They find comfort in walking Walking consciously Walking with the rest Walking to remember and remind Those who forget Lost to the throngs, their footsteps leave no shadows, no prints as if frisked away by playful waves on a beach … Continue reading →
Suddenly, it seems this being in the in-between, is the root-narrative of my life: Of constantly being torn or dangling between two unknown spheres. The real and the imaginary; the East and the West; the English and the Sinhala; the … Continue reading →
A colleague I had worked with sometime back dropped into see me this evening at my office. I was delighted to see Kalle. Usually, when projects finish, people forget you. When you no longer profit them in some way or … Continue reading →
It’s past midnight and I’m still searching Searching for a party to join Walking past the neon lights Past the posh cars whizzing by With rich and powerful chasing Their dreams through the city night Empty streets, foul gutters Clicking … Continue reading →
I remember a popular T-shirt we used to wear back in my college days in Delhi. I WAS BORN INTELLIGENT. EDUCATION RUINED ME. I am not sure if I am qualified to pass any statements about university education in Sri Lanka. I schooled here entirely. If it wasn’t for the few theatre projects that saved [...]
The Chinese missed this animal – the patriot in their zodiac. And the lion. But they got the monkey and the rabbit and the horse.They got the tiger,too. But let’s not talk about that! Slightly disturbing though, because we are so fond of the Chinese. If the Chinese had the patriot in their zodiac it [...]
Returned to Bolgoda to translate ‘No Return’ with Rajitha, Shyam and Gihan. It was a small bungalow on the edge of a lake with lotus and water-lily fringed banks. In fact, the very first entry of this blog came from my previous visit there, when I captured ‘Just another Lotus from Lake Bolgoda‘. And this [...]
Last Wednesday evening, after a tiring day, my soul needed a bit of art-therapy. Jumped into a tuk-tuk and got myself to John de Silva where the final round of State Drama Festival was taking place. Colombo Colombo, a play by Indika Ferdinando was on. There were many who liked it and disliked it and [...]
When I dream It is hard to deem This memory Isn’t entirely mine Or it isn’t me in that frame Propped up on her bed against the pillows The lampshade on the side table Blushing walls almost turquoise green The whiff of sea and freedom on her cheek You loved to breathe in Nana, tell [...]
I walked till my toes ached, in the Museuminsel (Museum Island) in Berlin. Couldn’t cover all the five museums; I managed Pergamon Museum and rushed through Altes Museum. I’m not quite sure what hooks me to ancient sites and museums when I step into such sites. It almost gives me a trance. Maybe it’s this [...]
So it’s Berlin 2010. It’s the fall. The maples are caught in the Autumn fire. The sun mellowed down and sentimental. My German colleagues tell me I’ve brought the sun with me, since it’s out again after weeks of rain and meek weather. And this time, as I was walking through the clean streets, with [...]