When Facebook added Whatsapp for 19 Million in 2016 to the list of social media platforms it already owned, I suppose we all knew what that meant. And so, the day has finally arrived when FB does the usual bullying tactic -- where it begins to aggressively make you agree to the arbitrary data collecting activities it has been doing ...
It's been ages since I've been around in the blog-o-sphere.Where is everyone? I feel like I'm in an empty room, and there is no furniture so the sounds all echo bouncing off the empty spaces.Have we all grown up? I read my past blog posts and have to fight the urge to delete them all. What terrible writing, droning ...
Listening to stories from Kandy, how buildings, homes, and livelihoods of innocent people were looted and set on fire by “mobs” was awful. Suddenly we were all reduced to the racial categories on the birth certificate as fear and uncertainty took over. There was CCTV camera footage of homes and alleyways with burning objects hurled at them and screenshots ...
I wish I could tell you what this moment feels like. I'm sitting on a rock, surrounded by a hundred thousand other little rocks, on what was not long ago the depths of a massive river which will surely return, as soon as the snow melts again.The stones and rocks on this dead riverbed are all white, grey, and reddish ...
The feeling of numbness that echoes through each bone of our bodies. A low rumble of a shudder, a cry, a piercing of the heart in a loop of despair.Suffering.Questions, hopes, and fears played over and over in the brain. An unbearable longing for a loved one that brings you to your knees.Musings on loss, of the mundane everyday afterwards. ...
Trick = One day, we disappear.People everywhere. Loved ones, family and friends, acquaintances, neighbours, strangers.Treat = Happiness. Love. Contentment. Laughter, community, traditions and simple rituals. Insider jokes, memories. Secrets.The treat, easily becoming a simple trick. Might as well be a dream, lost in the yesteryears at the cornerstones of our brains.And life continues the trick or treating of one another. ...
Some butter on a warm slice of toast, mixed with a generous slap of marmite. Perfect start to a lazy weekend, more than anyone can ask for. Scrambled eggs, on wheat bread. Dreams of future tomorrows, baking extravagant goodies, pastries, bread and cake. I can almost smell it. A quick mental break from the darkness, behind the thin veil of ...
The soothing cacophony of crows can be a rare insight in to something deep. I'm not sure exactly what that is right this moment. But I know it is.I find the thought to be soothing.Crows conjure up memories of garbage cans and left over food. It also reminds me of YouTube videos on the "Secret life of crows." Google it. ...
At times, it hurts.As tears pour down your cheekStubbornly irritating the eyescratching the eyeball an angry redSometimes, it is a wishGently laid on a wristBlown awaywith whispers of hope At times, it is beauty. Loning for shiny black curlsAt times, peace and calmAs you pray to the universeAt times, signs of aging.Turning grey, then silveryAs the years become numberedAnd they ...
My days are blurry, these last few weeks. Maybe they were months. I can't really remember anymore.I battle with insomnia induced by caffeinated drinks at unholy hours of the day. Once a tea drinker, now a hopeless coffee addict. I think I battle slight fits of depression and anxiety too. Who knows. I push these things aside for my life ...
You smile at me across the screenThousands of miles awayAnd memories of a lifetime flash before meForever grateful for this time,cherishing these random momentsKnowing our days are numberedHearing your childishly girly giggleLaughing at my sillinessI chatter away, heart breaking to a million piecesAs I dread the next few months before usKnowing you have sufferedFelt excruciating pain, you are too proud ...
The overarching issue that seems common and stand out the most, when discussing Greenwald’s No Place to Hide, the documentary on the Fukushima nuclear radiation as well as the documentary on the making of the movie Inside Job is the apathy of the general public. This seems universal, regardless of whether the issues are in Japan, or the United States. ...
To Joseph, Leopord, Elie, Fulgence, Pio, Alphonse, Jean-Baptiste, Ignace and Pancrace, First and foremost, I write to you after deliberating over your accounts of killing in Machete Season. I must clarify, the reason I write to all of you, is because I wish to point out I have no particular preference for either one of you, I struggle to think ...
You do not know me, yet having read “Left to Tell:Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust” you have shared a deeply personal, intimate experience with the reader. Now I feel obliged to share how your story has impacted my own life, and thoughts on an unfortunately dark side of human nature. It seems rather important that I begin by ...
You will need: · 500g of grated juggery (I got lucky, I've found grated juggery from the indian store. Will add more pics). 2 cups thick coconut milk (I use coconut milk cans or pitikara polkiri powder)8 large eggs / 10 small eggs (or 18 eggs if double the recipe)About two cloves worth of ground cardamomOne ground clove 1 ...
Time stops still, while the sun sets Each and every evening Over the parking lot Over the trees Across the hill tops on the horizon I sip my tea As the fading lights Dancing hues glow and fade As twinkling lights Of stars Only disturbed by descending Plane lights And the darkness sets in The best time of the day ...
I wish I could learn oh, so many things. As I get older, I realize my time is short. Besides, having to make a living really cuts in to my free time. Plus, studying never seems to end, either. I know, personal goals and the cultural brain washing we have been through, that pushes us to gain an 'education' not ...
It's been a while since I jotted down anything that felt like nothing. Inspirations come and go. Funny how they are fleeting. Like a feather in the wind. Once past, it is lost forever. What ever inspired a thought and torrent of words, never return. Disappear in to the air, just like where ever it came. I started writing that ...
