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    Pliant Like The Bamboo (Icasiano V. Mallari)

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    The document compares the Filipino people to the bamboo tree through a Philippine folk story. In the story, a mango tree and bamboo tree compete on which is stronger, and the wind is called to decide. The mango tree refuses to bend and breaks, while the bamboo tree gracefully bends and survives. Similarly, the Filipino people have survived foreign domination from Spain, America, and Japan by gracefully yielding and adapting to their rule. The document argues the Filipino people's ability to adjust to adversity through humor and optimism allows them to survive challenges like the bamboo survives storms.

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    The document compares the Filipino people to the bamboo tree through a Philippine folk story. In the story, a mango tree and bamboo tree compete on which is stronger, and the wind is called to decide. The mango tree refuses to bend and breaks, while the bamboo tree gracefully bends and survives. Similarly, the Filipino people have survived foreign domination from Spain, America, and Japan by gracefully yielding and adapting to their rule. The document argues the Filipino people's ability to adjust to adversity through humor and optimism allows them to survive challenges like the bamboo survives storms.

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    The document compares the Filipino people to the bamboo tree through a Philippine folk story. In the story, a mango tree and bamboo tree compete on which is stronger, and the wind is called to decide. The mango tree refuses to bend and breaks, while the bamboo tree gracefully bends and survives. Similarly, the Filipino people have survived foreign domination from Spain, America, and Japan by gracefully yielding and adapting to their rule. The document argues the Filipino people's ability to adjust to adversity through humor and optimism allows them to survive challenges like the bamboo survives storms.

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    Pliant Like The Bamboo (Icasiano V. Mallari)

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    Inez Chiara C. Cortes
    The document compares the Filipino people to the bamboo tree through a Philippine folk story. In the story, a mango tree and bamboo tree compete on which is stronger, and the wind is called to decide. The mango tree refuses to bend and breaks, while the bamboo tree gracefully bends and survives. Similarly, the Filipino people have survived foreign domination from Spain, America, and Japan by gracefully yielding and adapting to their rule. The document argues the Filipino people's ability to adjust to adversity through humor and optimism allows them to survive challenges like the bamboo survives storms.

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    Pliant Like The Bamboo

    Icasiano V. Mallari
    There is a story in Philippine folklore about a mango tree and a bamboo tree. Not being able to
    agree as to which was strongest of the two, they called upon the wind to make the decision.
    The winds blew its hardest. The mango tree stood fast. It would not yield. It knew it
    was strong and sturdy. It would not sway. It was too proud. It was too sure of itself. But finally
    its roots gave way, and it tumbled down.
    The bamboo tree was wiser. It knew it was not as robust as the mango tree. And so every
    time the wind blew, it bent its head gracefully. It made loud protests, but it let the winds have its
    way. When finally the wind got tired of blowing, the bamboo tree still stood in all its beauty and
    grace.
    The Filipino is like the bamboo tree. He knows that he is not strong enough to withstand
    the onslaughts of superior forces. And so he yields. He bends his head gracefully with many
    loud protests.
    And he has survived. The Spaniards came and dominated him for more than three
    hundred years. And when the Spaniards left, the Filipinos still stoodonly much richer in
    experience and culture.
    The Americans took the place of the Spaniards. They used more subtle means of winning
    over the Filipinos who embraced the American way of life more readily than the Spaniards
    vague promise of the hereafter.
    Then the Japanese came like a storm, like a plaque of locusts, like a pestilence rude,
    relentless and cruel. The Filipino learned to bow his head low to cooperate with the Japanese
    in their holy mission of establishing the Co-Prosperity Sphere. The Filipino had only hate and
    contempt for the Japanese, but he learned to smile sweetly at them and to thank them graciously
    for their benevolence and magnanimity.
    And now that the Americans have come back and driven away the Japanese, those
    Filipinos who profited most from cooperating with the Japanese have been loudest in their
    protestations of innocence. Everything is as if the Japanese had never been in the Philippines.
    For the Filipino will welcome any kind of life that the gods offer him. That is why, he is
    contented, happy and at peace. The sad plight of other peoples of the world is not his. To him,
    as to that ancient Oriental poet, the past is already a dream and tomorrow in only a vision but
    today, well-lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow, a vision of
    hope.
    This may give you the idea that the Filipino is a philosopher. Well, he is. He has not
    evolved a body of philosophical doctrines. Much less has he put them down in a book, like Kant,
    for example, or Santayana or Confucius. But he does have a philosophical outlook on life.

    He has a saying that life is like a wheel. Sometimes it is up, sometimes it is down. The
    monsoon season comes, and he has to go undercover. But then the sun comes out again. The
    flowers bloom, and the birds sing in the trees. You cut off the branches of a tree, and, while the
    marks of the bolo are still on it, it begins to shoot forth new branches branches that are the
    promise of new color, new fragrance, new life.
    Everywhere about him is a lesson in patience and forbearance that he does not have to
    learn with difficulty. For the Filipino lives in a country on which the gods have lavished their
    gifts aplenty. He does not have to worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will only be another day
    no winter of discontent. If he loses his possessions, there is the land and there is the sea, with all
    the riches that one can desire. There is plenty to spare for friends, for neighbors, and for
    everyone else.
    No wonder that the Filipino can afford to laugh. For the Filipino is endowed with the
    saving grace of humor. This humor is earthy as befits one who has not indulged in deep
    contemplation. But it has enabled the Filipino to shrug his shoulders in times of adversity and
    say to himself, Bahala na.
    In like manner, the Filipino regards vicissitudes of fortune as the bamboo tree regards the
    angry blasts of the blustering wind.
    The Filipino is eminently suited to his romantic role. He is slender and wiry. He is
    nimble and graceful in his movements. His voice is soft, and he has the gift of languages. In
    what other place in the world can you find people who can carry on a fluent conversation in at
    least three languages?
    This gift is another means by which the Filipino has managed to survive. There in no
    insurmountable barrier between him and any of the people who have come to live with him
    Spanish, Americans, Japanese. The foreigners do not have to learn his language. He easily
    manages to master theirs.
    Verily, the Filipino is like the bamboo tree. In its grace, in its ability to adjust itself to the
    peculiar and inexplicable whims to fate, the bamboo tree is his expressive and symbolic national
    tree. It will have to be, not the molave nor the narra, but the bamboo.

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