My writing desk in 2017

Saturday, April 21, 2018

When I was in college, about four decades ago, non-creative and non-imaginative organizations would engage in fund-raising projects and train their student officers to sell tickets to every Tom, Dick, and Harry. These ticket sellers would stand in building corners and in corridors and accost everyone to buy a ticket. They were trained to turn on the charm, to be seductive, and, when a student happened to say that he had to money to buy a ticket, they would say out loud to embarrass him, "Ano? Wala kang pera?"

Those are the ABCs of bullying and of drug pushing. In atchay parlance, it is called "pangingikil", and, yes, it all begins in college.

I wonder if this is still being done. I also wonder where those students are today.

One thing is for sure. They must still be "selling tickets".

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