Bakit Tayo Masaya Kapag may Nasasktan?

Makailang libong pagmamasid na din ang aking nasaksihan madalas iniisip ko kung likas ba itong taglay ng ating dugo?

Sa aking pagsisiyasat natukalasan kong nagmula itong bagsik ng kaugalian at tinik ng puso mula pagkabata.  Kapag hindi lang may nasasaktan... o natataranta, napapahiya at nanghihila paibaba?

Nung ako'y nadapa, tinawanan ako ng aking mga kalaro.  Ang laki ng natamo kong sugat sa kaliwang tuhod.  Walang tumulong sa akin upang tumayo.  Habang papalapit ako sa aming bahay ng umiiyak, nagluluha naman ng dugo't mantika ang aking sugat.  Hinipan ko at sinubukang pakalmahin ang aking sarili ngunit hindi ko magawa.

"Mama, ayoko na silang maging kalaro", sabay hikbi. Sabi sa akin, "HIHIHI, hindi yan aabot sa bituka... puntahan mo tatay mo! Magluluto ako. Bukas, bati na kayo ng mga kaibigan mo".

"Papa, huhu ayoko na pong lumabas ng bahay...lagi na lang walang tumutulong sa akin", sabay yuko. "HEHEHE, halika nga't umupo ka... hugasan natin yan ng pinakulo kong dahon ng bayabas. Tapos sabunan natin para mabilis matuyo".

Lumipas ang ilang araw at buwan, nadiskubre kong mas nakakaaliw at may seguridad kasama ang aking mga kapatid.  Si kuya at si bunso (wala pa noon ang totoo naming bunso). 

Nanggaling ako sa publikong paaralan.  Madalas gamit ko ang bisekleta papunta at pauwi ng aming bahay.  Kung susumahin, aabot ng pitong minuto ang aabutin bago makarating.

Umuulan at kumikidlat nang mga panahong iyon.  Naisip ko't nagdidilim na baka ako'y mapalo kung aabutin ako ng takip-silim.  Sa aking takot, pinadyak ko ang pedal at saka pinaikot ng mabilis.  Wala pa mang isang minuto ngunit basang-basa na ang aking uniporme, bagong aklat at gamit sa loob ng bag.

Dumating ako ng nakangiti't tuwang-tuwa sa pag-abot ko sa bahay ng matiwasay.  Sinalubong ako ng sigaw!  "Bakit ka lumusob sa ulan?!? Sana pinatila mo man lang!" "Sorry po Mama, HUHUHU", ng maraming beses.

Napalo ko ng sinturon.  Tumilapon ang mga bagay na dapat nasa sala lamang namin.  Ang sandok na matibay panluto'y namaluktot. Hindi ko na maintindihan ang sermon sa akin dahil nakitang tinatawanan na ako ng aking mga kapatid.

Nagsikap akong mag-aral.  At sa kahit anong sikap ng tao, may gusot pa din talagang kailangang plantsahin at butas na kailangang malampasan...may bagay na kailangang malaman at pagkakataon na kailangan mong maipasa!

Sa silid-aralan kung saan may umutot ng tahimik, may umiyak ng bulgaran, sumemplang ng indak, bumokya sa pagsusulit... maraming natawa kaysa dumamay!

Sa labas ng paaralan may libro ding sinusunod at aral sa kusang matututunan... kung saan ako nakaligo sa pool ng libre, naakyat ang tower na ipinagbabawal, lumundag sa kanal para umeskapo sa may nanghuhuling pulis at habulin ng mapangil na aso sa kabilang subdibisyon.  Lahat ng ito'y marami ang natawa.

Sa buhay ng iba sumasalamin naman ang ilang kwento tulad kapag may nabuluna'y sinasabi natin, "gusto mo batok?" Kaysa alukin ng tubig. Kapag may nadulas, siya pang masasabihan ng "tanga-tanga kasi".  Kapag walang baon, "ay kawawang bata!". Kung halimbawa nagkamali, kasindak-sindak na pangungutya ang ilan pang matatanggap.

Subalit habang lumalaki at tumatanda ako, nalaman kong ang pagtawa pala ay mabigat na hamon.  Salamat at napatuyan ko ito ng maaga bago pako umabot at mag-aral sa unibersidad.

Ang walang katulad na pamilya ko, kaibigang itinuring, mga sitwasyong buwis buhay. Lahat ng ito tinawanan ko kahit masakit! Ganito kalakas ang tawang "HAHAHA", abot hanggang kapit-bahay.  Akalaing nanalo ako sa lotto kahit hindi ako tumataya!

Sa aking trabaho, ang hirap.  Sa totoo'y walang madali sa buhay at propesyon.  Pero nakuhang kong ngumiti ng kaunti dahil may ibang kasamahan na hindi mo maiiwasan.  Paminsan, mismong tao na nagpapasweldo sa'yo ang nagpapasakit.  Minsan, alam nilang hirap na hirap ka at hindi masaya pero parang abusadong didikdikin ka pa ng trabaho.  O mga nasa paligid mo na hindi abot-kamay na tutulong para magawang mabilis ang mga minamadaling produkto.  Bagkus sila pa itong manggugulo para mabaling ang atensyon sa bagay na hindi mahalaga.

Inisip ko, kailangan ko din maging masaya. Ang tumawa kahit mapahiya. Sa katunayan, mahusay na akong humawak ng mga ganitong pagkakataon, "HOHOHO".

Sa harap ng bagong tayong Palasyo ng Malaysia kung saan ang pila ng pagpapakuha ng letrato dito sa kabayo't kawal ay mahigit isang daang tao.  Isipin mo na sa oras na ako'y lumapit, ang kaibigang hayop ay umihi at kagatin ang taba sa aking tiyanan!

Saka may lumapit sa akin na kaibigang bigo sa pag-ibig...nanlulumo at umiiyak. Saka ko nasabihang "hahaha dapat handa ka ding masaktan!"  Saka may tumabi sa aking kakilala't umaming nanakawan at niloko ng kaibigan. Saka ko nasabing "hehehe bakit ka mabilis nagtiwala?" Saka may nagmatapang na magpahayag na pabigat siyang tao at bigong lagutin ang hininga sa sarili nitong kamay. Saka ko nasabing, "hihihi maging mulat ka sa hukom ng Diyos".

Hindi nako nadadala sa mga ganitong pakulo.  Naaapektuhan na lamang ako kung ang ukol ng balitang aking natatanggap ay sa taong nagparamdaman sa akin kung papaano tumawa ng "hohoho" kapag tinatawanan. Yung nagpakita sa akin kung bakit nila ginawang tumawa kung ako'y nasasaktan at lumuluha ng may mahinang bigkas ng "huhuhu?"

Ayokong sagutin ang katungang aking ipinaskil.  Dahil ikaw at kayo mismo ang makakapagsabi anong tulong at epektong makukuha natin matapos tayong tawanan sa napakita't nagawa nating mali...ngunit dapat maging matalino tayo sa pagtanggap ng pagbabago at pagsunod ng tama!

Ole, Ole, Bali!!!

26/ 09/12

9:20pm

Just got to plane, Densapar Bali International Airport

Selamat datang for the Journey

The pristine beach, rocky seabed, clear blue sky, the sound of a flashing waves, terrific garnished foods at the seashore, the richness of their culture, their (idols and) faithfulness, thousand of years to tell about the story of temple, the narrow roads, an era of unseen and undiscovered experiences, those people who’d escaped on extravagant lifestyle and/or challenging work life, all to God’s creation.

This is Bali, a lovely place, the innate of romantic ambiance, the Hawaii of the East, Paris with the tower, mixture of somewhat heaven in earth, where you can build your temporal golden mansion reflecting during the sunset at the edge of the cliff on the mountain.

Terimakasi for the Journey

I have learned that our life is like a river that flows down, evaporates,recycles and regenerates. There are some dry or greener lands, dangerous act of water, broad calm operation, quickly moving fast and its unpredictable nature.  Life, wherein we need to paddle hard to reach the destination safely which prayed for. While the raft is moving for 2.5hrs with 16km, I felt that the big stumbling blocks make you fastened the journey, after that great bump. And the small hindrances that you’ve passed allow you to have more cautious in decision whether you will tackle it, enjoy the process or ignore white waiting for the distance. The more patiently bearing each uncertain circumstances that the water leave its mark of a wiser and stronger you can be. To ponder that it’s up to you on how you wanted to perceive that every moment.

I small-high falls that I cross over reminded me a shower of blessings. Either you will catch or perpendicularly move away, but it will be always there. The fishes that swam along with me, snake that sneaked, butterflies that flew away, that naked young ones that runs against the river current completed this so called --- amazing natural resources. I love every single pieces and bits that mine bare eyes can be manifold witness. Wide-open I enjoy to appreciate more the beauty that was revealed as I walked on the land of fantasy.

The breeze of the air from the green trees, the scents of the flowers, the sharp volcanic rocks, hot springs nearby the crater, the black-walled solid formed rocks are unexplainable. The antique handicrafts made by real Balinese, the silk produced from their own places and precious manpower that tried their best to act and fit in on a fast-paced world they belong to.

Ole’ Ole Bali

This is an island for a proper treats of relaxation, not for a formal retirement. Some may would --- but this then will not be Bali anymore. Imagine if old-aged people are there for good, then it should be peaceful, slow and quiet. So, the vibrant streets at night, friendly smile of visiting guests/ foreigners, the distinct character of the local Indonesian, you must take note. It definitely invites you to smile, wonder and re-think. Oh whatever is there, Oh what an experience! I requested for milk, they gave me coffee. I asked for American breakfast and so they putted on my table an Indonesian breakfast set. I ordered for a bunch of seafood but they lost the slip after an hour of waiting, I bursted. I wanted a local street foods at the restaurants, they directed me to a village. They fined me, I questioned why, they said I should live an Indonesian style and pointed out the time, they came late. For them 30mins Indonesian time due to travel makes an hour of International time. I have thrown a joke, the made it into a serious mode. But when we are setting apart, everything turned to pure grey.

Astonished, a day when I fell at the sea made me terrified, as I held tight to protect myself after monkies snatched my friend’s slipper, as I glided along with parasiling at the sky with the tiny water rides down there and drove across the huge waves through jetsky, I really captured every minute, an unforgettable remembrance I can describe to any language..

Warung for the gratefulness

As I journeyed with this modern paradise, I hope that the world can see this too. The news that I’ve heard are horrifying, Muslim killing Christians in Pakistan, USA planning to bomb Saudi Arabia,  chemical attack to Syria,incensed father to daughter in Tibet, family that breakdown, the greedy people seeking for special power, gang rape to India, floods and pork barrel in Philippines, shivering earthquakes, calamities, sickness, death and overall status, it is not well.

And to eat the delicious food served to me made a great turn to pray Above. To thank Him I still I have experienced eating on an environment of a paddy field, corn beside seashore, to got scared with the fangs of trained monkeys as they snatch valuable things at the temple and to open my mouth with a WOW factor and AHAH! Praising and leaping with God, the Creator!

To bid goodbye to Bali is another painful one. Yet life should be like that, similar to the kite there at clouds which I saw at my car’s window. They push and pull the thread, connected to the kite being an experience, so to let go is another story. Nonetheless, it must really be, for you to declare the good things to other.

I’d like to be back soon, to look back and settle everything back! Whenever my loved ones are ready, to have the clarity on myself and for others to be blissful as I share my sheer of joy.

Missing everything now, I LOVE Bali

Jakeson Garzon Quiatchon

26/09/2013

10:35pm

In the middle of nowhere, towards Changi Airport, Singapore