(Dance Grooves of the Marcos’ Babies in the 70’s)!

From the Pages of the 45th Anniversary Souvenir Program:

By Philip Sarreal (Monosomic ’76)

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Souvenir 45th Anniversary ProgramIf not boogeying to the disco and salsa tunes with the 70’s strobe lights or mimicking the moves of John Travolta, a lot of Vrods and Sis “below” (Aggie Chapter) were very busy building the booth for the yearly February Fair, in addition to excelling at their studies. Quiz contests also abounded everywhere to test our mettle (Paramihan ng Alam, anyone?). Or how about the Math and Chemistry Quiz contests? Inter-org sport competitions were also popular, especially volleyball, with Sis Dix B. serving up some of the best spikes this side of the Asian Games. Of course some of the less refined UPLB denizens would tend to indulge themselves in those “barbaric” frat rumbles but not us Varrons, no matter how provoked we were. Intellectual pursuits were more challenging for us so to speak, and we’d rather excel as leaders – whether as student editors, student council leaders or student counselors, or as we were – academic students.

Alive we were in the UPLB campus in the 70’s, though others were less lucky. With student demonstrations at Mendiola in 1970 and the Plaza Miranda bombing in August 1971 heightened student activism in student campuses all over Manila and Diliman campuses was brought forth. Issues revolved around graft and corruption of government officials, the presence of US military base, increased militarization and abuses of the Marcos military, as well as evident subservience of the Marcos administration to US interest and policies (with the Vietnam War still looming in Asia).

With the increasing economic poverty in the country New People’s Army – a pro-communist group supposedly – started gathering more sympathy and supposedly increased their violent approach. To counter such encroachment the Marcos government (and incognito cronies) staged some bombings around Manila to sabotage any growing support to the so-called “Communists” and other leftist elements. This led to the infamous Plaza Miranda bombings which the Marcos government blamed on these Communist subversives. Then in September 1972 fearing the nearing end of his term (the Philippine constitution mandated a term limit on the Presidency), Marcos declared Martial Law on the pretext of saving the Republic. This augured the beginning of Marcos dictatorship (“constitutional authoritarianism” was the Marcos semantics take on it).

Against such a backdrop was set the Aggie and Forestry’s famed Dome Booth in 1978 – with a photo exhibit/collage of the socio-political realities around us – a blatant tirade against the political status quo, reinforcing our unending quest for the primacy of humane life. Winning the Booth of the Year in 1978 with the “Dome” designed by Doc Bonita – a very inspired collaboration with our Forestry vrods and sis – it was probably the culmination of the Varrons’ belief of service to society through an enlightened populace.

Varrons Booth 78

The UP Varrons won the Booth of the Year in the 1978 February Fair held at the UP Los Baños playgrounds.

Further on the local front a tightly-knit group of Sis lived in the unofficial hangouts or tambayans of the Varrons at Umali subdivision, Gonzales compound or Catalan (Katalan-dian was the more popular name). They had to practically need WMD’s (Weapons of Mass Destruction) to fight off invading vrods and sis who had too much time on their hand to raid their food, privacy and overall peace and quiet (oh come on Sis – we really love you! By the way – what is that you’re cooking for dinner? You cooking for 2 or 12?). Whether it’s the adventures of cooking (tinolang puro papaya, anyone? how about some tulya?) or just the ever-present lending ears, the Varrons definitely can spice up your life.

We really loved our Sis so much (either that or they got tired of the Vrods’ whining) that we even came out with Dearest – the overall Tia Dely or diary of the ever-romantic Varron. Dearest was the venue for the outpouring of the poet, bohemian, heartbroken, confused Varron student. Get a whiff of this:

“… though I think I’ll grow old
counting the stars
please let me not die
without a trail
without a footprint behind
and should you give me back
that long lost smile
look the other way
when you see me counting
lonely steps in a mile” (Oct. 11, 1978)

Isn’t that enough to turn you mush?

Last Updated on October 12, 2016 by Tudla_Admin