Caveman Revisited

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By MAJOR TOM | May 26, 2009

[Note: I am kinda busy at present and at the same time, I was thinking that I might just post some of my personal favorites (in terms of blog post that is) and most I can think of is this one, "Caveman 2007", first published on July 13, 2007 ]

By tomorrow or a day after that, as I am estimating in my mind, I might be packing my bags and bundle some important things as I would be heading for some place else, somewhere that I have been to before but somewhere not many have seen yet or have known previously.

I have decided to leave the city for good. This plan had been in my mind for sometime now and I must assure you that this very drastic move on my part is far from being hasty---in fact it is to be done with very deep contemplation and scheming that I have etched in my mind for so long now.

I have learned before how to drive nails effectively into wood and I reckon now that I have learned such task fairly well. My grandfather used to do some carpentry work and I used to have observed him so closely doing woodwork when I was so little, putting in mind every phase of the activity, from handling so tightly the wood to be nailed and towards the part when finally the nail is about to be hammered with reasonable precision, or else the hands would be greatly harmed.

Some of my uncles are pretty good too at this kind of work that I would have no doubt that I could do it by myself, hammering nails into wood. By that, I can safely assume that I’d be able to put up a small wooden shelter all by my lonesome when I get to the place that I am planning to go as of this moment. I’ll have thatches as roofs because many have opined how it would help ensure a cooler indoor environement, especially in rural environment. Having thatches as roofs is also one situation that I have been in before, right about the time while I was so young and our family could not then afford a better place to live in, as my father then was just earning his take as a humble mailman. My mother used to tell us stories how my father---who is a native of the far away Province of Tawi-Tawi---couldn’t articulate so effectively the local chavacano (a broken Spanish) dialect being spoken here that in some days, while he was still learning the tricks of delivering somebody else’s letter to somebody else’s house, my mother would come along with him for she was far more proficient in the tongue spoken here and therefore could communicate more easily with the mail recipients and also was more familiar with streets names and baranggay locations here.

Now let us go back to this plan I am presently having in my mind---no reminiscing for now. I really do have a particular place in my mind, one that is far from the honky-tonky noise of the city streets. It is a place near or at the heel of a very prominent mountain known here as the Pulongbato, a stony mountain whose façade is so majestic that it could be seen from any point in the city, from east coast and west coast, from south side and perhaps in some part of north side. It is so strong and mighty like an honorable beast that have decided to sleep for a thousand years and still sleeping as I write now.

Below this mountain is a gushing river and a forest so lush that when years ago I was trekking this area with a number of friends from college, I have almost stepped over a striped multi-colored snake, climbed two small waterfalls, fell from a low cave wall and fell into cool river water, trotted into knee deep gushing water to reach a giant stone in the middle of the river and smoked to my heart’s delight as twilight had enveloped the forest, while the trees slept hummingly like old warriors, and had even eaten eels we caught from a calmer area of the river. Nature is so varied there, and so abundant too.

I reckoned that while I am there, I would ensconce myself in the warm embrace of Nature as Nature would show me a beauty that I have seen before but still looking for since then. I won’t go thirst there for the river that runs through it is so crystalline like diamonds in our hands. And I won’t go hungry either for even sweet bananas---as I remember all too well now---grow so wildly and I bet the rich riverways contains fishes that becomes so scrumptious as roasted on a brimming campfire, and the smell coming from it would just be gorgeously sublime. Out there, there’d be no time to keep up and catch up with. Industrial fumes are of no issue and the crazy sound of rushing vehicles won’t bother me no more. Could this plan of mind work? What do you think?

I had wondered deeply if ever my family would follow me there even if things wouldn't be as easy in a sense that there’d be no school there, no fastfood to drive-by and order hamburgers and fried chickens. There’d be no education to attain there, and then no occupation to profess. And there’d be no roads to where we could drive our humble car. So perhaps, that small car would have to stay undriven for so long, or for eternity most possibly.

Could I say to them that we could have our own education there? That we can be teachers and students by ourselves? Nature is by itself an education and I can sense that it’d be an education that is similarly worthwhile, if not more propound. But I don’t think I could explain this to them efficiently and sell them the wisdom hidden beneath this idea.

And the air, yes the air there is so fresh that once I had thought of putting them in a bottle and sell it as pure purified mountain air, just like what they do to water nowadays. I have read once or had seen in a television show how in some part of Japan, air or the purified version of it had been contained by some enterprising souls there and had raked in some money for it.

The noise there could be so minimal that often, the chirpings of birds and the momentary shrieks of monkeys coming from tall shrubberies far beyond becomes calming to the senses and it is certainly the best anti-dote for stress and worry that most urban dwellers suffer and that for sure, it is a situation so ideal for those who long for peace of mind so desperately and to those who seek ultimate freedom from anxiety. Long walks in the mountain side would be a luxuriant activity and sipping hot coffee beside a cool rushing water, while the sun is just about to set into the horizon, is not a far-off idea anymore.

Ooops, I just heard City Hall’s siren wailing and it’s about time for me to go and bring my third son Yuri to school. And by the way, I was just daydreaming a while ago and none of the plans narrated here is to be carried out any time soon.

8 Comments »

1. beatburn says; May 28, 2009 @ 5:57 am

   i knew there was a catch somewhere, too good to be true!

   you come from a family of craftsmen? bihira na yan.

2. haze says; May 28, 2009 @ 6:43 pm

   You've made me wander for awhile. Your dream is a perfect scenario I would say. To avoid being a victim of violence, consumption and everything bad happening around the world. If only we could do that life will be completely unproblematic! Ir's really nice to dream freely and it has been said that letting the mind wander can actually let the parts of the brain associated with problem-solving become active!

   I love to learn Chavacano ! Am sure you converse fluently in Chavacano !!

3. bw says; June 2, 2009 @ 6:56 am

   I have often dreamt of living in the wilderness myself, where I could fish and hunt and sustain myself minus the hustle and bustle of city life. Maybe it's just the result of that yearning for peace and contentment that we daydream of such.

4. lary dela vega says; June 2, 2009 @ 4:14 pm

   Most of the time i wanted to go to hibernation and stuff especially when life gets complicated, things not working the way you want it to be and all but then we have to face reality and make our lives bearable and livable that's the least we can do for dear life.

5. Major Tom says; June 2, 2009 @ 8:50 pm

   To Beatburn : Yes my grandfather was both a good farmer and carpenter.

6. Major Tom says; June 2, 2009 @ 8:52 pm

   To Haze: LOL. Thats why dreaming is free, they say.

   About chavacano, but of course, I speak it with such fluency. If we have time, I'll be teaching you.

7. Major Tom says; June 2, 2009 @ 8:53 pm

   To Lary: So true, funny as it may seem.

8. Major Tom says; June 2, 2009 @ 8:57 pm

   To BW : Probably Buff, that's why many wants to go to the wilderness and fish or hunt.

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