Thursday, October 30, 2008

Short Story: Greatest Education

Once upon a time there live a very kind couple, Maria and Roberto. They were both merchants and were living a decent life in the suburbs of San Diego. They owned a large vineyard and a plantation of sugar. Hundreds of workers were employed and were given respectable lives inside the hacienda.
Many people look up to and loved Maria and Roberto not because of their richness or power but because of their good deeds. They regularly donate to churches and charities but more to that, they help educate the poor and find appropriate jobs for them.
Despite the richness and honor, the couple cannot be completely happy. Something very important is lacking in their life. Maria was barren.
It was a curse. Before Roberto met Maria, there was Simeonette. She was a nice looking woman but practiced witchcraft and black magic. She deeply fell in love with Roberto. She did everything she can to make Roberto feel the same way at her. However, Roberto wanted them to be nothing more than friends.
When Simeonette heard that Roberto is going to marry Maria, she was full of grief and fury. She cursed them never to have baby of their own. That Maria could never get pregnant.
Years passed, Roberto and Maria lived a happy and peaceful life. Simeonette was very displeased. She will never be contented until the couples’s lives were in shambles.
As she was planning to do something wicked, she saw a vision that she would die really soon. Devastated with the vision, Simeonette was raging with fury. She devised an iniquitous plan.
One night when Maria was not at home, she disguised her. Copied her appearance and everything. Then slept with Roberto.
Before Simeonette died, she gave birth to a good-looking baby boy, she named Nikita. She brought the baby boy to the hacienda of Roberto and Maria. And she put a curse on the baby that never would he love his new parents Maria and Roberto. And that he would also bring misfortune.
When the good couple saw the baby lying on a basket at their doorstep, they welcomed him at their home. They tried looking for the baby’s real parents until they gave up and raised the baby, as their own.
They provided Nikita everything he wanted. They showered him love only parents give to their real children.
Nikita however grew up strangely. His eyes were so cold. When Maria would hug him and kiss him, he was so distant. Never did he call his parents mama and papa or mom and dad.
When he would do something bad he would never admit his mistake and say, “I’m sorry.” He also never learned how to say “Thank you”.
At grade school, a week would not pass without Nikita starting a fistfight with his classmates. He was also rude to his teachers. He was a student with a nasty habit of putting other people into trouble. The only reason they kept him in school is because of Roberto and Maria.
The couple was very sad. They however did not blame Nikita or force him to harsh punishments.
When Nikita finished grade school, a great fire devoured their vineyard. At the same time sugar business dropped in their region.
Years passed, still sugar business never got up. They no longer have a vineyard. No more workers. They never was able to recover their business. They lost a vast amount of money and land trying to start on something new. But luck wasn’t on their side. What they don’t know is because of the curse Simeonette casted long time ago.
They were doomed to poverty when Nikita finally graduated college. Maria and Roberto were very happy because despite of everything they were able to give Nikita good education and a bright future. Roberto was working in the oil mines. While Maria was able to produce a small amount quilting and knitting robes and jackets.
Months after the graduation, Nikita packed his bags and went to the city to find a life of his own.
At that time, Maria and Roberto were already old. They even grew older. Maria was filled with sorrow when Nikita left. And she got sick.
At the city, Nikita was enjoying his freedom and never thought of his parents. Until one day, a group of thugs got all his money and possessions and beat him near to death.
Nikita’s wild world stopped. And he fell asleep.
Scenes of his life were flashed back to him. Scenes from his childhood when Maria gave him everything he ever wanted. Scenes wherein Roberto trained him to stand like a man. Not once was there a scene wherein his parent caused him pain.
After the scenes from his childhood, he was transferred to world full of dirty street kids stumbling on foods in the garbage. He saw kids with parents who abuse them, little kids who were working for money.
After all the scenes were flashed, a bright light blinded him and a voice started talking. He told Nikita that all the years that passed in his life. He was blinded by a curse laid by his real mother. He was made less human because one very essential emotion of man was taken out of him. The voice said that he must learn what that emotion is.
Nikita woke up at the hospital. It was still so white like his dream. But he heard a man crying. The lady that lies next to his room died of childbirth. But her relatives got the babies and reared them as their own kids.
When Nikita went out of the hospital, he saw a man carrying a child with a very big head. A hydrocephalous kid. The man was crying as he was asking for money from passers by. A paper hung on his neck that reads “For the operation of my beloved Kevin”. People who pass by him give money to the extent that his bags were full of it.
Nikita could not understand. Why are these people helping out each other? Why do his parents rear him when he was not of their own?
He was walking in turmoil when he heard a kid tell his mother, “I love you, Mama” when his mom bought him an ice cream.
Love? Nikita was blank. Was is love? Was it because of love, people are helping one another? Was it because of love, Maria and Roberto raised him?
He realized then, it was love that is lacking in him.
With this, he went back to his home in the suburbs. He has to see his parents. He has to tell them sorry and tell them that he could now love them.
But when he got to their home, it was locked. Nobody was there.
He doesn’t know where to go. But his feet brought him to an old hospital. At a fully packed smelly ward, he saw his mother, Maria. She was so small underneath the hospital sheets. She aged ten times the last time he saw her. And for the first time, Nikita’s heart ached.
He went near to his mother’s bed. He cried and said, “I love you, mama.” Maria heard this and woke up. She smiled. Then she cried. At long last, she was given a son.
Roberto saw Nikita and rushed to them. When Nikita saw his father, Roberto he said, “Papa, forgive me.” “I am so sorry, please let me love you back.”
Maria and Roberto hugged their son and a gray fog from Nikita’s body went up. The curse was lifted.
Loving and being loved is the emotion that conquers all. It was Maria and Roberto’s love the greatest education Nikita had because he himself learned how to love.

Monday, October 27, 2008

tatanda na naman ako... haaay

malapet na naman ang bertday ko. pangalawang bertday ko na ito dito sa singapore. mahigit isang taon na akong OFW! minsan me mga nagtatanong kung ilang taon na daw ba ako. hindi ako makasagot kaagad. kase kelangan ko pang magcompute. 2008 minus 1982, so 26. mag2-26 na ako sa november 5! haaay... tatanda na naman ako ng isang taon. dati nung elementary kung magb-bertday ako natutuwa ako kasi me mga regalo; meron cake; merong kids party sa bahay. nung high school at college naman, wala nang kids party pero meron naman dagdag sa allowance para matreat ang mga frends at makabili ng kung ano ano. ang babaw pa kasi ng kaligayahan kaya mas madaling sumaya. ngayon habang tumatanda na nababawasan na ang saya? baket kaya? dahil ba pag bertday butas ang bulsa? dahil magpapakain sa mga kaibigan? dahil ba sa kung hindi magkakaibigan ang mga ibang kaibigan magkakahiwalay na selebrasyon pa at dagdag lang sa kabutasan ng bulsa? pero iniisip ko, hindi yun yun e. ok lang naman magpakain. minsan lng naman yan sa isang taon. siguro mejo nakakalungkot lng kapag nagbe-bertday e naalalang tumatanda na at wala pa masyadong nagagawang kabuluhan sa mundo. minsan tinanong ng hawshold head namen sa sfc - "whats u'r purpose in lyf?" hay naku dahil sa kababasa sa Purpose Driven Life na book kung ano ano na ang naiisip itanong. wala tuloy akong masagot dahil hindi ko naman binasa yung librong yun. pero oo nga noh. ano nga bang rason kung baket ako nabubuhay? o para saan ba at patuloy akong nabubuhay? sagot ko sa kanya hindi ko alam. pero katunayan nun simple lang naman talaga ang sagot ko dun eh. nahihiya lang siguro akong i-share dahil nabubuhay ako ngayon para magtrabaho sa singapore para sumahod ng mas malake at para mas malake ang maipadala sa pamilya sa pinas. yun na yun. straightforward, short and simple. pag tinagalize - mababaw.
dati, dami kong gustong gawin sa buhay ko. dati gusto kong tumulong sa mga non-profit organizations katulad ng GK at SAGIP. tumulong hindi sa pagbigay ng suportang pinansyal pero pisikal na tulong. tulad ng paggawa ng bahay, pagturo sa mga bata, ganun. kaya ako sumali sa SFC sa pinas nun para makasali sa GK at sagip. pero kung kelan naman nakasali na at naka first base na sa sagip, kelangan namang lisanin ang pinas para sunggabin ang offer dito na kumita ng mas malaki. ngayon yung pangarap kung tumulong napakahirap nang mareach. parang nawalan na den ako ng gana. mahirap den kasi kung yung mga non-profit organizations na yun hindi naman pala kelangan ang tulong mo. kaya ngayon ang direksyon nalang ng buhay ko e para sumahod nalang ng sumahod. para makapagpadala sa pinas. para makapaglakwatsa. para makabili ng kung ano ano. grabeeh kung iisipin napakamakasarili ko noh? pero ganun talaga. siguro ang pagiging makasarili eh ugali na ng tao na mahirap tanggalin. at minsan me mga direksyon sa buhay na gusto nateng tahakin pero kung hindi nman para saten yun, hindi talaga pwede. para bang ipipilit ko lng ipasok sarili ko sa pintuan na hindi naman ako kasya.
actually, masaya naman ako nakakalungkot lang na tatanda na naman ako na parang walang masyadong malinaw na direksyon ang buhay. tapos parang routinary nalang ang ginagawa ko at nangyayari sa paligid ko. pero parang ayoko na den naman nang mageffort para irevive ang mga plans ko sa life ko. parang minsan nakakapagod kasi mangarap; nakakapagod magplano.
kaya mula ngayon bahala na si Lord. susundin ko nalang kung anong gusto Nia. kahit naman sa trabaho sa opisina mas marunong akong sumunod kesa sa maglead. kaya ang buhay ko, ipagpapasaDyos ko nalang. para alam ko na ang landas na tinatahak ko e tama. hindi naman ito matatawag na katamaran dahil lahat paren ng paglakad e ako gagawa. pagkakaiba lamang e ang direksyon na tatahakin ko gawa ng Diyos. Pag ginawa ko ito, alam ko next year na birthday ko. Uber magiging masaya na ako.