Thursday, September 20, 2012

Bow, beggars, bow!


By Rolo B. Cena
Hushed Poppies
Dumaguete Star Informer
23 September 2012


Cebu City, Philippines – Every morning along the street, I could see them populating the area with some others.  Occasionally, they would rest at the façade under the traffic lights when the red light switches on.  She’s accompanied by a woman ten or fifteen years of her junior.  Her younger companion would normally usher her to cars or taxi cabs whenever the green light catches the flare. 

She’s blind but able to walk.

What contrasts the scene is the vivid fact that along the area where they beg for some pennies, the regional office of the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD) nestles.  Adding insult to the injury, the house built by the Department for the “lost and the less fortunate” Filipinos stands across the street.

They are not blind; they are very able to walk.

Lately, P-Noy has been hoping against hope of meeting Hu Jin Tao of the Imperial Chinese powers.  During their tete-a-tete at the recent APEC summit in Vladivostok, Russia, he was hoping to meet him; he failed.  Lately, he was still hoping to meet him.  He dreamt. 

What runs counter to his action now is when he heeds not the recommendation of Sen. Panfilo Lacson to talk to the Chinese government over the Scarborough to avoid trading the barbs.  Uncalled for exchange of hullabaloos can only propel unsolicited messages that can possibly, if not probably, smudge the relationship we have established with the Asian economic giant.  Now, he is in dire need.

P-Noy is not blind; he can ably walk.  More to this, he is not deaf; he can audibly listen.

Recently, Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile exchanged accusations and unpleasant words with Senator Antonio Trillanes IV over Scarborough Shoal.  The former even lambasted the latter for calling Sec. Romulo a “traitor” during the meeting with China.  It was reported that Enrile was just responding to the privilege speech of Trillanes accusing the former of being a “lackey” of former President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.

Senators Trillanes and Enrile would have recalled that both of them staged and defined their own respective and peculiar sense of being a traitor:  The former led a military uprising against former Pres. Arroyo, claiming themselves as protectors of the Republic; the latter   consciously defended the dictator who was gradually killing the Republic and killed hundreds of people.  Just wondering what happened to the arrest and search order during the martial law days.

They are not blind; they can skillfully walk.  More than this, they can even dexterously kill people in the guise of protecting the national interest of the Republic.  Witnesses can attest to that; some of them are still alive despite the consequential economic, social and political deprivation.

The mid-term elections are coming close.  Politicians in the guise of Enrile, Trillanes, et al are starting to make ripples in the red seas of dirty Philippine politics:  Ripples that effectively send signals of trust-me, believe-me, and vote-me flyers; ripples that contagiously deliver signs of don’t-forget-me, don’t-forget-my-dad, and don’t-forget-my-son fillers.

Pleas can be articulated anytime; providential response is never pre-mature; politically-colored man-made mercy is.     

The blind, old woman down the street nobly begs for her sustenance sans the intention to cheat or steal at all.  These politicians of the “Peoples’ Hall” do beg in the guise of public nods, competently articulated sentiments with the oppressed, and sending financial helps and cause-oriented programs to the poor people, with the end in mind of getting back their investments.

Truly, when one is in dire need:  bow, beggars, bow!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Of Desserts and Character


By Rolo B. Cena
Hushed Poppies
Dumaguete Star Informer
16 September 2012

Cebu City, Philippines – With the 2013 Mid-term elections drawing near, anybody who has articulated his plan to run for public office can be a staple over everybody’s table.  With the advent of plug-and-play media, everybody can be an easy prey to character assassination.

In one of her radio programs, Korina Sanchez commented that “dark and small malignant spirits” wanted to take over the post of secretary of department of interior, following speculations on who shall relieve Sec. Jesse Robredo who died in a plane crash off the waters of Masbate.  This solicited inquiry, if not investigation, among political rivals, friends and allies.

And high-profile Jejomar Binay, the country’s second highest elected official is no exemption to this.  He believes he is the “dark and small malignant spirit.”  Arguably though, he can be; thanks to Ms. Sanchez for suggesting if not indicating, but is he?

He is dark – yes; but he is not small, literally and figuratively.  Is he a spirit? – No!  He is not elemental; you can see and feel him anytime.  So what’s the point?  Let’s take a ride!

Without hesitation at all, Binay expressly revealed his plan to run for presidency early this year.  God bless him!    

Character assassination happens anytime, anywhere, to anybody.  This is realistically true!

It happens in the clan:  When former President Corazon Aquino was new to Malacanang, a lot has been told about her brother’s close and unwavering allegiance to the former dictator Ferdinand Marcos. It was said that all the economic and political excesses of Martial Law benefited not only the first family but also the cronies.  And this includes Danding Cojuanco of the San Miguel Corporation fame, among others. 

It happens in the team:  When the Philippine Dragon Boat Team won half a dozen of gold medals in Tampa, Florida, the Philippines Olympic Committee chaired by Pepeng Cojuanco was urged to recognize them as a national team.  Clashes ensued.  The worst was:  The POC leadership demanded that they be subjected to drug tests for seemingly lame and unacceptable reasons.  Soccer Team Azkal was at the height of their commercial and commercialized popularity then, but never has won any gold for the country.  Cobra stays strong:  Milan World Championship was another feat for a half-dozen gold medals despite character assassination.

It happens in the corporate world:  When one Biology professor from UP accused her boss of sexual harassment, her credibility was mocked and integrity as a professor questioned.   While she won the case, she lost the renewal of her contract.  The chairman of the committee was her boss, whom she accused.  To date, she was hailed as the foremost local and international scientist in her field.   

It can happen to even the most ordinary of people:  In your organization, in my organization. In can happen to you, it can happen to me.  And it is chronically happening now.  Beware!

When it was announced that Jejomar Binay is running against Mar Roxas for the vice presidential slot, much have been told against him by the same media personalities; Roxas was the darling of the crowd.  Earlier in the race, Binay was even speculated to lose.  But with the twist of fate, he won!

Evidently, victims of character assassination stays; assassinators don’t:  Danding stays; that UP Professor waves; the Dragon Boat Team sails; and Binay flies.  
                            
Regardless of how grandest, festive or sumptuous the meal is on the table, not everybody can be very happy to join the banquet; not even all those who are invited are blissfully and healthily filled.  And do not be surprised:  Sometimes, not all desserts are sweet. 

Friday, September 7, 2012

Of Dinner and Flash Floods


By Rolo B. Cena
Hushed Poppies
Dumaguete Star Informer
09 September 2012

Cebu City, Philippines – A festive dinner has been agreed by Roxanne and I just to push with our plan to personally meet.  She is a colleague in the industry who happens to be the wife of my distant and yet-to-be-acquainted-with cousin from Bantayan Island, Cebu.  The plan to meet has been postponed several times due to conflicts in my schedule.

At exactly six in the evening, while I was wrapping up and preparing to depart from the seemed-to-be eternity tiring office works, she phoned in to say that she and her husband cannot proceed due to flash floods along the vicinity.  She stays and works in Mandaue.  The long and short of it is:  the planned dinner date wouldn’t push through courtesy of the plaguing monsoon rains, once again.

I joined with my team and dropped by Colon, the oldest street in the Country nestling central to all thoroughfares in downtown Cebu with the hope of finding a cab for me.  Upon sight, I recall Manila streets drowned in commercially infected flashfloods, motorists banging their horns in the hope of getting out of the traffic, pedestrians running after passenger jeepneys and taxi cabs for a seat.  Everybody is wet; everybody is pressed to get home.  And so must I!

Frustrated for almost one hour, I took another jeepney ride to the nearby mall as my perceived fear of the risks associated with the area of Colon was mounting.  In the mall, a long queue at the taxi stand added fuel to the fire.  I had to hire a street kid to fetch a cab for me for twenty pesos; it didn’t work out, though. 

Thinking that a place of worship can be a safer place for me, I hurriedly scurried towards Sto. Rosario Church nearby unmindful of the downpours that soaked my physique; everyone in the street immersed in the fortuitous torrents:  kids paddling through the high floods; annoyed and irritant citizens wading towards all directions for protection and ride.  For almost two hours I reluctantly stood at the church door posting like a sentinel trying to protect the Holy One.  It would have been a good idea to do my rituals inside but the nuisances of the freaky night consumed my passion and reverence.

It would have been a night for me:  a sumptuous dinner with a couple whom I had wanted to meet to establish my genealogical connection to the past fast forward to the present.  For decades, we are detached from my paternal family although recently the phenomenal trends of Facebook and Twitter, emails, Skype and yahoo chats pave the way for our terrestrial and virtual 24/7 trysts. 

But it was a night planned to be good that went sour:  sumptuous dinner ticked out, flash floods ticked in; dry and comfortable atmosphere marked off, wet and inconvenient night marked in; easy and opportune travel checked out, difficult and ill-timed search for a ride checked in.  It was such a very messy four-hour Tuesday night that turned out to be my first milestone in Cebu.                

Soaked, shivered, and starving, from the church I decided to walk to the area of Ramos with the end in mind of finding one decent ride back home.  At least in this area, only a few would have chosen to stay to seek for fast and comfortable ride, I thought.  Lo and behold, the area is also flooded, this time with people, not by torrential rain waters.  Fortunately, I found one taxi cab but with an American challenger.  The good thing was, the cab driver chose and not the tourist.  And I wondered why. 

Most often, personal plans do not really find favors with the Almighty; rushed activities do.  Like the torrents that paralyzed the city last Tuesday, things do not happen by chance.  Not everyone get the premium overnight!            .