Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Guns and roses



In my country of Philippines, every day, every waking hour of our life, we are bound by the invisible lines of love. In our songs, television shows, movies, commercials, in our liquors and even in our women’s sanitary napkins, the word love is etched, blazing in full blood color of red flame. This is our fixation. This is our fate. And in times when metal bullets pierce our hearts, we realize, Cupid’s arrow is not that far from anybody’s smoking gun. 

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” says so by a grieving housewife Shiela Macapugay after gunning her husband Abel to death in what the media dub today as a “crime of passion.” Like a scene from a primetime telenovela, Shiela confronted her husband publicly, in a popular Quezon City shopping mall, on the verge of their marriage’s melt-down. 

“I said to myself, before I die, I have to kill my husband first. I just couldn’t accept the fact the he abandoned us for his mistress.” 

But Shiela failed to shoot herself after killing her husband as mall security guard Ricardo Inamac intercepted which ended up him taking all the bullets resulting to his death. Shiela is now facing murder and homicide charges and is now in the custody of the police. 

Days later, in a certain shopping mall in San Fernando, Pampanga, a thirteen year old boy would kill his sixteen year old male lover in yet again another crime of passion. 

Past 3 in the afternoon yesterday, the thirteen year old boy, jealous of the thought that his lover is cheating on him, shot the sixteen year old boy straight in the head using a .22 caliber gun. In turn, the thirteen year old boy pointed the gun in his own head, pulled the trigger and dropped wounded beside his equally dying lover. Both are later declared brain dead after attempts to revive them in Jose B. Lingad Hospital in San Fernando.   

In a span of a week, we are told of two love stories ending in demise. Every minute and every second around the world, love stories are born while other love stories would die. Some would survive the test of times as others are never given chance of their own love story. But could love really be the be all and end of all? 

Probably, for the thirteen year old boy who shot his sixteen year old male lover, it is. The whirlwind romance that started in May via internet flamed into a passionate affair. For Shiela, it probably was the same thing. 

We could blame many things here, like the boys’ youthful naivety, Shiela’s lack of better judgment, her husband’s infidelity, even his mistress. We could also blame the mall’s security agency, the shopping malls’ lack of better security plan or even the police for their loose regulations governing security providers. But this time, allow me to blame love. Yes, love itself. In these tragedies, let love be the responsible thus let all the blame goes with it. 

This is me speaking, a man once and too many times burned by love, a certain Shiela Macapugay inside me pained by the thought of being abandoned by love and a mind of a thirteen year old boy whose only fault is nothing but to love in all honesty. 

How could anyone say what they did was wrong when love does not recognize our patterns of what is right and what is wrong? How much is too much and how much truth are there in our realities? Are my rationales irrationals and yours the rational ones, you’ll say? 

Maybe they believed they could run away from the pains of love through death, although, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all those years of failure in love, it is the fact that you can never run way. Not ever. And as they say, the only way out is in. 

There’s no use justifying what Shiela and the thirteen year old boy did. Maybe it pained them too much that all there’s left for them to do are more painful things. It is what a certain Allan Watts said, that things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations. 

We are but creatures condemned by love. Shiela, in the brutality of her chosen ways, the impulsiveness of a certain thirteen year old boy, are all but victims. Some will say they’re victims of poverty, of shallow values, of youth and of selfishness. I’ll say they’re nothing but victims of love. Are they not that much different from us? 

In my country of Philippines, every day, every waking hour of our life, we are bound by the invisible lines of love. In our songs, television shows, movies, commercials, in our liquors and even in our women’s sanitary napkins, the word love is etched, blazing in full blood color of red flame. This is our fixation. This is our fate. And in times when metal bullets pierce our hearts, we realize, Cupid’s arrow is not that far from anybody’s smoking gun.

But for now, we pray. 

22 reaction(s):

Nate said...

oh my.. i did tell you not to give up on love, right? this is just sad.. :(

Ester said...

this article makes me so down. though, if i am going to look at the structure and not on the content alone, i can say this is a very well written piece. i like your use of words especially on the first paragraph. KUDOS!

rudeboy said...

Uhm...how were these two able to smuggle in a gun after the standard security checks at the door? This must explain why there were such long lines to get inside Megamall today.

Security theater strikes again, I see.

Leo said...
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Leo said...

Education is the key to success. That's all, thank you. LOL.

A. said...

oh...

Biboy Ordinario said...

It's an act of eternity for them... Together they will live forever in an unknown world. But love is isn't like that... Revenge is like a dish best served cold.

Mugen said...

I don't know if there's a connection but, the number of suicide cases in the country is also skyrocketing.

Strange, but those "crimes of passion" didn't elicit a response from me. Is it because I have seen how marriages/bonds fell apart right before my eyes?

-mark- said...

I think its a season of heartbreaks.. I too have some issues, but not crazy in love to do that, obsessed lang.. sad though..tsk tsk

ıǝɹɯɐı said...

i am in awe of what love can do. it's not because i do not know that it is that powerful, but because of how easily it blinds man's judgment. i think it's wise to take things slow and think of our actions before doing them.

Bino said...

anuman ang dahilan o pagpapaliwanag na gawin, mali pa rin ito

Guyrony said...

Oh what one must do in order to love and be loved.

P.S. Anansi Boys! Neil Gaiman rocks!

KikomaxXx said...

ewan napasobra lang talaga sa pagkaobses sa boypren at di nabantayan ng mga magulang...

shenanigans said...
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shenanigans said...

disturbing eh'...

it is indeed the foolishness of man. it is by sheer imprudence that he lets himself be fully engulfed by love that no more room for reason exists. This is why many are afraid to love, and this is the same exact reason why many are both humane and inhumane.

magandang topic yan ah!

Pepe said...

one reason why i never got interest to even play with toy guns. even the idea is too violent for me. i wonder how brave are those who are capable of holding the real one.

or in this case, is it bravery that propels one to hold and fire it?

i would never understand perhaps. but i pray.

~ JaY RuLEZ ~ said...

nakakamatay nga ang selos...grabe!

Viktor Saudad said...

just this afternoon, as I was watching a telenovela, the leading man said something like "pag nagmamahal ka nakakagawa ka ng kagaguhan" at humihingi pa siya ng pang-unawa or dispensa.

I just find it sick. Or sadyang sensitive gag reflex ko na maski oto-stimulation affected pa rin ito?

dabo said...
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dabo said...

"We are but creatures condemned by love."

Pero what happen to our freedom to choose?

If we keep thinking that love will hurt, then it is.

Love has nothing to do with these activities but rather emotions of fear, anger, feeling of abandonement, desperation etc etc..

These people simply executed their will.

Then so be it.

The only thing we can do on our part, is to keep reminding our friends that they can always move on, that hope is always there.

ZaiZai said...

It's sad how the end of love can trigger people to end their lives as well. Sana marealize ng mga tao na there is more to life - kaya tama na pag patay at pag suicide :/

Marinela Reka said...

Sad...

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