Train Life

Its been a while since I managed to find some peace of mind to put up a post. But nevertheless, I noticed the Blogsphere heating up with so many posts from my fellow Bloggers. And Oh !! The people I’ve mentioned in my previous post are gonna fall due one after the other next year. And so is my cousin and 2 wives of other cousin’s. Holy God !! its boom time or wot ????

Back to the topic. It’s a lovely but dangerous experience nowadays - Traveling by Train. So many things to talk about the Train culture of Sri Lanka. I use this method of transport simply because there’s no traffic involved and its pretty fast. Since I’ve switched to the train I’ve learned the awesome sub culture of the Train Life. Thought I would share a bit with the rest of the world.

I managed to get into a small click of friends who travel in the same train and so do many others commuters. Those that travel long distances have formed groups which are so tightly knit. They would not allow us to get in to their carriages or occupy their seats. They’ve become so territorial. However, if a lovely girl gets in, some guy would move a bit and give room for her to sit. Damn it !! Maybe just for the aathal of leaning on to her for about half an hour. Bloody arses.

These groups are so mindful of each other. One day I heard a group blasting a fellow member. I though the poor guy had done some crime. Well the CRIME was going in a different train the previous day. Hows that ?? So does my click who bully each other so much if one person misses to join the group a single day.

Apart from the fact it has become deadly dangerous and prime targets for terrorist attacks, people have their fun. There are always people singing songs. Once, I was suddenly pushed aside. To see there were 4 men, 2 on either side playing cards, and they wanted me to bugger off. So I did without being a spoil sport.

I should not forget to mention the lovely scenery of the ocean and the beaches (I travel along the coastal track) which I’m privileged to witness each day. It’s an awfully beautiful sight while traveling by train. And also some of the Landmarks out of which the heavenly sight of school (reminiscences of billions of jolly times) will never get tired of sighting. What better way to kick off a brand new day !! To add to this, the talent is quite good on the trains (chicks !!)

The unpleasant part of it is when the trains get delayed and is over crowded. Also Rainy Days. (Some carriages leak !!) Man it’s a mess. But one day where the signal system crashed the trains functioned quite smoothly (not to forget they were late). We hardly get a seat in the train as it is so crowded when we get in. Once, there was couple of cancellations which made us think strategically. The next train going away from our station (not towards Fort) would turn and head to Fort in the nearby main Railway Station. So we got in, it was empty since the next stop was the last southward stop, and from there it would head back to Fort. Since we managed to get in at that time, we all managed to sit together for the first time in our lives. (Other days we only get to travel either near the door or on the foot board.)

I am so much persuaded stop this form of traveling and switch to a car. Well I’m considering that option but even though I start to travel by car, I would invariably try to make a few trips a week in the train because it is such an amazing experience. If the authorities can improve the standards, it would be the most preferred mode of transport I’m sure.


The Marine Drive with the Bambalapitiya Railway Station seen far off. (The shot was taken to include in another post last year. However the situation became obsolete. But I thought I’ll post the pic nevertheless. (Taken by Your's Truly from a Nokia 6020)

Hope my fellow bloggers are bracing yourselves for Christmas and having a ball of a time. I managed to get ADSL (not setup yet, Shame on me. I know. But there were complications !!) at home. (Damn late I know, might as well waited a bit and gone for WIMAX. He hee….) Have fun!!

CHEERS !!

Expecting !! Expecting !! Expecting !! Wot the....

There seem to be a baby boom in the work place. My goodness lotsa girls getting pregnant. I see the plastic container with fruits in it... Daily !! Gettin used to seeing it everyday. One day I went to Head Office for some work. I was workin for some time, and lifted my head to see an identical plastic container with fruits. Now I’m wondering.... Am I at my normal workplace or at Head Office ?? I dint have lunch, feelin bit wonky, but I do remember comin to Head Office. Took me some time to click. The girl here is also pregnant.

Well.... 3 who work closely with me are…. Expecting !! One friend tells me. "Macho looks like you are responsible for all 3".... What the !! I’m wandering is it some kinda season ? or just mere coincidence ? Anyways, my buddies who read my blog-crap (yeah.. more or less) can do me favor by advising me on how to behave when I’m around them. You know me, might make fun or say stuff I shud not (unintentionally of course but to have some fun). Soo Stop me !!

Hype the SPOOK ??

I don’t remember how it started but we started to talk about ghosts. I went on a Department trip to Balangoda. Not even half an hour in to the journey the topic was Ghosts and the supernatural. We wanted to watch a Horror movie but ended up watching “See no Evil” which was another genre and we watched it in the morning. Hope I can put up some pics of the trip. (I’m very bad at uploading pics. Still my Facebook profile has the thundering Question Mark for the Photo)

Interesting topic. Actually one guy said he saw ghosts and even his mom sees ghosts. Well I’m yet to see one. But I’ve heard so many stories about them. Some do rounds in the Gardens at night. Some hurt people. Some evil spirits are bound to people. So many stories about the Borella Kanaththa. Then someone said that a particular school used to be a military hospital in WW2. And the boarder’s toilet had been the place where there were tubs to wash the dead bodies. The sound of the water dripping to the tubs can still be heard. I think they were referring to my school. But I haven’t heard about it while I was there. However the area where the school is situtated did have a Military Hospital during the war.

One story which I believe is credible was from a preacher. He, with some others were praying in a house to cast out a an evil spirit which haunted the house. They had ordered the spirit to break a branch of the Mango tree in the Garden when he’s been cast out. After hours of prayers, Sharp at 12.00 midnight …. they heard a loud Hooting……. followed by a ‘Crack’ noise. To see a branch had been broken from the Mango tree. While I was typing this post (it was in the night) I heard someone knocking softly at the window….. It was my Aunt….

Then the discussion turned toward faith healing, casting daemons, miracles etc. Each person tried to give an explanation. Me, like a Pandithaya told “well whatever you believe in happens in your mind, and then… it materializez” wow where the hell did that thought come from ?? Everyone seemed convinced. Fooof !! I just spilled it outa the blues.

MaWWWWWH

Ever heard a Cow howl in agony for the loss of her calf ?? That’s something I just cannot bare. Coupla days before, similar thing happened. There’s a repairing of a culvert going on close to my place. Throughout the night, with the aid of Spots illuminating the whole area, work goes on. The “BRRRRR” sound of the generator and the noise of the trucks are deafening at times. One night I heard a different noise. I knew it, yes it was a cow.

This time, it had lost its way. Since the construction is going on no one can cross that area. Only a dangerous, one foot wide pathway is available for people to carefully walk by. This innocent creature was searching for the road which treads on so frequently, not aware of the construction, or the existence of the small pathway, the entrance to which was partially blocked by a huge truck.

I dunno what happened afterwards. I sincerely hope it found its way using another road. Who knows it must’v been hungry and wanted to get home, or worst case, looking for the calf. There was no way someone could guide it through the narrow pathway, or ask it, what the problem was. Have we created hell for animals who are equal owners of the earth. Only difference I know is that Human Beings have a conscience.

The Last of It

Hell I was tagged again. This time by the Lady. This is the last of it. NO more Tags on me. Last time Miss Darwin tagged me I was furious and almost swore at her. Now yoooo.... GRRRrrr....FffWthokrFkgHrrrr.... u.. I hate the tags.

Anyhooo....

1. I believe I was put on this earth for a purpose (which I still haven’t figured out) and I would like to leave this place as a better person Than I was when I came to it.

2. I love the great out-doors. Yeah Nature…. and Camping. Out in the open, in the jungles and under starry skies is a feeling like no other. Those are experiences of a lifetime. Recently, an Elephant charged at us while observing them at Kaudulla, Habarana. But it was fun.

3. I have a Temper. Would shout, scream, be aggressive….. and get myself injured. Heh heh….But after that, its gone. NO Poison Trees. NO hidden bad feelings in the long term.

4. Pests annoy me. Simply because I need the peace of mind of being alone at times. Seeking Solitude !!

5. NO one special. Everybody means something special to me in their own special way.

6. Women…. Yeah generally attracted to Slim, Fair, Smart chicks. Not strictly though.. Flexibility is always an option as far as the inside is beautiful. Errr…. I mean the personality.

7. Don’t party often, if not at all. Not a necessity to take a shot. Only at precious priceless moments. I’m an ordinary man, and the common drink of ours would do. (Reserve, Reserve) Wouldn’t mind a prestigious shot though if offered.

Well… I’m not gonna give anybody trouble by Taggin ‘em…. Will end it here. Sorry Tagger-maniacs..... Aaaand Sloth, Darwin, Spectral, Child, Definition, Rasti, Dilsiri. Thank me for NOT tagging you......... you’re Welcome !!!!

History....Re-think ??

First time I'm posting two at once. Maybe due to the drought of posts in the recent past. Anyway here goes....

I heard an opinion on how our country got to the state we are in. Supported by statistics, It is clear that since the British left, the exchange rate (take US$ and GBP for instance) increased with sudden rises in the 60s and 70s. Basically the people who ruled the country ruined it because of their greed for power, ego and money. All of them. It is a fact that our country was ruled by a few wealthy high class families. Still is (maybe not the current leader). And all the booming businesses were handed to the relatives, friends and associates. Our grand parents’ generation would have led a quality life as they enjoyed the immediate good quality of life left by the British, even an ordinary citizen who worked in the civil service. But not the current generation of ordinary people. (I’m just unfolding this opinion, I’m yet to agree with it but the facts are true.)

It goes on to say that our struggle for freedom was not the one that brought about our freedom. But since the British had no reason to stay here after giving independence to India, they left giving independence to Sri Lanka as well. Which makes Mahatma Ghandi the orchestrator our own independence as well. This is alarming but if it is the truth, its damning. Even the rebellions that came along were a single person’s objective (dishonest of course) actioned by the youth who believed the leaders were genuine. Our country seem to have a fine line of traitors (most of them in the higher planes of society at those times) who changed their religion(for individual and political gain), who betrayed the kings and also tipped off the ordinary people’s rebellions such as Weera Puran Appu, Gongaley Goda Banda and the brave Buddhist Monks, to the British.

Enough for now I will continue this discussion in future as there are so many strings attached to this. Also it goes on to rethink our history. I kept it very brief as I'm stuck for time. I’m definitely gonna research more on this.

Say What U Wanna Say

Have this happened to you or am I the only unlucky soul experiencing this. I say what I don’t wan’t or should not have said, sometimes the total opposite of what I had in mind. Terrible communication problem. Has lightning struck my wires ?? Thing is, thoughts don’t come quickly to my head. So to keep the conversation going I say something. Hell, I can’t look blank. Once, I was asked what my hobbies were. I eneded up uttering some crap although after some hours I realized I’ve got some interesting hobbies (including Blogging) and should have mentioned those. Creepeeeee…Spookeee…

Then the eventuality, People get the wrong impression about me. (Like I can stop it.. heh heh….) That’s something I hate. But I feel I should not give it so much mind. Just be myself. Its tough to be myself sometimes. Worst part is if they think I’m wiered. The fact that I stick to my guns most of the time makes me a bit different and might add to the weird notion. Awww…. What the…

I don’t get to scan the blogsphere very often like I used to. I miss it because I miss the freedom and the carefree, commitment free atmosphere in it. Say what u wanna say, just like that. Even if I utter crap, no issues.

Long Time

Its been quite some time since I last put up a post or did a bark in any of the blogs I normally visit. Man I must’v missed out on a lot of happenings. Reasons being, Had Exams, found a new Job and the usual work at home. So there were the usual procedures of resignation and starting with the new and of course drilling a hole in my stupid brain to pour in the subject material and the calculations because, I have this habbit of going completely blank in exams. Good thing it didn’t happen this time to a large extent. Phew!! Not to forget the daily chores at home and also providing security to my cousin’s at the moment building, upstair house.

Well that was what kept me occupied and OH!! My wretched PC gave trouble and was at repairs for more than a week. So it’s with a new Mother Board and won’t believe only recently installed Windows XP!! How pathetic is that???? All this time I was on Windows 2000. What a crime!!!! Anyheehaww, I may not be able to be posting regularly as I used to because the new work could be pretty demanding. I’m not in a hurry to stop posting as its quite a jolly feeling to be in the blogsphere.

Hope everyone’s keeping well and happy no matter what problems there may be. Let then off the mind, at least for a while. I’m telling ya people, its easier said than done, but believe me its worth it !! (hey, hey don’t forget to address the issues after you come down to planet earth from the blogsphere) Damn hard isn’t it, to tell yourself “everythings gonna be alright, everythings gonna be alright “ I dunno how Bob Marley manages to say it with such ease. Great song though “No Woman No Cry” yeah eyah….

I was going through a souvenir my father got from a sing-along session featuring the Gypsies and Mariazelle. It had the lyrics of all the old time Golden Chimes. Home on the Range, Country roads, a load of Jim Reeves Classics and of course my favorite Popular Sinhala songs (Lo Ada Nindey, Sanda Wata Ran Tharu, Sala Lihini Kowul etc….) and Baila. Must ‘v been awesome to sing along. I saw the tickets lying at home but did not pay much attention. Now only I realize these souvenirs were for that event. And here’s one of my all time favorites,

“Swing Lo Sweet chariot ……
Coming for to carry me Home……
Swing Lo Sweet chariot……..
Coming for to carry me Home………

I looked over Jordan and what did I see ……
Coming for to carry me Home……
A band of angels comin’ after me……..
Coming for to carry me Home………

If you get to heaven before I do ……
Coming for to carry me Home……
Just tell my friends I’m comin’ too……..
Coming for to carry me Home………”

Going to heaven ?? with friends ??????.... hmmm…..

monawa unath….

One more…. One more….. !!!!

I see THEM.... I see THEM NOT !!

I suddenly remembered an incident that happened some time (years) back.

I was in the bus stand after lectures with a friend. I saw him checking out a nice chick. Well I also turned round and was checking her out although I could see from the corner of my eye she was with a guy. They were quite close to us. I didn't care just kept on looking. My friend suddenly laughed and turned around and said something. I didn't hear that right. Later we got into the bus and I asked him what he said. He said "Machang.... that girl was with S. I think its his girl" Bloody Hell......... S is friend of mine who was also at the same place I went for classes. Shit I didn't notice him. Now what. He must have thought I'm a moron. So the next day I thot I'd go and apologize even if I get hammered by this guy ( S) because he must have invariably seen me fixin my gaze at his girl. So I went and told him "very sorry machang didn't see you". He was laughing like hell saying, "I saw u, u bugger, it was funny hahahaa". That was damn emmmm (embarrasing) Mostly, I felt bad because he was a nice guy who isn't the pada show (show off) type. Hope they are living happily ever after !! I'm very careful after that because if he was a hothead he would have blown my head off, but if so I wouldn't have felt guilty.

Quite a few of my sister's friends come and complain to her that I see them somewhere but do not come and talk to them. errr.... yeah sometimes I see some of them I'm not sure whether its them or someone else. Some even look in such a mood it scares the shit out'uv me. Hmm.... next time I'm gonna talk wha the hell !! Even if its not one of her friends who knows could be a potential contact. hew ew....

Here comes the happening of the week. My maniac uncle (I've talked about him quite a lot) normally has a bottle (Gin) ready for the World Cup Cricket matches where SriLanka play. He finishes the bottle and wrecks havoc. I go to his place to watch the match and talk all the bullshit, horse shit and what not crap in the world. He often calls up a friend and makes noises to bully them just when someone is about hit the winning run or about to hit a hundred. When Italy and France were kicking penalties in the FIFA WC Final, he, nicely sitting in front of the TV, phone in hand, called a friend and bullied him till the penalty shootout was over. That bugger was mad because he missed the climax of the entire tournament. Thursday he had bought a bottle of Gin for the SL vs NZ match.Match starts at 7 pm local time. To see he had finished the bottle while watching the highlights of the previous day's match shown that afternoon. So for the night, "hulang thamai" He sits like Oliver Twist with no food !! I'm waiting to see what happens during the Aussie match. Anyway, Go SRI LANKAAAA......

Whot’s Happening ??

Oh Brother, the Tigers managed to put a bird up over Katunayake. So they haven’t been watching the Bermuda Bangladesh Match to off load the bombs at Midnight. Hmm or was it during the break?? Which means they don’t care who goes to the Super eight. Anyway they can watch the highlights. I’m thinking, since they boast of having an Air Wing, why not a Cricket Team. Now now this is no Joke. Hope everything settles down. Grievances to those who lost loved ones and hope the wounded will be out of danger. Spare a thought for them.

On Saturday morning I was browsing through the TV channels and stumbled upon MAX TV broadcasting an Indian News Program (NDTV) The Host was speaking to many correspondents from various parts of India regarding Friday’s World Cup Cricket Match. Everyone including the correspondents and the Host was dejected and commenting Negative. They spoke to various people who said they are disappointed and are dejected the fact that they watched the match. One woman said “c’mon we Lost to the Lankan Tigers” wot the…. We aren’t Tigers, but Lions and are as good as any professional Cricket team. That woman should learn to present her fact accurately rather than vomiting emotion. Take That!!

Then they asked a young fan what she has to say. I little girl of about 8 years with her hands folded said the most amazing thing, “Wining and Losing are part of the Game. Let’s hope for better luck next time.” She had the courage to be different. WOW. That was very sweet!! (Certain words are not in my vocabulary, especially ‘sweet’, but on this occasion it seems suitable) They should learn a lesson from our people also how take victory and defeat. Anyhoooo GO Sri Lanka…. !!

Today morning I remembered that 25th was my cousin's birthday. So I rang him up.

Me :Hello Aiya, many happy returns of Yesterday !!
Cousin : Why ??
Me : Yesterday, 25th, I couldn’t wish you for your Birthday……….
Cousin : April, April, aiyooooooo
Me : Ahhh…. Sorry sorry sorry……OK Then…. C U….

Kept the receiver down and remembered I asked my mom about his birthday yesterday and she told me it was on the 25th of APRIL. I wondered why nobody wished him. It did not click me still it was March. When I told this to my Father he was laughing like mad. Also my maniac uncle (Cousin’s Father reffered to in Gin & Tonic, Present) is gonna bully me with this for years. I’m one dead Dog. For people don’t know me that well, this is quite common dumb-ass, tubelight shit I happen to do on and off. I don’t believe it. I was convinced it was April !!

Sorrow – Memories – Happiness

Recently, I went to a funeral where one of my school batch mate’s Father has passed away. Quite a lot of my batch mates have lost one parent, in most cases it’s the Dad. In school days when someone’s parent passes away it is a huge scene. Now, after going for so many funerals (friends, family, neighbors) its sorta becoming not much of an issue. “Its going to happen someday, just that may be it was a bit fast forwarded.” Seems to be the feeling. As we grow up, I guess this is how we are supposed to feel. Even if a very close relative passes away, it is becoming increasingly hard to pull a tear outa my eyes. But definitely feel for the remaining family members as they have to pull up their socks and go on in life. Guess I’ve come to terms with it that everyone including my loved ones gonna go someday expectedly or unexpectedly, when their time is right. Last time a tear popped out… hmmm when was it?? Yeah…. I was in an utterly helpless situation after doing everything in my capacity regarding an issue. It was tough and dangerous. But, not due to sorrow or heartache.

While speaking to R (this guy whose Father passed away) he recalled an incident that took place in our school days. It was quite close to our O Levels. We had a religion class conducted by the Chaplain at that time. It was there from about 7.30 – 10.00 A.M. After that, two friends and my self came to the bus halt to go home. One guy was after Fitness (First XI guys had fitness training from 5 – 7.30 A.M. I think ) All of us were hungry and bored to death after studying. So this Cricketing friend suggested we go to R’s place. R did not come for the class as he took another subject for Religion. OK so we went there but did not know the exact location of his house. We went close by and started shouting his name. He came out screaming don’t shout.

We went into his house and said we were hungry. He said there’s nothing to eat at home. We went and opened his fridge and pantry cupboards. Since there was nothing to eat, we plucked Kurumba (young Coconut) and drank and also ate the flesh of it. MMmm Yum Yum.... I think one guy emptied the last bit of grub there was at home. R was mad at us and was grumbling and wanted us out of the house saying his parents will blast him. We were still hungry. So we dragged him to the bakery on top of the road and filled our stomachs on his behalf. I grabbed a Maalu Paan (Fish Bun). The other two had Beef buns I think. Any way we were laughing throughout the whole drama. Then we told the Bakery owner, “Mudalaali, mey mahaththaya hawasta salli gewai” (Mr. owner, this guy will pay you in the evening) Apparently he knows the owner well. He did not have money to pay at that time. We never refunded him either. It was so damn mean and ruthless but fun too. R was also laughing as he was taken for a byte. Look what we’ve done given the fact that we were after Religion Lessons.

After recalling this incident, we laughed at will, forgetting the fact that it was a funeral. It managed to take away his sorrow at least for a moment. He said “Yako….Umbala edaa maawa iwara karaa ….” (You guys ripped me off that day. You maniacs) Then he gives me the kinda look “Oh God you are not trying to do that again now are you?” Then he settles down with the kinda look “The other two maniacs who were involved aren’t here. So no probs” heh heh….. College memories, they are fit for any occasion to change the mood. I’m sure if we live to see our hair go Grey, we’d still be talking about these incidents, like kids. It’s a great feeling when we get to see old school friends. Talk abt all the mischief and unforgettable incidents. Sure prescribed dose of Sorrow Busters !!

The Double Game

Again, dogfight decides to post something that has substance…… so here goes. Could be lengthy.

Do we really have to play it ?? Be one person at work and another at home. Or maybe show so many different faces to so many different people. Business is Business and family life is another thing. It’s an age old question. Where do we find the answers ?? We live on this earth to make money or do we live for the sake of living, orrrrr we earn to make a living ??

At the outset I’d like to say the person I’m gonna talk about would be a hypothetical one with a bit of reality intertwined. If any one feels its good movie-worthy material, grab it dude…. NO hard feelings. NO need of any credits. After all inspiration has to spring from somewhere isn’t it (If not from you) heh heh….

Business is Business. It means profits, money. Money Money Money. Money is his God. And it blesses him with belongings, relationships and of course The (rotten) eeego. Each day it’s a case of Lies, Half Truths, Disfigured Opinions, Cut Throats and Kick Backs. No love lost I should say. How the hell can we live like this in our personal lives ?? We do need to look more descent as there’s a lot at stake. Family Values,Respect etc.. etc..

The way business takes place it is near impossible to be sincere, honest at the same time be profitable in business and make money. He gives it all to cut a deal. How many lies, how many threats and persuasions, under hand commissions for the deal to get through. After all it ensures his survival (also his employees and his family) Which of these issues were at the back of his mind when he struck the deal. Maybe one, two or none of them. We’ll never know.

However, he does business professionally. He does not take part in petty personal feuds or jealous ass kickin. Only morons who pose a real threat and are at his throat would be dealt with. And the kick is boxed artfully with no traces left behind. It’s like the Cobra. He attacks only if provoked. No shitty actions as we see a lot in SL. There’s no point in engaging in them. No apologies. Coz its nothing personal Its just business. Sometimes he willingly delays someone and apologizes for protocol sake. He doesn’t give a shit. And the other also knows that it’s just protocol. And there’s nothing he can do about it other than accept the apology.

Now here’s a small business trick. You didn’t hear it from me. Okay ?? Some businessmen leave no traces and have no personal assets to their names. This allows them to vanish craftily. They get a vehicle on lease. (It’s an Operational Lease and not a Finance Lease where the ownership is with the lessor and maintenance is also done by the lessor.) All his purchases are done by credit card and the bill settled later. He would not own any local bank accounts and will not reveal the Foreign Bank Accounts. All traces leading to his money is nicely hidden. Furthermore, he would have another car to a relative’s name and the house belongs to the spouse. Thus at any moment he would say tata, bye to the Bank and Leasing Company and he’s free to leave all and his family and go into hiding provided he has the balls, bats and stumps to be so damn ruthless.

Sometimes his life is in danger. He deals with brokers (intermediaries who expect commissions from both sides for setting up the deal between the buyer and seller) and at times, the broker is given the boot. Hell freezes over when they come looking for him to kill or strip him off his money. These kinda rotten ropes are a norm to him. He also takes all the precautions to associate only with the right people and cut all contact with people who do not associate to him strategically. He also makes sure that his business dealings would in no way hinder the operations of his most reliable contacts.

I find it real hard to balance the two persons. I am not so open to such extreme business dealings. However we have to do the day to day chores of being the nasty guy. Anyone who is working, would agree with me, in saying, we aren’t completely honest at work, and we try to save our ass from certain situations. It is terrible where you can’t open up and talk to a person and you have to hold back so many details, and not be sincere and also talk at arm’s length. Sometimes in our personal lives also we have to take part in this kind of ass protection. Gone are the days where we meet a guy, chat for a while and suddenly become life long friends. We can’t blame anyone for it either. Brings to my memory the movie Road to Perdition. How a hitman's son witnesses what his father does for a living He also had a beautiful family which he loves so much. It kills him to see the effects of his actions hitting back at his family. Great Movie.

Well, I say again I was referring to an imaginary, phantom character (reffered to as ‘He’) Hell, its not me. I wish we could stay without playing the game. That’s what we should strive to achieve. (of course try to be the better person of the two) We can’t change the way the clock of the world is turning. That also does not mean we need to do all the beastly stuff that we feel we need to do to survive. Somethings wrong in the world or is it the way it was meant to be ??

On a different note I just happened to search for “self-deprecation” in Urban. Was very much amused by some of the definitions of the “self-“ words. Check ‘em out on your left hand side when you visit the above URL. (if ur up for wasting some time)

Set an Example – Who ME ??

NO WAY !! Being the eldest in the family is not easy, believe me. We need to act responsible as the younger are always on the watch to copy from us. All our Hideous, Notorious, Mischievous, Shady deeds have to be covered up. A slight mistake would come down hard at me with the additional “look, you need to be an example; the younger would follow you in doing the same” advise. This is crazy. Can’t they look up to someone else ??

I’ve noticed if I utter the (your’s truly) “F” word once (accidentally), my sister would have tried to say it a ten times later. Might seem no big deal but over here it’s not a norm to hear it. And there’s this moron cousin of mine who’s not yet 18 who is staying with us. I’m told he tries to follow my ways. Wot the hek !! I normally prefer the uncivilized style. Jungle Law !! Of course I know how to behave. I balance it out in maintaining discipline in quite a lot of areas. But I enjoy the “I want to live, laaaaike animals” theme. Be a bit Barbaric and so on. Be the normal ragged rowdy person…but, with a difference, knowing where to draw the damn lines.

I hate to look the prim and proper, clean shaven, hair combed, pimple-less face having, Sales Executive or Insurance Guy. I have some friends whose girl friends see to that they trim their finger nails, dress well and so on. They do have the “Well Looked After, Cared For” look all over them. Heh heh I don’t envy them…. At all…. and me, Total Opposite. Who the dawwg !!…. I sometimes think whether it is too much of disciplining that makes me like to be very care free.

Thing is, people and these younger morons need to learn the basics of discipline. We learnt it the Hard.Tough and Painful way. So I know when to adjust when I feel I’m heading off course and that confidence that comes with it of knowing you could always revert to the Correct Path incase you drifted a bit. The basics should be Rock Solid. Also then there’s no need to copy or be someone else. You can be your VERY OWN SELF. I have only one piece of advice to these people who look up to me, DON’T. I’m a terrible example and don’t grow up to be like me. C’mon dude Get Real !! BE YA SELF!!

Yeaaahoooo.... wot a weekend can't get any better than this. Almost missed the last wicket also. Barely made it in time. I've got a pic of the awards ceremony - Thora Captain receiving the Hon. D. S. Senanayake sheild (taken from the Grand Stand) will try to put it up. Thinking of uploading some photos. If time permits and I can dig them out of my Mob.

Two in One

I was to post them separately. But, couldn't find the time. Its a bunch load of crap that happened to me. Don't read unless you're bored to death. heh heh So here it is.


Saturday

On a Saturday I was walking on the road to go for classes suddenly I stepped on a Katussa.- Cameleon (with my left leg) The lizard jumped in the air (outa pure shock !!) and when I was bringing my left foot forward he was about to land on it. So I swung the left leg in the air and after a while regained my balance. Can’t remember the last time I swung my foot and successfully kicked a Goal !! People behind must haves thought I was in a circus. The lizards are supossed to attack when provoked. I dunno how I escaped.

After I came home and had dinner, I had my usual glass of water. Then I shook the cup to wipe out the water. It slipped and knocked the sink. Then it bumped on the sink and defying my valiant effort to catch by one hand, it fell on the ground and went to pieces. Aiyoo…. my Seylan Mug. (Seylan Bank in Sri Lanka started “Tikiri” Savings Account for small children in the good old 90’s and when the saving reached a particular level they gave all kinda gifts) I used this for about 10 years. Actually I broke my own Seylan Mug and this was my Sister’s mug which I started to use. She ain’t aware of it I guess.) I was very very upset. sob…sob…. sniff sniff…. woof woof !! Even my mom noticed it. I should have been happy because I had received a letter for a Job Interview in a reputed Company. I never get hurt for things. Even If I’m heavily criticized or someone did some shit thing to me. But this made me really upset.

I know this sounds really Baby-ish. Wot the hek to do?? I miss my Seylan Mug. I still go looking for it outa habbit. Ok ok enough crap. Sounds soppy is it ?? anyway I didn’t cry. Hahahahah huh huh haaa !!



Stealing the Wishes

Been verrrrrry (yeah veri as in ‘cut wela’ almost) busy these days, so was too lazy to sit and transfer my million Terabytes of thoughts through the keyboard, into the Blogsphere. Anyweeez, I managed to gather some thought to Jam the keys. So here it is.

One day this week, a Director from one of our constituent companies came to our office. He wanted me to do some work and I managed to do it pretty quick. Before he left, he met our boss and came out of his room and said, “Thanks Machang” then I looked up and I saw him looking at me. So I said, “No probs, you’re welcome” (of course thinking the Thanks were for me). Then he sorta frowned. To see, he had thanked Boss and not me. Whoa.. take it easy dude……..

I remember another incident where I went to school for an occasion. Some of our friends (including me) were talking to one of our former Masters. He as usual was asking about each ones progress and career. When we were about to leave I got a lift from a guy who was a bout to do his A/L’s in a weeks time. While we were getting into his car, our master said “All the best”. AGAIN !! I said “Thank you sir” (again thinking he was wishing me good luck in my future endeavors) To see he had wished the guy who was to do his A/L’s. Then sir was signaling as if “not you men, that bugger” shit, dammit…. I’ve done it again !!

I think it’s a fundamental problem in my Brain’s processor. My reflexes are so damn quick I act before I think or process the situation. It’s embarrassing at times. It helps at times when a speeding crow comes right at me to duck in time. Also, to avoid the sudden obstacle on the road like falling branches, trishaw maniacs and the random punch from a pedestrian trying to open his / her umbrella and so on….. delete files in the computer without thinking, open up the wrong files in a hurry can be added on to it. How my diagnosis, Pretty accurate huh ?? Only problem is I still haven’t taken action to rectify the situation.

More Humourrrrr....

Here we go again, Another funny incident finds its way to Dogfight!!

These are true events…. Not *based* on true events…

BEHOLD....

Suddenly, my colleague and I were called for a Board Level Meeting. (at work) Apparently our company is hookin up another to form a new one and they need a presentation done. There were coupla people inside the Boss’s Room. Some looked like they are suffering from Diabetes and Chronic Kidney Disease. (now I’m going crazy trying to explain them) So one director from the other company drew up the idea of the companies merging, he drew one circle, then another intersecting the earlier circle. Then he drew an arrow and said “now this is the new company” and tried to draw a big circle. The pen stopped writing !! Thunder struck me thinking “oka hariyanney naa” (this merger is not gonna work.) Now he’s hissing the pen in all directions but it still wouldn’t write. He says “I don’t believe it I bought this only yesterday from company X” (A very reputed pen dealer in SL who also happens to be a client of our own company – so the joke doubles and triples) By this time every body was laughing at him. Being the joker I am, I found it very hard to keep my cool and not to laugh like a fool at this certain Big Shot dude and also due to the fact it was a top level meeting. I also didn’t want this merger to sound like “Heart Break Hotel” But I cracked up and LMAO !!!!

It happened to be today was our bosses B’day (not to forget my Grand Parents’ Wedding Anniversary and my colleague’s Parents’ Wedding Anniversary) So cake was served but the other director buggers didn’t know about Boss’s B’day. They were clueless and curious what’s with the cake. I was imagining if these guys took that cake they’ll sure end up in Hospital with Blood Sugar Levels (It was Chocolate Fudge!! from the FAB) Boss didn’t spill it out until they slowly asked us and got to know the detail. Then one of the buggers (coupla feet broad sideways, bit like Obelix) slowly slipped into another room and started whacking the cake. Apparently he is supposed to be a party going dude. I can’t imagine that. He must be going to Night Club in Sarong and when he does a 360 degree swing the entire dance floor must be getting flushed away like flies.

So we were taking down notes about the products they deal with. While listing down “X, Y, Z, B, …..manufacturing equipment, industrial raw material…..” someone remarked “Blood Diamonds”. Another asked “Machang you watched the movie ??” another said “no machang”, another said “superb acting no ??”. I was getting pissed off here because we were going out of track. Anyway I was finding it very hard to laugh at these people anymore. Now got a lot of work also to do. So back to work. If Sloth was here, he’d say “Back to chat, hyak hyak hyak”…...

Random Jokers

I normally meet this type of people all the time. Here are some of the stories.

One day I was going to the nearby shop to get a balance they owe to my mother. This was at about 8.45 p.m. It was dark then I saw a guy coming in a push bike with something like a cigarette in one hand. I was looking at him but was thinking about something else. While passing, he asks me “Aiya meka Joint ekak. Awulak naa neda ??” (Yo, I’m smoking a Joint, Okay no??) I didn’t answer him. He went passed me and several times he was shouting “is it ok ? is it ok ?” mad bugger, wot the hek do I care…

Then another day I cross the road and in the dark I see an old man. He looks a bit familiar too. But he seems mighty outa balance cocked. He comes to me and says. “mallee mang beelaa, kaatawath kiyanna epaa” (bro, I drank today. Please don’t tell anyone) I told him I have urgent business and went on my way. Crazy Old Fool !!

And then, the best one. I got into a bus in the morning and got a seat. An old man (again, Dammit !!) was sitting next to me. He asks me whether I am in the Army. (Whoa, what makes him think like that) I started laughing (others in the bus also laughing by now as I was dressed up to go to work and it was very clear I was in office attire) and asked him what made him ask me so. He said because I was carrying a big bag. (I normally swing across my shoulder a quite big bag. But its 75% empty. Heh heh) He went on telling me that there’s no Independence right now but there was Independence before we got Independence, D.S Senanayake was good another one was bad and blah blah.. cough.. cough...

Then he went on to ask me where I live. I normally give wrong answers to avoid unnecessary trouble. So I thought I’d say a name of a road (road J which is close by to the actual road where I live), but then I thought I’d say the truth. Then he says he lives in road J. Phew !! Then he asks me about my family and everything. I just gave vague answers and didn’t go in detail. He said he should know my family and asked whether I know Mr. N (who is a very close relative of mine) I said, err yeah I think must be quite a distant relative. (simply because I wanted this man to shut up and leave me alone) Then he asked me who my Grand Father was. When I replied he says “Ahh I knew him very well…. wait…. what child, Mr. N is a very close relative of yours no” I was stumped for a duck at that moment.

Then for about 45 minutes he was talking to me about various things from saving my salary to how girls should not perm or straighten their hair. FOOOF !! I’ve had enough. He did ask me whether he was annoying me. Bloody Hell Yeah…. He was damn loud, and the whole bus could hear. And OH…. I noticed there was an old Lady seated right in front of him. I was wondering whether he was trying to impress her by blabbering about his achievements (Naaki Kukula) Yet didn’t shut up after she got down also. So he doesn’t fit the description.

This old man in the bus happens to be distantly related too. (Later I found out) awww shit…. Somehow, I was very tensed, with a lot of responsible work on my shoulders (and also doing the rounds in my head) for the day. He sorta helped me to take my mind off the work at least for a while. Other thing is this Sirasa TV is making fun of people and recording secretly (they reveal later) for a TV show. So its dangerous, have to be careful and shouldn’t get get caught for it. Heh heh !!

I still wondered what made him actually think I was in the Army (apart from my bag, I was having a very short hair cut and must’v looked like the skinny Army Private on his way home)

The Race, The Caste, The Creed, THE BULLSHEEEET !!!!

This is quite long….

Are all people made up of the same physical substances ?? (Obviously in different proportions) or is there something called Pure Blood, Aryan Race, etc. ?? Are some people destined to be treated like trash and others as the elite in society ?? I would like to say at the outset these are my personal observations which I will mention. If anyone feels offended, (Thoppiya hari nung Daaganing !!) there’s nothing personal here. This is my venture into understanding society.

In today’s society we would like to imagine that the caste system is gone for good. I would say its still there, be it explicit, implicit or in fragments. It sure drives people in making some of their decisions. Of course it is very hard to finger print large communities but general feeling is it is existent. If I have read right, it is according to the services that were provided to the ancient Kings that the system was built upon. Since then people are being discriminated based on that.

Funny thing is I’ve noticed majority of the High caste people (Govigama or Goigama) have some quality in them. And of course the Superior Feeling. (Oh brother, I hate to separate people and sling mud, take this as just mentioning facts) They are normally well behaved and do not part company with people whom they feel are inferior. The rest, well there are certainly roudy elements and surely surely unacceptably insolent behaving people among them. Certain things they do deserve to be looked down upon. I say again, I cannot and will not fingerprint.

Be it School, University, Office, the difference is evident. I have to say I haven’t been a victim of it up to now. But I’ve seen it Happening. I’m not blaming it but it just doesn’t feel right. My belief is a person should be treated for who he / she is, for their personality, the qualities they have and not how much money they have or are they of the good breed. I cannot refrain from mentioning that the so called lower class people are the ones who get caught for all the mischief and unlawful deeds 70% of the time. (Not that the elite aren’t into this type of activities)

People who have money, mostly of the time get good education and there’s always the chance of their children, due to good living conditions become good citizens. On the other hand for the poor and oppressed, the wheel turns in the opposite direction. Is there a notion such as, people should always associate elite wealthy people and live amongst them, or should aim to do so? Palayang bung yanda !! (I don’t think so). “You should be able to speak to the poor man’s heart as well move with kings and not lose the common touch” is what I think should be the case.

I have seen high caste people, rich people (rich only in wealth and not in Human Qualities) treating their servants like trash. Excuse given being, “They should be treated that way or else they won’t work” Agreed to some extent. Firmness should be there. However not along with elements of superiority complexes and looking down on the person just because he / she came begging to you for some work and earn money. Some of these elite became so because at some point of time, their ancestors had a bit of extra money and won favor with the rest of the elite. I would say if a person has achieved excellence out of his / her own sweat and blood that person should be decorated and honored. Not just because their ancestors were the wealthy prominent people in society.

Religious or Racial discrimination may be not as frequent as the caste system in this country. But we hear stories from here and there of such incidents. God only knows how many cases go unreported. Once again, to halt contact or look down basing on Race or Religion would be unacceptable. However much we say no, these hatreds or complex feelings drives people in every phase of life.

In conclusion I’d like to say in no means I have hatred towards people of any Caste Race or Religion. It’s just that the injustice prevailing won’t let me rest and I feel I might be a victim of it one fine day. I’m not concerned about the personal loss but it’s the general feeling that disturbs me.

Finally Dogfight decides to Blog about something that has a bit of sense it it !!

Phew !!!!

Well, I guess its one of the dangerous things I've done for quite some time. Today While I was trying to get into the train I suddenly changed my mind to get int o the next carraige. I ran and tried to get in, in a hurry, as the Ladies in front of me were taking a long time and were trotting. When I felt my knee knocked something. Then came the loud scream "any magey shoe eka !!" (Oh shit my shoe) A pregnant Lady had dropped her shoe to the rail track while steeping in the foot board. Then a Fisherman who was behind me was shouting "Get in Get in, can take your shoe later" Initial reflex I thought I knocked her shoe and thought of getting it for her. (Because I thought it was my fault)

I knelt down and put my hand between the platform and the train and reached for the track. Damn Outa reach !! No choice I put my head between the Platform and the Train for better reach and grabbed the shoe and threw it inside the carriage. Luckily Train didn't pull off. Or else I would have been be-headed trying to be Good Samaritan (or a foolish asshole). The lady was very thankful. I was breathing at a rate. boy, that was bloody dangerous !!

I thought to my self never will I get into the train while Ladies are getting in. I'll risk it to go on the foot board for not having to do favors like this. I still dunno If my knee knocked the foot board or the lady's shoe. From a long time, I'm beginning hate chivalry for some reason. Although I'm always told to be nice to them. I could have got hammered if the fisherman were not able to board the train because of my heroics (foolishness rather.) In this day where there is a looming bomb scare in trains I go to do some more dangerous stunts.

Yesterday I fell off the ladder while trying to fix a Bulb. Luckily it was when I was climbing down the penultimate slat gave way. However my right toe got a bit torn to a nail, and bruises all over. What the hek? is this the unlucky season or what ?? Hmmm.... need to calm down and think of it again. I would like to hear some opinions on helping people like this. Well my mission is to help people. But to put my ass on the line,(this time its the head) in such a circumstance (for a shoe) could be called utter foolishness. Whoa what a day !!

NOTE : The pic doesn't show the exact Train or the Place !! (Just Googled for an Image)

Website Thief !!

Was Googling for some Tech stuff and stumbled upon this Forum. Someone's got caught theivin.


StatCode are the lines of code that is inserted in the web page to track visitors. (Mayb you know it all too well !!)
There you are.... Piracy !!
If ever you happen to copy code, be more shrewd, Delete the StatCode, dewd !!

Here we go again !!

Seven days of the New Year goes past just like that. Time waits for no one. Hope everyone got wished enough and more.For most of the people I got to with I said “Wish you the same” even before I got wished. Wish I could turn back time or get in to a time machine. Lots of moments that we all want to re-live. Also, loads of pain which we would not recall for the world. How if you had photographic memory when it comes to the miserable ones ?? Wish you never lived…..

Oh brother, what a start with the bombs goin off like crazy. Traffic jams, security checks you name it. I’m wondering whether it’ll come to a point where we’ll have to strip in security check points for full body search. New Year’s a time for new beginnings (maybe getting the push for a roll down hill). Nevertheless, hope we will manage to keep our spirits up and go about our day to day. Let us not forget the sorry plight of the displaced people and the shortage of just about everything in Jaffna. We don’t live alone !!

Lets hope everything will take a turn for the good for everyone. If not we’ll take a turn. Heh heh…. so that we go in search of it. (Hmm.. that makes some sense don’t it) So everybody check the wings, check the tanks, check the systems, make sure you’ve got the parachute, and on the signal… Take Off to the skies !!