catalytic converters

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Noon… Ngayon

NOON,
nang malinaw pa ang tubig sa batisan,
tayo’y magkapiling, araw man o gabi.
Sabay tayong nananalamin sa tubig na tahimik,
habang pinagmamasdan ang tambok ng ating mga pisngi.
Biglang magsasabuyan tayong dal’wang magkatalik.
(Lagi ka ngang nakikiliti sa lamig ng mga tilamsik!)
Tayo’y nag-uunahan sa pagtakbo paikot ng kagubatan
kahit na makasagupa natin ang mga usa sa daan.
Ninanamnam natin ang mga prutas
na sumibol mula sa mga punong
ating itinanim at inilagaan.
Sa ating paglalakad sa hardin,
ika’y pumipitas ng mga santang
ginagawa mong kuwintas para sa ‘kin.
Hindi mo ako nilalayuan, at hindi kita iniiwan.
Tayo’y ubod ng ligaya basta’t kapiling ang bawat isa
sa tuwina.

Sa paglipas ng panahon,
marami ang nagbago.
Nang ako’y buong tapang na nagtapat sa ‘yo
ng aking tunay na pag-ibig nasa puso ko,
bigla kang lumayo, hindi nagpakita.
Akala ko pa naman na ang ating mga pagtakbo,
pagsasabuyan, pagbibigayan,
ay mga pangitain ng ating hinahanap na kinabukasan.
Ngunit ang ligayang sana’y tayo’y magkapiling
ay ‘di na natin malalasap kailan pa man.
Ang aking mga pangarap
na singtaas ng mga ulap sa alapaap
at ng mga bituing maningning na lumalangoy sa kalawakan,
ay tuluyan nang naglaho, naparam.
Tila sumabog ang mga bulkan sa mga tala!
Hindi na tayo nakabibisita sa batis
upang ngumiti kaharap ang mga isdang nagsisilanguyan.
Wala na ang mga hunyangong ating pinagmamasdan.
Ang kanilang kulay na pinaghalu-halo ng Dakilang pintor
na nakapalamuti sa mga harding ating dinaraanan
ay nagmistulang anino ng marikit na kahapon.
Naglaho na ang tamis ng mga manggang ating pinagsasaluhan.
Lanta na ang mga bulaklak na pinipitas natin sa halamanan.
Hindi ka na nakikiliti, wala na akong sinasabuyan.
Lumabo na ang batis na dati’y salamin ng kadalisayan.
Wala na ang tayo, wala na ang ikaw.
Wala na ang pag-ibig
NGAYON.

“I Am the Tree of Life”

I am the tree of life, petrified in a soil of tranquility and fertility, spreading my arms with leaves so green, ready to embrace the future’s breeze.

I have encountered lots of typhoons in my vicissitudes of life, but still I am cemented on this holy ground. My roots do not tire from anchorage, and my trunk is as strong as steel.

I am a refuge to those who love me, and a cave of darkness to those who fear me. I give joy to the geckos and gazelles and giraffes that appreciate my idiosyncrasy, but cause terror to the woodpeckers that hammer my body to destruction, and to the unworthy creatures that pollute the nature which I have cleansed and caressed, and where I exist.

I thank the ethereal heaven who send tears of ebullience that plummet to this good earth and nourish me to become enormous, magnificent tree. Thnak you, too, dear blessed earth, who made me sturdy and showed me the two faces of this Delphic, unpredictable home.

I will remain standing, facing the steadfast sun, observing the vapors condensing in the air, feeling the tropical ambience, singing of the heaven’s glory, and trying to make the best out of my life. I am the tree of life.

GINTO

Pagpasok sa bahay, aking natagpuan
Isang pares ng batong nagkikislapan.
Sa ‘king paningi’y tunay na hahangaan.
Ng brilyante’t perlas, ‘di mapapantayan.

Mga batong ito ang aking sandalan
At pinakaiingatang kayamanan.
Aninag sa kanila ang kagandahan
Ng isip, kaluluwa, at kalooban.

Sa kanilang kaanyua’y bumubukal
Matuwid na isip at magandang asal –
Aking mga sandigan sa paglalakbay
Tungo sa dulo ng walang-hanggang buhay.

Ang katatagan au likas sa kanila
Anumang apoy ang biglaang magbaga.
Matapos subukin ng mga problema,
A’ngat muli mula sa pagkakadapa.

Kapag ako ay lubos na nalulungkot
At binabalutan ng matinding takot,
Ang kanilang kinang ay mabisang gamut.
Tinik sa puso ko’y tiyak mabubunot.

‘Di lamang kutitap sa ‘king mga mata
Ang dulot na bigay nilang mag-asawa.
Pag-ibig – ‘yan ang pinakamahalaga!
Sa aking buhay, ‘to’y ganap na ligaya.

Maging tulad nila’y ang aking pangarap
Hanggang ako’y dalhin sa tuktok ng ulap.
Bigyan man ako ng milyong tanso’t pilak,
Sila’y ginto pa rin, aking tinitiyak!

Bituin

Humiga na ako.
Nadama ko ang lambot ng kama
at ang tambok ng mga unan.
Pinisil-pisil ko ang isa
habang ako’y niyayakap ng kumot kong mahaba.
Damang-dama ko ang kaginhawaan,
kahit na alam kong kinabukasan,
bagong umagang may halong lungkot at saya
ang aking makakaharap.

Pumikit na ako.
Unti-unting nawala ang aking naririnig na himig
mula sa silid ng aking nanay.
Naglaho ang halimuyak ng kobrekama.
Habang papalayo ako sa mundo ng aking mga hangarin,
namataan ko,
bilyong mga bituing bumubusilak sa ganda!
Binuksan ko ang palad
at pilit na inabot ang mga brilyanteng nakalutang.
“Sige, lakad pa, takbo!” Sabi ko sa sarili ko
at sa pagtingin ko sa aking paanan
ay madilim na hangin ang sa aki’y umaalalay.
Ibinalik ko ang tanawin sa mga talang
nagpapaliwanag sa malawak na kadiliman.
At matapos ang tila walang-katapusang paghahangad,
nahablot ko ang isa.
Napangiti ang aking mga mata!

Kay lamig sa mga daliri
ang talang aking hawak-hawak.
Pinagmagsdan ko ang kariktang aking dala-dala.
Ang liwanag na bumubukal sa bituing aking yakap-yakap
ay dumampi sa aba kong mukha.
Sa isang iglap, tila lahat ng aking inaasam-asam
ay naisakatuparan.

Matapos ang aking pakikipagtagpo sa mga bituin,
ang aking paningi’y unti-unting nagdilim.
Isa-isang nawala ang mga kislap,
hanggang tatlo, dalawa, isa, wala na.
Bumalik ako sa aking daigdig na pinagmulan
kahit na nais kong huwag nang lumisan.
Naglaho ang dilim na bumabalot sa aking katauhan,
at dahan-dahang nanumbalik ang dakilang liwanag.
Sabi ko sa sarili ko, “Mas mahusay pa ako
sa daan-daang astronomo.”
Ang kailangan mo lang pala’y matulog ng mahimbing,
at sa pagpikit ay isipin ang mga hangarin.
Tunay na mapapasa-iyo ang mga bituin!
Ang mga talukap na puminid sa aking mga mata
ay biglang nabuksan,
at ang handog sa aki’y isang masayang umaga.

Sa Aking Paglalakad sa Hardin

Sa aking paglalakad sa hardin
Noong ako’y nagtungo sa balong malalim,
Mga mata ko’y nakapansin,
Malapit sa aking paanan,
May isang bulaklak na tinapakan.

Nilapitan ko ang kaawa-awang nilalang.
Ang kanyang anyo ay aking pinagmasdan,
Tiningnan, pinag-aralan.
Kahit na ang aking katauha’y nananaghoy
Sa pag-ibig na tila hindi na magpapatuloy.

Nang matapos ang aking pag-usisa
May kakaibang ihip akong nadama.
Hindi ko na talaga siya makikita pa!
Mga daho’y tuyo sa pagkadilaw
Habang nasisinagan ng haring araw.

Mga petalya niya’y aking hinaplos
At sa aking pagdama, luha ay umagos,
Mula sa ‘king mga mata, tila ligaya ay natapos.
Ang kanyang pulang kagandahan
Ngayo’y nagmistulang kutis ng karimlan.

O, kay bango sana ng iyong halimuyak!
Ngunit ito’y naglaho, kasabay ng pagkawala ng mga patak
Ng ulan na nagpapayabong sa buhay ng lahat.
Kaya ngayon, ang aking abang kaluluwa’y
Wala nang ngiti, wala nang saysay.

Kinuha ko ang bulaklak at ito’y niyakap
Kahit matusok ng kanyang mga tinik ang aking balat.
Ako’y tumakbo sa balon sa halamanan
At ang kanyang mga ugat, aking winisikan
Ng tubig na nakapagbibigay kalakasan.

Binungkal ko ang lupa, dahan-dahang inalis
ang mga batong sanhi ng aking paghihinagpis.
Pilit kong itinayo ang bulaklak, ngunit ito’y lumihis.
‘Di na makatatayo, ‘di na makahahalik.
Wala nang pag-asang buhay ay manumbalik.

Tumayo akong mabigat ang kalooban.
Nawalan na ako ng pag-asang ibalik ang lahat.
Ang hukay ay aking nilawakan
At dahan-dahang ibinaon ang kanyang katawan
Kung saan siya mahihimlay ng walang katapusan.

Nagpatuloy ako sa aking pagtahak sa daan
At pilit na kinalimutan ang mapait na kaganapan.
Inisip ko, may iba pa namang bulaklak dito sa halamanan,
Ngunit alam kong sa kanya’y wala nang makatutumbas!
Tunay na maglalakad na lang ako sa hardin nang mag-isa.

HEARTSONG

I plummet down the trenches and trek through misty woods
Fly in the ethereal skies and seep through trees’ roots
Carrying in me morsels of love and emotions
As precious as the pearl, as effective as potions.

I creep through the soil of toil and linger in the hill
Hear the thumping of the heart of creatures, what they feel
Sing the songs of gladness, bring the peace of heart and mind
To build a fortress of marvels so humans will bind.

I hum exuberant hymns of happiness and mirth
To spread the word of goodness all around the big earth;
Children and adults, alike, dance with all grace and might
As the voice of my being bring endless glorious light.

I bring my listeners to a faraway new world-
A realm that makes them laugh, smile, or cry as I am told
No matter where or when or how or why I’ve been known
The only thing is I’m a heartsong, I am a poem.

Renzo R. Guinto
August 25, 2002

“No man understands his own side until he understands the other side.”

DEBATE is like a battle between kingdoms. Its competitors should be well armed; each should possess a strong grasp of fighting skills and ample knowledge about the nature of the dispute and the strategies of the adversary. In debate, it is essential that you are steadfast with your stand and omniscient with information required to defend your creeds. But there is more than familiarizing your side; you should first master the side of the opponent.

The statement above is indeed a reality not only in debate but also in life’s daily bustles. First, understanding others’ side is a natural tendency and an essential attribute of a reasoning human being. Life is really a peaceful realm, and we humans do not have to react to events and oppose views. What fuels humans to reason and debate is when something becomes unacceptable to the man himself. These things do not belong to his side – beliefs, thinking, and passions. These external things may have deviated his norms, been impractical for his condition, or been illogical for his cognition. When these things spark from nowhere, the reasoning man starts to discuss his observations, defend his views based on his norms and reasoning, and attack the opposition who caused or favored the unwanted stimulus. Why did he perform such acts? Because he understood the things undesirable for him, which came from the other side of his being. After the analysis of other views, he is now prepared to create his own thoughts that will support his view.

Another approach in explaining this attribute is to look at the logic of the dispute. In arguing with your mother on why she decreased your daily allowance, you need to learn why your mother did so. Maybe the family business is facing financial crisis, or you need to be disciplined because of your misdemeanors. In discussing issues in literature with your teacher, you need to analyze first why is this teacher reiterating this and that which are contrary to your ideas. In dealing with two-sided problems, you need to understand what are the points of the opponent. This means that before engaging in a parley, you should know first if it is reasonable to confront the opposing force. Why am I going to oppose him if there is no problem, no point of discussion, if his arguments are logical, practical, and truthful? Maybe I can accept his viewpoints. How can you come up with this conclusion? This is by understanding others’ sides first.

This third reason is more applicable to debate. Understanding others’ ideas is a state of readiness. How am I going to attack him with a line or two if I do not anticipate his probable reasons and examples? Good debaters are usually those with a wide gamut of knowledge on things, with a mind that is omniscient and open not only to his views but also to the views of others. In this way, a debater cannot only assault the opponent strategically but he can also take the place of the opponent in case his side in the debate is an assigned one.

Lastly, to summarize the whole thought, learning other people’s view, or even unacceptable views, helps you search your place in the issue. In this manner, you become aware of your beliefs, reasoning, and actions. You discover what kind of person you are – affirmative or negative, practical or unrealistic – in seeing the positions of other people in the realm.

In wars, debate, or daily life, understanding oneself is the key to personal excellence, but understanding others first is the passport to competitive success.

CABUGAW

SOUND

“Fatherland, hear my song. I extol the wondrous music echoing from your heart. The gushing of the monsoon wind on my face, the gigantic azure currents of the nearby South China sea, and the tremors of the great Cordillera rock- all of them grumble harmoniously for my love and appreciation. Now I hum exuberantly that I love and appreciate the marvels of nature.“

God is a lover of music – He blessed my beloved land with heartsongs of mirth and tranquility. He created the verdant, towering bamboo grasses who play their slender instruments as the weeds and flowers dance in all grace and might. Others are the masterpieces of His fingers. Leaves contribute their share, too, with their sweet-sounding rhythms of rustling and swaying. Bees, with their buzzing sounds, embroider the finishing touches of the musical piece in morning, while the fireflies end the composition at night. Grasshoppers and locusts are violinists – with the rubbing of their legs that produce passionate music of the strings. The docile carabaos groan with their basso profundo voice, while the loving hens cackle their arias in search for their chicks. Away from the common field, snakes, the villains, known for their slyness, hiss and waylay for the lost chicks. The chicks weep ear-piercingly when the voice of death is near.

In my town’s poblacion, you can find the busiest and most raucous of all streets. The pattering of horses along with their carriages produce a monotonous rhythm, while in the marketplace, vendors persuade their customers in their cacophonous chants. At the town stage, rondallas performing Spanish pieces provide background for flamenco dancers. Everyday, the clamorous clanging of church bells alarm churchgoers. People inside the church kneel to mutter words of praise to God, while on Sundays the stentorian voice of the Castilian priests breeze through the church and around the plaza. Sometimes the choir – mixture of soprano mestizas, alto natives, tenor peninsulares and bass indios – resonate the whole pueblo. After the mass, gaggles of gossipers rush the streets and chuckle in the heights of their tones. Inside homes, the sizzling resonance of the ambrosia cooked in pots participate in the children’s mimicking and humming of animal moans and opera songs.

The world is an orchestra – where the gifts of nature are the players and God is the composer and conductor. As long as I am living in this beautiful paradise, Cabugaw, I will sing of His love and hum a thanksgiving prayer for all these magnificent sounds that complete my life. – Istak

TOUCH

I love riding on an Abra horse. With its fuzzy hair, I reminisce my Cordillera moments with Padre Jose, wearing his satiny ebony cassock, as we preach God’s Word to the natives. The horse is my favorite transportation, especially when passing through rough roads, shallow rivers, terrifying woods and Cabugaw streets.

I love feeling and touching membranes that coat and the soft movements of Cabugaw. Cabugaw is surrounded with slender grasses and massive trees, and in the middle does a solid, bulky adobe wall shield the town proper. The atmosphere of the tropics is evident, with the lukewarm morning, scorching afternoon, and frozen night. The charring, grainy sands of the shores are contradictory to the sometimes mushy and sometimes cemented cool soil of the forest. The spirits of Cabugaw that drift down the soil of toil shroud the townsfolk with horror and fright. The silky petals of the flowers evince God’s glory, while their spiky, thorny stems elicit His wrath.

I love traveling around Cabugaw. Because of its caressing textures and provocative atmosphere, I usually close my eyes and slouch in the grass, waiting for great and small creatures touch not only my skin but my whole spirit as well. Truly, Cabugaw is a land of marvelous motions that comfort my skin, mystify my mind, and heal the wounds of my heart.

I love Cabugaw. –Istak

A Class to Remember

The cerulean, melancholic atmosphere is embroidered with fluffy, gray cottons, while the cafeteria in the third floor of the towering Vega center evinces an ebullient day. Indio’s Grill is dark and calm and relaxing, with its poor but romantic lighting, cerise walls, and jazzy soothing music. Yes, this is not the typical UPRHS classroom, but this will serve as the laboratory for Advanced English 2 students.

“I really enjoy the ambience of Indio’s,” I exclaim as I savor the sizzling aroma of the ambrosia in front of me. Platters of grilled goods, crystal glasses of lemonade and saucers of Oreo and blueberry cheesecakes are all scattered in the whole restaurant. The licking tongues, grinding teeth, and enormous mirths are all evident. Even Tj’s gastronomy is extremely noticeable; imagine two plates for one meal!

It is a day of vocabulary words, empty sentences, overloading, and wordiness, but that day is more than grammar and writing. There are more germane truths that transformed our class from a class of knowledge to a class of life. Our hearts are engraved with beautiful words of love, affirmation, and appreciation of life and nature, which become part of our vocabulary. We fill our empty lives with a pack of fresh experiences with our fellow creative writers. We are overloaded with persistent gladness and glee. We also learn that creative writing needs review and reconstruction, as well as life requires retrospect, learning, and control. Thanks to Ms. Samson, our English teacher, for widening this world of language and literature into a world of adventure, of discovery, of life.

Ms. Samson ends the session with words that touched my heart. “May the good Lord envelop you with His love as you live with Him, for others, and for yourself.”

When I arrive home, my spirit was leaping in overpouring laughter, for I realize that that English class of August 9, 2002 is indeed a class to remember.

August 9, 2002

TROY: IN A VORTEX OF VARIABILITY

The movie Troy, directed by Wolfgang Petersen and starred by Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom, brings to us the Trojan War into reality and us to the reality of the Trojan War. Although the depiction is very artistic and intense, the movie possesses enormous discrepancies and variability in relation to Edith Hamilton’s Mythology. It can be inferred that the movie Troy employed these variations in order to intensify the plot and add color to the characters, which will appeal especially to non-readers of Hamilton and those unknowledgeable of the war.

DIFFERENCES IN CHARACTERS

The two interpretations of the Trojan War depict some of the characters in different ways. These differences may either be attributed to their attitudes and internal personalities or their genealogies and detail. Agamemnon is portrayed in the movie as pugnacious, avaricious nobility who wanted to conquer Troy and other neighboring lands, Thessaly for example. He uses Menelaus’ predicament as an opportunity to achieve his personal goal. “I didn’t come here for your pretty wife. I came here for Troy,” Agamemnon tells Menelaus. This description adds a stunning effect to Agamemnon’s role in the Trojan War, unlike in his portrayal by Hamilton. In Mythology, Agamemnon is just “the brother of Menelaus.” But both interpretations show his naiveté when he and Achilles entered a dispute caused by a woman. Still, the natures of their dispute presented in these two depictions are entirely different from each other (See VARIATIONS IN PLOT).

Patroclus is, in Mythology, Achilles’ beloved friend. The movie Troy describes him as Achilles’ cousin. In both depictions, Patroclus fights eagerly in substitute for Achilles, and is killed by Hector. The movie also does not clearly illustrate Patroclus’ zeal to fight, which Hamilton exaggerated in Patroclus’ conversation with Achilles.

Briseis is just a maiden according to Hamilton, but the movie adds a twist in Briseis’ character by making her a Trojan princess, a cousin of Paris and Hector.

Odysseus is not given utmost importance in the movie, but his characters in both depictions are similar. Hamilton describes him as “the king of Ithaca, shrewdest and most sensible man.” In the movie, Odysseus pompously tells Achilles: “You have your sword, I have my tricks!”

Thetis, a sea nymph and Achilles’ mother, is also portrayed differently in both the movie and the classic. Hamilton presents Thetis as a caring mother who made Achilles wear women’s clothes and hide among the maidens. Thetis already knows that Achilles will not be able to return to Greece if he will join the Trojan War. Contradictory to the classic, the movie Troy narrates Thetis’ urging her son to join the war in the following line: “If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories. The world will remember you.” Still, Thetis portended, similar to Hamilton’s tale: “But you’ll never come home.”

In the case of the main characters, Achilles’ role is intensified by visually portraying his nature. We see his different facets in Hamilton, but we discover more vividly the character of Achilles in the movie. Brad Pitt’s physique added taste to Achilles’ role. Still, not only we see a hero of dexterity and fortitude but also a man hated and loved by many. “Of all the warlords loved by the gods, I hate him the most!” is the curse of Agamemnon. Agamemnon also ridicules him, “Mighty Achilles, silenced by a slave girl,” after being appeased in furor by the princess Briseis. Achilles is also shown to have fallen in love with Briseis and have been merciful to Priam, Trojan king and Hector’s father.

In the movie, the Trojan characters are as commendable as mighty Achilles. Hector is the brave and patriotric Trojan hero of Hamilton. Hector is a man of principle; he does not acquiesce with the idea that the war should be strategized based on “bird signs.” Paris is not shown as the husband of Oenone and Priam’s son who was made into a shepherd for the fear that he might bring destruction to Troy. Instead, he is portrayed as a man with true and passionate love for a woman, ready to confront the real enemy, in this case Menelaus. “This is not a conflict of nations; this is a dispute between two men, and I don’t want to see another Trojan die because of me,” stated Paris with fortitude. He challenges the Spartan king to have a one-on-one combat. He is also shown in the movie as the last Trojan hero to survive, killing mighty Achilles and ending the story.

VARIATIONS IN PLOT

One lucid observation about the movie is that there is no depiction of the intervention, or meddling, of the gods. It seems that the Trojan war is a war among mortals only, not including the deities. Another observation is that the roots and even the motives of the war are slightly different in the two interpretations; Hamilton narrates the history from the indifference of the Olympians towards Eris, the goddess of discord, to the argument among Hera, Aphrodite, and Athena, to the judgment of Paris, to Paris’ seizing of Helen, and to the launching of the thousand ships for romantic love. In contrast, Troy commences with a nationalistic battle between Thessaly and Sparta, followed by the revelry of the Greeks and the Trojans, Paris being Helen’s paramour (not as a prize from Aphrodite), Helen’s elopement to Troy with Paris, and Agamemnon’s joining Menelaus’ fleet after realizing of his personal plans. Lastly, Troy shows the arrival of the Greeks in Troy in a different manner. There is no mention of the sacrifice of Iphigenia to Artemis, and Achilles is the first one to land on the shores of Troy, instead of Protesilaus reaching the river of Simois first, which is based on Hamilton’s work. There is also the desecration of the temple of Apollo that Hamilton does not mention while Troy is able to fictionalize to add a realistic effect.

Odysseus discovers Achilles in different situations. In Troy, Achilles is having a mock fight with his cousin Patroclus and Odysseus persuades him to join the force. In Mythology, Odysseus recognizes Achilles in his costume, which his mother Thetis made him wear.

Hamilton narrates the story of Briseis in the following manner: Briseis is the slave maiden of Achilles while another maiden, Chryseis, is under Agamemnon’s possession. Apollo’s oracle, Calchas, orders the release of Chryseis, making Agamemnon ask for a replacement and try to seize Briseis. He succeeds in his plan, bringing dispute between he and Achilles. In Troy, there is no Chryseis, while envy is the force that pushed Agamemnon to seize Briseis from Achilles’ hands.

Another big difference can be attributed to the duel between Menelaus and Paris. Hamilton describes their battle as just a part of a big aggregate war, and then ended with the fight between the two lovers after the Greek and Trojan troops had drawn back on either side. In Troy, the one-on-one combat is held as if it was planned. In Mythology, Aphrodite intervenes by rescuing her hero Paris; while in the other Hector kills Menelaus to save his brother. In Troy, there is a pact: the winner will take home Helen, the loser will burn before night. Paris and Hector destroys the pact, which enrages Menelaus and the Greek army, leading to a more vicious battle. The war ends after the Greeks had retreated. Hamilton narrates it the other way around: from a mass battle it transformed into a duel, then Aphrodite saves Paris, and the Greeks declare victory, followed by Athena’s deed, and ended with the resumption of war.

In the end, certain details are observed in the movie and questions arise. Was the horse to be offered to Athena (Hamilton) or to Poseidon (Troy)? Is Paris still alive during the fall of Troy? Is Agamemnon really killed by Briseis (Troy)? Did Paris shoot Achilles with his arrows inside the palace (Troy) or at the Scaean gate (Hamilton)? Such differences may confuse a man who is a good reader and a critical film viewer at the same time.

Lastly, what is ironic about the film is the connection between the title and the protagonist. Troy is the title, and we expect a protagonist from the Trojans or a more focus on the Trojan kingdom, but then Achilles, a Greek, is given utmost attention than any other character in the movie.

THE MOMENTUM IN THE EPIC MOMENT

The epic moment in the film is the combat between Hector and Achilles. It is a gory and painful duel, even more aggravated by their removal of helmets. The intense mood is heightened by the landscape – arid desert, city walls, observing Trojan royalty. It is a long fight, with special focus on the swaying of the swords and motion of the shield. In the characters’ faces are the pains, sorrows, and conviction to fight. Of course, their courage to accept death is also depicted in the scene.

FALL OF TROY?

Although the movie Troy is in a vortex of variability, some will say inconsistency, others will order infidelity, but for me this variability results to a sense of creativity and originality due to innovation, and the “revised” aspects of the movie are employed for its applicability in modern days. The movie exhibits the realistic emotions and actions of man, without the supernatural interferences brought about by the immortals, making the tale more applicable to society in these modern times.

To conclude this critical essay of the movie Troy, let me impart some of the lines that affected me most, bringing in me life-changing lessons that we need in our walk in life.

I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of tomorrow. –Helen. This line reminds us that all our actions, even though they result to death, will indeed bring results not only to our lives but to the lives of the people around us as well. What will happen tomorrow? Will there be chaos, dissension, war, or peace? These are the questions that we need to ask every time we plan to perform such deeds, or else our action might result to a battle between nations, between Greece and Troy.

You left your home for me. – Paris to Helen. In this line, Paris decides to take actions in return to Helen’s sacrifice. We should be grateful in all the things done for us. They might have sacrificed their money, their homes, their families, so we should be ready to offer ourselves for them too.

Honor the gods, love your woman, and defend your country! – Hector. This line is the code that the Trojans believed in when at war, the true epitome of patriotism. We live in a war-filled world, full of combats, tribulations, dissensions, but still we should always remember in our deeds our God, family, and people. To them we offer the fruits of our hardwork. If this had been the principle of the Trojans thousands of years ago, today this could be ours too.

This movie and the tale itself, even though in a whirlpool of differences, should be required viewing and reading to all mankind, not because they are parts of history and mythology, but because they contain morsels of morals that edify us as people of strength, courage, wisdom, and virtue.

The Face in the Glass
Dale Wimbrow


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what THAT face has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or spouse

Whose judgment upon you must pass;
The person whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people might think you’re a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a great gal or guy,
But the face in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look it straight in the eye.
That's the one you must please, never mind all the rest,
That's the one with you clear to the end.
And you know you have passed your most dangerous test
If the face in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on your back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the face in the glass.

This poem exquisitely communicates the value of being true to oneself, to “the face in the glass.” Marked by simplicity but embedded with a life-changing quality, “The Face in the Glass” is indeed one of my favorite poems. Even the great Og Mandino has been lured by this magical poem (He included this in his novel, “The Spellbinder’s Gift.”)

We all have wishes, dreams, and hopes. We want to succeed in facing life’s vicissitudes. We strive to surpass all the tribulations and to accomplish our goals. We are struck by the shining radiance of victory, success, and achievement, and we want to attain them.

In our desire to reach our aspirations, we tend to perform things that are not really ours, not inherent to our personality, not our usual words and actions, borrowed from the stereotypes which the society believes in. There are times when we choose to fool other people. We deceive them by showing who we are not and concealing who we really are. Sometimes we wear masks that do not fit our faces; we don ourselves with clothes to attract others, even though they contradict our own beliefs. We speak out words that do not really come from our minds and hearts but are products of our ambitions, our desires, and sometimes, our enormous greed. We also disguise ourselves as protection against those who accuse and reprimand us, just to keep our names unsoiled. We love to please the people in our environment – our family, friends, coworkers, the whole society – even if the ways to please them are against our own will.

The poem reminds us that there is only one person who we cannot fool – our own self. Our individual souls know the whole persons in ourselves, and they cannot be deceived by our words and deeds. They hold the truth which will set our lives free. We should change the notion that we should be pleasing to the people around us to be successful, great, and beautiful; it is our own self which should be pleased first. The way on how to satisfy the “face in the glass” is by being true to oneself – and to others. To achieve this, we should put a halt in all our foolish actions. Indeed it is a “dangerous test,” but a challenge so perilous can be triumphed if one presents his total self with all honesty, humility, and clarity. In doing so, we will attain success, victory, and fulfillment of oneself. We can be great friends with our own self – the poem illustrates this as the real personal success.

Once again, I fell in love with this poem because it acts as my constant reminder to be true, transparent, and honest not only to others but most especially to myself in my days. This poem will always be embedded in my heart whenever I meet new endeavors in life. For me, being true to oneself is the paramount virtue that one should possess in order to reach greater heights, discover wider frontiers, and achieve the highest joys that no humans can ever imagine. To you reader, follow the words of the poem, or else suffer the consequences and receive your final reward – a life of “heartache and tears.”

“He had discontinued his work, and nothing is more dangerous than discontinued labor; it is a habit lost. A habit easy to abandon, difficult to resume.”
Saint Denis, Book Two: Eponine – Chapter One

Victor Hugo’s novel Les Miserables does not only relate to us the street tales of France that we, readers, may vicariously experience in this magical journey. It does not only reveal the brutality of poverty to human and societal life. It does not only herald the revolution that pervaded the literary scene during Hugo’s era. It does not only attack the errs of mankind and laud the splendor of the divine. It does not only depict how both blessings and tribulations are transmitted in endless cycles, from one creature to another. It does not only talk about the “degradation of man by poverty, the ruin of woman by starvation, and the dwarfing of childhood by physical and spiritual night,” however, it also advocates the transfiguration of the human soul, from an uncivilized monster to an upright man. Hugo intimates this crusade by embedding his novel with vestiges of values, an example of which is inscribed above. We, people of the modern civilization, should demonstrate the value of hardwork and perseverance, so that others can emulate and the whole society may progress as well.

Marius discontinues his labor. If we look at the background, we see that the main reason of Marius’ lack of interest in work is his obsession to Cosette. All had vanished, except love, the novel dictates. His ideals of progress seem to have dissipated in the air – these include his enthusiasm for work.

Marius’ neglect for work has assured him of grave consequences. Of course, because of his action, or I mean lack of action, he experiences an even slower growth of character in this part of the novel, which intensifies both his ignorance and innocence, making him blind of others – blind to Eponine’s love, blind to Father Gillenormand’s longing of him, blind to Jean Valjean’s interests. We see that Marius continued to search for Cosette instead of pursuing his clerical works or law practice, hindering his performance in profession. All his helpful habits have vanished during these times. We observe that his dislike for work delayed the total development of his liberal mind, contrary to what we have witnessed in Enjolras and the other members of the Friends of the ABC in this period. There are also indirect “punishments” for his indolence and obsession. At first, F. Gillenormand contradicts his marriage plans, and then Valjean plans to flee to England to free Cosette from him. These two consequences, along with many others, act as constant reminders for Marius regarding his behavior. Discontinued labor is indeed dangerous – it impedes his moral and spiritual maturity, affecting not only his personal undertakings but also the aims of and the events during the insurrection as shown in his absence at the barricades.

Literally, Marius has left his vocations. Figuratively, he has abandoned his passions, his sentiments, his ideals, the “works” of his heart and mind. He has easily ignored them because of obsession, infatuation. His nonappearance in the societal arena made him dull, uninteresting. His desertion of labor has given him the difficulty to return to the normalcy of his acts. This gave him epochal moments of indecision. This made complicated his return to his original character and inherent actions – loving, accepting, and appreciating - as shown in his rejection of Valjean upon hearing the dark truth in the later part.

The line is portentous of the realities that occur not only to the French society but also to the global civilization as a whole. Every citizen who discontinues labor is an obstacle to progress. His ideals for change are lost; his character is difficult to wear again. The habits of hard work, nationalism, and responsibility are forsaken, impeding the hope of achieving “social prosperity – man happy, the citizen free, and the nation great (Book One – A Few Pages in History).” The lethargy of the people surely will have its prizes – crisis, corruption, calamity. After suffering the consequences, it will be hard not only for the individual but for the entire civilization to rise again and return to the forward-thinking nation it used to be.

Again, Victor Hugo promotes the motion to transformation. Through Marius, he reminds us to pursue our goals, continue our actions, and incessantly hope for us to achieve progress. Labor is a gift which promises us with more countless blessings to be showered from heaven. Discontinued labor is a disease. If it can be healed, it may take time, maybe years. Maybe centuries. Maybe eons. Or maybe, it is incurable. To prevent it, we should avoid the impediments to work, and tread on the right path where progress awaits our grand arrival.

The Liberal Filipino
Through the Eyes of Youth

Liberal. This word pervade volumes of history books and attract millions of television screens. It may refer to a political movement that treasures the power of the common people, an economic policy that encourages free markets and reacts to government intervention, or a person who values individual freedom and social equality and aims progress of every man. We may associate “liberal” with Napoleon Bonaparte, the one who united the peoples of Europe under a “liberal” government. Perhaps we may imagine of the towering Statue of Liberty, with her hands holding a torch that illuminates an ethereal radiance. But the word “liberal” has its very pivotal role in the creation of Philippine society, in the shaping of the so-called Liberal Filipino.

In my study of our past, I observe that we Filipinos have been bombarded with norms and paradigms that shaped our society in an unhealthy way. During colonial times, Filipinos are forced to “wear” various cultural and religious beliefs. The conquerors instill in us that we are indios – the weaker, inferior class of mankind. Since then, the indios begin to live in lethargy and complacency. In the religious side, the natives are required by friars to pay bandalas and indulgences. Even their rituals – going to the church, baptism, and funeral for example – are under control. Although there are numerous liberal Filipinos trying to defend the freedom of our nation, they remain slaves to the Spaniards and fanatics of the Church. Because of their insignificant number, little power, and insufficient support from other fellowmen, they are not able to escape the chains of these harmful norms and paradigms. The abuse of individual liberty persists until the birth of the liberal in the minds and hearts of the GOMBURZA, Rizal, Bonifacio, and other heroes of the Revolution.

Still, there is a slow evolution of a liberal Filipino society during the American and Japanese regimes. We continue to obey their rules and ignore our passions. We depend on their promises and left our intentions. We allow them to penetrate not only our territories but also our beings. Our liberty is snatched away, bringing even darker nights and days to every citizen.

The Third Republic elapses, and the liberal sentiment springs from the mouths and hands of concerned citizens as response to increasing political exploitations. Past administrations repeat the errors of governance, pushing the Filipinos to march along the streets, armed with megaphones and effigies. The citizens begin to learn about the ideals of a liberal society and their applications to economy, politics, and culture. Free trades and market competition are encouraged. Democracy starts to kindle in our country’s administration. Individual cultures are valued and revered.

The liberal Filipino now discovers the importance of being broadminded to different principles and opinions and the essence of his choices and decisions. The voice of the liberal Filipino starts to be heard after so long a time of oppression, slumber and quietude. The cultural and social chains that tightly held us are now slowly severed by the strength that comes from the growing liberals – both of the statesmen and the budding generation. Chains such as draconian policies, impractical solutions, and negative mindsets have now been eliminated. Novel ideas in governance, economic structure, religion, and lifestyle emanate from the gifted minds of these liberals. These innovations promote individuality of the Filipino soul, and at the same time, unity of the diverse rings of our social system, as shown in the acceptance of oneself and understanding of other fellowmen.

In our daily walk through life, we may meet a liberal standing by the street, observing the bustles in the pavement, watching the commotions in nearby establishments, sketching his views about the happenings, and coming up with bright solutions. Many of them have constructed intelligent thoughts about various events in the surroundings. Many of them have concocted effective answers to the numerous questions of our society. In our recapitulation of history, we see that there is a sleeping liberal in every Filipino’s soul, a liberal that has the ability to react but without the capacity, lots of solutions but without the opportunity, passion to act with love and transform false creeds but without the support of fellow countrymen. Only a few of them have been given the chance to speak, share, and serve the people. This is because there are still chains that keep them, keep us immobile, cultural norms and cognitive paradigms that serve as roadblocks in our route to progress. This is the challenge: to destroy the links one by one, and be free as an individual and as a society from these menaces. That will be the commencement of a new day – when every citizen maximizes his potential for self-development, and every Filipino enjoys life embodied with freedom in the economy, politics, culture, and life as a whole.

Even though I am young, now I can clearly see the liberal spirit evolving in the hearts and minds of the Filipino people. Through this revelation, I start to absorb the ideals that strengthen the cause, intensify the action, and illuminate the dream of liberalism. To my fellow countrymen, let us give our support to and appreciate the efforts of our own liberals who indeed show great promise for our nation’s future. As these things penetrate my youth, I begin to find a liberal Filipino in me.

Mass Media and Me
Yesterday, foreign rebels held hostage an overseas worker. Today, a new girl diva released her top-rating single. Tomorrow, our country may suffer the fate similar to Argentina’s.

These are events that had occurred, are occurring, and can recur in our endless cycle of history, episodes in the daily drama involving both the renowned and the unknown, events that may be remote from our lives as young individuals.

Yes, as youth busy with a lot of things, we are apt to become forgetful of the events taking place in our surroundings. Most of the time, we render ourselves oblivious to these issues as we focused only on our tasks as students the while we luxuriate in the pleasures youth legitimizes for us.

But we can never deny the import of being aware of our society? Of course not!

Thanks to the mass media that brings to our awareness the different forces interacting in the society. Thanks to the mass media that acts as a magnifying glass to show us pictures of life in its very dynamic forms – with its joys and sorrows, triumphs and defeats, abundance and famine. Thanks to the mass media that render us aware, giving us, the youth, images of the remonstrations by militant groups, the inefficiency and dishonesty of some public officials, the deprivations of the poor, the indulgences of the rich – all these as brought to us by televisions, by the commentaries brought to us by radios, and sometimes by the acidic words of columns of newspapers.

Without the mass media, our government could not have negotiated swiftly with the Iraqi rebels that held the life of Angelo dela Cruz in tethers a year ago. We would have lived melancholy lives amidst our sad predicaments if not for our friendly radio and its reverberating sweet music. We could not have started living austere lives if there are no newspapers revealing to us the real state of our nation, and elucidating for us the facts about the continuing deepening fiscal crisis. Mass media imparts to us vital facts that are requisite for our physical and social survival, through reliable and up-to-date news and reminders. Mass media, in ways, provides readers, viewers, and listeners resorts for relaxation, meditation, and learning, through lifestyle columns, educational shows, and even soap operas. Mass media relays to us sentiments and prognostications.

These things, in addition to an endless list of victories and defeats, of celebrations and tribulations, come to invade our consciousness, stirring us from our deep slumber, indifference and insensitivity as it calls us to action against the ills that plague humanity. Yes, thanks to the wide-seeing cameras, the sensitive recorders, the mighty pens!

However, amidst the benefits that the power of mass media effect on us youth, we, young people, must also be wary of the fact that it can harm us. It is disheartening to learn that based on recent statistics, an average child sees 12,000 violent acts on television annually, that 75% of the music videos played on TV contain sexually explicit materials, while commercials for healthy food make up only 4% of the food advertisements shown during children’s viewing time. The mass media that exposes us to pleasant realities also displays the atrocities and immoralities that a large portion of mankind upholds. How this monstrous giant can invade our consciousness and influence our behavior is beyond the ken of young persons like us.

This is not what mass media should be. Being the powerful ubiquitous instrument that shapes young people’s mind in particular, mass media should be a channel of truth, the voice of the people, a catalyst for change and progress. But with the sad truth that it is not always what we want it to be, young people like you and me must be able to tame this monstrosity. By being selective and prudent in the use of this tool, we will gather the benefits that we rightly deserve from so great an influence in our life.

Nonetheless, as a Filipino youth, I call our parents, teachers, and elders to expose us to mass media that promotes not a culture of death but a culture of life. I wish you would provide us your guidance, give us your attention, and protect us from the harm that violence and sex on television can do. If your positions warrant authority, allow not savagery and malice to pervade movies and television shows. Put your foot down on malevolence of public role models. Create the yardsticks that will limit us from being exposed to such wickedness. Teach us to search for abundant but noble sources of information and opinion. This is my plea, for I still believe in the powers, goodness, and life-changing effect of this gift of the modern times, the mass media.

Being a child of the twenty first century, I feel blessed because of mass media that exposes me to the realities that human life faces today. I have always been guided by the lessons imparted by the educational and informative TV shows that I used to watch nightly, freshened by the latest updates on our society’s daily bustles emanating from my radio, and edified by the sentiments espoused by the editorial pages of newspapers. I am grateful for the advanced technology that arms my growing up and intellectual formation. As I scan the horizons spread before me, I know I can push my frontiers in confidence because mass media will always be my reliable aid. As it is, so it will be – mass media and me.

My Final Catalytic Conversion

For two years, you may have wondered why I chose “Catalytic Converters” as my column title. To give you a brief background, the catalytic converter was my first idea for my research project during the second year. A catalytic converter is an equipment used in cars to transform harmful gases such as carbon monoxide into beneficial substances like carbon dioxide and water. Its mechanisms and benefits both to human life and the environment fascinated me most. Plus, a wide array of materials could be used as deCOrizer, making it a versatile project. Mine was kamantigi, a flowering plant that was believed to produce hydrogen peroxide and which was suggested to me by Prof. Quintana. I named my catalytic converter “LCAD” – Low Cost Automobile DeCOrizer (Decarbonmonoxerizer)!

But the bright promise that I saw in my project seemed to fade its radiance. During the course of planning, communicating with engineers, and reviewing related literature, I encountered a series of problems. The laboratory equipment required for chemical analysis (for the presence of H2O2) were not available here in UPLB. The procedure was very complicated, and a successful finding, whether the technology is feasible or not, was quite obscure, unpredictable. And so, to the last minute before presenting the final proposals to Ma’am Dimaandal, I chose to defend a different project. Thank God I prepared two project proposals.

When I entered third year and was promoted to associate editor, our editor Gillian Abello asked me to write a column and think of a column name. During that time I was in the middle of my research on Azospirilla, but the ghost of the catalytic converter and the lessons it imparted to me continued to haunt my spirit. So I chose “Catalytic Converters.”

So what’s the point of narrating my experience with these complex contraptions? From these times I realized the common mistakes of man, the virtues that a student usually lack, the lessons that a Ruralite must discover. I myself admit that I possess some of these negative external traits and insights about things and life as a whole, and in my four years in Rural I tried to improve myself, metamorphose from a young innocent boy in the first year to a man that is armed with the character that is needed to reach the highest in our hierarchy of needs – fulfillment, self-actualization. I realized that I need, that we need a total catalytic conversion – a process of transformation that does not need too much energy to accomplish, does not require pain and disappointments in order to learn and change.

I thought that writing would be my instrument to catalyze my dream conversion. Enzymes use catalysts to speed up the rate of reaction; I used my column to convey to you the vital messages that we need for change. You may have observed that all of my columns deal with morality, social issues, and attitudes. From my first ever column on remedying social diseases to my latest column on becoming an authentic sobresaliente person, my “catalytic converter” and I never failed to include morsels of lessons, advices, and attacks that Ruralites should take, receive, and apply to their lives. I chose to write about these things because I wanted to help in the transformation of our men, especially the youth, the Ruralites. Humans have a continuous need to change their lives for the better. A poster in a barbershop reminded me: People can alter their lives by altering their attitudes. This is the real solution. This thinking helped me improve myself even faster and in enormous amounts, and I want to share this change with others. My heart is filled with love and thankfulness for those who wholeheartedly read the column and received the values from my converter. I hope that you will continue to put in your minds and hearts the importance of synergy, the value of social awareness, the ideal of independence, the power of prayer, and many other lessons that I have written about for my three years in the Ruralite.

Now, I will share the penultimate idea in my mind. Let us try to eliminate mediocrity. This may sound painful to some and boastful to close-minded people, but mediocrity is monstrous evil, especially for us students blessed with gifts, students of UP Rural High. Never again should we be contented with a passing mark, or meet the deadline just to fulfill the requirements. A person should be aiming for much higher – an 80%, 90%, 100% or even a 105% if there is a bonus. We should not be complacent with mediocrity, rather get rid of it! This does not mean that a man should be so much ambitious, trying to reach goals that are unreachable. A man should open his eyes to his surroundings, and look for opportunities that are within his reach. If something is possible, make it possible, as long as you have the power. I believe that we are in Rural to work for the best; we were blessed with wide capacity to learn and amazing talents to share with others. We are given the best education and the widest exposure, so let us not waste these blessings from God and our Filipino taxpayers. Of course, He will guide and help us reach our aspirations. If all Ruralites and the entire humanity have this win-win attitude, we will definitely triumph not only as students, businessmen, and professionals, but also as fulfilled sons of God.

And my last words of wisdom: do not be afraid and sad whenever problems and failure come your way. According to my pastor friend, our disappointments are God’s appointments for us. I have met a number of disappointments and regrets this past week, but I know that God purposefully made all these things to happen for my good. That construct removed all my sorrows and transformed me to become a joyful person, amidst all the heart-breaking results and bittersweet moments. Now I proudly say to you that God appointed these things to happen, and God will appoint me in greater levels on my long adventurous journey called life.

I hope that there will be someone to continue my crusade for the catalytic conversion of our youth especially the Ruralites, but I assure you that as I enter a wider and more complex realm, this crusade will not vanish in my being as long as I live. Although this will be my final in Rural, this will never be my last catalytic conversion.

Mga Aral ng Noli: Gabay Tungo sa Strong Republic

Strong Republic. Iyan ang inuulit-ulit na agenda ng kasalukuyang pangulong Gloria Macapagal - Arroyo. Isang hangaring mahirap tuparin, ngunit makadudulot ng maganda sa atin. Sa kasamaang palad, hanggang ngayon ay wala pa tayong makitang gaanong pagpaparandam ng strong republic na iyan. Hindi man lang natin marinig ang himig ng pag-unlad o malasap ang tamis ng tagumpay. At ngayon, mag-eeleksyon na naman. Maaaring mapaltan na naman ang liderato ng isang mas malalang panggulo, este pangulo. Ano nga ba ang kulang at hindi masimu-simulan at matuluy-tuloy ang bisyong ito para sa kinabukasan ng ating bansa?

Sa aking nakikita ay nawawala sa mga lider ng ating lipunan ang isang matibay, matatag, at malinaw na paninindigan. Ang paninindigang ito, paniniwala o prinsipyo, ay makukuha natin sa mga modelo, kasabihan, o gabay. Marami sa mga politikong nangangako ng isang malinis at marangal na pamahalaan tuwing halalan ay nakakalimot. Ito ay dahil sa kakulangan nila ng paniniwala sa mga gabay. Maaari nating maging gabay ang isang bayani ng nakaraan, tulad nina Rizal at Bonifacio, o mga kasabihan tulad ng Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan. Ngunit sa aking paniniwala, ang isa sa mga pinakamatibay at pinakamagandang gabay para sa mga lider ng lipunan ay ang Noli Me Tangere.

Minsan nakatutuwang isipin na karamihan sa katiwaliang naghahari ngayon sa ating pulitika ay taliwas sa mga hangaring nais iparating ng Noli sa mga mambabasa. Siguro naman ay nabasa na ng mga pulitikong ito ang isa sa mga pinakamahahalagang aklat ng lahing Pilipino. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad ay tila mas may alam pa ang mga karaniwang tao sa mga prinsipyo at aral ng aklat na ito kaysa sa mga lider na mismong gumagawa ng mga kasalanang tinuligsa ng Noli. Anu-ano nga ba ang mga kasalanan ng mga makapangyarihang Kastila noon na nais baguhin ng Noli at ituro ang mga masamang dulot ng mga ito sa mga lider ng lipunan? Anu-ano naman ang mga magagandang aral panlipunan, pambansa, at pampulitika ang pilit na itinituro nito sa bayang pinag-alayan ng aklat na ito?

Una, itinuturo ng aklat nito na walang kinikilingan ang katarungan. Sa aspetong ito ay medyo naaamoy ko na ang awtoridad ng katarungan kahit na sa pangulo ng bansa. Ang Kapitan-Heneral na pinakamataas na pinuno noon ng ating bansa ay mismong tumupad sa kagustuhang ito ng Noli. Hindi niya pinaboran ang simbahan kahit na ito ang pinakamakapangyarihang sektor ng lipunan noon. Sumang-ayon pa rin siya kay Ibarra na nagpakita lamang ng paggalang sa kanyang yumaong ama. Naniniwala din siya na di-makatarungan ang panghahagupit ng mga gwardia sibil habang nagpuprusisyon. Ang isang pulitiko ay hindi dapat matukso ng ningning ng salapi o tamis ng kapangyarihan para lamang ibaon sa dusa ang isang taong walang kasalanan at nangangailangan ng tulong. Ang isang tunay na marangal na pulitiko ay may pagpapahalaga sa katarungan.

Dapat ay mayroong pagpapahalaga din ang isang lider ng bayan sa buhay ng tao. Ginamit ni Rizal si Elias na modelo ng isang nilalang na may pag-ibig sa kapwa at may pagturing sa mga tao bilang mga nilikha ng Diyos. Una ay iniligtas niya ang magkapatid na Tarsilo at Bruno. Ikalawa naman ay si Ibarra, na pinag-alayan niya kahit ng kanyang huling hininga. Hindi naman kailangan na ialay mo ang buhay mo hanggang maubos ang iyong dugo. Kailangan lamang ng malasakit sa taong-bayan, at pagkakaroon ng isang malawak na paningin sa kanilang mga pangangailangan. Kaya nga ipinakita ni Rizal ang sentimyento ng mga bandido at pangkarinawang tao sa bawat sitwasyon sa San Diego ay upang magkaroon ng pag-iisip ang mga mambabasa, Ganito pa rin kaya ngayon? Ang di-pagnakaw ng kaban ng bayan ay isang gawain ng pagliligtas sa buhay ng bawat Pilipino, dahil ang yamang ninanakaw ng isang alagad ng pamahalaan ay katumbas sa salaping gagamitin para sa pagpapaunlad ng kabuhayan ng mga mamamayan.

Nasabi ko na rin naman ang konsepto ng pag-unlad ay magbibigay na rin ako ng ilang patunay sa Noli ukol sa kahalagahan ng pag-unlad. Nakita ni Ibarra sa kwento na walang gaanong pagbabago sa kanyang bayang sinilangan maglipas ang pitong taon. Wala siyang nakitang pag-unlad sa mga mamamayan. Nandoon pa rin ang Intsik na nagtitinda sa kanto, ang baku-bakong daan na minsa’y ipinapaayos sa mga preso habang hinahagupit hanggang mamatay, at ang di-maburang hati sa gitna ng mga Indio at Kastila, na ipinakita sa pamamagitan ng iba’t ibang uri ng transportasyong nagsasabi ng iyong uri sa lipunan. Nalulungkot si Ibarra sa akda nang makita niya ang kawalan ng pagbabago. Binubulungan niya ang bawat mambabasa ng Noli na tumayo, at mamuno sa pagpapaunlad ng bayan. Ang mga lider na siyang may kapangyarihan at kasangkapan upang maisagawa ang pangarap na ito ang dapat na mamuno sa pagbabagong-bihis ng ating bayan, hindi sa anyo tulad sa isang AMERIKANO o EUROPEO, ngunit suot-suot ang damit ng isang tunay na PILIPINOng nabubuhay sa kapayapaan at kaunlaran.

Isa pa sa mga aral na dapat manalaytay sa dugo ng bawat lider ay ang pagiging matulungin sa kapwa. Tunay na napakabait at napakamarangal ni Ibarra nang mangako siyang tutulong sa paghahanap sa dalawang anak ni Sisa. Sana’y ang mga pinuno natin ay handing tumulong ng bukas-loob sa kanilang mga nasasakupan. Nawa’y tulungan nila ang ating bayang hanapin ang tunay niyang halaga sa mundo.

Nasyonalismo din ay isa sa mga palamuting dapat isuot ng isang tunay lider ng bayan. Di dapat katulad ni Donya Victorina na halos kumendeng ng tulad sa isang Europea ang isang pinuno ng lipunan. Hindi dapat ipagbili sa iba ang sariling mga mamamayan – para gawing OFW o entertainers sa kahit anong sulok ng bansa. Di dapat isipin ang salaping makukuha sa pagbebenta ng henyo ng sariling lahi, mapa-tao man o produkto, lalo na kung sa isang napakababang halaga. Dapat tulungang magkasamasama muli ang mga pamilyang nawarak ng dahil sa pagtatrabaho sa ibang bansa. Ito ay sa pamamagitan ng paggawa ng maraming oportunidad panghanapbuhay, o pagpapaunlad ng ating sistemang pang-edukasyon. Edukasyon nga ba?

Tama! Edukasyon ang isang puwersa din na kailangan ng isang lahi upang umunlad mula sa hirap at pagkaalipin. Kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan, ilang ulit na binanggit ni Rizal sa kanyang mga akda. Ngunit paano na ang pag-asang ito ng bayan kung hindi makapag-aral ng mabuti? Isang tunay na modelo si Ibarra, na nagnais na magkaroon ng isang paaralan para sa lahat. Tulad din ng kanyang amang si Don Rafael na nagbigay-halaga sa edukasyon na magliligtas sa ating bayan. Ngunit mayroon na ba tayong mag-amang pulitiko na nagkaroon ng malasakit sa edukasyon ng bayan? Maraming mga paraang iminungkahi si Rizal upang mapaayos ang sistema ng pag-aaral dito sa ating bansa. Una ay ang pag-aalay ng libreng edukasyon sa mga kapus-palad. Mahigit sa dalawang daang bata daw na Indio ang nakapagpalista sa paaralang itinayo ni Don Rafael. Ikalawa ay ang pagkakaroon ng isang praktikal na kurikulum, kung saan mas pinahahalagahan ang mga asignaturang makakatulong sa pang-araw-araw na buhay. Isa sa mga pinahalagahan ni Rizal na asignatura ay ang heograpiya. Ang heograpiya ang sumasaklaw sa mga kaalamang panlipunan tulad ng kasaysayan, ekonomiya, wika, kultura, panitikan, at mapa, nagtuturo sa atin ng ating katayuan bilang isang lipunan at ng mga hanggangang topograpikal na nagsasabi ng ating kalayaan bilang isang bayan. Ipinaalala din ni Rizal ang kagalakang dulot ng pagbibigay ng mga insentibo o scholarship sa mga batang mahuhusay at salat sa pera. Si Don Rafael ay nagreragalo ng mga laruan sa mga bata noon sa San Diego. Nawa’y ang mga paraang ito ay maitaguyod na ng susunod na uupo sa Malacañang.

Ilan lamang ang mga aral na ito na iyong matatanawan sa Noli na dapat tumusok sa mga lider na di-namumuno sa isang marangal at mahusay na paraan. Kung ang mga gabay na ito ay susundin lamangng isang lider ng bayan, matatamo nito ang kanyang mga pangarap na mapaunlad ang lipunan at maitatag ang strong republic na pilit nating nais matanawan.

The Living Family:
Chroniclers of History, Paragons of Virtues, Catalysts for Change

On the seventh day, God the Creator of all, looked and beamed at the beauty all around. He stared at His steadfast sun, and glanced at His glimmering moon with all her star children scintillating with exuberance. He wandered around the flora and fauna that bloomed in jubilation. God went at the back of the first man, and He felt the loneliness of the man in the vastness of the great Earth. He thought with scrutiny, “I’ll make him a family!” God again “scooped the clay” and molded the first woman and children, and He joyfully endowed them with the breath of life, thus the beginning of the living family.

And family is born, and has since evolved, from the primeval clans that roamed the forests in search for food to the dynasties that ruled empires, from the fathers and sons who volunteered their lives in ceaseless wars to the devoted families that marched the boulevards, shouting for peace and freedom.

But still, one thing will never change in living families of all ages – the impact that they produced to their societies.

The family is the backbone of our world society. This special circle of living souls serves as foundation of cities moving ahead, and as witness to every transformation in society. Developments in civilizations can be attributed to the efforts of myriads of families. In Rome, the Gracchus brothers, Tiberius and Gaius, with their mother Cornelia, instituted various social reforms in the Republic such as the distribution of lands among poor farmers, enforcing laws regarding property limitations, and securing more rights for the middle class. During the Renaissance, the Medici family led the rebirth of classical culture in Florence, Italy, by building academies of art and literature and giving opportunities to artisans to develop their talents. Clans after clans ruled the Chinese empire in a dynastic cycle, bringing opulence and harmony in their people and making China the power that it is now in Asia. Filipino families also have their part in authoring our history and cultivating our culture. During colonial times, the clans of Rizal, Bonifacio, del Pilar, Luna, and Silang sowed the seeds of courage to fight for freedom, the same seeds being nurtured and brought to fruition in our days.

God created the living family for a special purpose – to design a better world for the next generations. Thanks to the efforts of the earlier families that contributed to the weaving of mankind’s future. But still, completing this vision requires the work of love from more families to serve as paragons of virtues to other families and catalysts of transformations. To fulfill this vested duty, the family and its members should learn the vital principles of respect, trust, unity, and most importantly, love.

The great Chinese philosopher Confucius emphasized the import of filial piety or respect and obedience to parents. Filiality is the foundation of virtue and the root of civilization. The Book of Ecclesiastes also presents the rewards of reverence to elders, especially to fathers. He that honoureth his father shall have a long life (Ecclesiastes 3:6). And even the primordial code of Hammurabi, considered the world’s first-ever law, describes the punishment of lacking this virtue. If a man has struck his father his hand shall be cut off. Different faiths, different theologies, but they all have the same concept of respect for elders. For us Filipinos, it is the heart-warming mano po that expresses this essential value.

Trust is the force that unites all repulsive entities. Trust serves as a magnet drawing together family members. Putting our trust in our loved ones increases our courage to face challenges knowing that our family is always there to lift us from the ravine, and save us from all the tribulations that we face in life.

Unity is the product of respect, trust, and fidelity. A united family understands the minds and hearts of its members, thus creating an atmosphere of peace inside the home. In familial bustles, cooperation has its role. The family achieves the purpose of their endeavor from which joy and pleasure at work gush forth. In times of solemnity and quietude, a united family enjoys the order pervading the home. Confucius also imparted that order in the family is the essential building block of order in society at large.

And of course, the greatest of all virtues, love. Love is patient and kind…Love never fails (1 Corinthians 13:4-8). Showing generosity to our brothers and sisters, care for our parents, fidelity to our loved ones, and forgiveness to those who offend us creates for family a perfect loving home. A loving family is incorruptible and indomitable. A living, loving family never fails!

These ingredients – respect, trust, unity, and love – will empower every family to build an edifice, a foundation, in order to make a difference in their communities, nations, and world. As Charles Dickens once quoted, in love of home, the love of country has its rise. I fervently believe that this love for one’s family could grow into a greater love for mankind, like a small pebble dropped in a quiet pond creating ripples reaching the edges of the waters.

I call every family to cultivate the morals of love, cooperation, piety, and trust, for God created us for a special purpose. Let us hold hands with our parents and children as we march our way to greatness!
Someday, I would like to serve my nation and world and make a change in our people. As a start, I will develop even more the love for my home, my living family, and lead my family to write our country’s history as we witness the events, encourage other families as we serve as paragons, and catalyze societal change as we build a better Philippines, a better world.

Life with Purpose
A Teenager’s Search for Reason of Existence

Life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers. Whenever I reminisce this quotation of Andersen’s, I am reminded to cherish this awesome life - my most precious gift from the Lord above. My sixteen years of existence is a fairy tale indeed; however, it is neither a myth of fairies and elves, nor a legend of dragons and demons; it is a novel of astonishing chapters, characterized by twists and turns, enormous conflicts and unpredictable characters, lovely expositions and fruitful dénouements, and chiseled with a fully dynamic plot.

Like the most complex novel, my life is a multi-faceted one; each facet with a different milieu, theme, and tone. In school, I am a scholar with utter zeal for knowledge, learning, and truth. I am enthusiastic of the social sciences, fanatic of literature and other humanities, expert of science, and interested with math. In the community, I am a dynamic youth servant-leader. As a son of a former Rotary club president, I use to participate in my dad’s many club endeavors – attending meetings, helping finish the club publication, joining outreach activities, and even preparing song-and-dance numbers with my younger sister and brother. I also energetically partake in church activities. As a well-rounded teenager, I write literary pieces, compose songs and melodies, direct and act in school plays, host in programs, dance on stage, sing individually or with the school choir, attend various seminars on different fields, and win in quiz bees and research fairs. I am editor-in-chief of our school paper, the Ruralite, president of the Samahang Diwa at Panitik, treasurer of the Student Government, and member of the Glee Club. On top of all of these is my being on top for ten years.

Truly, I am a young man of fruitful experiences and numerous achievements. My life is outpouring with drama, with tragedy and comedy, with adventure and romance, with struggles and victories. It is an epic of an amazing young man who has performed feats and achieved accomplishments in a juvenile age. Still, above all these things added upon me, it seems that there is something lacking in my heart – complete peace, endless revelry, and a sense of utmost fulfillment. Heaps of medallions, scrolls of accolades, and volumes of anecdotes are not sufficient to make one’s life’s novel the world’s, and even God’s, bestseller.

For years I have searched for that missing ingredient. Libraries I roamed, bookstores I entered, but all I deduced from this trek is that genes dictate our physical infrastructure, humanities engrave skills and ideas in our tabula rasa, and love conquers everything in this world – the biotic and the breathless alike. I possess the genes in my body, the humanities in my mind, and even love in my heart and home, but still I am not able to smoothen my jagged tale.

And so I continued this quest for truth, crossing vast oceans of knowledge and leaving no stones of wisdom unturned. There came a point when no books can explain my questions, no experience can interpret life’s invaluable lessons. I had to end this voyage. I had to be satisfied with what I know about living.

But God truly answers us with more than one solution. He blessed me with friends in the church who are seraphims to my unworthy soul, who encourage me to pursue my goals, arm me with fortitude, and advise me with useful principles whenever I face challenging circumstances. They reminded me of the Bible – a very special book which I have not touched for a while. This book opened numerous windows and wide doors that helped me find an essential truth - that life has a purpose. This made me realized that God molded me out of clay for a particular mission on Earth. This I still have to know. This I still have to discover.

From then on, I keep increasing in wisdom and stature, and with favor in God and all people – at home, in school and in the community, just like the way Jesus grew up during his adolescence. His Word became my daily bread, prayer my nightly drink. A renewed connection, conversation, communion with God has never been so revitalizing. He edifies my character, enhances my plot, and relieves all conflicts, woes, and dissensions. I know that everyday He is with me. I believe that He is in everything that I think, say, or do. The genes, humanities, and love – all these things came from Him, for He is the Great Provider. Now I thank Him for making me grow in His love through His blessings. He fills the gaps and heals the punctures in every chapter of our lives. This realization is a momentous portion of my life’s novel.

Today, I am fully enlightened with faith that my life’s novel has a reason for being – a purpose that He has commissioned to me. Although this discovery imposes me to search more frontiers and solve added mysteries, there is a profusion of joy, fulfillment, and hope in my soul. What is my purpose? This question requires more, not only of my time and effort, but of my passion to comprehend His secrets and my faith in His omnipotence. At least now, I know that I have a purpose, not learning genes, memorizing the humanities, or experiencing a totally romantic life. I can continue smoothly with my novel. It is time to end the dark chapters and write on tales in my day-by-day experience with God and man. The plot has to go on. The character has to be developed even more. A vital question has been answered. As I journey my way towards the climax of the plot, I proudly proclaim that life with purpose is the most beautiful fairy tale written by God’s fingers.