The
rank and file workers start the year with stories from their own hometown vacations,
while those who have no other “ili”
can only listen in curiosity. By nature, we prolong the bliss and joy of pure
family time and rest period, by talking about them. The boys went to their
mother’s Kapangan, the home of the Igorot Grand March, though they are also
from Sagada, Buguias and Bauko, and Bontoc. Of course, their real home is still
in La Trinidad and Baguio City.
Then
the chat surprisingly turned deeper when “grand march” was mentioned, Cath
(recalling her thesis) concluded that said Kapangan’s pride (grand march) is
the result of the past’s culturally deprived generation, “the children will be
admonished for simply holding the gong then”.
“…that is why they needed an outlet or alternative for their social yearnings”
I completed, as the culture (though originally Polonaise) is like the Benguet’s
“kinoboyan” which undeniably came from
western influence.
A
debate with cultural purists is futile though I do not really have a quarrel
with them. When the world spent centuries breaking barriers, and diverse colors
have been woven to single human fabrics, it would be treacherous to live in the
frozen bubbles of delusion. Our multi-cultural children and their culture are
the evidence that the world has moved on, there is really not much things as
pure anymore. Yes, we look back to appreciate, and learn, maybe reminisce…but
we do not stay there for long, we have to march forward.
Our
local grand march is characterized by unity (holding hands), and optimism/
perseverance (marching), which are the keys to a better workplace,
organization, or community. The culture is perfect tone-setter for the whole
year.
Today
is a new beginning to improve. As long as we are alive there is hope to change
ourselves, if not the world, for the better. January is a time of investments
for the whole year, so we have to hit it running. Let us start marching in
January.
