You are currently browsing the category archive for the ‘Architecture’ category.
The Jineng building remains our joyful friend.
A woman named Sri graduated from Senior High School two years ago and her joy was immense when she entered her favored tourism school in the Nusa Dua area. Her parents were also very happy seeing the joy of t heir only daughter.
Sri’s parents were rich farmers from a small village in Bali. A village, which is surrounded by green, wide-terraced rice fields with beautiful view, the kind that can be seen on postcards. However, Sri considered that her village was place which is distracted her form the glitter of the world; the fancy things, her favorite soap operas, and youth trends. Staying longer in the village, she felt, was not her choice, but her destiny led her to start her life there. Most Balinese young people would prefer to work in the tourism industry; in a luxury modern hotel in the southern part of Bali than to deal with the mud and dirt of the rice field in the village.
Gerakan Lomba Desa adalah salah satu implementasi konsep filoshophy baru yaitu Tri Hita Karana yang sengaja diciptakan sebagai perangkat nilai untuk gerakan tadi. Melalui lomba ini diharapkan dapat memotivasi masyarakat untuk memahami betapa pentingnya arti menghormati dan menjaga kelestarian lingkungan hidup.
Keluhuran nilai-nilai yang terkandung di dalamnya membuat sosialisasinya mudah diresapi oleh setiap lapisan masyarakat. Kalangan profesional terutama arsitek lokal getol dan lancar menempelkan philosophy tadi untuk menambah nilai plus pada konsep rancangannya. Para aparat adat dan dinas pada setiap desa turut serta menjaga dan berusaha mengimplementasikan pada setiap aktifitas adat di desanya.
A big building on the corner of a puri, Balinese royal palace, bonds with the big strong border wall, and stand monumentally, which demand people who are passing by to give respect to it. This building has a large width and there are 8 pillars supporting it. “The king used this building to see the activities of his people outside,” says Tu Rah, one of the members of the puri who is the witness to the dynamics of it. “Only a person who has power owns this building,” he adds.
When I think about my childhood, I am reminded of my friend and me happily searching for dragonflies around the bank of a river bordering a hill in my village. Although most of my time was spent in the city for schooling, the promise of these moments are what made me enthusiastic about returning to the village. Vast rolling green hills, the melodic singing of the birds, squirrels jumping between the coconut trees, the tricking of the pure river water, and the pounding current of the waterfall all became unforgettable memories or my childhood. Never the less, those days would turn dark and end when my friend and I would here the shouting of our parents, “Time to come home’ it’s already dark, there’s tenget out there!”.