Identifying Fragments

NON-VERBAL Communication
Non-verbal communication or “body language” IS A communication by facial expressions, head or eye movements, hand signals, and body postures. It can be just as important to UNDERSTAND as words are Misunderstanding – often amusing but sometimes serous can arise between people from different cultures if they misinterpret non verbal signals. Take, for example; in the United States, a circle made with the thumb and index FINGERS. To an American, means that everything is OK. To Japanese, the difference in meaning of a gesture very common, it means that you are talking about money. In France, IT IS SOMETHING THAT IS WORTHLESS, and in Greece, it is an obscene gesture. Therefore, an American could unknowingly OFFER a Greek by using that particular hand signal.
The following incident illustrates how conflicting nonverbal signals can cause serious misunderstanding. While lecturing to his poetry class at Ain Shams University in Cairo, a British professor became so relaxed. He leaned back in his chair and revealed the bottom of his foot to the astonished class. The next day, the Cairo newspapers carried headlines about the student demonstration resulted, and they denounced British arrogance and demanded that the professor be sent home. Make such a gesture at Muslim society as the worst kind of insult.

“Cipirit.. Cipirit..”

Today, one of the most famous reality shows in Indonesia is Uya Kuya. In this reality show, Uya Kuya who is the only host shows his magical talents. One of them is hypnosis.
I will tell you the funniest episode of this reality show which I have ever seen. The shows began when Uya chose a boy from the crowded people at the mall and asked him to be his partner. Then, Uya hypnotized him with his wonderful trick. He burned a tissue and softly forced the boy to sleep when he saw the fire. Then, the boy fell asleep. After that, he was under Uya’s order.
Uya asked him to speak up, but did not tell what he did not want to tell. Then, he introduced himself as Indra Harindra, a college student. He came into the mall alone because he just wanted to look for a toilet there. Listening to Indra’s reason, Uya got curious. Then, he asked Indra why he wanted to look for a toilet there. Indra said that he did not like the toilet in his house because it was dirty. Indra told that he often came into the hotel and mall just for visiting the toilet. Actually, he had a weird habit that he easily had an urgent need to defecate, wherever and whenever. Listening to his confession, Uya and the people who were watching around him laughed. Uya believed that his habit ever gave him a funny experience. Answering Uya’s expectation, Indra told his childhood’s experience. His story happened when he was in the fifth year of elementary school. One day, he was having a test. Suddenly, he had an urgent need to defecate. But, his teacher did not allow the students to leave the class before the test was over. Indra tried to keep his urgent need, but it forced him continuously. When he could not hold it up anymore, all of a sudden, an unpleasant odor was smelled. Guess what? He had secreted “something” in his pants. All people in the class laughed at him loudly. Since that incident, his friend always called him as “cipirit.. cipirit..” which was singing as one of Michael Jackson’s song.
Uya and the audiences laughed at him again. After that, Uya stopped his hypnotic influence from Indra’s mind. When he woke up, Uya tried to tease him by singing “cipirit.. cipirit..” song. Indra just smiled in his confusedness.
The show was closed when Uya said that actually this show did not have an aim to make other people embarrassed. Uya just wanted to entertain and help other people to share their experiences in order to make introspection about them.

The Old Man and The Food Court (revision)

This is the real story about an old man whom I always see every day. He lives alone in Sekaran, in his small food court which always looks so empty. I have never known about him or even his place before, and I feel so guilty because I didn’t know about him earlier. If I knew him at the first time I came into Sekaran, maybe I could do something better for him. Maybe I could help him by being his loyal customer longer than what I have done now. He looks so wise and he never does nothing although there is no customer in his place. He never just sleeps or sits down and looks around when he is waiting for the customer. When the first time I came into his place, he gave me a nice smile and told me some of his funny jokes. I enjoyed his place. Until now, I still enjoy his place. His cooking is great, I think. I have tried to find the reason why his place is always empty. I tried to compare his place with the other food court in his surrounding. Then, I failed. Until now, I have not found a shortage of his cooking. I have not found a shortage of his place condition which maybe will make the customer uncomfortable. But seeing him every day in his miserable condition, I cannot stay in my silence and do nothing. I wish I could do something to help him. But what can I do? The only thing I can do is just coming into his place and being his loyal customer. I hope I am not his only customer. And it is not enough, I wish I could do something more. Looking at him, I remember my father. I miss my father when I see him. I realize how he struggles to give the best life for me and my mother. I do miss my family when I see him alone. I wish he could have a better life. I wish.

The Old Man and The Food Court

This is the real story about an old man whom I always see every day. He lives in Sekaran, in his small food court which always looks so empty. I have never known about him or even his place before, and I feel so guilty because of that. He looks so wise, he never does nothing although there is no customer in his place. When the first time I came into his place, he gives me a nice smile and told me some of his funny jokes. I enjoyed his place. Until now, I still enjoy his place. His cooking is great, I think. I have tried to find the reason why his place is always empty. Then, I failed. But seeing him every day in his miserable condition, I cannot stay in my silence and do nothing. I wish I could do something to help him. But what can I do? The only thing I can do is just coming into his place and being his loyal customer. I hope I am not his only customer. It is not enough. I wish I could do something more. I just want to see his honest smile. He reminds me of my father. I miss my father when I see him. I do miss my family when I see him alone. I wish he could have a better life. I wish.