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Ano ang Tula?

Ang  tula  ay anyo ng panitikan at ito ay binubuo ng taludtod. Ang tula ay isang anyo ng panitikan na nagpapahayag ng damdamin ng isang tao. Ito ay binubuo ng mga saknong at ang mga saknong ay binubuo ng mga taludtud. Ang  tula  ay pagpapahayag ng magagandang kaisipan at pananalita sa pamamagitan ng mga taludtod. Ang kalipunan ng mga taludtod ay tinatawag na taludturan o saknong. Ang  tula  ay nagpapahayag ng damdamin, gamit ng marikit na salita. Ang  tula  ay isang uri ng panitikan na nagbibigay diin sa ritmo, mga tunog, paglalarawan at mga paraan ng pagbibigay ng kahulugan sa mga salita. Samantalang ang ordinaryong pagsasalita at panulat ay inoorganisa sa mga pangungusap at mga talata, ang tula ay inoorganisa sa mga yunit na tinatawag na taludtod at saknong.

Ano ang Parabula?

Ang  talinghaga, talinhaga, o parabula  ay isang maikling kuwentong may aral na kalimitang hinahango mula sa Bibliya. Ang parabula ay nanggaling sa English word na parable na nanggaling naman sa Greek word na parabole na ang ibig sabihin ay maiksing sanaysay tungkol sa buhay na maaring mangyari o nangyayari na kung saan nagtuturo tungkol sa ispiritwal o kagandahang asal na magiging gabay ng isang taong nahaharap sa pangangailangang mamili o magdesisyon. Isa itong maikling salaysay na maaaring nasa anyong  patula o prosa  na malimit nangangaral o nagpapayo hinggil sa isang pangyayari, na kadalasang isinasalarawan ang isang moral o relihiyosong aral. Taliwas sa pabula, ang parabula ay walang inilalahok na tauhang hayop, halaman, bagay, at puwersa sa kalikasan na pawang kumikilos at nagsasalita gaya ng tao. Isang katangian nito ang pagiging isang kuwentong naglalahad o nagpapakita ng kung paanong katulad ng isang bagay ang iba pang bagay. Karamihan sa mga talinghagang nasa Bibliya ay mga

Ano ang Maikling Kwento?

Ano ang Maikling Kwento? Ang maikling kwento ay isang akdang pampanitikang likha ng guniguni at salagimsim na salig sa buhay na aktuwal na naganap o maaaring maganap.” Ito ay ayon sa kinikilala ng mga dalubhasa na ama ng makabagong maikling kwento na si Edgar Allan Poe. Walang hanggan ang maaring paksain ng manunulat ng maikling kwento. Ang mga kwento’y maaring maging hango sa mga pangyayari sa totoong buhay, at maaari rin namang patungkol sa kababalaghan at mga bagay na hindi maipaliwanag ng kaalaman. Iba-iba rin ang istilo ng mga manunulat sa paggawa ng akda. Kung ang layunin ng manunulat ay aliwin ang mga mambabasa, maaaring sa magaan na paraan lamang niya tinatalakay ang mga pangyayari. Ang iba nama’y gumagamit ng mabibigat na salita upang magdulot ng mas malalim na pang-unawa ng mambabasa sa kalagayan at karanasan ng tao kung saan hango ang kwento. Sa pamamagitan ng mga tauhan, ng tagpuan, at banghay ng maikling kwento naihahatid ng isang kwentista ang mga imahinasyong nabuo sa ka

Ano ang Pabula?

Ang  pabula  o tinatawag ding  kathang isip  ay itinuturing na isa sa pinakamatandang anyo ng panitikan. Ito ay karaniwang isinasalaysay o ikinukwento sa mga bata upang mapalawak o mapamulat sa kanila ang magagandang asal. Kahit sa kabila nito, ang pabula ay likha lamang ng guniguni ng isang manunulat. Hindi totoong nangyari at hindi maaring mangyari. Piniling mga tauhan ang mga hayop dahil dito mas lalong maiintindihan o maisasalarawan ang aral na nais maipabatid sa mga bata. Giliw sila at interesado sa mga hayop kaya ito ang mga pangunahing ginagamit na tauhan. Ang pabula ay karaniwang nagwawakas sa isang mabuting aral o salawikain. Ngunit hindi naman lahat ng pabula ang pangunahing gumaganap ay hayop. Mayroon ding pabula kung saan ang gumaganap ay tao katulad ng “Ang Batang Sumigaw ng Lobo” at “Ang Babaing Maggagatas” o magkahalong hayop at tao na katulad ng “Ang Mabait at Masungit na Buwaya”. Bakit mga hayop ang pangunahing tauhan sa pabula? Ang isang dahilan ay ang mga hayop ay ma

Ano ang Nobela?

Ang  nobela o kathambuhay  ay isang mahabang kuwentong piksyon na binubuo ng iba’t ibang kabanata. Mayroon itong 60,000-200,000 salita o 300-1,300 pahina. Noong ika-18 siglo, naging istilo nito ang lumang pag-ibig at naging bahagi ng mga pangunahing literary genre. Ngayon, ito ay kadalasan may istilong artistiko at isang tiyak na istilo o maraming tiyak na istilo. Ito rin ay isang mahabang kathang pampanitikan na naglalahad ng mga pangyayari na pinaghahabi sa isang mahusay na pagbabalangkas na ang pinakapangunahing sangkap ay ang pagkakalabas ng hangarin ng bayani sa dako at ng hangarin ng katunggali sa kabila -isang makasining na pagsasalaysay ng maraming pangyayaring magkasunod at magkakaugnay. Ang mga pangyayaring ito ay may kanya-kanyang tungkuling ginagampanan sa pagbuo ng isang matibay at kawili-wiling balangkas na siyang pinakabuod ng nobela -binubuo ng mga kabanata -maraming tauhan at pangyayari -kinasasangkutan ng 2 o higit pang tauhan Uri ng nobela 1.  Nobelang Romansa  – uko

Ano ang Alamat

  Ang alamat ay isang uri ng panitikan na nagkukuwento tungkol sa mga pinagmulan ng mga bagay-bagay sa daigdig. Mga kwento ng mga mahiwagang pangyayari na nagpasalin-salin sa bibig ng mga tao kaya’t walang nagmamay-ari o masasabing may akda nito. Ang alamat ay kuwento na kathang isip lamang na kinasasangkutan ng kababalaghan o ‘di pagkaraniwang pangyayari na naganap nuong unang panahon. Ang alamat ay karaniwang tumatalakay sa mga katutubong kultura, kaugalian o kapaligiran. Eto ay tumatalakay din sa mga katangiang maganda, tulad ng pagiging matapat, matapang, matulungin, at sa mga katangiang hindi maganda tulad ng pagiging mapaghiganti, masakim, o mapanumpa, Nguni’t sa banding huli ang kuwento ay kinapupulutan ng aral para sa ikabubuti ng iba. Ang mga alamat ay nagkakaroon ng iba’t-ibang bersiyon ayon na rin sa hangarin ng sumulat o nagpalaganap ng ibang bersiyon ng alamat. Mga Elemento ng Alamat Ito ay may pitong elemento. Basahin ang mga sumusunod: Tauhan Ito ang mga nagsiganap sa kw

Salawikain (Tagalog Proverbs)

Ang salawikain ay binubuo ng mga parirala sa anyong patula na karaniwang naghahayag ng mga gintong aral. Ang mga salawikain, kawikaan, kasabihan, wikain, o sawikain ay mga maiiksing pangungusap na lubhang makahulugan at naglalayong magbigay patnubay sa ating pang-araw-araw na pamumuhay. Naglalaman ito ng mga karunungan. Pinaniniwalan na ang mga salawikain ay kasabihan ng ating mga ninuno na patuloy na nagpasalin-salin hanggang makarating sa ating makabagong henerasyon. Nabuo ang mga salawikain o kasabihan ng ating mga ninuno na may makatang kakayahan o kaisipan at nakapagbibigay ito ng aral, paala-ala o gabay sa mga kabataan upang maiwasto ang mga pamantayan ng pamumuhay. Dahil sa salawikain o kasabihan ay naitatanim sa kaisipan ng mga kabataan ang kabutihang asal, kadakilaan, pagmamahal sa bayan at sa kapwa tao, maging sa paglilingod sa Diyos na sinasampalatayanan natin na siyang nagpapala sa kaniyang mga nilikha. Mga Halimbawa ng Salawikain Mga Salawikain patungkol sa pakikisama, pak

Bugtong

Ang bugtong, pahulaan, o patuuran ay isang pangungusap o tanong na may doble o nakatagong kahulugan na nilulutas bilang isang palaisipan (tinatawag ding palaisipan ang bugtong). Ang mga bugtong sa Panitikan ng mga pilipino ay pahulaan ng isang sagot sa pamamagitan ng paghahambing ng bagay o ideya sa isang pangungusap o parirala. Nakatago ang kahulugan ng pinahuhulaang bugtong ngunit ito ay masasagot sa pamamagitan ng mga bagay na nakalaad mismo sa bugtong. Isa itong palaisipan na susubukan ang iyong galing sa pagdiskubre ng pag kaka ugnay ugnay ng mga salita na nilalamang ng isang bugtong Ang bugtong ay tulad lamang ng pungos na pangungusap, na madalas ay walang paksa o simuno. Mukhang hindi totoo ang pinapaksa, subalit lagi namang nakaugat ang sagot sa totoo at pamilyar na bagay na makikita sa kapaligiran. Nawawala ang ganda at bisa ng bugtong kapag marami itong posibleng sagot. Ang bugtong ay mayroon lamang iisang tamang sagot. Ang bugtong ay mayroon din sukat at tugma, at karaniwa

The Poor Boy and an Old Man

Once there was a small boy named Shankar. He belonged to a poor family. One day, he was crossing through the forest carrying some woods. He saw an old man who was very hungry. Shankar wanted to give him some food, but he did not have food for his own. So he continued on his way. On his way he saw a deer who was very thirsty. He wanted to give him some water, but he did not have water for himself. So he went on his way ahead. Then he saw a man who wanted to make a camp but he did not have woods. Shankar asked his problem and gave some woods to him. In return, he gave him some food and water. Now he went back to the old man and gave him some food and gave some water to the deer. The old man and the deer were very happy. Shankar than happily went on his way. However, one day Shankar fell down the hill. He was in pain but he couldn’t move and no one was there to help him. But, the old man who he had helped before saw him, he quickly came and pulled him up the hill. He had many wounds on hi

What’s for Dinner

A man feared his wife wasn’t hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. Here’s what you do,” said the Doctor, “stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and s o on until you get a response.” That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, “I’m about 40 feet away, let’s see what happens.” Then in a normal tone he asks, ‘Honey, what’s for dinner?” No response. So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, “Honey, what’s for dinner?” Still no response. Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what’s

The Lazy Farmer

The rain gods had been smiling the whole night. The roads were muddy and the potholes were filled to the brim. It was the day for the market and Raju the farmer was riding his cart along the country road. He had to reach the market early so that he can sell his hay. It was very difficult for the horses to drag the load through the deep mud. On his journey suddenly the wheels of the horse cart sank into the mire. The more the horses pulled, the deeper the wheel sank. Raju climbed down from his seat and stood beside his cart. He searched all around but could not find anyone around to help him. Cursing his bad luck, he looked dejected and defeated. He didn’t make the slightest effort to get down on the wheel and lift it up by himself. Instead he started cursing his luck for what happened. Looking up at the sky, he started shouting at God, “I am so unlucky! Why has this happened to me? Oh God, come down to help me.” After a long wait, God finally appeared before Raju. He asked Raju, “Do yo

The Three Types of People

A teacher shows three toys to a student and asks the student to find out the differences. All the three toys are seemed to be identical in their shape, size and material. After keen observation, the student observes holes in the toys. 1st toy it has holes in the ears. 2nd toy has holes in ear and mouth. 3rd toy has only one hole in one ear. Than with the help of needle the student puts the needle in the ear hole of 1st toy. The needle comes out from the other ear. In the 2nd toy, when the needle was put in ear the needle came out of mouth. And in the 3rd toy, when the needle was put in, the needle did not come out. First toy represent those people around you who gives an impression that they are listening to you, all your things and care for you. But they just pretend to do so. After listening, as the needle comes out from the next ear, the things you said to them by counting on them are gone. So be careful while you are speaking to this type of people around you, who does not care for

The Loyal and Brave Eklavya’s

This is the story of a long-gone era. In the country of India, nearly five thousand years back, lived a boy named Eklavya, the son of a tribal chief in the forests of the kingdom- Hastinapura. Eklavya was a brave, handsome boy. He was loved by all. But he was not happy. His father saw that something troubled Eklavya. More than once he found his son lost deep in thought when other boys enjoyed the pleasures of hunting and playing. One day the father asked his son, Why are you so unhappy, Eklavya? Why don t you join your friends? Why are you not interested in hunting? Father, I want to be an archer replied Eklavya, I want to become a disciple of the great Dronacharya, the great tutor of Archery in Hastinapura. His Gurukul is a magical place where ordinary boys are turned into mighty warriors. Eklavya saw his father was silent. He continued, Father, I know that we belong to the hunting tribe, but I want to be a warrior, father, not a mere hunter. So please allow me to leave home and becom

'Office Boy' at Microsoft

A jobless man applied for the job of “office boy” at Microsoft. The HR interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test. “You are employed” he said. “Give me your e-mail address and I’ll send you the forms to fill in as well as when you may start”. The man replied “But I don’t have a computer, neither an email.” “I’m sorry”, said the HR manager, “If you don’t have an email, that means u do not exist. And who doesn’t exist, cannot have the job.” The man left with no hope at all. He didn’t know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket & buy a 10Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60. The man realized that he can survive this way, and started to go everyday earlier and return late. Thus, his money doubled or triplet everyday. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had h

The Father and his Son

Once there was a son wants to mislead his old father to the forrest because of his incurable disease and he was tired of taking care of this, he carries his Father to get to the deep forrest, but he noticed that his father cuts every branch of trees to the path, the Son ask why he doing this? his father replied , “I am breaking branches because I do not want you to get lost when you come back Son..”.

Greatest Violinist in the World

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all

Marriage

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me

A Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.” He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.” As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard

Cycle of Deeds

There was once a king who was so cruel and unjust that his subjects yearned for his death or dethronement. However, one day he surprised them all by announcing that he had decided to turn over a new leaf. “No more cruelty, no more injustice,” he promised, and he was as good as his word. He became known as the ‘Gentle Monarch’. Months after his transformation one of his ministers plucked up enough courage to ask him what had brought about his change of heart. And the king answered, “As I was galloping through my forests I caught sight of a fox being chased by a hound. The fox escaped into his hole but not before the hound had bitten into its leg and lamed it for life. Later I rode into a village and saw the same hound there. It was barking at a man. Even as I watched, the man picked up a huge stone and flung it at the dog, breaking its leg. The man had not gone far when he was kicked by a horse. His knee was shattered and he fell to the ground, disabled for life. The horse began to run

The Crows in the Palace

One day Emperor Akbar and Birbal were taking a walk in the palace gardens. It was a nice summer morning and there were plenty of crows happily playing around the pond. While watching the crows, a question came into Akbar’s head. He wondered how many crows were there in his kingdom. Since Birbal was accompanying him, he asked Birbal this question. After a moment’s thought, Birbal replied, “There are ninety-five thousand four hundred and sixty-three crows in the Kingdom”. Amazed by his quick response, Akbar tried to test him again, “What if there are more crows than you answered?” Without hesitating Birbal replied, “If there are more crows than my answer, then some crows are visiting from other neighboring kingdoms”. “And what if there are less crows”, Akbar asked. “Then some crows from our kingdom have gone on holidays to other places”. “There is always a way if you think with ease.”

Monkey and the Two Cats

It was the aftermath of a big festival. Two cats were prowling together. One of the cats saw a big cake and mieued. The other jumped up and picket it. The first cat said, “Give me the cake. It is I who saw it first.” The other cat said “Keep away from it. It is I who picked it up.” They were fighting and fighting. But there was no solution. Just then, a monkey passed by. He thought “What foolish cats they must be! Let me make use of this chance.” He came to the cats and said in a loud voice. “Don’t fight. Let me share the cake among you both”. The cake was handed over to the monkey. The monkey split the cake into tow parts. He shook his head and said, “Oho! One is bigger. One is smaller”. He had a bit of the bigger and now said “Oho! This has become smaller now”. He ate from the other. And thus, he went on eating from part to part and finally finished the whole cake. The poor cats were disappointed. “When you quarrel someone else gains.”

Wise Old Man

A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits. The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden. Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there. The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out. The old man then asked him to pull out a slightly bigger plant. The youth pulled hard and the plant came out, roots and all. “Now pull out that one,” said the old man pointing to a bush. The boy had to use all his strength to pull it out. “Now take this one out,” said the old man, indicating a guava tree. The youth grasped the trunk and tried to pull it out. But it would not budge. “It’s impossible,” said the boy, panting with the effort. “So it is with bad habits,” said the sage. “When they are young it is easy to pull them out but when they take hold they cannot be uprooted.” The session with the old man changed the boy’s life. “Don’t wait for Bad Habits to grow in you, drop them while you have con

The Lazy Donkey

Bhola owns a donkey called Khandya. Bhola is a very tolerant and kind master. The donkey is lazy and is always finding ways to avoid work. Once while returning with loads of salt on his back, Khandya falls in the river. He realizes that the fall has lessened the weights of the sacks as the salt has dissolved in the water. The next few days Khandya purposely falls into the water everyday. Bhola is unhappy at the way Khandya is behaving because he is losing money in the process. He decides to teach Khandya a lesson. The next day instead of salt bags he loads Khandya with bags of cotton. Khandya is unaware of the change. As planned, he falls into the water and gets the bags wet. He is surprised to find the load unbearable. His otherwise master also starts beating him. Khandya learns his lesson and starts behaving.. “Work with honesty and sincerity because laziness will ruin you.”

The Laughing Stock

Banwarilal is a simple soul who believes whatever he is told. The village boys are aware of this and exploit his simplicity for a few laughs. One day, Banwarilal is on his way to the market with his son to sell their donkey. He comes across some village boys out to have fun. Seeing the father and son duo walking with the donkey, they first suggest that the son ride on the donkey and save the effort. The son is put on the donkey’s back. The boys then ridicule the boy for riding while the father walks. The father and son switch places. The father rides while the son walks. The boys then taunt the father for making the poor son walk and advise the duo to ride the donkey together. Thinking it a good idea they comply. The poor donkey collapses from exhaustion. The boys then express their disgust at the duo for ill treating the donkey and advice that they take the donkey to an animal doctor. The duo again follows the advice. On the way, they come across barking stray dogs. In the confusion t

Akbar and Birbal

On a cold winter day Akbar and Birbal took a walk along the lake. A thought came to Birbal that a man would do anything for money. He expressed his feelings to Akbar. Akbar then put his finger into the lake and immediately removed it because he shivered with cold. Akbar said “I don’t think a man would spend an entire night in the cold water of this lake for money.” Birbal replied “I am sure I can find such a person.” Akbar then challenged Birbal into finding such a person and said that he would reward the person with a thousand gold coins. Birbal searched far and wide until he found a poor man who was desperate enough to accept the challenge. The poor man entered the lake and Akbar had guards posted near him to make sure that he really did as promised. The next morning the guards took the poor man to Akbar. Akbar asked the poor man if he had indeed spent the night in the lake. The poor man replied that he had. Akbar then asked the poor man how he managed to spend the night in the lake.

Stubborn Goats

Two goats came face to face while crossing a narrow bridge. “Let me pass” said one of them. “Never, you get out of my way” said the other goat. They quarrel each other and lost their balance. They fell into the stream down below and died! A few days later another two goats came face to face while crossing the same bridge. Both these goats were wise and patient. They made way for each other to cross the narrow bridge. Both reached their home safely. “Better bend than break.”

The Pundit in the Village

There was Pundit in the village. He was well-versed in all Scriptures. He knew everything, but, he was poor. He did not have a house. He used to get his meals also with great difficulties. Even his clothes were very much worn out. So, the Pundit used to beg for his meals. He went from House-to-House begging. “Please give me alms”. On seeing his old clothes many people were thinking that he is mad. So, saying “Go Away” they shut the door. For many days he did not even eaten. Once somehow he obtained new clothes. A rich man gave those clothes to the Pundit. Wearing those new clothes he went to beg as before. To the very first house he went, the householder said, “Sir, please come in. Please have your food in our house”. Saying thus, with great respect, he took the Pundit inside for food. The Pundit sat down to eat. Varieties of soups, Sweet meals, Vedas, and Sweet foods were served for eating. Having prayed first, the Pundit took a sweetmeat with his hand and began to feed his new clothe

Rabbit and the Turtle

One day a rabbit was boasting about how fast he could run. He was laughing at the turtle for being so slow. Much to the rabbit’s surprise, the turtle challenged him to a race. The rabbit thought this was a good joke and accepted the challenge. The fox was to be the umpire of the race. As the race began, the rabbit raced way ahead of the turtle, just like everyone thought. The rabbit got to the halfway point and could not see the turtle anywhere. He was hot and tired and decided to stop and take a short nap. Even if the turtle passed him, he would be able to race to the finish line ahead of him. All this time the turtle kept walking step by step by step. He never quit no matter how hot or tired he got. He just kept going. >However, the rabbit slept longer than he had thought and woke up. He could not see the turtle anywhere! He went at full-speed to the finish line but found the turtle there waiting for him. “Never underestimate the weakest opponent.”

The Lion and the Fox

Once upon a time there was a lion that grew so old that he was unable to kill any prey for his food. So, he said to himself, I must do something to stay my stomach else I will die of starvation. He kept thinking and thinking and at last an idea clicked him. He decided to lie down in the cave pretending to be ill and then who-so-ever will come to inquire about his health, will become his prey. The old lion put his wicked plan into practice and it started working. Many of his well-wishers got killed. But evil is short lived. One day, a fox came to visit the ailing lion. As foxes are clever by nature, the fox stood at the mouth of the cave and looked about. His sixth sense worked and he came to know the reality. So, he called out to the lion from outside and said, How are you, sir? The lion replied, I am not feeling well at all. But why don’t you come inside? Then the fox replied, I would love to come in, sir! But on seeing, all foot prints going to your cave and none coming out, I would

Four Friends

Four friends live in a village which has been struck by famine. Three of them are extremely clever and learned and consider their friend Shivanand a lazy but practical fool. The four decide to go a place called Manasa, which is considered an asylum for scholars. On their way they have to pass through a forest. There they come across bones of a lion. Satyanand decides to show his knowledge by recreating the lion’s skeleton. The other friend reconstructs the lion’s muscles and structure. Vidyanand then wants to show his superior powers by breathing life into the lion. Shivanand tries to stop them and warns them of the consequences of their plans. But they do not stop. Shivanand climbs a tree before Vidyanand foolishly proceeds with his plans. The lion comes to life and devours the three learned fools. Shivanand’s practical nature saves him. “It is better to be practical than learned.”

Learning from Mistakes

Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked satisfactorily, his assistant complained, “All our work is in vain. We have learned nothing.” Edison replied very confidently, “Oh, we have come a long way and we have learned a lot. We know that there are two thousand elements which we cannot use to make a good light bulb.” ” We can also learn from our mistakes.”

Aking Ama

Nang ang diwa ko’y magising sa Daigdig ng Himala, May narinig akong tanong na sa isip ko’y nabadha: “Ang tahanan daw bay ano? Ang tahana’y ano kaya? Ang tahanan kaya’y itong nagisnan kong munting dampa?” Ang tugon ng aking ina: “Sa tahanan ginagawa Ang pagsintang sa isipa’y napabinhi’t napapunla.” Ang pakli ng aking ama: “Sa tahanan nagmumula’t Sa tahanan nagwawakas ang buhay ng Sangnilikha.” Maligaya ako kapag nakakapiling Ang lahat ng aking kaisang-damdamin; Nalilimutan ko ang mga hilahil, Ang sumasa-puso’y banal na hangarin; Kaya’t sa tuwa ko’y malimit sabihing Ang Diyos ay sadyang malapit sa akin. At nang ako ay lumaki, noon ko na napagtuos Na ang mundo’y isa palang Tahanan ng Sangkinupkop, Sa tahanan tinutuwid ang isip na pabaluktok, Sa tahanan pinapanday mga isipang marupok, At ang aking mutyang ama ang matibay na kalupkop, Na sa aming kahinaa’y nagbibigay ng panlusog, Kaya pala’t ang tahana’y nang likhain na ng Diyos, Ang nilikhang unang tao’y isang amang maalindog. Ang tahanan,

Ako'y Pilipino

Pilipino ako sa anyo, sa kulay, sa wika, sa gawa at sa kalinangan. Ang mutyang bayan ko’y Perlas ng Silangan, kilala sa ganda at sa iwing taglay na yaman. Sa mga ugat ko ay nananalaytay, magiting na dugo ng raha at lakan; ang kasaysayan ko’y di malilimutan ng aking kalahi’t liping pinagmulan Maraming bayaning nagbuwis ng buhay, di nag-atubili sa tawag ng bayan, nabuwal sa dilim at nagdusang tunay upang kalayaan ay aking makamtan. Ikararangal ko itong aking lahi, di ikahihiya sa alinmang lipi; busilak ang puso, malinis ang budhi mamatay ay langit kung bayan ang sanhi. Taas noong aking ipagmamalaki Pilipino akong may dangal na lahi, Sintang Pilipinas ang bayan kong saksi, dinilig ng dugo ng mga bayani.

Ang Aking Guro

Masdan mo ang guro, ang taong dakila, Mapagtiis siya’t laging matiyaga; Sa tungkulin niya’y lagi siyang handa, walang tigil siya sa maghapong gawa. Guro ko ang siyang nagturo sa akin, Na ang ating lupa ay aking mahalin, Ako raw’y gumawa at aking sikaping Mapaunlad itong mutyang bayan natin. Siya ang nagturo ng kabayanihan Ng ating Mabini, Burgos at del Pilar; Siya ang nag-ulat ng buhay ni Rizal, Siya ang nagturong ako’y maging tapat Sa mga tungkuling aking ginaganap Nagtatagumpay raw yaong masisipag, Di raw giginhawa yapng taong tamad. Siya ang maysabing ating tangkilikin Yaong mga bagay na yari sa atin; Sino pa raw yaong tutulungan natin Kundi kababayan at kalahi na rin. Guro ko ang aking tunay na huwaran Siya ay maayos sa kanyang katawan, Sa pagsasalita, siya ay magalang At sa diwa niya’y may matutuhan. Iyang aking guro’y isang mamamayang Dapat ding tawaging bayani ng bayan; Ang mga pinuno sa kinabukasa’y Nangagdaang lahat sa kaniyang mga kamay.

Ala-ala Ng "Ika-30 Ng Disyembre"

Labingwalong angaw: isang puso. Isang diwa, isang buhay. May isang watawat; Malaya! Malaya! Sa araw ng ito ang gunitang banal: Isang Noli’t Fili Isang Balintawak, Isang Bagumbayan. Nalibing ang Martir. Subali’t bumangon Ang diwang Magiting! Ang dibdib ng bayan ay biglang nayanig, Putok! Sigaw! Putok! Dumanak ang dugo – Sa dugo namuo Ang isang Malolos! Labingwalong angaw: isang puso, Isang diwa, isang buhay; Dr. Jose Rizal.

Ang Aking Kamag-aral

May katabi ako sa aking upuan, Siya ay mabait, tahimik, magalang. Binibigyan ako ng baong tinapay, Isinusukob ako sa payong n’yang taglay. Noong isang araw, ako’y nagkasakit, Ako ay dinalaw, ng aking katabi.

Ang Alaga Kong Kuting

May alaga akong kuting, Ang pangalan niya’y Muning; Ang kulay ay puti’t itim, Kung tumakbo ay matulin. Makinang ang kayang mata Sa dilim ay kitang-kita; Balahibo ay kay ganda, Masdan mo siya’t kay sigla. Pagulungin mo ang bola, Ito’y lalaruin niya; Kung magpalakad-lakad ka, Hahabulin iyong paa.

Ang Bandila

Ang pula at asul at tatlong bituin na nagwawagayway sa araw at dilim ay siyang sagisag ng dugong magiting… iyan ang bandilang Bayan ang kapiling! Kasaysayan nito’y hindi matawaran, pagka’t ang lumikha ay dugo at buhay; siyang namumuno sa luha’t tagumpay ng bayang iniwi sa lahat ng araw! Siyan umaaliw kung baya’y malungkot, siya ang dambana sa gabing marupok; siya ang hiwaga ng nadapang kurus, ng bayan kung sawi at naghihikahos! Ayaw paalipin, ayaw ring madusta, ayaw mapigilan ang sariling laya; ayaw mayurakan ng mga banyaga na nagmamalabis… nang-aalipusta! Pangit na ugaling nais manatili sa lupang hinirang di payag mangyari; sukat na ihandog ang pagsasarili sa malayang langit ng mga bayani! Sa paa ng kurus o rurok ng langit, patayong liwanag ang kanyang pag-ibig, kapalarang lipos o nagwaging hapis, ginagawang galak sa gitna ng tangis! Banig ng kahapon o tapis ng bukas, nagbibigay saya at kulay ng lakas; hikbi ng parusa’t sigaw ng magdamag, siyang Haring-Diyos na walang kalikas! Bukas m

Ang Aking Pangarap

Pangarap kong magbakasyon Kapiling ang hanging Habagat At kami’y maglilimayon Sa mga ilog at dagat. Ipagmamalaki ko sa kanya Na hindi galing sa atin ang basura, Na naglutang sa dalampasigan. Ng Kamaynilaan. Sa lungsod ko siya igagala Doon sa nilalakaran ng rodilyo At sa gilid ay nagtayo Ang mga pabrika ng bata. Ipagmamalaki ko sa kanya, Na ang mga nakatira Ay hindi nagtatapon ng basura Sa mga kanal at kalsada. Ililigid ko siya nang masigla Sa mga bundok at gubat, Na ginawang pugad Ng mga tumakas sa siyudad. Ipagmamalaki ko sa kanya Na ang mga punong matatayog, Na pinutol at nililok Ay naging santong bantayog! Upang siya’y malibang Makapag-unwind, ma-relax, At hindi na makapaminsala Sa bayan kong Pilipinas! Ito ang aking pangarap.   ni: Kiko Manalo  -(likod-bahay 2012)

Ang Batong Maliit

Namamasyal noon ang hari sa hardin Upang bigyang laya ang diwa’t panimdim Walang anu-ano; natawag ang pansin Ng batong maliit na hamak sa tingin Bato’y tinitigan at tinisud-tisod At saka tinanong ang kanya ring loob Ano kaya itong himala ng Diyos? Bakit pati ito, sa mundo’y sumipot? Ng haring nawili sa pagkakatitig, Sa wakas umurong ang taglay na guhit Ng kanilang palad ay nagkakawangis. Bato ay maliit, at hamak na hamak, Siya ay dakila at hari ang tawag, Nguni’t ngayon niya nakuro’t natatap Na ang hari’t bato’y pantay rin ang sukat. Hugis pa nga siya kung pagtutuusin Ng hamak na batong maliit sa tingin, Siya’y naglalayag na patungong libing, Bato’y matitirang bato rin sa hardin… Kung saan-saan na naglakba’y ang isip

Ang Buhay Ng Palay

Munting butil na nimbagang isinabog sa bukirin, Nang tumubo’y tila damong anong inam pagmalasin, Mga daho’y makikitid na sa puno’y tila mandin Kumakaway sa amihang kung humihip ay kaylambing! Sa sinag ng haring araw ay may taglay na pag-asa, Sa halik ng hanging-bukid na lagi nang nagsasaya, Ang bukid ay naging kumot na luntiang anong ganda! Palay natin ay namunga sa tulong ng mga ambon, Nang ang araw ng Disyembre’y sumikat na mahinahon, Kabukirang dating lunti’y naging parang ginto noon. Ang uhay na mapipintog ng palay na tila ginto, Nang humapay sa pilapil at sa linang ay yumuko, Magsasaka’y nagsilabas na may galak bawa’t puso, At ginapas ang biyayang sa bukid ay tumutubo. Sa saliw ng mga biro at tawanang masisigla, Ginapas ang ating palay, inani rin ang pag-asa. Ang pag-asang kulay ginto ng bukas na maligaya, Nang bukas na mariwasa ng bayan kong sinisinta. Sa patak ng mga hamog ng malamig na umaga, Ang malamig na Nobyembre nang idating ng panahon,

Ang Dakilang Hiyas

Ang isang anluwage, ang isang platero at ang isang panday, minsan ay nagtalo, nguni’t di malaman sa tatlo kung sino ang mayrong katuwiran sa baya’t sa tao. Kaya’t nang di sila magkaayun-ayon Pinabayaan nang araw ang humatol; nag-uwian sila’t sa kanilang nayon ang dating gawa’y ipinagpatuloy. Sa pulbos na ginto at hiblang tumbaga rubi’t diyamanteng pinagsama-sama, ilang araw lamang ay nakayari na ang dating platero ng isang korona. Nguni’t itong hiyas na katangi-tangi na sa mundo yata ay walang kauri, nang mapaputong na sa ulo ng hari daming naaliping mga baya’t lahi…! Sa biyas ng bakal na pinagpag-alab binayo’t pinalo upang magkatabas, itong panday nama’y nakagawa’t sukat ng isang espadang hindi madalumat. Nguni’t ang patalim na hindi malirip na sakdal ng talas ang dulo’t ang gilid, nang mapasa-kamay ng kung sinong ganid ang dugo sa lupa’y naglawa’t nagputik…! Sa dalawang putol ng kahoy na luma na pinagpadipa’t pinagtama-tama, ang dating anluwage sa hindi kawasa isang kurus naman ang n

Ang Bulaklak

Sa mayamang lupa mayroong sumilip Na halamang lunti’t anong pagkaliit, Pilit tumataas at nais mabatid Ang ano at dahil ng munting daigdig. Hindi nga naglaon at naging malusog Lumaki at saka nagkabukong lubos… Bukong di maabot ng araw at unos At himbing na himbing sa pagkakatulog. Ngunit napasok din ng sinag ng araw Ang tulog na buko at saka pinukaw, Binating masigla at pinagsabihang Gumising at masdan ang lupang ibabaw. Kaya’t munting buko dito’y napahantad Sa init ng araw ay kukurap-kurap, Nakita ang langit na napakalawak At mga naglipad na mga kulisap. Hinagkan ng hangin ang mga talulot At sa pagbukadkad ay agad nagsabog Ng bangong matamis sa buong palibot Bangong sinisinta ng mga bubuyog.

Ang Damdamin

Ito’y pintig ng puso, Ito’y laman ng dibdib; Aliw, tuwa, galak, Lungkot, lumbay; Nagdudulot ng ngiti at halakhak, Kung minsan hibik, iyak, hinagpis taghoy at paos na tinig.

Ang Dampang Tahanan

Madalas marinig sa maraming bibig: “Dumalaw ka naman sa aming maliit at dampang tahanan.” Malimit na sagot ay ang sumusunod: “Di ko tinitingnan ang bahay na munti kundi namamahay.” Ano ang tahanan? Yaon ba’y gusaling pinagkagastahan ng maraming pilak at malaking yaman? Yaon ba’y kongkreto na ubod ng tibay na di nagbabago bumagyo’t umaraw? Iyon kaya nama’y isang bahay-kubong, kugon ang bubungan at maraming butas sa palarindingan? Isa kayang dampang tukod ay kawayang sa kaunting hangin ay gigiray-giray? Ang isang tahana’y Hindi sinusukat sa mga paligid na magandang tingnan at kaakit-akit; Kahit na palasyong singganda ng langit ay hindi tahanan pag-walang pag-ibig. Ang isang tirahan kahit sira-sira sa laot ng bukid Pag ang namamaha’y may bukas na dibdib at nagmamahalan sa lahat ng saglit… Iyan ang tahanang tangi sa daigdig!

Ang Guryon (Saranggola)

Tanggapin mo, anak, itong munting guryon, na yari sa patpat at “papel de Hapon,” magandang laruan, pula, puti, asul, na may pangalan mong sa gitna naroon. Ang hiling ko lamang, bago paliparin ang guryon mong ito ay pakatimbangin, ang dulo at paulo ay sukating magaling nang hindi umikit o kaya’y kumiling. Saka umihip ang hangin, ilabas at sa itaas bayaang lumipad; datapwa’t ang pisi ay tibayan mo, anak, at baka lagutin ng hanging malakas. Ibigin man at hindi, balang araw ikaw ay matutuksong makipag-agawan; makipaglaban ka, subali’t tandaan, na ang nagtatagumpay ay ang pusong marangal. At kung ang guryon mo’y sakaling madaig, matangay ng iba o kaya’y mapatid; kung saka-sakaling di na makabalik, maawaing kamay nawa ang magkamit. Ang buhay ay guryon: marupok, malikot, maagaw at umagaw saan man sumuot…. Oh, paliparin mo at ihalik sa Diyos, bago tuloy-tuloy sa lupa ay sumubsob.

Ang Duwende

Sa hardin ay merong punso, Doon ako’y nagtutungo Upang paligid ay walisin ko’t Alisin ang kalat na damo. Nang ako ay magkasakit, Punso’y hindi nalilinis; Hindi ako makaidlip, Punso’y aking naiisip. Habang ako’y nakaratay, Sa akin ay may dumalaw, May regalo siyang taglay, Sabi’y siya’y duwende raw. Nang siya ay lilisan na, Sa akin ay sinabi niya: “Pagka’t sadyang mabait ka Ang buhay mo’y liligaya.”

Ang Higanteng Tren

Tila ahas na nagmula sa himpilang kanyang lungga, ang galamay at palikpik, pawang bakal, tanso, tingga, ang kaliskis, lapitan mo’t mga bukas na bintana! Ang riles na lalakatay nakabalatay sa daan, umaaso ang bunganga at maingay na maingay sa Tutuban magmumula’t patutungo sa Dagupan! O kung gabi’t masalubong ang mata ay nag-aapoy ang silbato sa malayo’y dinig mo pang sumisipol at hila-hila ang kanyang kabit-kabit namang bagon. Walang pagod ang makina, may baras na nasa rueda, sumisigaw, sumisibad, humuhuni ang pitada, tumetelenteng ang kanyang kampanilya sa tuwina. “Kailan ka magbabalik?” “Hanggang sa hapon ng Martes,” at tinangay na ng tren, ang naglakbay na pag-ibig, sa bentanilya’y may panyo’t may naiwang nananangis!

Ang Ibong Kanaway

May mga hapon, lalo kung katatapos pa lamang ng bagyo Na ang mga ibong kanaway, mga ibong mga taga dagat, Ay naglalabasan mula sa mga yungib na pinamamahingahan nila, At nagliliparan sa look ng Maqueda. Pabalik-balik, paikot-ikot, waring walang patutunguhan, May hinahanap, may ipinagsasaya. Ang taas ng lipad nila’y dulot Ng mahahabang pakpak Na tila walang pagkapagod Habang pinaghahati-hati nila ang kalakhan ng langit At isinasabog sa mga manonood Sa mga baybayin ng Katbalogan. Unti-unti nang naglalaho ang araw Ang gabi’y ibig nang mamahinga, Matapos lakbayin ang mga bundok ng Samar; Ang lapay, tagak, at lawin ay pauwi nang nagsisilipad At isa-isa nang sinisindihan ng mga mangingisda Ang kanilang mga ilawan, Natatanaw pa ang mga hugis nilang unti-unting naglalaho At nakikipagsayaw sa mga alon, sa dahan-dahang lumalamig Na simoy ng hangin at sa dumaraming mga anino Parang ang mga iyon ay nakikipaghabulan sa araw. Ang Makata’y isang ibong kanaway. Dinadala siya ng malalabay na pakpak Sa