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 !!

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There you are.... Piracy !!
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