A Pouring Like Ondoy

 

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Poor heavens, you’re always to blame when floodings plow the plains;
Gone were the old creeks; Lost to lumbers, the trees that hold the feet;
The Heads saw you coming, at least not in the immediate now, just maybe, not yet.
PAGASA reported; eyes tied to tracks and predicted: It will rain.
Then the rain was a storm and PAGASA scrambled for a name … ONDOY.
Yet it seems PAGASA held on the wind vanes and forgo the telling of the rains.
Heavens is not crying, heavens not even weeping. Heavens is cursing.

So it poured, and poured and poured and poured and …. poured … and p…
The storm seems not to like it’s name … or it’s really not the name it curses against.
The storm unleashed it’s wrath. Ondoy seems enjoying … and lived to become a disaster….
Ah Yes! maybe Ondoy is KSP (kulang sa pansin), and wants to call some attention..Ondoy-wave
Yes, Ondoy wants to get even and likes some Head’s head turn to him … so they did.
True enough disaster summons all especially the Disaster Council and Development Authority.
It was a test! Ondoy was the examiner, not for the to-be-teachers or to-be-barristers, but Ondoy eyes the wish-masters.

Water everywhere … people scamper…heads got a turner…the test is on… Ondoy is a hell of a teacher.
Most were caught up with no paper; Many lost the pen; Most a crammer including the dean’s listers;
Not a chance for a cheater …. all eyes on the masters, the master’s master and the wishmasters.
Cling anywhere … keep the hunger … hope for no fever … save a moments breath … we will be there, we promise … soon (peks man) the voice all over.

Mobile phones ring a 911 … all were heard and were marked NOTED. Callers … you may cling for now, basta, we will be there …

Mobile phone batteries are dead; so are the people. Thousands with anger and doubtful hope embraced the darkness and cold; crickets snore and retire in the midst of whining, splashing and whipping.

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The rescue trucks are blocked on the road. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. The water is high. The current is strong. It’s wet and muddy. It’s risky. Stranded ones, just cling and hope for life.

Isn’t this the scenario rescuers are trained for? Isn’t this when rescuers are needed for? Isn’t this what the budget is for?

Is it a game of hope and wishes that threat to life of the victim passover, before a daring rescue is set? Good there are those like Zorro (Richard Gutierrez) rescuing Eva (Christine Reyes); or the soldier dying rescuing a 20+ victims; or an 18-year-old saving a few months old child; and the rest of the expectedly un-equipped and untrained and un-budgetted and private citizens. Good enough the flood relented and subsided.

Woe the rest of the victims with councils and masters half-prepared and half-predicting despite the billions and battalions. Worst, all in the heart of the Philippines. Where the best of heads and councils seat.

Ondoy left … Ondoy swears … Ondoy jitters … Ondoy laughs … the test all failed in … masters and wishy-ones didn’t pass the chance. They speak with heads down. The only proud ones are the civilians doing a pouring like Ondoy did with all the relief and helping hands … from the civilian and private citizens hands not from the supposed master’s hands.

Yes, the masters did some BUT never met the expectation from the seats they are in.  It’s a national seat and this day is the only time they are mostly needed. Worst, the disaster happened in the very nose of the seats.   Indeed, disasters reveal and uncover … the waters, the Earth, the heavens and even hell.

Poor Heavens … you are all to blame as they say. Rain is from the heavens, Flood is from the earth. In the meantime, Ondoy, your name is a delisting.

The “Ondoy” liner

National Disaster Council caught in the middle of a disaster.

NDCCs raft no match to Ondoy’s wrath.

Raft floats not crawl.

Saturday. People called for help ASAP. Stranded. cold and no food on the roofs and on foot.  The Officer promised: Massive rescue works on Monday.

Kris did better than “ondoy” … rains and flood of donation in less than 24 hours.

Zorro rescued and saved Eva via a boat and a ride.

Provident Village or Forbidden Village?

Rescuers stranded.  Victims stranded. Pray for luck. 

Where are the Knights in Shining Armor? lost in the round table?

ABS-CBN update re Storm “Ondoy”

 

more about “ABS-CBN update re Storm “Ondoy”“, posted with vodpod

 

 

 

Auschwitz Death Camp

Watching the documentary film ”Nazi Scrapbooks from Hell: Auschwitz Death Camp” is revolting.  It is indeed a monster’s act of sheer evil.  Yet, it happened.

By accident, the scrapbooks were found and the unknown was left open – a pandora’s box of the Holocaust.

By National Geographic

By National Geographic

It is impossible to fully grasp by sheer imagination awakened by documentary films how and what it really was then.  Picked up in masse; forcedly loaded, hauled, cramped and locked in a train; travelled in days totally unknowing where the tracks lead; abruftly halted and disembarked in the middle of nowhere where barbed-wire and warehouses lined in a distance; lined and finger-pointed to another segregation line where families and ties never existed; stripped and shaved from head to toe aggravating possible face recognition; wondering in wait what follows; standing in wait for an older family or child to reappear;  looking up seeing smoke billowing over a mysteriously large chimney in commotion and continued hauling and segregation of  lined up lost people -  siren echoes …. then, silence.  There’ll be a next day … so was hoped for … or rather, whished to none …

By National Geographic

By National Geographic

I may not reach the ground zero of a death camp, but I know I will reach a ground zero of my person.  The scrapbooks were meant to survive.  Survivors are meant to outlive the chambers and a death camp.  All for the 21st century not only to know and remember … but importantly to live without repeating that page of man’s history — a holocaust.

Born to succeed

What makes one successful in life and career?  Is there a formula? Is it the choices one make?  a lifting from somebody? destiny? or a stroke of plain luck? … I wonder ….

Is there a measure of success?  Is it according to the material things acquired? or the privileges and luxuries one has? Is it in the number of one’s people-network … be they friends or mere acquaintances?  Is it in the quality of one’s happiness and contentment?  A measure of quantity and quality? … I wonder …

How one manages to get to a certain degree of success in life is a baflling fact … one did it but others did not (or not yet) … but all in spite of same measure of struggles and efforts. 

Getting to the other end indeed takes a litany of questions.   Yet, a tingling sense whispers … life is all about facing daily challenges …. questioning and finding answers … all enveloped in being happy with what is at hand knowing that somewhere in the coming time there is more that can be done and can be achieved, better than the now … for the truth is, and I truly beleive, that all are born to succeed and achieve ….  nothing should hinder ….

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