Heading towards the bookfair tomorrow. Can hardly contain myself!!! Yesterday the queue was SO bad that I was forced to back down and retreat from the BMICH entrance, knowing that if getting in was THIS hard, getting a peek at the books even sideways wouldn't be an option. Unless there were more vehicles than there were people. Which seems ...
The book fair is right around the corner and I JUST CANNOT WAIT! Halls and halls of, stalls and stalls of, rows and rows of books! Sigh.......... Bliss! :) Wandering through the alleyways flanked left right and centre with books, air perfumed with that special smell unique to those entire worlds trapped between pages, once you enter these halls ...
Simple people with simple needs. Go to school, find some work, earn, find a boy/girl with promising prospects, get married in a wedding that you cannot afford, build a house, get a car, make kids, force them into the same dreary rat race, get into debt in doing so, go partying, etc, etc. How very ordinary. It depresses me. ...
From the still very much under construction novel of mine. Only God and not even my disconcerted mind knows when it will be ready for publication. Until then, an excerpt. Written, on my way to work. "This is a strange and a colourful land, its hues muted under so much muck and grime. Its people, much like its earth ...
I had jam paan today. Nostalgic food. Brings a smile to my face everytime. The last time I had jam paan, I must have been about 6 years old. Jam paan those days were these weirdly shaped coarse buns (to be quite honest, they looked like oddly shaped feet to me) filled with these chemical tasting red coloured jam ...
Ok so I'm confused. Who exactly is our secretary of Defense? Gnanasara or Gotabaya? Coz apparently it was the BBS (Bulshit Blaring Squad) Secretary Galagodaaththe Gnanasara who had ordered the attack against civilians of Weliweriya who had assembled together for the justifiable cause of obtaining clean water. So whos more powerful? Gnanasara or Gotabaya? Oh wait.....has it been Gnanasara ...
Written in a tuk tuk - It is a truth universally acknowledged that tuk tuks are the bane of every driver's life. They wriggle their way through anything, come rain or shine, they wriggle, wriggle wriggle, a puff of smoke, a high pitched honk and they are gone, just like that. They scratch the body of your hard earned ...
I think policemen in rain coats are pretty hot. Not the black ones, the khaki ones that assentuate the figure.Well, don't look at me like that. I'm just a teeny bit weird I guess. To make myself clearer, personally I'm not a huge fan of the police. Can't stand the lot in fact. But this.....is a random thing that ...
I like to have my lunch in the peace and quiet of the deserted lunch room. This is the only time of the day that I get for myself, alone. And I am a firm believer of the fact that I deserve some time alone with myself, to think, to ponder and to simply.....be. Its just that gossip annoys ...
An extremely productive weekend. A whole lot of movies, home cooked yummy food, a Chitral Somapala performance, a good bit of dancing, a heavenly head massage followed by a good haircut. I feel good :) I wish every weekend was like this. Most weekends are nonexistent these days. You are all excited on Friday night and before you know ...
Those first few minutes of awakening...After a blissful night of sleep that gentle tap on the door sounds like death. And then my father's voice announcing that its 5.30 am. This is the time of the day for those abysmal philasophical meanderings; suddenly my head is flocked with questions regarding the meaning of life, my purpose in this world ...
I saw a belly dancing monkey on the Wesak day. And Wesak is so bloody noisy this time. Wesak has come to be a regular commotion of vehicle honking, annoying voices reciting ridiculous pseudo-Buddhist kavi (honestly, they are atrocious), silencerless motorbikes whirring about like irritating mosquitoes, the same old Mohideen Beg songs repeated over and over again till they ...
The tuk driver asked me whether we should go through Borella. I told him to take me from a route that avoids the usual city nonsense. And he did. So we wound through narrow streets lined with modest houses of wood and tin facades, rubble and human bodies. Children played in railway tracks while groups of women, young and ...
According to my to-be sis-in-law’s sister, the beauty of being a bridesmaid is that you get to experience all the excitement of getting married without actually having to undergo all the responsibilities that come along with it. According to her it’s a no brainer, since you only have to dress as the bride instructs you to dress, without having ...
The three-day trip to Badulla last week deserves a post of its own. If the excitement of the train ride wasn't enough, the haunted bungalow and all the tales heard within it is a spine-tingling thriller which is a tale in itself! Well we got to ride in the engine room of the train, side by side with the ...
Saturday mornings, I usually wake up a misanthrope and remain steadfastly so till midday Saturday, only to slightly be able to tolerate a little human company during the weekend. Yesterday however has been an antisocial Saturday. Today a less so but it did take some effort on my part to socialize as life required me to do. Hope the ...
The world seems to have gotten louder. Everybody seems to be talking all at once all of a sudden. Loud music blares out at you at every stop, vehicles honk louder, engines roar more intensely and I can barely hear myself think! Granted that it IS the Avrudu season after all, one can indeed say that the loudness is ...
I have tried for a very long time to turn a blind eye to this whole "let's hate the other races and point fingers at each other" scenario that's been going on lately, hoping that if I ignore it long enough without contributing to it, that people would soon tire of it. But seems not. Atrocities heighten day by ...
As late as it is, this post is dedicated to all those who had lost all their hair, got traumatized and scarred for life in the hands of salon personnel at least once in their life. This strange and frightening phenomena has been taking place from time immemorial, actually ever since the art of hair dressing has been introduced ...
What is it with skirts and men? Wearing a regular office skirt, not very short, perhaps a little bit above the knee and crossing the road is quite an ordeal I've learnt of late. It makes vehicles slow down and toot their horns while some even can't help but flash their headlights full on. Quite a few sha's and ...