As cited in Wikipedia, brain drain (or human capital flight), is the large-scale emigration of a large group of individuals with technical skills or knowledge. Regrettably, such phenomenon coherently depicts upon my eyes one Sunday.
Lured due to a routine Taiwan life, a light bulb pops in my mind to wander to the next city to entice the rest of the day. Seated aback on a lousy train, I hear the familiar sound of my native tongue, the Philippine language. A smirk glowed upon my face, knowing that I am not alone in this foreign land.
Not only that, as I stepped down on the train’s platform a flooding crowd of more Filipinos joined the arriving passengers that filled my heart with astonishment and happiness. But such bewilderment lived shortly in my heart, for such following encounters of our fellow men.
PH Brain drain #1 Certified Public Accountant
Adjusting to the pace of the fast moving crowd, I suitably walk on stairs. Yet, I halted as I saw an identification card that had fallen on the station’s floor. With difficulty I picked it up as my hand avoided the heavy footsteps of the by passers. And to my surprise, a Philippine Certified Public Accountant License I.D. Thus, my surprised thoughts were interrupted as the lady came up close and claimed such possession.
A word of thank you has greeted me, and I responded to it with a question, “Where do you work?” The latter then replied by quoting the name of the factory in some place and left. Struck of lightning, I was left with a question, why? Why would a CPA convert his/her license in exchange for a menial job in a factory? Well, I shooed my question away in order to upbeat myself.
PH Brain drain #2 Licensed Professional Teacher
Recovered of the first encounter, I exited the station and strolled to the city’s bustling alley. Amiable English songs were played, accompanied with the honking of the yellow taxi on the street. Joyous laughter of many Filipinos was vivid upon my ear. And then I flocked into the populace of Filipino ladies surveying the racks of colored and glittery shoes in a store. I joined the shoppers with the pretentions of buying but not a plan.
I congenially talked to one Filipino lady and asked “Are you from the Philippines?” And I saw a nod. Continuously we conversed and the rest joined. We found that we have a common denominator – teachers. And finally she mentioned “We actually passed the LET (Licensure Examination for Teachers) but landed no job in the Philippines.” And others were in queue with the thousand waiting list candidates. I sighed; “Where has the entire budget for education gone?” Sad but true, like Miss Certified Public Accountant, they exchanged their licenses for a job in factory.
Saved by then, earning comes rather than mesmerizing on the hanging diploma on the wall.
Blame for the Brain Drain
My thoughts pondered, whom shall I blame for such a brain drain encounter? Undoubtedly, the rusticated Philippine system which has never changed. Mr. You Know Who You Are, wake up and empty your pockets! A simple command, yet hard to be done. Reckoning, a flashback of a dear one hit me, gleefully played the tagalog song “Walang Natira” by Gloc-9.
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