kitchen or while making wood - carvings, the radio is always beside them.

Other then that, every village has somebody with television, push bike, motorbike, even bemo. The road are good, some with asphalt, some not yet. The people's economy has become more developed, of course.

It was really different when Men Dabreg was young. When she was young people seldom had radio. Even if radio had existed, they could not afford the price. At that time her rich neighbour got it by swapping one full rice barn. That Radio was big as buffalo head.

The neighbour always came in, mass to listen to that voice of radio.They were very glad when the radio broadcast gamelan Bali Programmes, or kroncong songs. Very impressed.

When the battery finished, the neighbour had to go from Ubud to Denpasar riding D.K.W motorbike or horse. Sometimes he would entrust a member of the village to buy it. Now that neighbour and D.K.W motorbike have become old piles of iron, staying lonely in the back yard. The chicken often perch on it during the daytime. Even though the owner died five years ago and was cremated.

" Ah, this world has moved so far," whisper Men Dabreg, breathing deeply.

She put more wood in the trivet, the fire burn more lightly. The rice she is cooking boils, sometimes the steam pushing the lid, little bit. Open and dosed again. she opens th lid , stir it.

Hearing the mooing voice behind the house , her face frowns. " Hmmm....that cow's also hungry. Soon Nyoman will come back home, " she says to herselft. She puts more wood in the trivet, the fire bigger.

She was already too late with cooking today. This morning spent too long washing clothes in the river.Hopes when her husband comes back from rice fields, everything is cooked.

Her husband likes warm, Pan Dabreg will soon eat very greedily. Men Dabreg doestn't want to make him disappointed. There is also Nyoman, her neighbour's son.After returning from school, he goes straight to paon. Eats, changes his clothes, the gives grass to her cows and debong bananas to the pigs.

Since her marrige thirty years ago, their life has not had many changes. Still a simple life. She is ten years younger than her husband. Their possesions consist of a couple of cows, some pigs, the yard, garden, rice fields, and the house they inherited from their ancestors.

A couple of acres for rice fields, is enough to support their life. Even if they want, their son and doughter can help them make life much better.

But Pan Dabreg and Men Dabreg don't want to be helped by them. Let them enjoy their young life without being troubled by their young life without being troubled by their parents. The parents are happy enough if they can live quitely, and see their son and dughter happy, Just that.

Her marriage with Pan Dabreg has produced four children. One daugther  and three sons. The daughter works in the Government information Departement in Denpasar. Ni Wayan Sudarni is her name. She is married with two children and live in Denpasar.

The second child is teaches at the primary school in Candi Dasa, married just a year ago.The third child is an artist and has his own gallery in Monkey Forest Street, near Dewa House, in Ubud. At present the youngest one works at a cassette shop in Kuta Beachs, while studiying at one of the universities in Denpasar. In Indonesian Literature.

They obey their parents and live in harmony. Often their neighbour, when giving advice to their children will use Men Dabreg; s family as good example.

" Look, it is good to be tidy and obey like Men Dabreg's children. " When she hears that, Men Dabgreg's heart grows and flowers, Her family have become a good example to her neighbours.

even more her husband is the best person in the world and was courageous in his youth . Although his hair now grey, his body is still healthy and strong. works energetically.

Almost every two months, all their children visit . The fisrt usually brings two grandchildren, boy and girl. Their granchildren are very cute, their bodies healthily plump, their eyes glittering, their laughter always bursting when Men Dabreg picks them up...................................

To be continue.......

Rijasa Agung , the hidden mountain diamond

Valley Enchanting and Peak Solitary.................................

Like the beginning of the story in the rare of delicacy to have alook deligfully to the hill will undulate slowly, the massif of forest, the meadow punctuate the rare of farm. The hut, the shepherd and sacred cow, all dressing gown in the white and red. The  enchanting view of bali famous Ayung River  and Batukaru mountain in the hill surrounding with its area drown in the greenery.

Rijasa Agung Resort & Villas is the sacred palace which always waiting & offer live paradise tranquility for your wellness.Rijasa means the sacred flowers which is just grow up on the peak of the mountain. Agung means the grand.So...Rijasa Agung is the grand sacred flowers of the mountain.....................................................

Rijasa Agung Ubud Bali Villas Resort Hotel offer : 24 Deluxe Rooms, 8 Deluxe Suite Rooms with outdoor jaccuzi, 2 Agung Villas, 2 Agung Suite Villas with jaccuzi, 2 Agung Suite Villas with plunge pool, 2 Rijasa Suite Villas with private pool, 2 Family Suite Villas with 2  connecting bed rooms.

Other Facilities : Agung Ball room with 150 - 200 capacity, SPA with traditional balinese massage, Entertaiment : Balinese Dance Show ( Subject to be availability ), Daily activity : Learning balinese dancing ( Subject to be availability ), Learning drawing balinese Wayang ( Subject to be availability ).Water sport activity : Rafting, Trekking, Mountain Cycling, etc ( We could serve with outside company as Sobek Rafting company ). Daily Tour : Tour around Ubud, Kuta, Candidasa, etc could available with out side driver.

Room Facilities : Aircondition, Coffee maker, Safety book, slippers, housekeeping amenities : soup, shampoo, body lotion, toothbrush, comb, towel, hand towel, bath mat, telephone , hangger, Mini bar, sewing kit.And there is 1 Sayong Ayung Restaurant with 60 capacity serving breakfast , luch and dinner ,                 2 Swimming pool ( Serve freely...........)

So....so......visit Rijasa Agung Ubud Bali Resort Hotel is the great way on your golden vacation!!! And try to find more information on http://www.rijasa.com/

Relligious Story  from Ubud Bali............................................

Introduction :

Rsi Markandya, a Hindu Priest who lived in the 8th century in Damalung Village in Dieng Mount Central Java, was spiritually inspired to remove to eastern area and to reside in Raung Mount East Java. The priest coming to Aga Village located by the foot of Mount Raung was warmly welcomed by the local Hinduism, but also about good practice of cultivation of the soil for growing crops and farming.

One day in his meditation, Rsi Markandya saw a bright light coming out of a mount located in the esatern area and was spiritually inspired and instructed to construct a sacred building of worship and to burry the panca datu ( five kinds of base metals namely : gold, silver, copper, brass and iron ) in it.

To follow up the spiritual inspiration and instruction , Rsi Markandya and hundred of his followers traveled to the eastern area and sailed across Bali Strait. They experienced a lot of hardships during their journey to the island where many of followers suffered from serious illnesses. They almost failed to complete their journey to the island due to the hardships.

Luckily, they managed to go ashore on Bali Island .Immediately after arrival to the island, the priest sought for herbal plants to cure his people who were sick, none of the collection herbal plants managed to cure thier illnesses.

Then, Rsi Markandya went on meditation to ask for guidance and assistance from the God. He finally found the afficacious medicines for his folowers consisting of herbal plants and holy water in a village. Later, the village was named Ubud originating from Ubad which means medicines.

Upon succesfully curing his people, Rsi Markandya then looked for the mount that he saw in his meditation to constract a sacred building of worship and to burry the panca datu . He managed to find the mount. It is located in the heart of Bali Island called Agung Mount. Rsi Markandya then constructed a temple called Pura Besakih, the mother temple, constituting the biggest temple on the island.

In 1936, The king of Ubud, Tjokorda Gde Agung Sukawati, welcomed a German artist called Walter Spies and a Dutch Artist called Rudolf Bonnet. These artist together with balinese artist established an art organization called Pita Maha . Since then, Bali fine art painting have awakened and developed fast and been enriched  with new elements and techniques of painting including perspectives, anatomies and lightings.

In 1956 a painting museum called Puri Lukisan Museum collecting masterpieces of Balinese artist was established in Ubud. The Museum has managed not only to promote Ubud to become a center of arts on the island, but also a dwelling place of painting artist and center of art inspirations up to present.

Thank you...we will continue..........

Rijasa Agung Ubud Bali Villas Resort Hotel

Br. Begawan,Desa Melinggih Kelod, Kec. Payangan, Ubud, Gianyar, Bali _ Indonesia

Phone  : (+62.361) 980.333, Facsimile : (+62.361) 980.411, 

Site : www.rijasa.com

Rijasa Agung Ubud - Bali , the jewel of wellness

 Om swastyastu.........




Ubud ? Is there life in Ubud ? Well...well....yes, there is !! Away from the great shopping and eating, Ubud is the place to come to seek the esoteric. Illustrious  Agung Rai Museum Art in Ubud say, "Ubud is a place to find relaxation and yourselft. It is the place to reflect on who you are and why you are here ".


Whether it be art, a development of singular talent or a delve into the inner working of the body mind and spirit , the special energy of this place tend to make things happens - a subtle shift in the psyche and a gentle unfolding of the spirit.


As entertaining as it may be to drop up to the North path at Payangan for change of air, a change of space, a big night out, there is nothing to beat the feeling of coming home to Ubud.


Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om

Tri Hita Karana Doctrine

Iin accordance with balinese Hindu philosophy, peace and liberty are obtainable in our lives only when  we respect and observe the three harmonious relationships known as Tri Hita Karana Doctrine :




1.The Gods blessed life and created nature and all of is contents.
2.Nature offer sustenance to support the needs and activities of humans being.
3.Human beeing have an obligation to establish a traditional village structure, to build temples in which  worship, to hold various ceremonies, to make daily offering, to preserve nature and to solve problems together.


This doctrine can be seen in practice during many special ceremonies.Tumpek kandang where people make special offering for all animals in generally and Tumpek Nguduh where plants are equelly celebrated




Stretch out between the Ayung River and Batukaru Mountaint . In the hill surrounding , with its area drown in the greenery Rijasa Agung Resort & Villas offer paradise tranquility for live wellness.


Rijasa Agung Resort & Villas as the state of the art of balinese architecture offer you an experience beyond Imagination.24 x Deluxe Rooms, 8 x Deluxe Suite Rooms, 2 x Agung Villas, 2 x Agung suite villas with jaccuzi, 2 x Agung suite villas with plunge pool, 2 x Rijasa suite villas with private pool, 2 x Family suite villas with connecting 2 bedrooms.


Imagine.......
The room have different treats such a roof terrace in one, an outdoor bathtub in another , so view of the green valley, the flow of the river and the blue mountains are completely amazing relaxing.......


Imagine.......
Distingly a honeymoon's villas carving its place in the pure and beautifull valley, river and blue mountains set in the midst of breath - taking nature with tradition and were designed to quiver the human emotion .


Rijasa agung resort & villas could serve 2 nites honeymoon package and could enjoyed with :


* Serving 1 x Candle light dinner for 2 persons
* Serving 1 x Traditional balinese massage, treatment for 1 hour/person
* Serving 1 x Ginger tea and rijasa dessert for 2 person after massage
* Serving Flowers bathtub prior arrival
* Serving daily afternoon tea from 3.00 - 5.00 pm at Restaurant
* Serving daily breakfast 2 persons ( ABF or IBF )


Imagine........
Beautifull and smile morning breakfast , lunching and dining in aromantic ambience savoring the wonderfull creation of the chef that goes with the red wine to complimentary and serve of all the staff serving you.Sayong Ayung Restaurant offer your Indonesian, Asian, and International taste for your desire.........


Bali hattens white wine, red wine, mateus rose and any alcoholic drink will drive you to enjoy really luxurious of live in tranquility.


Imagine.........
In the morning scenically breathtaking, indulge the body on the pool, jogging, reading, beside the luxurious valley view pool taking advantage of panoramic green forest and blue mountain view.


Honessy, calm and creative life style in traditional village of payangan, noth part of Ubud.It could bring you in the middle of natural live.Balinese surrounding who love their cow, duck, hens, pigs, etc will treat everyones who always stuffed in the middle of modern city .Naturall wellness will offer for everyones who enjoyed.




Enjoy this tranquility and treat your body by natural balinese massage which is provide in Rijasa Agung Spa.The treatment could available with natural oil from jasmine oil, orange oil and continuing by take sauna treatment with your family.Why you should miss it ? It's great idea if you enjoy it prior your stay at Rijasa Agung Ubud Bali Villas Resort Hotel.Further you could visit : www.rijasa.com




Thank you...........