On this Historic day

I really wish I was born on a day like today; so that a bombs would be something i hear over CNN. i longed for this day, and brave footsoldiers of my country gave their lives for this. so i made a video just to sum up how i feel. and to tell every one how honored i am to be a part of a proud country! i wish i was there right now….

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2857397/there_is_nowhere_else_in_world_id_rather_be_than_sri_lanka_we_shall_rebuild/

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no appologies for irradicating LTTE

End of War the final countdown!!

The golden bells of victory are now ringing. After so many years of sluggish resting, they had to have their rust brushed off and glossed to restore their former glory! I can’t hear them from where I am, everyone is wearing sombre looking Armani suits made just for the fucking credit crunch!

Yet as some someone said “i can feel down to one last fragment..“. It is like I’m looking at the world around me with a new lease of life, as though I’m fresh after sex; all the time. I try to calm my self down by thinking of “anithya”(impermanence described in Buddhism), but my heart wonders down memory lane about a thousand years back, right down to the days of Dutugemunu.

Those days were golden days, those days were marvellous days and those days were somewhat like nowadays!

During the grim days of the 90s’ when my parents used to put little me to bed they used to read me stories. Depending on what I asked for,  dinosaur tales, tin tin or asterisk used to be high up the list.  But when the headlines become grimmer and harder to bear, i tasted an assortment of stories about competent Buddhist kings. How they constructed heroic gestures of architectural bravery, and marched us to victory in the most gallant fashion. Those good ol’ stories are etched in my mind, just like the bible should be etched in a Christian’s mind(hopefully), be it the Quran etc etc.

These are what i can relate to, and these are what defines me, and if/when they are systematically challenged, i am ready to strike back! just like my competent kings have done, and just like brave soldiers are doing in the front lines. Why does it have to sound so pathetic to say this loudly, sometimes in my own land? they said “sinhalaya modaya kewum kanna yodhaya” but now, Sinhalese optimism has been restored! The doves of peace can smell the air thick with the smell of delicious ripe mangoes of Vanni. (i hope the are karthakolombun) ince its springing the doves are coming out, the trees of all kinds getting a new lease of life, for that the cannons have now(soon) stopped shooting. those doves still very far up in the sky, will one day come to stay.

Remember “apitath dawasaka handha payanawa” a.k.a අපිටත් දවසක හඳ පයනවා!!

OUR FREEDOM!

OUR FREEDOM AND THEIR FREEDOM

The marvellous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. MARTIN LUTHER KING jr

first of all let me make my self very clear! freedom of Sinhala people is inextricably bound to peace loving and democratic Tamils; that is indisputable fact!! However i do not agree with the depiction that somehow, wiping out the LTTE is damaging to the freedom of ordinary Sri Lankans. i feel that western media corps (say no names), try to create this perception that this marvellous militancy which has brought the LTTE to conventional destruction, is somehow bad? may i question them as to why?

the reason i say the the destiny of the LTTE is in no way bound to our’s is that, if it was so; how were the LTTE able to slaughter baby monks in aranthalawa? how were they able to “genocide” Muslims who were praying in their hundreds? how could they wage war against a democratically elected government representing all communities of Sri Lanka? why would they have a irrational hatred against everything Sinhala( and Islam?) after all Serandib is the land of the Sinhalese, the land Sinhalese fought and built from scratch… how were they able to kill thousands of innocent people in border villages who realistically have no stake in the LTTE’s bogus asylum seeker tag line of “ancient discrimination”!

therefore may i say, “either your with us(democracy), or your with the terrorist!”. sadly this quote has lost some of its credibility due to its infamous use by G.W.B. former president of the US&A. nevertheless it has not lost its applicability, both literally and metaphorically!  somethings are just worthy of any prize, Dhamma and democracy are all we have at the end! so I bow my head in the direction of the men in uniform, who put their life in the line, in this very courageous and bloody, yet victorious war against terrorism!

The olympics

“But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition“MARTIN LUTHUR KING JR

“People “cheer MR from the depths of their voices and bottom of their hearts despite  a not so cosy bullet proof glass cover kept for the protection of the rockstar himself. Perfectly fitting the well accepted characteristics of a “real man” or the “maha kalu sinhalaya”, he had no competition from his main opponent RW when it came to the contest for the biggest erection!

Then the mood of the Olympic changed from contemplative to jubilliation, he roared out the words “I’m going to break the neck of the fucking Tamil hyena!!” just when the crowd started jumping on their seats, lighting firecrackers, singing old songs we sang when we won wars gone past, and sing new ones adding their own individual flavour to it.

The crowd; during the raj, were always segregated and discriminated in their own island born out of their sweat and tears, they longed for someone who could talk intimately to their greatest strengths and greatest fears, so they voted. They are not happy with the favoured to say the least, but do realise the world has to change! The favoured need not worry, the crowd aren’t cannibals! They merely them you to acknowledge Sri Lanka is of Buddhists just as America is of Christians.

For too long have these events been mere channels for the dramatisation of shameful conditions; for too long have we wasted fighting ourselves, we must start again, get it right this time. Failure is not viable, the cost of it would be the end of “everything they stood for”, and the crowd know it by now. At the end of this great spectacle he who yells out that “in Dhamma we trust!”, must pass on the torch; when his time is up. for He is a king, but the world has now changed; he is a democratically elected president.

Friend= the one who is there for you at your hour of greatest need!!!

This is a tribute to the Srilanka Navy…. As a patriotic son of “lanka matha”, i had to contribute to the sea of literature(at least modern forms of it) arising during this time of unprecedented national awakening! I would certainly love to find out about your views.

Defence Line “Final Curtain for Prabhakaran?” first thoughts… this is fucking awsome!!!

Counter Terrorism Expert Prof. Rohan Gunaratna in an exclusive interview discusses the challenges of fighting the LTTE and how effectively they have been surmounted.

Please read this article from the Bottom line news paper.

Q: What is your assessment of the Sri Lankan forces?  You have travelled worldwide – the USA, UK, Indonesia, Pakistan and you may have met a lot of military leaders in other countries. What are their views about Sri Lanka?
A: A Special Forces General from a foreign country recently remarked that the Sri Lankan Special Forces are the best. They have so many years of experience. The Sri Lankan Special Forces soldiers have fought all their lives. There is no substitute for experience. He said the best Special Forces soldiers are from Sri Lanka.

please read the full article at http://www.thebottomline.lk/2009/03/18/defence_col.htm

(no copyright violation intended… )

The next day…

crazy it may seem, i long for “every other day”; like a stream my mind drip drops little conversation snippets while my mind wonderes into the wilderness, those of which i make grand plans to make you laugh with! I’ve watched those sitcoms, women always seem to be on the look out for The Guy who is “funny, loverble and caring”. i ain’t no romeo, but i sure won’t mind being the one! (who wouldn’t ? hehe) anyway, being from a supposedly “cultured backgrounds” i think is that what women want? maybe, or maybe not.

Annoying days when shit just seems that its not meant to work out, are certainly the most confusing! i had one sort yeterday. i was walking down a northern english highstreet, being inconspicuously tanned and wearing a matching suit whilst listening to my pod; then two “rasist punks” (or chavs as they are known here) yelled at me “you fucking paki! get outta my country you piece of shite!!” the sarcastic part of my brain suddenly sprang into action!

came flying right past my ear

“get a job and pay some fucking taxes you, worthless skank!” i yelled back regretterbly. Although i self justify it as sarcasm, it really is sucumbing to the same level as the jobless guy. but for some reason i felt a sense of justice! now imagine this, a can of coke- thankfully to karma went right past my ear missing my head with threads to spare.
Now then, I almost died yesterday! So WTF, nothing to loose nothing to gain; I remember the lyrics “kabaya irila, ieeta kamak nehe- kawuru dakinnada kawuru balanada? “
Before I saw you inextricably linked to me somehow.. But now I’m just a traveller, steped outside to grab a can of coke and seen the pritiest girl he has ever seen. Yet Just like the can of coke here didn’t manage to hit the prize! A bit pointless… My mind is running on hyperdrive and my heart’s stream pouring out nothings I wanted to talk with you, like we used to everyotherday.
The next day i start to see the bottom line, I am a lone ranger; I walk alone…

Was it all in my head? I mean, Really?

“Pathetic, this is fucking pathetic!!” I shout. At least the ceiling listens to me in my despair. My mates are in town, so is she; I sit here in solitude munching some digestive biscuits with that sinking feeling (dreaming of Maliban); my heart choked whilst drowning in a sea of disbelief. I really need to get my act together, and come to terms with it. Maybe I did something wrong, said things which may have put you off, hanged out with obnoxious gits as you might call them!

No point crying over spilt milk they say… I always would have bet my money on you saying no, but it was your beauty which made it impossible not to all in love with you! Yet now I know, you can never “be mine”.

i suppose forcing my self to hate you, might help me get over you…. but i can’t because its not really my thing, the issue is that how can a man get over you?

Thought might as well quote some Nickelback lyrics, been listening to them recently (I know its saddd… hehe)

Nickelback Figured You Out Lyrics:

“I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that’s on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While your looking up at me
You’re like my favourite damned disease“

…..then it goes,

“And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can’t say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(Why not before, you never tried)
(Gone for good, and this is it)”

This indian girl…

I sit here wondering if she is way outta my league, yet her beauty lays untouched and unnoticed by men stronger, richer and better looking than myself; why do I always end up in the same love circle? I tell myself a dozen times.
Everyone knows you love my crazy jokes and smooth Asian moves, laughing your head off sitting next to me and gazing your beautiful black eyes from a distance during biology. They say the rough seas and stuburn storms of life in uni may always break relationships; even if college love had potential! “But I’m like a love sick rabit chasing you arround..”
Rather blindly I can’t see how we couldn’t make it work? You be a lawer and I’ll be a doctor, five bedroom detached and two cars; and when the time is right let two daughters and a son be our pride and joy… Well, I know you want kids because you told me so, remember that break time we talked about nothings in the deserted IT dept?
The thing is….
I have £50 borrowed from my sister, if you say yes to a candle lit dinner after the movies I will do anything to prove how much I love you! Because I’m dying to run my fingers through your lush black hair and kiss those sweet soft lips, as if it can never end! Now I see why shakespere refused to compare his love a bright summe’rs day! The butterflys in my stomach sure tell Me why!
The scary thing is sooner than later I have to step out of the relative security of the localblogsphere what should I do?