Summer, on my childhood, was the most auspicious time I
treasured. The thorns that brought by a weary schooling had been clutch over my
taut head filled with school lessons. The calluses on my feet in walking from
house to school, vice-versa, which today I cannot imagine that I have choked
that trial, had been eradicated by the joy of being emancipated. And, the
numerical problems that flew over my pivoting eyes had been hurled by the wind
brought by my run of independence.
Piko, pikyaw, taksi, teks, the
ubiquitous tagu-taguan and other native games completed my every day
in summer. It healed my somnolent body and lubricated my muscled rested by
nothing time for exercise and playing during school days. Besides, there was
also kadang-kadang that tested my equilibrium while holding the two
bamboo stilts, bahay-bahayan at the branches of the kawate trees
and the battle between tops which are made of guava tree polished with sand
paper. The cold river was the answer from the sweats we had from the
excruciating sun heat while the tempting fruits of star apple tree standing
alongside the river pervaded our stomach after the swims we had.
Collecting kuhol in rice fields after the river bathe was also
enjoyable because laughs and fun took place instead of idleness. Those games
and experiences were really unforgettable causing me to miss those treasured
moments. If there is a machine to bring me in the past, I would rather bring a
video camera to let the kids nowadays see those blissful events of my life.
Department of Health (DOH) was alarmed because obesity cases
are now starting to ravage the youth. Not just adults at present time are
punctured by the deadly obesity, an abnormality to physical weight which is
said to be deadly, but even elementary students are now at risk this time. DOH
had disclosed to public that internet and getting addicted to some gadgets are
some reasons of this result.
As years comes by, those native games and treasured
experiences I had in past are sentenced by the technology to a guillotine
death. And worst, the death is being disregarded by the children of this
generation who yet not know that those games mark their being Filipino. The
demise of those is near, but those jiffies of my childhood that were part of
our culture have not given justice by the kids who are colonized and allured by
today’s gadgets. The pikoand other games of my past are overlaid by
cellphones, online games and other computer applications which are unhealthy.
For high school students, counter strike, social networking sites and even
the prohibited malefic porn videos are much preferable than enliven our own
diversion. There is no artifice to save the games marking our history; except
if every Filipino child will cheer-up and know its importance for practice. The
feasibility of its death is unpredictable. Thus, even its status is benign or
malignant; the key is the Filipino youth.
As they said, too much is harmful. Although computer
applications based on studies are helpful in improving the children’s
mathematical and logical ability, there should have an equitable time to be
spent for this. Parents or guardians should be alert since physical health is
not only the main issue, moral health of the children who get involved in porn
viewing is terrifying so. There is a dearth of parental guidanceamong minors;
that is why parents should be vigilant to the exploitations of their children.
Technology is helpful to us when it comes in globalization.
But again, too much is harmful. We should maintain what are our choices in
dealing with it. Let us not be abusive nor let it veil our pristine games. The
salvage from death of our native games never depends on the fate set by
someone; it is in the action that will enact by the youth which is in first
place it is you.
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