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eastwind journals 88 – TAMING LADY TIGERS simple ways to make fangs docile

TAMING LADY TIGERS – simple ways to make fangs docile
 
A Pilipino story in Taglish, or mixed vernacular-English.
The flavor is lost in the English translation at the end, but it’s still good.
 
eastwind journals 88

 

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Taglish Version
TARAY BLUES
 
English version follows.

 

Information booth. International Airport. Passenger senior citizen Oka. Information lady Gloria.

 

OKA – Excuse me.
GLORIA – Yes, mam-sir. (Nakasimangot).
OKA –What time is Flight 406 please.
GLORIA – Ayun ang monitor. Tingnan mo na lang.
OKA – Pwedeng makiusap. May monitor ka naman. Ang layo kasi. May rayuma ako.
GLORIA – Rayuma? Ay naku, stay home ka na lang, lolo. Tingnan mo sa likod, haba na ng pila. (Pasigaw.) Next!!
OKA – (Stops the next in line from approaching.) Teka, Miss Taray Blues. Ano ba yan, menopause, mens, built-in sungit since birth?
GLORIA – (Picks up the phone.) Hello, security.
OKA – (Undaunted, peering into the counter.) Ah, buntis ka.
GLORIA – So what?
OKA – Malaglag sana yan.
GLORIA – Oy, sir, foul yan. Bawiin mo yan. Baka magkatotoo.
OKA – Malaglag sana yan.
GLORIA – (Starts to sob.) Please sir. (To the phone.) Never mind, security, okay na.
OKA – Isang kondisyon. Smile ka muna.
GLORIA – Sir naman.
OKA – Di mo kaya, ano? Yung built-in mong simangot since birth, naging permanent na.
GLORIA – Sir, bawiin niyo po.
OKA – Malalag sana yan.
GLORIA – Okay, okay, smile na kung smile. (Tries to smile in vain.) Di naman pwedeng biglaan yan.
OKA – Kaya mo yan.
GLORIA – Sir, bawiin niyo po.
OKA – Malaglag ….
GLORIA – O ayan … (Composes herself, wipes off a tear, and smiles. Everybody in the long line gives a resounding applause.)
OKA – Nawa’y maging malusog ang anak mo. Ano yan, first mo?
GLORIA – Opo, first po. Salamat.
OKA – Makinig ka, ha.
GLORIA – Opo.
OKA – Pag nasa customer service ka, kelangang smile 25/7, gets?
GLORIA – Opo.
OKA – Pag nakasimangot ka 26/7, pagkalampas ng ilang buwan – ulcer, laglag buntis o kaya baby mo tiyanak, heart attack, o cancer pa kung minsan. Ganun ang karma. Gets?
GLORIA – Gets po.
OKA – O ano? Okay na tayo?
GLORIA – (Big smile.) Sir, salamat uli.
OKA – Welcome. Saan uli ang Flight 406.
GLORIA – Ay, oo nga pala. Gate 3 po.

 

After one week, Oka is back.
GLORIA – Hello mam-sir. Ay lolo, kayo pala. What can you do for me?
OKA – Wala naman. Check ko lang kung okay ka na.
GLORIA – Oks na oks, lolo.
OKA – Smiling always?
GLORIA – 26/7 po. Ang sarap pala ng smiling trip. Wala nang sungit trip. Magaan ang kalooban. I actually enjoy my work now. Dati, pilit, gusto ko nang mag-resign. Ngayon, pati sa bahay, napakaganda. Mga anak ko, hindi na ako inaaway. Salamat po lolo, binukas niyo ang bintana ko. Ngayon, maliwanag na sa loob.
OKA – At mahahalata mo contagious ang smile, kasing contagious ng sungit. O eto, regalo ko.
GLORIA – Si lolo naman, nag-abala pa. (Opens the box.) Ano it, siopao? Ang badoy nyo naman.
OKA – Anong gusto mo, engagement ring?
GLORIA – Salamat, lolo.
OKA – O sige na, ingat. (Pabulong.) Yung nasalikod, ingatan mo. Dumikit ata yung taray niya sa batok ko.
GLORIA – Kayang-kaya yan.
OKA – Okay, see you.
GLORIA – Teka, tingnan niyo style ko. See me in action. Doon ka banda roon, nakatalikod. (Sunod si Oka.) Next !!!.

 

FAT LADY – (Approaches.) Anong klaseng lugar to, ha. Bad service, bad service.
GLORIA – Yes sir-mam. How can I help you?
FAT LADY – Tingnan mo to. Tinawag pa akong sir. Ikaw ba ay nag-aral?
GLORIA – (Smiling.) Opo. Yes mam.
FAT LADY – Pa-smile smile ka pa dyan. Gusto mo tanggalin ko yang smile mo? Saan ang CR?
GLORIA – Yon lang po? CR?
FAT LADY – At e ano pa, gusto mo tanong ko sa iyo tungkol sa Obamacare?
GLORIA – Doon po sa dulo, kanan. Ingat po kayo. At smile po. Gaganda po kayo.
FAT LADY – Ako ba tinatawag mong pangit?
GLORIA – Opo, ay hindi po.
FAT LADY – Anong oras ang alis ng Flight 215?
GLORIA – 230 pm pa po. Delayed.
FAT LADY – Pangit mo.
GLORIA – Mag-crash sana eroplano nyo.
FAT LADY – Oy oy oy. Bawiin mo yan. Baka magkatotoo.
GLORIA – Ayoko. (Hagkikhik ang Oka.) Babawiin ko, isang kondisyon. Simple lang, smile.
FAT LADY – Ha.
GLORIA – Smile.
FAT LADY – Please lang, bawiin mo yan.
GLORIA – Mag-crash sana eroplano nyo.
FAT LADY – Hay naku. Cacancel ko flight ko.
GLORIA – Sinong tinakot niyo?
FAT LADY – (Long pause. Knowing she’s beaten.) Sori, sori, I apologize. O sige, smile na  kung smile.
GLORIA – Pilit. Hindi ngisi, smile. Tingnan niyo sarili niyo. (Naglabas ng small mirror.)
FAT LADY – (Nanggigigil.) Diyos ko po, ano itong ginagawa Niyo sa akin.
GLORIA – Pinaparusahan. Tingnan niyo sarily niyo.
FAT LADY – (Tuminingin. Nagulat sa sariling simangot.) Hay naku. (Finally, nag-smile na nga ang beauty ni Fat Lady.)
GLORIA – M’am, may you have a safe and happy trip.
FAT LADY – Tenk yu.
GLORIA – Mam, kung na-notice niyo. Kahit anong taray niyo, kahit anong blade and ipang-hiwa niyo sa akin, wa epek sa akin, di ba?
FAT LADY – Oo nga.
GLORIA – It’s because a smile is the most powerful antidote versus hurt. I can be hurt only if I wish it, if I will it. I cannot be hurt against my will. Kelangan i-approve ko. E dis-aprub kayo.
FAT LADY – Ba. Oo nga no. . Ibig mong sabihin pag nag-smile ako pag sinigawan ako ng mister ko, talo siya.
GLORIA – Op kors. Hindi sa talo siya kundi sa panalo kayo. Iba yon. (Paalis na ang Fat Lady.) Teka, isa pa, m’am. Humility is the second antidote versus being hurt. Nung sinabi kong pinaparusahan kayo ng Diyos, hindi kayo nasaktan because you were humble enough to accept your error. Humility also removes the hurt.
FAT LADY – Ibig mong sabihin pag inamin kong kasalanan ko sa mister ko imbis na magpalusot, mas okay?
GLORIA – Op kors. Wala nang away. Eto kayo, bihis, pa-abroad, tapos sinermonan ng isang nilalalang kamukha ko. Pero tinanggap niyo.
FAT LADY – Oo na, humility. Eto, gift ko sayo. (Naglabas ng isang maliit na boteng hand lotion.)
GLORIA – Ay naku, di na kailangan, mam.
FAT LADY – Tanggapin mo yan o sisimangot ako. (Tinanggap ni Gloria. Smile ang Fat Lady.) Bye.
OKA – (Pag-alis nI Fat Lady.) Bilib nako sayo. May props ka pa.
GLORIA – Walang pumalakpak?
OKA – E pano, wala namang pila. Tingnan mo kung pano mag-trabaho ang Diyos.
GLORIA – Oo nga. Ang galing Niya. Biro mo isang katutak na taray nagging hand lotion.
OKA – D bale na yung lotion. Mas maganda, binago mo puso ni Fat Lady. Ang tigre naging tupa. Hindi na siya magtataray. At saka, balik asawa na siya. In fact, maybe you saved her marriage in the long term.
GLORIA – Ganun kalalim yung ginawa ko?
OKA – Yes m’am, ganun kalalim ang 30-second sermon mo.
GLORIA – Nahuli niya na rin and sekreto ng buhay na nadiskubre ko sa inyo.
OKA – Ipasa mo nang ipasa. Nasa customer service ka. Ako, senior, pa sine sine lang nang libre. Ikaw, hawak mo sa kamay mo ang buong mundo.
GLORIA – Yes!!

 

eastwind

 

***********************************
The Parables of the Seed and the Yeast

 

the kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed
the smallest of all seeds grows into the largest of all trees
so that the birds of the sky seek shelter in its lush
 
so is our faith, which begins with baptism,
when we are mere infants, and grows strong
in a lifetime in the Lord
 
the kingdom of heaven is like yeast
which makes three measures of wheat flour
grow five fold into bread
 
so is our love, when we give to others
we receive a hundred fold
when we uplift others
we uplift ourselves a hundred fold

 

Matthew 13:24-30 / eastwind

 

 
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English Version
TAMING LADY TIGERS

 

Information booth. International Airport. Passenger senior citizen Oka. Information lady Gloria.

 

OKA – Excuse me.
GLORIA – Yes, mam-sir. (Looking so cranky).
OKA –What time is Flight 406, please.
GLORIA – There’s the monitor. Just read.
OKA – Can you please just read your monitor. It’s too far. I have arthritis.
GLORIA – Why don’t you just stay home, grampa. Look behind you. There’s a long line. (Shouting.) Next!!
OKA – (Stops the next in line from approaching.) Wait, Miss Groucho-Jane. Is it menopause, mens, or its built-in since birth?
GLORIA – (Picks up the phone.) Hello, security.
OKA – (Undaunted, peering into the counter.) Oh, you’re pregnant.
GLORIA – So what?
OKA – I hope you lose your baby.
GLORIA – Sir, that’s foul. Take it back, please. It may come true.
OKA – I hope you lose your baby.
GLORIA – (Starts to sob.) Please sir. (To the phone.) Never mind, security, it’s okay.
OKA – Okay, I will take it back on one condition. Smile.
GLORIA – Please, sir.
OKA – You can’t do it, right? You had a sour face since birth, and it has become permanent.
GLORIA – Sir, take it back.
OKA – I hope you lose your baby.
GLORIA – Okay, okay, I’ll smile. (Tries to smile in vain.) I can’t do it. It takes time.
OKA – You can do it.
GLORIA – Sir, take it back.
OKA – I hope you lose ….
GLORIA – Okay, I will do it. (Composes herself, wipes off a tear, and smiles. Everybody in the long line gives a resounding applause.)
OKA – May you have a healthy baby. Is that your first?
GLORIA – Yes.
OKA – Listen. If you’re in customer service, you have to smile 25/7, get it?
GLORIA – Got it.
OKA – If you have a sour face 26/7, after a few months, you’ll have ulcer, lose your baby, get heart attack, or even cancer. That’s karma. Get it?
GLORIA – Got it, sir.
OKA – Are we done here?
GLORIA – (Big smile.) Sir, thank you again.
OKA – Welcome. Oh, what gate is Flight 406?
GLORIA – Oh yes, gate 3 sir.

 

After one week, Oka is back.
GLORIA – Hello mam-sir. Hi grampa, it’s you. What can you do for me?
OKA – Nothing. Just checking if you’re okay.
GLORIA – I’m okay, gramps.
OKA – Smiling always?
GLORIA – 26/7 sir. Smiling trip is better than grouch-trip. I feel light. I actually enjoy my work now. Before, I wanted to resign. Now, even at home, all is nice. My kids no longer pick fights with me. Thanks again, gramps. You have opened my heart. Now everything is bright inside me.
OKA – You will also notice that a smile is contagious, as contagious as a sour face is. Here’s my gift to you.
GLORIA – You don’t have to bother, gramps. (Opens the box.) What’s this, a sandwich? This is ridiculous.
OKA – Better than an engagement ring.
GLORIA – Thanks, gramps.
OKA – Okay, take care. (Whispering.) The girl behind me … better be careful. I can feel her fangs at the back of my neck.
GLORIA – No problem. Chicken feed.
OKA – Okay, see you.
GLORIA – Wait, just watch me. Check out my style. See me in action. Stay over there, turn your back, and listen. (Oka agrees.) Next !!!.
FAT LADY – (Approaches.) What kind of place is this? Bad service, bad service.
GLORIA – Yes sir-mam. How can I help you?
FAT LADY – Don’t call me sir. You have bad breeding.
GLORIA – (Smiling.) Yes mam.
FAT LADY – And stop smiling. Where is the CR (comfort room)?
GLORIA – CR? That’s your only problem?
FAT LADY – That’s all.
GLORIA – Straight ahead, then to the right. Take care, m’am. And, m’am, if you smile, you will get prettier, I promise you.
FAT LADY – Are you calling me ugly?
GLORIA – Yes m’am, I mean no m’am.
FAT LADY – What time does Flight 215 leave?
GLORIA – 230 pm, ma’m. It’s delayed.
FAT LADY – Your ugly.
GLORIA – I hope your plane crashes.
FAT LADY – Hey, hey. Take that back. It may come true.
GLORIA – No. (Oka smiles.) I will take it back on one condition. Smile.
FAT LADY – What?
GLORIA – Smile.
FAT LADY – Please, take it back.
GLORIA – I hope your plane crashes.
FAT LADY – My gosh. I will cancel my flight.
GLORIA – Go ahead.
FAT LADY – (Long pause. Knowing she’s beaten.) Sorry, sorry, I apologize. Okay, I will smile. (She attempts to smile.)
GLORIA – Not good enough. It has to be a real smile. Look at yourself. (She brings out a small mirror.)
FAT LADY – (Trembling with anger.) God, what are You doing to me?
GLORIA – Punishing you. Look at yourself in the mirror.
FAT LADY – (She looks and is surprised at her sour face.) Oh!! (Finally, she smiles.)
GLORIA – M’am, may you have a safe and happy trip.
FAT LADY – Thank you.
GLORIA – Mam, if you notice, no matter how cranky and abrasive you are, it didn’t bother me, right?
FAT LADY – Right.
GLORIA – It’s because a smile is the most powerful antidote versus hurt. I can be hurt only if I wish it, if I will it. I cannot be hurt against my will. I have to approve it. And I disapproved you.
FAT LADY – Good point, young lady. You mean to say, if I smile when my husband screams at me, I win?
GLORIA – Absolutely. (Fat Lady is about to leave.) Wait, m’am, another thing. Humility is the second antidote versus being hurt. When I said God is punishing you, you did not get hurt because you were humble enough to accept your error. Humility also removes the hurt.
FAT LADY – Okay. You mean to say, if I admit my error to my husband instead of making an excuse …
GLORIA – Yes, no more quarrel. Here you are, well-dressed, going abroad, and here I am, a lowly employee, giving you a sermon. But you accepted it.
FAT LADY – Okay … humility. Here, take this. (She gives her a small bottle of hand lotion.)
GLORIA – No need, m’am.
FAT LADY – Take it or I will scream. (Gloria accepts it. Fat Lady smiles.) Bye.
OKA – (After Fat Lady leaves.) I admire you. You even have props.
GLORIA – No one clapped?
OKA – There is no queue, that’s why. Look at how God works.
GLORIA – Yes. He’s so great. Imagine turning abrasiveness into hand lotion.
OKA – Never mind the lotion. What is more important is you changed the tigress into a lamb forever. She will lose her bad moods, because she has seen the Light. And you put her closer to her husband. Maybe you even saved her marriage in the long run.
GLORIA – Wow. I can do that?
OKA – You did it in a 30-second sermon.
GLORIA – She has discovered the secret to life, just like I did with your help.
OKA – Just keep on passing it around. You are in customer service, so you have more people to target. Me? I just go to free movies as a senior citizen. You, the world is at your fingertips.
GLORIA – Yes!!!

 

eastwind

 

***********************************
The Parables of the Seed and the Yeast

 

the kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed
the smallest of all seeds grows into the largest of all trees
so that the birds of the sky seek shelter in its lush
 
so is our faith, which begins with baptism,
when we are mere infants, and grows strong
in a lifetime in the Lord
 
the kingdom of heaven is like yeast
which makes three measures of wheat flour
grow five fold into bread
 
so is our love, when we give to others
we receive a hundred fold
when we uplift others
we uplift ourselves a hundred fold

 

Matthew 13:24-30 / eastwind
amdg
eastwind journals18 Jan 2014 01:16 am

eastwind journals 87 – MANG KIKO MEETS STEVE JOBS

MANG KIKO MEETS STEVE JOBS
A stirring tale of how Steve
inspires a senior citizen
through a ‘deranged’ teenager
 
eastwind journals 87

 

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Jessica, a ballet student, is totally drowning in her Ipod music inside a train station. She dances around on tiptoe, arms up, forming a heart-shaped arc, unmindful of the rush-hour crowd regarding her as a deranged mad lunatic (redundancy intended).

 

She closes her eyes in ecstasy, and when she opens them, she is jolted, seeing Mang Kiko, in his seventies, totally wrinkled, totally bald, waving at her wildly from six inches away with a smile as wide as an expressway. She hands over the earphones to him. He puts them on, then frowns.

 

MANG KIKO – Change music please.
JESSICA – Looks like you’re ecstatic, gramps.
MANG KIKO – No. Totally depressed. Don’t know what to do with myself. I just know how to hide it.
JESSICA – You hide it pretty well. (Pointing to the earphones.) Well, what do you want, gramps?
MANG KIKO – Surprise me. Fire me up. Make my day. Something exotic. (He puts his arms up and stomps his feet.)
JESSICA – (Staring at him, trying hard to discern his spirit. She manipulates the Ipod quickly.) Hmmm. Lets see. Latin? Flamenco? (She gives a soft scream, puts the earphones on him.) Yes, here we are. Its called Fondo FlamencoOjala. This will kill you, grandpa.

 

Mang Kiko freezes, then suddenly jerks. He starts vibrating like a teen. Jessica gives another soft scream. People gather around, as he gyrates like a jackhammer. No one can hear the music. A young teener approaches, and connects the Ipod to his portable player. Instantly, the music echoes across the train station. The crowd gives a scream as Mang Kiko mimics a gypsy. The music is finished. The train arrives. The crowd vanishes instantly. There is only Jessica and Mang Kiko.

 

MANG KIKO – How many song you got in there?
JESSICA – Hmmm. About two thousand.
MANG KIKO – in that lousy thing, two thousand?
JESSICA – It can easily hold five thousand, gramps.
MANG KIKO – Wow. I’m living in the past.
JESSICA – Nope, gramps. The way you gyrated, you’re living in the present.
MANG KIKO – Who made that magical music?
JESSICA – You want some history?
 
At this point, the reader is asked to download the attached song and play it while reading on.
 
JESSICA – It actually has an ancient origin. Flamenco music evolved from Southern Spain colonized by the Moors for 800 years.
MANG KIKO – The guitar was a product of the Arab renaissance spread by the Moorish empire.
JESSICA – Wow. You know.
MANG KIKO – The flamenco spirit, the stomping of the feet, the frenzied rhythm are a product of Arab spirituality mixed with Castillan. It is a merging of Islamic and Christian music. The gypsies, remnants of the Moors, spread it around.
JESSICA – Wow. Tell me more, gramps.
MANG KIKO – Tell me. Who invented this machine?
JESSICA – It’s called an Ipod. It was invented by a genius named Steve Jobs.
MANG KIKO – Give me his cellphone. I wanna thank him.
JESSICA – His dead, gramps.
MANG KIKO – Does the world know he is a super-hero?
JESSICA – More or less. They made a movie about him. He was an intellectual and entrepreneurial rebel who changed the world with his innovative ideas on marketing. He said enterprise is based not on profit, the old paradigm of Warton and Yale, but on love.
MANG KIKO – Wow. Love and business, huh? Strange partners. Enterprise imbued with spirituality, huh? Never done before. Before Steve, there was only profit as the god. That is why businesses today are amoral, no conscience, no morality, no awareness of good and evil, only profit profit profit. That’s what Wall Street is, a product of the old paradigm, selfish power players imbued with greed and deceit.
JESSICA – Now comes Steve. Not profit but prophet … of a new paradigm. Steve was thrown out of the company he founded after he catapulted it with huge profits. When he refused to conform to the Warton boys, he was thrown out, much like Jesus came to His own and His own knew Him not.
MANG KIKO – Stop blaming Warton. It’s an American culture that began with the tycoons like Rockefeller, Vanderbilt, Carnegie during the Industrial Revolution, power, monopoly, greed.
JESSICA – Okay, okay. Under the old paradigm, the company fell. After 20 years, they begged Steve to return and restore the company. And he did. That was when his Ipod was born.
MANG KIKO – Hmm. The birth of moral enterprise.
JESSICA – This Ipod is a millennium milestone. It merges all past technologies into one. All of a sudden, you can listen the whole day from your music collection in a park, or on a bus in traffic. It’s a cosmic nova explosion.
MANG KIKO – Correction, Jessica. Its not so much a technological milestone but a spiritual one. Steve brought us happiness and inner peace to millions, not just some tiny electronic box. He did not just make my day. He makes my life today. He is a spiritual super-hero. Listen, it was nice meeting you. (He hands the earphones to her.) I gotta go.
JESSICA – Its yours.
MANG KIKO – Your’re kidding.
JESSICA – I’m dead serious.
MANG KIKO – I don’t even know how to use this.
JESSICA – Do you have grandchildren?
MANG KIKO – Just one. A twelve year old grandson.
JESSICA – Studying in the best school?
MANG KIKO – Yeah.
JESSICA – Ask your grandson to teach you the basics so you can play it. If you want to put your own music later on, he can download it from the computer.
MANG KIKO – Download?
JESSICA – Grab the music from the Internet.
MANG KIKO – He can do that? Any music?
JESSICA – Yup. Any music under the sun.
MANG KIKO – Wow. Can he get Patti Page, Rosemary Clooney, Doris Day, Ella Fitz and Sarah Vaughn and Billy Holiday …
JESSICA – And Nat King Cole and Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Dean Martin.
MANG KIKO – Oh you know.
JESSICA – I know everything, gramps – broadway, jazz, classical, you name it. I’m an obsessed collector. I have 120 gig of music in mp3.
MANG KIKO – Speak in English.
JESSICA – I have a collection of close to 200,000 songs, and growing. At any time, I put 2,000 songs right there (pointing to the Ipod).
MANG KIKO – Wow. I can’t take this. It’s worth a fortune.
JESSICA – A small fortune, gramps. A couple of thousand pesos. But I can buy three of these with a month’s salary.
MANG KIKO – How about your collection?
JESSICA – I have a backup at home. You can’t refuse, gramps. It’s yours.
MANG KIKO – (Jessica places the Ipod on Mang Kiko’s hand. The train approaches.) Wait, wait. When can we have coffee?
JESSICA – Are you asking me out for a date?
MANG KIKO – Yes.
JESSICA – Here’s my card. (She gives her a calling card, and runs towards the opening doors of the train.)
MANG KIKO – (Reads the card.) Jessica. Wait, wait. My name’s Mang Kiko.
JESSICA – Gotta go. Listen, gramps. Thanks for inspiring me. I’ve never met someone so old and so young all at once. You made my day, I mean my life, just as Steve made yours. You are some gramps. I’ll text Steve and say hello for you.

 

The train leaves. Mang Kiko is alone. He puts on the earphones, but can’t play the Ipod. He gives up and puts it in his pocket.

 

MANG KIKO – (Talking aloud to himself in the empty station.) Lord, thanks for giving me Steve and Jessica. They, I mean You, made my day and my life. God bless you. I mean, you’re God, so You bless me.

 

the Lord works in mysterious ways
to lead us through our confusion and disillusion
He uses people around us who mirror His light
He distracts us from our daily tasks to show us a flower
symbol of impermanence and permanence
impermanence because it will wilt in a few days
permanence because it has seeds for rebirth
 
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eastwind journals12 Jan 2014 04:53 pm

eastwind journals 86 – BROWNOUTS TO SUPPRESS PROTESTS / Nazareno Negro

BROWNOUTS TO SUPPRESS PROTESTS – Nazareno Negro
 
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BREAKING NEWS. PHILSTAR DEFENDS POWER OLIGARCHS.
While Manny Pangilinan of Meralco beefs up his equity in Philippine Star, it has come out with front page propaganda articles defending the interests of Meralco and the power oligarchs. The gists of the articles are 1) power rates increases are inevitable based on legitimate industry conditions (reply of consumer advocates – legitimate increases are okay but do not justify the illegitimate which they want to sweep under the rug); 2) future brown outs are inevitable (reply of consumer advocates – this veiled threat is a psyche-war tactic to suppress legitimate protests; Meralco has the gall to increase rates even as it has the highest rates in the world currently).

 

BREAKING NEWS. SAN MIGUEL FORCED ENTRY AT ALECO.
Would-be concessionaire San Miguel Energy Corporation (SMEC) made a FORCED ENTRY of the compound of the Albay Electric Cooperative (ALECO), breaking through a barricade. Protest against the SMEC takeover is due to consumer fears of 1) perceived runaway rate increases, 2) evident from a one-sided concession contract where SMEC can pay ALECO’s P3.7 debt ONLY IF IT IS CAPABLE. The contract was kept secret for ten months, then released recently with amendments. The SMEC takeover is supported and facilitated by Legazpi Mayor Noel Rosal and Albay Governor Joey Salceda, who had protégés in the previous ALECO board accused of amassing a P3.7 billion debt. SMEC was also endorsed by Bishop Joel Baylon of the interim ALECO board which took over, under protest from Redemptorist priests and the Albay Multi-sectoral Stakeholders Organization (AMSSO).

 

BROWNOUTS TO SUPPRESS PROTESTS
Boycott in reply to SanMig’s ALECO Takeover
 
To pressure ALECO to award concession to SMEC, SMEC’s generator allies have announced a threat to plunge Legazpi and parts of Albay into total darkness within 36 hours, if it does not pay its P3.7 billion debt, which was incurred by the previous ALECO board accused of massive corruption. NEA, which controls ALECO and failed to monitor and regulate the massive debt, is accused of being a partner to the corruption.

 

SMEC has done the same for CASURECO 3 in Camarines Sur. SMEC has an ambition to take over concessions in the entire Bicol. It is dangerous even for a powerful conglomerate to toy with cut-off as a tool for power monopoly, as it invites people-power protests. Is it legal to deny the rights of paying consumers based on the sins of corrupt cooperative officials, who are protégés of the Governor and other elected officials?

 

True enough, SMEC has triggered people power in Legazpi. Consumer leaders, led by Dante Jimenez, and the Albay Multi-Sectoral Stakeholders Organization (AMSSO) recently launched a massive campaign to boycott San Miguel beer, hotdogs, and PAL. If the campaign succeeds and spreads across the entire Bicol, what SMEC can gain in power would be dwarfed by losses in sales. Even if the boycott fails, this leaves an indelible corporate scar whose impact is unknown.

 

Dante Jimenez, of VACC fame, and active consumer advocate in Albay and Camarines Sur, says, “If they hurt us, we will hurt them back.”

 

SMEC’s allies in PSALM and PEMC-WESM, to whom ALECO owes, all of whom have connections with power politicians in the LGU pyramid, hint of a massive invincible all-powerful mega-syndicate behind unjust rate increases, a disease spreading across the nation today. Similar protests are mushrooming, as in Pangasinan. Greed has overtaken our grids. The mega-syndicate has tentacles reaching up to Malacanang, which defended Meralco rates as ‘reasonable’, “TROed” in turn by the Supreme Court. Malacanang is a puppet through election campaign funds from the corporate-based oligarchy.
 
Only people-power and the Supreme Court can neutralize this powerful energy oligarchy. Consumers will be victims if they remain indifferent. The only radical way to neutralize the force is to –
1
Overhaul our power policies and laws, such as amending EPIRA to be truly anti-monopoly, and somehow clipping the clout of oligarch corporations;
2
Abolish the ERC, PESM-WESM, PSALM, NEA, whose officials are members of the mega-syndicate, and replace them with consumer-represented institutions;
3
Empower electric cooperatives to be truly independent from the clutches of the NEA;
4
Ban LGUs from getting their protégés into the cooperative boards through a consumer screening committee;
5
Ban government equity in power firms;
6
Teach people-based cooperatives to take control and put up their own generating firms; as paying consumers, they have the capital which is milked by the mega-syndicate.

 

Only people’s intervention and massive policy reform can destroy the greed of the oligarchy-government-World Bank/USAID/IMF partnership in our power industry. eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
 
NAZARENO NEGRO
Fanaticism or Authentic Devotion?

 

To lure the Indios of Mexico into Christianity, the Spanish frailes made the images of Jesus and Mary look like them, dark and with kinky hair. These found their way to the Philippines via the Manila-Acapulco galleon trade, manifested to today by devotions to the Black Nazarene of Quiapo and Our Lady of Antipolo, which have persisted through the centuries to become world famous through media coverage.

 

The resilience of these two devotions surprised even the frailes themselves. One has to witness the violent crowd of the Black Nazarene procession, which women do not dare join, to discern the powerful faith of the Filipino masses. Just watching makes one pray. The faith of devotees is mysteriously contagious. Everyone tries to reach Jesus. Towels are thrown to the carousel, wiped on His hand or face, and thrown back to the devotees. Some crawl on top of the crowd to get nearer. To be able to get a meter from the carousel is an almost impossible feat, an obsession, a vow. Everyone is barefoot because slippers will get lost and shoes will hurt others. The two to three-kilometer procession inches across the narrow alleys of Quiapo the whole day. An ambulance is on stand-by.

 

The panata (vow) is the driving force of the devotion. Every year, devotees, relating the forgiveness of their sins to joining the violent procession, flock from every nook of the city every second Thursday of January to fulfill that vow. There is a Church controversy over the Nazareno Negro. One side says this folk devotion is plain blind fanaticism. The other side asks – who are we to judge what is in the hearts of devotees? Who are we to suppress such vibrant faith based on a mere suspicion that it is misplaced? Listen to logic of theologians, but also listen to the hearts of devotees. For the heart discerns what astounds the mind. The Black Nazarene defies logic because faith transcends logic. It is the symbol of true Filipino Christian spirituality.

 

Fr. Catalino Arevalo, SJ, sums it all, “Looking at how deep the devotion of the people are to the Black Nazarene, we can really say, it is real and the people’s devotion is an authentic faith experience!”

 

WISDOM VERSES

 

Lord, give me the wisdom
to discern Your will
and the grace to follow it

 

******************
the heart is the right brain
the mind is the left brain
there is often wisdom
when the heart dictates to the mind
folly when the mind dictates to the heart

 

the heart discerns mysteries by intuition
the mind is often confused by intricate logic
the wisdom of the mind is full of folly
the wisdom of the heart is flawless

 

eastwind

 

those who know are not learned
those who are learned do not know

 

lao tsu, tao

 

faith knows without proof
faith sees without reason
faith learns without reading
faith loves without question

 

eastwind

 

forget about your eyes and see with your heart
forget about your ears and listen with your soul
only then can you discern
what you have known all the while
which wise men cannot comprehend
but children can see so plainly

 

eastwind
amdg
eastwind journals04 Jan 2014 06:41 pm

eastwind journals 85 – TWO TYCOONS AND A BEGGAR

TWO TYCOONS AND A BEGGAR
 
eastwind anecdote 85

 

By Bernie Lopez
eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com

 

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the answer
to greed is generosity
to luxury is austerity
to confusion is simplicity
to indifference is sensitivity
to war is dialogue
to darkness is light
to hatred is love

 

            Tycoon no. 1, Jonathan, the head of a food conglomerate, brings his finicky ten-year-old son Peter to a fast food place before school every day, because he can eat only the terrible burger there for breakfast, nothing else. He frowns on the pretense and hypocrisy of expensive restaurants. In fear of being seen by his employees in such a ‘seedy’ place, Jonathan eats his breakfast inside the van while waiting for his son – two pieces of toast and a slice of cheese over brewed coffee.
            One day, crunching on his toast inside his sterile air-conditioned van, Jonathan sees Wally, a beggar with his son James, same age as his Peter. Wally has no legs and sits on an improvised widened skate board. James runs stealthily to the open section of the fast food as soon as customers stand up, and steals left overs. Jonathan cringes, seeing Wally eat a half-eaten burger. In his plush cold office, there are no tears, but here there are a few drops. Every day, Jonathan sees Wally and Peter procure their breakfast.
            Jonathan cannot stand it any longer, so he tells his chauffer to give a crisp one thousand peso bill to Wally. Wally looks at the van, trying to discern his benefactor in vain through the opaque tinted windows. To Jonathan’s surprise, Wally laughs aloud and rejects the money. Jonathan storms out of the van.
            JONATHAN – Hi. I’m Jonathan.
            WALLY – Wally here.
            JONATHAN – Just wondering, Wally. You are so poor, yet you reject one thousand pesos. May I know why?
            WALLY – There’s more to life than money, Jonathan. My only treasure left in life is my dignity. I never get hungry. There are always left overs. Half eaten burgers are great. My son is my only wealth.
            Jonathan, embarrassed, goes back to the van without a word. But now, a beggar gives a tycoon sleepless nights. It is total torture for this tycoon to see this beggar gulp a broken stick of french fry every day. He makes another move. He tells the chauffer to buy two take-out ‘big breakfasts’ and goes over to Wally.
            WALLY – Oh, hi Jonathan. Seems you got a problem, sitting inside your van every day, gawking at me.
            JONATHAN – As a matter of fact, yes. But now I have solved my problem. I am inviting you to breakfast.
            WALLY – That’s what I’m talking about. Sit, Jonathan. (The two start eating, Jonathan sitting on the curb.) Aren’t you afraid your employees will see you in your three-piece suit eating with a beggar on the pavement?
            JONATHAN – Nope. Doesn’t bother me. Not anymore. Thank you for telling me you want my friendship, not my money. Very rare I see this. I feel so special, so respected.
            WALLY – You mean you do not get respect from your employees?
            JONATHAN – Recognition, yes, but respect, no.
            WALLY – Oh. I am touched that I have gained your respect.
            JONATHAN – Same here, Wally.
            And so, every day, the tycoon and the beggar have rowdy big breakfasts on the sidewalk. They treat each other like equals. Wally would slap Jonathan on the back. Jonathan would put his arm around Wally’s shoulder. They become the best of friends. Eventually, Peter and James join them, and it is a boisterous party of four having breakfast on the sidewalk. People stop and stare at them, but the four stare back and laugh at them. The onlookers go away embarrassed. The crowd is getting bigger every day. Eventually, a journalist comes by, and takes a photo of the two with arms around each other.
            JOURNALIST – May I ask how this happened?
            JONATHAN – Simple. He rejected a thousand pesos and accepted a big breakfast.
            And so the duo are splashed all over the papers, headlined “Prince and Pauper at Breakfast”. A television crew comes to interview them, but the four shoo them away. They are forced to move to a nearby quiet park to get privacy and avoid being molested. The chauffer, wearing sneakers, uses a sports car to buy breakfast, so they are not traced through the van they used.
            Enter tycoon no. 2, Liz, who has a rival food conglomerate. Touched by the photos, awed by their guts, Liz seeks them out, hires a detective to find them. And so, she goes to the park.
            LIZ – Hey you guys.
            JONATHAN – Well, I’ll be … My arch-enemy. (They embrace.)
            LIZ – You bastard, you did it again.
            JONATHAN – What?
            LIZ – You got a fantastic image as the prince with a pauper friend. I envy you.
            WALLY – He inspired you. Now you are arch-friends. How nice.
            LIZ – No, Wally. You inspired me, and a million other people. It’s not easy to reject a thousand pesos for a poor man.
            WALLY – It was not easy for him to sit down on the curb with me.
            LIZ – I must say you have touched a lot of hearts on television without saying a single word. It’s a privilege to meet you. Tell me your secret. How’d you get this guy as a friend?
            WALLY – No. He got me as a friend. I would guess you’re from another empire?
            LIZ – Similar to his. (Wally offers her a bite of his half-eaten burger. She obliges. Jonathan cringes.)
            Eventually the two arch-rival tycoons put up a merger, the largest food conglomerate in the entire planet, all because of a beggar who refuse to lose his dignity. If you give (big breakfast), you receive a thousand fold (billion dollar merger). The two billionaires never offer a job to Wally. He remains as poor and happy as ever. His fortune is not of this world. To this day, the two tycoons envy the world of the beggar.

 

            We live in an extremely materialistic world where spiritual values are vanishing fast. We have to somehow try to achieve spiritual reformation in our lives, first, on a personal level, second, on a social level, third on a global level. We have to emulate a beggar who touched the hearts of two tycoons, and a million others with one stroke of defiance against materialism. We need a spiritual renaissance so badly to balance our technological renaissance, because the destiny of our planet depends on it. Fight greed with generosity, luxury with austerity. Embrace simplicity and frugality. Balance digital power with social sensitivity. We cannot do all these on our own. We need help from the Lord to send Wallys into our lives to wake us up. Otherwise, our planet will self-destruct. Lord, give us the wisdom and strength to mend our ways, to find Your path in the labyrinths of an ever-shrinking planet. eastwind