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QWERTY…

UMAAPOY pala ang puso’t puson na isinakay sa mga eroplanong papel. Pero hindi naman nasunog ang magkalapit na bahay na paulit-ulit na binagsakan ng kung ilang eroplano-- bawat isa’y liham ng pagmamahal, kasunduan, at pakikipagtipan.

Natuklasan na lang ang hiwaga ng mga eroplano nang magtanan na ang lihim na magkatipan… pinag-ugnay, pinagbigkis ang mga damdamin ng eroplanong papel…

Kung ako siguro ang kainitan sa pusok ng tusok at tuhog sa mga taon ng 1960, tiyak na boka-boka— sled kite, ‘yung walang balangkas na saranggola—ang pinalipad para maipahatid sa kasuyo ang pinagnanasaan… how aptly symbolic and intensely telling such a message from the heart, boka-boka… para ipasok ang pusok, dapat talaga ibuka.

Lumipas na ang panahon ng payak na abakada… ngayon nga, AB-ZTE-FG $329-million national broadband network scandal na ni hindi pinansin ng mga nasa Ombudsman… na baka tawagin nang Ohbadwoman…

Connectivity remains the ball game in the age of digital information— iPad, eBay, e-mail (me at tagakataga@yahoo.com, habalakibur@hotmail.com), Google, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Jobstreet… clitourist.blogspot.com… nearly everything at your fingertips tapping appropriate letters on a QWERTY keyboard.

People still do the content of their communications; the national broadband network provides the platform for lines of connectivity. Say, I can send a text message from my desktop computer to a friend’s cell phone anywhere in the world… or while at my work post at home, join a press conference…

Connectivity has never been easier.

But you still have to connect the dots as my granddaughter Musa does with crayons and coloring books… with hands and mind firm, set lines out… scrawl on colors of your choice to ease the drab dull areas.

And that’s not so easy.

T-teka, lintek na Adlai na matagal na kabungguan ng bote at bumbunan noon sa Tomas Morato Avenue, itinoka na pala ng Inquirer sa Cebu ang damuho… tiyak na doon naman maghahasik ng lagim ‘yon.

Pero bago nagpunta sa kanyang destino, inalam sa mga kaibigan ang numero ng cellphone ko… matagal na rin kasi kaming hindi nagkikita. He came unannounced at my usual Makati haunt one evening, badgered my beer buddies for my number… likely he wants to keep in touch. Madalas siyang sumali sa mga quiz shows, appointed me as his “lifeline” who gets to tackle the toughest questions.

It’s a lot tougher to keep in touch, dear.

Touch. Dampi ng haplos. Masuyong himas. Maapoy na lamas… It’s done hands-on, not through the extensions provided by the platform of connectivity.

We’ll see. We’ll see each other, dear… Kuwentuhan? Kuwentu… tandaan: gagawa pa rin ng boka-boka para matindi ang pahiwatig-- para ipasok ang pusok, dapat talaga ibuka.

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