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Saturday, August 31, 2013
BIDLI is a Visayan word that sounds as it means, just as many Visayan words do. The online Bisaya-English Translations and Dictionary defines it as a noun meaning “taste of being cloyed/surfeit.”
v. cloyed, cloy•ing, cloys
To cause distaste or disgust by supplying with too much of something originally pleasant, especially something rich or sweet; surfeit.
An excessive amount of something: "a surfeit of food and drink."
Cause (someone) to desire no more of something as a result of having consumed or done it to excess.
There is one face and one name that is now B-I-D-L-I, I refuse to mention it here, to reduce the “bidli” and live another day. I know you know whom I refer to, and I know you are just as grateful for not reading the name here. Bidli.
Like in many other instances, when bidli meets anger, I take refuge in my books and read and read and read, the simpler the better, the older the best. Among them, The Velveteen Rabbit. I love this book so much, I even had an audio CD of this with some classical music as background. That CD is now at my mom’s as all my other CDs are, waiting for my own space where I can plop down all my things, old and new.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit.
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you.”
Further down the book, Skin Horse said, "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
Real isn’t how we are made, it’s a thing that happens to us, and we learned that while we sucked our thumb and were told a story to go to sleep.
For how long then will we collectively be unreal? That is a question that bugs and bogs me, and which I hope is also bugging and bogging you.
You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept…
I definitely know somebody who has to be carefully kept, but I’m so “bidli” with her, I wouldn’t dare mention her name.
But you can make a parallelism out of it, sans name. “That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people… who have to be carefully kept.
For what is real is really darker than the darkness we were able to glimpse. Dirtier than the dirt we were made to see. More evil than you can ever imagine, except that, we were just made to see the person who has to be carefully kept, while those who break easily or have sharp edges are still ruling it over us, denying everything that links them to the evil doings of one.
But we know how The Velveteen Rabbit ended, he became real, a real jumping brown rabbit that the boy who once owned him as a tattered, bedraggled well-loved stuffed on, faintly recognized.
That all that it is, after all, a fairy tale. Fairy tales designed to fill the tabula rasa that the children are in the hopes that one of them will understand and remember how it was to be a child of pure intentions and thoughts. Fairy tales are told to feed the imagination, but they are not real.
The bidli remains and the taste brings back past bidli states: over Martial Law and the Marcos dictatorship matched with Imelda’s parties and shoes, over the never-ending coup attempts against the Cory Aquino government, the gambling and womanizing and plundering of the Estrada administration, the billions and millions of questionable deals under the Arroyo Administration, and now the drama being played out via selective memories by the PNoy scriptwriters. email@example.com
Published in the Sun.Star Davao newspaper on September 01, 2013.