Millenial-Millenial Santacruzan

Just saw the ‘grand’ Santacruzan parade in front of our house to close off the barangay fiesta.

So what’s it like watching Santacruzan in this generation?
I was meant to appreciate it as a spectator and admirer of cultural tradition, but it’s different now with what I call millenial-millenials (early twenty-ish youth in my vocabulary).

There was the parade of the traditional queens, from Reyna Banderada to Reyna Elena. One could tell the name the Reyna as it is written on the arch. You can also tell the difference between each parading queen because of the props they are carrying. For instance, Reyna Sentenciada (Queen Convicted) carries a rope, while Veronica wears a black dress and carries a hanky with ‘the face of Jesus’.

The ladies parading would have been picturesque, but in their practice as Catholics, is the pageant more important? The bragging rights? Also, it must be a solemn parade because that’s what they practice in their churches, right? Not at what I’ve seen though. The youth are making a lot of noise. Excited? Maybe. Even the sacristans are laughing. The only people I’ve seen respecting the tradition are the older people.

When I was younger and a practising Catholic, I used to see the religious tradition as a serious and solemn event. Today, times have really changed. Maybe it’s only here in the city, besides I’ve lived most of life in Manila.

If given a chance to watch it in the province, maybe I can see a different way of their youth showcase this tradition.

By the way, happy fiesta!

Read more about the Reynas from this link: Santacruzan

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A View from the Train

I ran my way to catch the 7 a.m. train to work today. It was a make or break last 10 seconds before the train leaves. You see, if I got in a minute later, I’d have to wait for another 5 minutes for the next ride. Then I’ll be late for work.

Inside, the coach was full already. Not jam-packed but there were no more seats. Most of the time I can sit and nap on the ride as I travel from terminal to terminal. This morning, I was still a little sleepy, pushing yawns but I had to stand up by the rails. When the train’s that full, you’d seldom find a gentleman’s soul.

And so I stood by the coach window. Though slightly blinded by the sun’s glare, I spent the idleness looking out the window. There’s really nothing special on the view since buildings and vehicles are everywhere in Manila. Nothing special to see—lest you look at those things with a different pair of eyes. Continue reading