Thursday, May 23, 2013

There'd be new days.

Spring signals rebirth. New leaves appear, new seeds sprout, tulips bloom. The crisp cold of winter transforms into a comfortable cool.

I love spring. I love the light jacket to be worn, the tender wisp of air, the new songs of the robin.

Life, like the seasons, goes into various transformation. We all experience changes: physically, emotionally, intellectually, financially and spiritually.

The phase could be up or down.

I love the spring stage of life where one gets renewed and revitalized. And it depends on us to make each and every day a spring day.

It's a cliche, but count your blessings instead of your woes.

Choose a new day each day. Leave the old, painful day behind.

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Tale of the Tail End. Organizational Democracy.

I tailed my older sister to school when I was young. We walked the few steps from my aunt's house to our school, crossing a busy street.

One time I got swiped by a bike while walking on a concrete sidewalk. We didn't tell our aunt about the incident. In the evening I got a fever.

Many years later while tailing a friend's car from the interior of a Bulacan town and out to a newly-opened  NLEX exit I was not familiar with, I overtook my friend's car at one point in the main expressway.

Months later during a casual conversation, my friend's mate related how discipline reigns in my friend's household that even in a simple family activity - driving in a convoy - my friend and his siblings did not dare overtake their father's car as a show of respect and discipline.

These two memories are pointless musings.

But being at a tail end of a decision making process is one that jugs sensibilities and is a difficult situation, especially if the ultimate decision impacts on an entire organization. Just look at the bigger picture where civilized nations operate on a consultative basis, with executive, legislative and judicial branches counter-checking each other.
"Organizational democracy" from dilbert.com
This consultative nature occurs at national and local levels where elected officials enact measures after going through numerous hearings and caucuses with representation from the various levels of government (local councils, congress, senate) before laws are finally approved by the executive (mayor, governor, president/prime minister),

In smaller organizations this same brand of democratic process should be adopted. An open discussion and planning must be made with the entire membership being included in the loop.

Leadership by patronage, which is illegal in politics, must likewise be non-existent in social, civic, and religious groupings because it encourages members to look for perks when choosing their leader.

Patronage may be likened to vote buying, "padulas, lagay," (grease money), and buying favors.

Another tale of a tail end happened to me in the streets of Ontario, Canada years ago. Turning left from a narrow street onto a three-lane avenue, a car tailing me closely almost hit my van as I turned and took the centre lane, while the other car took the outer lane.

Apparently the driver got pissed off because he went behind me again and tailed me until I made a right. Then he sped ahead of me.

At a stop sign, the driver went out of his car and was approaching my vehicle which was about four cars behind when the lights turned green and I drove off and he was left scampering back to his car.

Lesson of the story: When driving don't drive too closely to the next car, or simply don't tail gate. In decision making, don't let members be at the tail end of a decision.  Keeping members always in the loop makes for a healthy organization. This is what transparency is all about.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Rusted crown.

by Gener 




Strings of dissent chained and bound
Held in place, yet translucent like pearls
fresh out from the salty sea
Smiles taken from memories of idyllic stars
Reminders of civil days in a strange country,
Fluid words spew forth yet pallid faces around
mirror old people's empty stares,
Gone are the fire and solid minds of old civilization.

Now hidden down their souls like worms in thick bushes
are dark musings of deceit,
Un-rolled like colorful lollipops thrown at child's lap,
Mutterings of selves veiled in Messianic prose
Schemes like architect's blue prints,
Buried deep in the foundation's ground.

Beware the Ides of March beware
Fortune seers see beyond,
Trappings in gold
Liqeurs in hand
Songs from the mouth
Like Ceasar's crown could rise and fall.