Friday, March 18, 2011

When the saints go marching in

A man pasted a placard on his bicycle with his wife's name on it. He roams around, making his way around the rubbles, riding his bike, carrying few photos of his wife kept at the inside of his jacket, asking anyone he comes across if they happen to see her. Anxious passersby with their hurried pace shrug, others shake their heads. And off he goes again.

A family was reunited after three days of search and nervous waiting. Tears gushing in ther faces, they rush to one another then wrap themselves in tight embrace. They couldn't believe it. At the verge of losing hopes, they find peace in the midst of a stricken land at the return of their loved ones.

A father was talking to his wife on the phone, line was disrupted from time to time. He consoles his wife and says not to worry, That he's taking good care of their son well. They were safe and are waiting for the rations to come.

Kono Bokuke is looking for his employees. They were at his store when the rushing sea water devastated their town. Days after the quake, he jaunts one evacuation center to another searching for his people who might've escaped the wrath of raging tsunami. And he succeeded. He found one..two. And still, he longs for more of them. At the end of the day, he wonders, will it be possible for him to rebuilt his business?

Sieco Sato is looking over a space where once his house stood. He recalled as he watched from afar how his 30 years of hard-work that built his house were swept away in an instant, then crushed. He left, head and shoulders down, shaking his head.

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I'll tell you what I tell people who ask me about the recent tragedies of the world with all the fear of catastrophes and prophetic doom.

I tell them, that the real tragic and most horrific scenes happen everyday. And you know what makes it more gruesome? It's that we are either too busy with all our selfish shenanigans or we simply don't want to care.

Twenty-five thousand people around the world die everyday because of hunger. And then look at our unfinished dinner plates. Look at the wasted bulk of rice at NFA's bunker.

Sabi nga ni Ricky Lee, ang Pilipinas ay isang napakalaking bunganga ng pagkagutom. Nakakita ka na ba ng taong kumukuha ng maiinom sa kanal para mapatid ang kanyang pagka-uhaw? Alam mo bang nung isang araw sa Bagong Silang Caloocan, may isang tatay ang inaresto dahil sa panggagahasa nito sa kaisa-isang anak na trese anyos na dalagita? 

Nababalitaan mo ba na kahit nagtapos na ang administrasyon ni Gloria Arroyo, mahigit dalawang dekada matapos ang Edsa revolution, marami pa ring mga aktibista ang bigla na lang nawawala at dinudukot sa mga iba't-ibang mga probinsiya at nayon? Alam mo ba na ang tagapagsalita ng Pangulo, si Abigail Valte, mali-mali at parang hindi alam ang mga sinasabi at ang media pa ang nagtatama sa mga pahayag niya? Alam mo ba na sa kulang dalawang-daan na suspek sa Maguindanao massacre, isa pa lang ang nababasahan ng sakdal?

Kapag ba tinanong kita kung ilan lahat ng brutal na pinaslang sa Maguindanao massacre, makakasagot ka ba ng hindi tumitingin sa Google o sa dyaryo? Kilala mo ba sina Sally Ordinario, Ramon Credo at Elizabeth Batain?

Behold! These, I think, are also tragedies! We are in the middle of a violent cataclysm, killing us all one by one, and the worst of it? We are deeply unaware or unfazed by all of it.

I'm not saying that all the problems of the world could be solved or should be solved. But maybe, or at least, we should try. We should at least try and start caring.

Eh nakakabili ka nga ng iPhone at Blackberry eh. Kabisado mo nga lahat ng applications at mga blog ng ini-stalk mong bloggers. Why don't we become an active member of this world, worthy of every grace it's giving to us?

You may probably say that I'm a dreamer. And it's alright. At least I'm not the only one. Right John Lennon?

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Marapat nating iwaksi mula sa ating
Kaluluwa ang lahat ng takot at silakbot
Na dulot ng nagbabadyang panahon.
Angkinin natin ang katiwasayan
Sa kahigitan ng ating damdamin. 
At marapat nating pakaisipin na
Anumang darating ay tanging-laan
Sa atin bilang atas ng daigdig
na puno ng karunungan. 
Ang sumulong ng may wagas na pananalig
Na hindi nakasandig sa layaw ng buhay. 
Pukawin natin ang sariling kamalayan
Sa tuwing sisilay ang umaga
At sa bawat pagdatal ng dilim. 


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