“I’m not Sinhala! I’m a Jaffna Tamil from my mother’s side. Yeah, I was born in Colombo, but, you know.” “My people are Portugeuse! My great-grandfather was Portugeuse. They’re my people.” “Schoolboy? Nonsense, man, I’m a Royalist.” “Hah! Them Royalists. Ponces. Isipathana! Green blood!” “We don’t talk to them. They’re Museities.” “Are you a Kandy Buddhist? Because you say “Appachchi” ...

Janus month. Januwary. January has been a bad month. For some reason, I’m reminded of the opening lines of T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland”. I don’t know why. I’ve been over that poem many, many times, and my predicament bears nothing in relation to that poet. January, for me, has simply been a month of delays; of overdue things; of missed deadlines and half-complete ...

You throw your lasso clear and far It lands tight around my waist And try as I might to pull away You keep me in this place I’m trying hard to forget you I’m desperate to move on But you have this hold on me And so my heart is torn It isn’t fair – you chose her You left ...

Outing at Elephant Orphanage – Pinnawala My daughter who is now 3 and half years old is very fond of elephants though she had not seen them much in close proximity except once at Kandy when she was very young. Her fondness may be due to the fact that most stories that we tell her when she is fed or goes to bed featuring elephants , ...

Internship Opportunities for the Youth of Sri Lanka Gone are the days when the only type of internships available in Sri Lanka were attached to a bank, a garment company or a multinational corporation. The shift away from this trend began a few years ago with the coming of a new wave of development, a mixture of “old meets new.” The growing hospitality industry, a revival of the ...

Head Held High…Walk! (c) creative commons Sometimes you know it’s that moment, from where there is no return. You have known this for a while but you wait for that incident which justifies what you do in the end, so that you won’t feel that you gave up too soon, you did not try enough, or things could have been different. Then things ...

Srilanka’s British Street Names Sri Lanka has a weird mixture of street names that vary from people’s surnames (Barnes Place), a combination of two words (Andarawatta Road) to names containing one word description of a fact (Galle Road). Where did these names come from? It’s been 200 years since the British colonized our country and some of its vestiges were left behind in the ...

Back in 2013, I wrote a post about expanding terminal history unlimited. Recently I moved from Linux to Mac OS. Then I wanted unlimited history. Usually in Mac OS X you will only get 500 entries in history. New entries would replace old entries.Take the a terminal window and type below command.open ~/.bash_profileor vim ~/.bash_profileMost probably you will get an ...

She could sweep me off my feet with her swee touch and embrace take me to the dark side with a touch from her warm lusious lips Make me drool over and over when she look at me through her eyes I pray for the heavens Not to take her away from me. I am glad that she is mine. ...

One day you fall in love and that’s it. You just don’t know what hit you, but you strangely like it. That bi-polar disorder style feelings, the irrational up-downs of emotions, you live through it all. The weirdest is setting up the alarm clock three hours into your sleep to make sure that the other would not miss his flight, ...

The conventional telcos were complaining that the Googles and the Facebooks of the world (labeled by them as Over-the-Top or OTT players) were unfairly getting a free ride on the expensive, difficult-to-maintain last mile access network. Bharti Airtel went as far as unilaterally seeking to identify such uses by their customers and to impose additional charges on them. They backed ...

The world is too calm and I’m on fire … Its wired and I’m slowly edging towards the deep end.. It all might end soon. I don’t know.. It feels like I’ve lost control of my emotions. Its as if I’d rather do and say the opposite of what I mean to do and say… In my head I’m reading ...

Tsunami Train No. 50 As any other eight-year-old boy, Nimesh Kavinda was fascinated by trains. Living in Peraliya – a small fishing village right by the sea in the Southern Coast of Sri Lanka – his house was located right in front of the rail tracks. In young Nimesh’s mind, trains were magical dragons which transported people from one land to another. As he ...

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