Miyerkules, Setyembre 11, 2013

Do we ever learn?

It was our first day class during my second year in high school. Our history professor walked inside our classroom and what we noticed is that he was carrying only his class record, a pen and two pieces of chalk. He placed his class record ...and pen on the desk and then proceeded to write something on the board. I was confused at what he wrote on the board. It wasn’t certainly the subject of our lesson. It wasn’t even English or Tagalog. Upon seeing our confused faces, he said that it was his name that was written on the board. He said he did it because teens like us, always tend to do the opposite of what we were asked to do.

After a brief introduction, he proceeded to our lesson. I was expecting the standard question you’d expect on the first day like “What is History?” However, the first question he asked was, “Why do we need to study history?” Our answers were, “to know our origin.” or “to know the events that took place in past.” More or less, all our answers implies so that we will be informed about the events that took place years ago.

When our entire class of less than twenty has given their answers, he then answered his own question. He said, “We need to study history because history tends to repeat itself. If we know our history, we are prepared for what is happening in our present and what we perceive to happen in the future. We study history in order not to make the same mistakes we did in the past.”

When he said those words, it was as if it was forever imbued in my memory. I never knew why, but those words seemed to make an impact on me. It’s been a decade since I heard those words and with the events that are currently unfolding, I can’t help but remember those words.

Currently, wars are unfolding both inside and outside our country. I am not an expert on wars or military strategies and tactics. I hardly remember the dates on which war took place when. They say in history books, that a particular side won this war because of tactics, or because the people knew the terrain better, or that they intercepted certain information which they used to their advantage or that they were clever enough to use pseudonyms and codes when delivering messages.

As I grew older, I’ve seen enough documentaries, interviews or movies about war. I’ve even read books or watched musicals depicting war scenes. That’s when I realized, nobody truly wins in a war. There is only loss, sadness and destruction. Over and over, we learn in our history class that after a war, a lot of lives were lost. Nations are destroyed. War has damaged the people both physically and emotionally.

So why then that after a rebuilding everything that war has destroyed, people still resolve to violence? We know the consequences of war so why do people still do things that may lead to their destruction?

What do we gain from war? Freedom? Independence? Is this reason enough to have lives and nations destroyed? We have learned more than enough to know the casualties of war. Isn’t there any other way to gain these things without us destroying each other? Do we really have to respond to violence with violence?

It was only now that I realized how truthful the words that my professor said. History really does repeat itself. They teach us in class of the horrors of wars and yet somehow it fails to teach some of us not to repeat these horrors. We’ve been taught what triggers a war. We know what happens when we retaliate. Yet we make the same mistakes over and over.

In schools, religious institutions and even in our home, we were always taught to do the right thing. We were taught to not to resolve to evil deeds. But do we ever learn? Maybe my history professor was right. We are a world full of teenage-minded beings. We do the exact opposite of what we are asked to do and what we should’ve done.

“We are fickle stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction.” – Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Biyernes, Mayo 24, 2013

What's up with Dan Brown's Inferno?


What's up with Dan Brown's Inferno?

Daming bashers at ranters.

I haven't read the book, though I might say Brown's statement is a bit exaggerated.
But then again, its FICTION right? Siguro naman entitled siya sa sarili niyang opinion. Fiction is sometimes a stretched form of reality (credit to whoever said that).

We live in the Philippines that's why we know that living here is not as bad as it seems. Sanay na kasi tayo kaya hindi "gates of Hell" ang tingin natin. Eh para kaya sa mga foreigners? Galing sila sa mga developed countries kaya almost utopian ang mundo nila. Therefore, ang opinion nila sa bansa natin is worse than it seems.

He sees the Philippines in his own eyes and what he sees may be different from what we see because we came from different places. Some say that Brown doesn't have any right to depict Manila in that manner as he has never been in Manila. Well people, meron ng media ngayon. Merong internet, meron international news channel. One way or another, pwedeng nakuha ni Brown ang image ng Manila out of news articles, documentaries, blogs or even first-hand account of his friends (who may have visited Manila).

Rather than ranting, we can prove that there is still something good in our country that is worth living for. At a glance, some may not appreciate the beauty of Manila because in reality, poverty is abundantly seen in Manila. Some are really resorting to "reacting on primal instincts for survival". But there are still a greater number of people who are resilient, with strong faith and will always find something to smile about knowing that somehow tomorrow will be a better day.

One thing I do know about being a Filipino is that we value our morality. We are people known for hospitality, respect and compassion. Nasaan na ngayon ang respect kung magra-rant tayo dahil lang sa opinion ng isang author? Paano ngayon tayo matatawag na hospitable and friendly kung ang opinion ng isang tao ay di natin kaya tanggapin at bagkus ay sinasalubong ng mga masasamang salita? Instead of being hospitable, nagiging hostile ang reaction ng mga tao. Is this what you call the welcoming nature of Filipinos? 

I do not mean to turn a blind eye on Brown's depiction of Manila in Inferno. As a Filipino, masakit marinig na yan ang nakikita ng ibang tao sa capital natin but it doesn't mean na wala ring basis ang sinabi niya.  No matter where he got his depiction of Manila (even if it is his imagination), let us not deny the fact that poverty (sometimes caused by overpopulation and eventually resulting to prostitution and child labor) is an existing problem in our country . Some may say that Brown's depiction is exaggerated (only a bit for me), some say it is almost near truth and some claim that it is inaccurate. But hasn't anyone noticed that nobody claimed that those problems DO NOT EXIST in Manila?

What I do hope is that people will take Dan Brown's opinion as an eye-opener for us. We cannot deny the fact that poverty is an existing problem in our country.  The government and other organizations are addressing the problems depicted in Brown's book. It may seem to others that this is hardly felt, but please keep in mind that in order to properly address those concerns, we should cooperate with those trying to help us. We cannot rely nor be dependent on the government and other organizations that they will magically solve our problems. We must also help ourselves.

Going back to Brown's Inferno, I've only read the plot summary from Wikipedia and from reading that (This is a bit of a spoiler so for those who are curious to read it, please do not read the following sentences):

I love how the ending of the book helps us appreciate the real value of one's life. I  just imagined that if the ending did happen - which will be very devastating and sad; [ I do not (in any means) want that catastrophe to happen] people will almost never resort to abortion, suicide or murder and each breath of life will be rejoiced knowing how precious and valuable it is.

Imagine a world like that? So while the world we currently live in is thankfully not as catastrophic as the ending of Brown's Inferno, I want people to appreciate the real value of one's life. (I wish people would rather delve into that than keep on ranting).

(Wow, this is a long post. I'm almost ranting (Well, am I?). If I am, then I am almost being a hypocrite. This is just my opinion so please bear with me.)