Monday, November 30, 2015
The Eternal Recurrence Of Chris
About a month ago, an officemate of mine passed away in a road accident. Like most days, he chose to bike to work that day and was hit by a car he was waiting on the lane to cross. It was between 7-8 am, and he was about a kilometer away from the office when he passed.
I did not know Chris, and I wager he was a far better man than I am. We do share several stark similarities. Both of us have been in the same company for 10 years, we both have a 5-year old who likes Spiderman, and we both have a baby on the way.
The way people are – we should not just be pointlessly disconnected. The grief is real, and even those who did not know him will be able to relate, sympathize or even drive change. His death has started a stir in the city for more share-the-road advocates, eye-openers for drivers to become more mindful of bikers.
I’ve been wanting to bike to the office for some time. It’s a laughable 5km distance and I have to ride the car alone with no one to carpool with. But true enough, our roads, the world-record-breaking traffic and raging drivers are not ready for bicycles. And I’ve been moved, thinking that nothing will ever happen if we just leave things as how they are now if we literally just burn more fuel into the system.
And so I got myself a helmet, borrowed my brother’s bike, and set myself pedaling to work on some days. I also added cycling to my cross-training. It’s just a start.
My eyes opened not only to a driver’s mindfulness, but to the serenity and hidden stories, sounds, and smells of a city that I often take for granted when I drive past through it the air-conditioned enclosing of a car. Now I can really pause for a few minutes to see the sunset. And every time, I also honor Chris.
Now let’s get this company to incentivize employees who bike to work, and have them start installing showers.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Ang Iyong Hinabing Haraya
Limang taon na ang nakalilipas mula ng tumapak kami sa loob ng tanghalan. Madalas, dati, bilang magkasintahan, malikhain ang mga gabi namin sa pagpanood ng mga dula, pagtanghal, pelikula, at sayaw. Hanggang sa pinayaman at inubos ang oras namin ng pagiging magulang. Hanggang muli naming panonood ang iyong dula sa eskwela.
“Sumabay ang puso ko sa paglundag,” sinabi mo. My heart skipped along. Isa ka sa mga ibon na umawit ng “Tignan mo, tignan mo, galing ko at talento. Di ko akalain na meron akong, natatanging lakas.” Akmang akma at napapanahon ang mga linya ng isang dula na umikot sa temang bullying.
Hindi naman drama ang palabas, pero tuloy tuloy ang tahimik ko na pagluha sa galak – lalo na kung paano pumusisyon ang pagkilos ng dula kasama ang mga ka-eskwela mo na iba ang abilidad (dating tinatawag na may kapansanan). Hindi rin bilang bida ang pagganap mo, pero mukha namang natural ang paggalaw mo sa ilalim ng ilaw.
Meron din mga hiwaga na malinaw na sa amin ngayon. Tulad ng ligaya bilang magulang. Tulad ng buong puso naming pagmamahal sayo at higit pa.
At hindi lang ikaw ang nagsayaw ngayong gabi. Habang nasa entablado ka, sumabay din ang munti mong kapatid, hinahabi sa sinapupunan.