Tuldok ng Isang Guro

Nonfiction by | October 17, 2010

Tandang – tanda ko pa ang paboritong itanong ng aking mga guro noong ako’y nasa elementarya pa lamang. Tanong na paulit – ulit pinagagawan ng isang sanaysay sa aming mga mag-aaral lalo na pag umpisa ng pasukan, o di kaya’y wala nang maisip pang ituro ang guro o di kaya’y pagod ang kanyang lalamunan sa pagpapaliwanag ng kung anu-ano.

Ang tanong na: Ano ang gusto mong maging paglaki mo? At bakit?

O, di ba napaka simpleng tanong pero gugugulin na ng mga mag-aaral ang kanilang buong oras sa pagbuo ng komposisyon tungkol dito. Kung minsan pa nga ay magiging takdang -aralin pa dahil sa hindi matapus-tapos ang komposisyong ginagawa sa klase.

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Demanding A Universe

Nonfiction by | September 19, 2010

Truth-seekers, they call them, but it is a moot description for men like journalists. I say so because there are many who are in the field just guarding their politics; that is, protecting their own interests. And I say so because of the fact that no article written is ever unbiased under any byline. Simple: objective journalism is a myth, and the same can be said for truth. Or maybe not?

Always, the journalist hunts down stories and sometimes we are led to believe that these are true. I doubt that they ever find a convincing end though, so they unearth and ask more to get that finale that satisfies their selfishness. But I doubt that they ever reach that as well because if they did, they would stop.

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Remembering Fr. Rudy

Nonfiction by | September 5, 2010

In 1948, the Ateneo de Davao University was founded by three Jesuit Fathers — Fr. Theodore Daigler, Fr. Alfredo Paguia, Fr. Grant Quinn — and two Jesuit scholastics — James Donelan and Rudolfo Malasmas. Among these five pioneers, Fr. Rudolfo “Rudy” A. Malasmas, SJ was the last one to pass away. He was the only one among the five pioneers to expire and be laid to rest here in Davao City. Following an episode of cardiac failure, Fr. Rudy peacefully returned to his Creator last July 11 at 6:36 in the evening at Davao Doctors Hospital. He died on a Sunday. When Fr. Rudy’s heart stopped beating, he was surrounded by his Jesuit family, his nieces, a nephew, a grandniece, and some close friends — people he sincerely cared for, and people who sincerely cared for him.

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The Curse of Fanfic

Nonfiction by | August 29, 2010

In what must have been a first for any writers workshop in the country, last summer’s Ateneo de Davao Writers Workshop featured stories from the genre of fanfic.  As the screener for the applications, I take responsibility for the ensuing misadventures; but I confess I also found much amusement in the resulting collision of cultures between the panel and the fellows.

Fanfic, if you’re not aware of the term, is short for fan fiction. Its writers take characters from juvenile books, TV series, video games, and anime, and cobble together new stories around them. Because of this lack of originality, the genre doesn’t get much respect. But because of the popularity of the source material, many young people gravitate to the genre, either as readers or writers.

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Panitikang Filipino: Hindi Mawawala’t Mawawasak Kailanman

Nonfiction by | August 22, 2010

Ang kahalagahan ng panitikan ay animo’y walang katapusang daloy ng tubig sa batisan sa bawat panig ng mundo lalo na dito sa ating bansa. Ito ay mamamatay lamang kung ang mga nakalimbag na titik ay mawawala sa daigdig at kung ang mga manunulat ay wala nang kakayahang magpahayag ng kanyang damdamin at isipan.

Maaaring mawala ang mga imbensyon, ang mga kaunlarang materyales dito sa ibabaw ng mundo gayundin ang diwa ng nasyonalismo, ngunit hindi mawawala’t mawawasak ang tunay na diwa at kaluwalhatian ng panitikan.

Sa unang mga pahina ng kasaysayan ng daigdig ay hindi kailanman nakilala ang Latin na siyang wika ng Italya. Ngunit nang isulat ni Dante Alighieri ang Divina Commedia ay nakilala ang Latin sa daigdig at nagbigay karangalan sa Italya. Latin ang unang wika ng Inglaterra, ngunit napalitan ito sa Ingles nang isulat ang Canterbury Tales ni Goeffrey Chaucer at nabasa ito ng daigdig. Ang bansang Gresya ay naging tanyag dahil sa mga kilalang pilosopo, artista, at sa kanyang lliad at Odyssey ni Homer, The Republic ni Plato, ang tanyag na pabula ni Aesopo, at marami pang iba na sadyang nagbigay-buhay sa larangan ng sining.

Sa ating bansa, si Gat. Jose P. Rizal ay sumulat din at gumamit ng sandata hindi tabak kundi isang panulat upang gisingin ang mga Pilipino sa pagkaalipin sa ilalim ng mga Kastila. Nagising ang mga Pilipino sa kanyang mga nobela tulad ng Noli Me Tangere at El Filibusterismo) na naging buhay at nanatiling lakas ng sambayanang Pilipino.

Bago pa man dumating ang mga kastila, ang panitikang Pilipino ay buhay na at ito’y nasa iba’t ibang anyo tulad ng  alamat, kwentong bayan, sanaysay, salawikain, sawikain, bugtong, awit, palaisipan, kasabihan at mga tula. Nang tayo’y napasailalim sa mga Kastila, nagkaroon nang pagbabago at nag-iba ng anyo; ang mga paksa ay naging makarelihiyon, kaya naging fanatiko o (fanatic) ang mga tao. Ang dating makarelihiyong panitikan ay naging makabayan at mapaghimagsik dahil nagising na tayo sa makabayang damdamin nating mga Pilipino na siyang nagbukas sa isipan hanggang naunawaan na nila ang kalagayan ng ating bayan sa ilalim ng mga dayuhan.
        
Ito ay naging tulay sa puso ng ating mga manunulat, at maging buhay ay ibinuwis hanggang napukaw at naging hagdan ang panitikan tungo sa tagumpay at mga natamong adhikain. Kaya ang Pilipinong Panitikan ay di mawawasak at mamamatay kailanman.

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Si Jeepy P. Compio ay kasalukuyang mag-aaral sa Unibersidad ng Mindanaw sa korsong Batselyer sa Pag-aaral ng Pangsekundarya sa wikang Filipino.

After Six

Nonfiction by | August 8, 2010

I went home today taking the long route. Traffic was bad and the trip had a lot of stops and turns along the way. I looked at people’s weary faces in the jeepney as they stared blankly at the traffic jam or in space.

I watched them and thought what could they be thinking at this hour of day. Perhaps they thought of the day’s events, summarizing it. Some of them,who were clad in corporate attire could possibly be thinking of end day’s rest at home, or the sumptuous meal waiting for them, or the company of family. Others seemed to be drowned in their thoughts not caring about what was happening at the moment.

Indeed, riding in a jeepney or bus would provoke reflection of what has been, what is, or what is to come. The idle time spent in travel gives us the chance to ponder the many aspects of our lives.

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Stares and Silences

Nonfiction by | July 25, 2010

I used to live in Tabon-Tabon, a remote barrio in Tandag — a place where people wake up early to the crowing of roosters and the coming of dawn. People here wash clay pots at a nearby well, chop logs for fire behind their homes, and carry shovels, rusted sickles, and enough food and water to last the whole day in the farm. Early each morning, men and some women walk in a ceremonial procession — a troop of farmers in layers of thick coats, torn jeans, boots, and mud-dried palm hats. Men drill ostentatiously on the narrow paths along irrigations to separate their own portion of rice land.

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Saying Goodbye

Nonfiction by | July 18, 2010

I think I was the last person she saw before she went into coma. Her vitals dropped earlier that morning and so we gathered by her bedside at two in the morning. A few of her friends were there, family members, me and my sister, while she took deep heaves for elusive oxygen. Our pastor friend was there and by the looks of it, I could guess, he suffered a momentary distress as to what to pray for. What could we pray for? Plaster all the punctures in the heart? Revive the collapsed left lung? Scrape off all the cancer from the liver? In one miraculous swoop? I’m sure God could do all that, but I’m quite content that God was just there in the love of the people she spent her life with.

So the pastor, finally asked us: “What do you want to pray for?” Nobody answered. It was as if it was all too much to ask. But someone had to answer. “If she’s going, I pray she does so painlessly,” I replied. Almost everyone bowed their heads. Was that too rash? Heartless? Too fast?

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