The Man whose Tears Fell at Warsaw by Marc Ace B. Palaganas

“We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field. I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness.”- Yeb Sano

Yeb Sano, the official Philippine delegate at UN Climate

 Summit at Warsaw, Poland wipe

 his tears after delivering his heart felt 

speech in front of the world.

 Photo credits to www.abc.net.au

Every aftermath of a disaster is true weary. Assuredly, it is lots of tears, full of cries, brimming with sorrow and saturated with grievances. The chaos that kissed Philippines recently can be the greatest but it is still one of the many catastrophes that caught the attention of the world.

Before, I keep in visualizing what it feels like being under the wild breeze of Hurricane Katrina, fleeing from being submerged under from an approaching tsunami, be shaken on the earthquake in Haiti, or by a torpedo in Texas. I may not have experienced anything alike circumstances (and still not wishing for it to happen). But recently, by the effect of Yolanda that struck Philippines is an eye-opener of how damn tragedies are.

After the shower of doom given by the typhoon, the sun had shine but there is still the shower of lamentations, people bewailing for their dead/missing relative, for their dead livelihood and for their somewhat dead future.

During these days, there is really no reason yet to make fun though we are kilometers away from Leyte and other nearby, almost-erased islands. Yet, we are not blind and deaf not to see and hear how those people mourn for our help on television, radios and even to sensational tabloids.

I all see them cry and it is true, no drama. The pearl of the orient is now submerged in tears. Don’t be numb.

But there is one Filipino that stood them all and soulfully touches my heart and my eyes teary as well. He is the man whose tears fell at Warsaw.

Yeb Sano, the country’s climate change commissioner and the Philippines’ delegate to the UN climate summit in Warsaw, Poland has conveyed an agonizing plea on Monday.

In the summit, he associated the misfortune the country had undergone to persuade the people of the world to start up to clean their engine and fuel everyone’s desire to save our environment.

“I speak for my delegation, but I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by the storm. I speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected.” Sano said with a cracking voice that signals for the burst of emotion that is going to explode.

The Philippines’ representative refuses the fact that those calamities are natural and unavoidable thus, calling for an urgent resolution for such matter.

Having not get the resolution, he urge the people to commence a voluntary fasting as moved by his very own compassion to those Visayans having no food for the last weeks after the onset of the disaster.

He just made those flags cry, touch their hearts and inspire them as well. He just made it clear how the country appeals for ceasing climate change.

Above all those people who cried bemoaning for their missing relative, Sano, made us cry at all. That brown who gained a standing ovation and a round of applause showed how he love the Filipino people. He, indeed, just deserves to be the delegate of the Philippines to that summit at Warsaw.

As a Filipino, I’m overwhelming with pride because I never think Filipino could have say the right words of motivation and inspiration, the perfect syntax of words ever combined, that could enthuse, change and awaken the spirit of the world on that extent.

Long live to you!

Accrediting the Press ( pursuance of the accreditation exam in Journalism) by Marc Ace B. Palaganas

         Many are called, but few are chosen.

                            

Before, a journalistic career was attainable by everybody as long as one can write. But freshly, when Senator Jinggoy Estrada projected a resolution that requires journalism graduates to take an accreditation exam in order to be a licensed press people, many got indignant and many journalism students's dream turn into blurry as if it move much further, drafting supplementary staircases towards it.

 These gain many pessimistic complaints from different sectors prodding this proposal will just aim to diminish the number of credible journalist existing in this-highly corrupted political country. It was like filtering our race to reduce the number of mouth that will speak against them, hands that will write to reveal their secrets and eyes that will espy over them (including the nose that will sniff their bad-smelling clandestine inside their closets).

All of those stuffs can be true but on another side of the river, however how evil this people plan for our future, we are PUPian journalist, can we fail such simple trial? It is just a matter of proving yourself. Comm’n, we are from the CHED’s Center of Development. Moving on. That's not the real case.

 It is a good thing that out of nowhere, the fourth estaters were in the limelight and we're noticed. The move provoked by the legislator is just a living proof of how religious is it to be a news man, as religious as engineers, architects, accountants and many more science-oriented, mathematically-inclined and mind-twisting courses.

We all know that everyone can write and in this age, it is really hard to distinguish who of them are genuine and who are not. Many stand to be a part of the newsroom but are they credible enough than those who spent four years to master their craft?

Bloggers, pharmacists, doctor, fashion designers, and even actresses are getting easy to obtain the glory of the byline. Are they worthy enough to endure with these powers?

Executive, legislative and judiciary branch move across a needle hole to have their spot on the pinnacle. How about our petty journalists, the fourth branch and the government’s watchdog? Indeed, an accreditation exam is painless if compared and just a simple pre-requisite to acquire such big, gigantic power, the power of the pen.

Today that the news became an essential stuff in life, newsmakers emit much louder noises, happenings and events to cover growing more brutal, it is the perfect time to rear an accredited press, a sifted set of scribes, a registered fourth estaters, a flock of journalism board passers, and a team of licensed writer that will comprised every newsroom, to gauge a spot on our most coveted dream, to have this piece of small paper ( if there’s any) that will certify our right for the privileges laid by the powers of the press and above all, to have journalism itself embedded as a part of our name, of our line and of our career.

Journalism offers one of the biggest powers a citizen could grasp and an accrediting exam is a sieve that will sift those that will qualify to hold the holiest job: only for the able and for the credible. It is just a matter of who are the fittest ones that can manage to captivate the exhilarating powers of the ink.

The accreditation stuff is of good worth to us. At last, we could attain the distinction that before was never given. We will never be just soon a mere journalism graduate but a journalist; registered and licensed. We must not be afraid whether we will or will not pass it or it is just a devil strategy to deduce our number. In the end, our fate is in our own faith. Let us all together hope to acquire our license for us to enter the door of the newsroom of the next-generation press. I decree and declare that within Pupian journalists, many will be called and all will be chosen.