One memory that stayed with me as I grew older, was the sight of topless women going about their daily chores. This is because I have spent my first childhood years in the city and I was culture shocked when my parents decided to bring me home to the barrio. I never saw anyone naked before and so I stared unashamedly at them .
In those times, in our barrio Taloctoc, women - after getting married - were allowed not to wear any blouse or upper clothing (Yes, they were topless! and no one placed any malice in it.) I would stare straight up at a mother's bare breast, bouncing back and forth as she went around with her daily chores; and no one noticed. (At present, this is not being practised anymore as people became educated about fashion from the city and neighboring towns. Should we consider this as progress?)
During special occasions and fiestas , the native costume for women is a "tapis" which is a colorful, woven, wrap around material that is usually knotted at the waist or tied at the waist. The upper body is covered with a blouse which is from a woven material too, which is cut very simply to accommodate the arms and the neck.
For the male, the g-string is used and nothing more. It is a piece of long rectangular woven material too, that is tied around the man's waist down to his lower body covering his private parts.
They were simple "clothes" for simple people with simple joys and wants. I was not able to capture the bright colors of the Kalinga costume, but hopefully , in the future I will.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I am happy to announce the winner for the "Comment on The Kalinga Man" contest. Drum roll.....and the winner is - "TASHA'S TAKE", also "THE BIG PICTURE" !
Her comment is the most appropriate and the most creative. I like how she described the daily chores of the young kalinga man, and how the young man would have aspired for an excellent education. Read Tasha's comments below.
My input; The Kalinga man was able to achieve that education in a prestigious university in the city. He brought pride to the native folk by gaining honors and accolade because of his academic and non academic accomplishments.
He is proud to belong to the cultural minority - The Kalingas- and wear this identity like an honor badge.
In this picture, a cultural festival was celebrated in the city. The Kalinga man - already successful with a family of his own - took off his city clothes and proudly donned his native Kalinga costume.
Some would not dare bare their almost naked bodies to show the world that they belong to the cultural minority, but the Kalinga Man is different - he takes pride in it because he knows that there are lots of reasons to be proud of his origin; and that belonging to a certain group of people does not define you as a person. It is what you become that counts.
So in this picture, he had gone to the festivity in his native costume, not only to show the world that he is a Kalinga, but also to share his rich culture and tradition. (Taddok) dances, Salidummays (songs). He has a burning fervor for life!
He had his camera with him and was taking pictures of his family and friends. While doing this, a close friend saw the unique, beautiful contrast of culture and technology in the Kalinga man's pose... and had clicked, in return, this perfect shot!
I have decided to award 4 (four) winners - 1st, 2nd and 3rd ( 500 EC, 300 EC and 150 EC) and a special award (her comment made me smile, and yes the Kalinga man is more updated than me and perhaps you (lol) - 100 EC) . For the rest of the participants -(50 EC each)
I have also mentioned all the participants in a blog roll in this post. My way of saying thank you, in behalf of the Kalinga man and of course, also from me.
Pinoy Around the World
This picture is a perfect illustration of how modern technology and indigenous way of life can be perfectly married. The sight of a Kalinga man in his native attire wielding a camera to capture the beauty of his surroundings is not commonplace, but it does not mean that it is not practicable. By all means, he has all the right and he has the know-how, i suppose, to be using that intimidating piece of gadget.
Miss Write lis
Monday, May 12, 2008
LAST DAY FOR "THE KALINGA MAN" TO BE IN THE FOREFRONT. COMMENTS ARE STILL BEING ACCEPTED. TOMORROW WOULD BE JUDGEMENT DAY.
Contrast of tradition and technology.
I WILL GIVE 500 ENTRECARD CREDITS TO A SELECTED READER WHO WOULD BE ABLE TO COMMENT AND DESCRIBE THIS PICTURE CORRECTLY AND CREATIVELY.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
The Chico river holds many unforgettable memories for me - some good, some bad.
The very fist time I went home from the city when I was 5 yrs old, the river appeared to me as both dangerous and exciting. This is because, my father carried me across the river, atop his shoulders. I enjoyed the "ride" but at the same time fearful that I would topple any moment and be swept with the raging currents swirling around me. The river looked enormous to me then, because all I have seen in the city was a small pond found at the backyard.
When I started primary school, the river served as a vast picnic ground for me and my classmates. During recess and school breaks, we would rush to the river with our pans and pots; wash them, take a swim, go fishing, pick guavas and blackberries and then sometimes cook and stay all day long, just basking in the stillness and beauty of the place. The water was clear, clean and refreshing and the riverbank was of fine gray sand with shiny boulders in between. It was paradise to me.
When I went to the nearby town for my secondary education, the river nearly claimed my life twice. The first time was when we went home amidst a storm and the raging current almost swept me downstream. Thanks to a brave peer, who had been alert enough to rescue me. The second time was when we were diving and my head was struck by a jutting rock that had left me unconscious. Again, friends came to my rescue.
It has been years since I have seen the river. What does it look like now? Someday, I will visit the place and see for myself.