Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Stupid Side of Love


What is love?
A mere illusion of hate and dismay?

We all join the game and hope to win what we play......
But what is the prize when we loose our own sanity?

Who are we to demand quality before quantity ?


Now love is not my subject so, I have no saying !
But it´s better to stay out than to be in and be praying to get out..

Love is too tricky, and gets you like a noose
Don´t think it´s safe, the rope isn´t loose

Monday, March 23, 2009

I don't feel safe


1. First of all a great big thanks should go out to one of my homie girls "Rachel"(bless her tomboy heart and the avid fascination + interest in debating with me ..without getting pissed in the middle) ... if not for her, I won't be writing this article at all !

This is a result of a long argument we had about the present situation in this country about one week ago over some heavy boozing and a party. This is something that fired up and fired down but later picked up again when I was dropping her at her place.... we sat in the car for nearly 3 hours "arguing" and the line that I am using " I don't feel safe in this country anymore" his one of her own lines which she kept on repeating every 2 minutes.

2. It's a long skit and I know most of you won't even go pass three para' s.. still never mind.

away with it then., I call this "I don't feel safe in this country anymore"


I wonder why we allow ourselves to feel safe in this country? I wonder about the people who don't worry about their situations, their lives, and their own worlds.

Why do you believe what those in power tell you? When, deep down, we all know they tell us these things so that they themselves can do whatever they please. They would say anything to keep us calm and supportive... to keep us submissive and quiet. And, when it suites them, they play on our fears--even keep us afraid and needy--to get what they want from us. I don't feel safe in this country anymore

Look around you, isn't that true? .. They accuse of you being a LTTE supporter if you ever raise your voice against the murder and endless violence going on up there as the "war", and the next thing you know that there would be a "white van" parked outside your house. How bloody pathetic as a country we can get? I don't feel safe in this country anymore


But the saddest part of all this is that WE LET THEM do it. We let them feed us this propaganda bullshit, and we eat it up, even thank them for it. We rarely if ever question them, never wonder why they are allowed to commit crimes, but the poor are not. Never wonder why they get away with MURDER, but a damned beggar cannot beg without a identity card or else end up in jail. I don't feel safe in this country anymore

We let our jails be overrun with 'hopeless' cases... fill them with people who are stuck there because they can't pay the bail along with incredibly violent criminals... what are creating? a social stigma of derailed criminals comes out of jails and mix with the society we live in. Sadly many of these people only had to pay less than 4,000/- bux to be free, yet they enter our society with hearts full of rage and hatred. In doing so, we kill any and all GOOD potential these people could ever have, teach them that the true ways to live are through drugs and violence, despite imprisoning them for doing these very things. I don't feel safe in this country anymore.

And, meanwhile, the rich bastard politicians sit in the "tree's of temple" feeding the monster. They SEDATE us with rhetoric, empty promises, materialism, and consumerism. Again, sadly WE BELIEVE THEM! We agree! I don't feel safe in this country anymore

We accept our bread and circuses while Rome burns around us. We accept the 'this, too, shall pass' mentality, without lifting a finger to change our situation. We accept and vote for leaders that lies. Do these vile creatures make you feel safe where you sit right here, right now? Do you accept what you are told... like a dog that obeys an abusive master? Do you feel safe knowing our leaders are breaking the law? Do you feel safe? How can you?
I don't feel safe in this country anymore


Friday, March 20, 2009

Dude, I hate you !

One of my good INDIAN friends just called me all the way from UK.

Him : Dude.. I hate you

Me : Why the heck is that ?

Him : I dunno, I just so fucking hate you

Me : What the fuck did I do to you eh ?

Him : I don't know whether I am right or just guessing.. but I just so fucking hate you right now!

Me : Look here dick face... if you think this is a good idea for a joke, just roll up the phone and stick it up your ass, I don't have time to listen to you bitching about hating me.

Him : Nah, man.. I am for real...She screamed your name

Me : Who ?

Him : My girl friend !

Me : WHAT THE FUUUUUUCKKKK ?

Him : She screamed your name at the end ! .. and I fucking hate you now !

Me : Dude, I never touched her.. or even eyed her man !

Him : I know.. that's why I hate you !

Me : Dude, you are making absolute no dog crap sense here mate

Him : She was DRUNK !

Me : oh... ok... soooooo... let me guess.. are you drunk too ?

Him : Yeah !.. me tooo

Me : Dude.. what's your name ?

Him: ... (says his name)

Me : You fucking idiot.. do you realize that your name is just one Syllable away from mine?

Him : ... SHIT !! SHIT SHIT !!!!!!! .....

Me : now what?

Him : I hate my self now ! .. I FUCKING HATE MY SELF NOW !

Me : Dude, get some sleep

Him: Ok... I hate my self now ! .... thanks for making me hate my self you fuck !

Me : Pray to god that I am not close by you dick head.. or I would just fucking kick your ass to oblivion right now !.. so shut the fuck up and get some sleep

Him : .. ok.. bye ! .. I hate you... no no... I hate me !


______________________

Ps. His name is Ranit Singh !... where the last name sounds very very close to mine :)

Writing your heart out

I love to read and I love to write !

Would any of your believe that I don't have a TV at my place ? .. but instead for the last count I have exactly 934 books. That is sans anything which has to do with my profession.

I can read 500 page book in less than 3 hours ! .. so in short... by the time you watch a film which was made out from a book... I can read the book ! and I never skip .. I read each and every single word and never miss a single page !

But writing ? .. writing is something I always hold in much high grace. I have this strange grudge against mistakes and re-writing anything I have already penned off.

When I write.. It has to be flawless... forgiven the typographical errors, each and every line that I write must portray EXACTLY what I want to express. I hate re-reading, editing and amalgamating or replacing words.

I hate it !

There was a time when I was perfecting my writing skills. I had neither no aim nor vision of how can I achieve this. That is before I met her !

Yeah... HER ! .. and the best part of it was that she's blind :-)

My farther had hired a telephone receptionist as a help to the blind and deaf school, Rathmalana... and that's how I met her ! and learned the most valuable lesson of writing exactly what I want to write... write only once !

How to write your heart out !

The most simple lesson she taught me was " When you can't see, you are seeing something more than you normally can."

The blind can draw, and guess what, they don't have perspective problems like we do. They can draw out perspective, and objects without stylization, why? Because they study, touch, feel the object, and they know in their mind that the object has an angle to them... and they connected those clues accordingly.

So I learned that when I open my eyes, I close my heart......I needed to write my heart out, so I needed to close my eyes..... and I did !

I practiced typing without the use of eyes... I practiced writing with a pen with my eyes closed most of the time.

I found out that every time I close my eyes, words flow easily through my heart to my mind and in turn to words.

While perfecting it, I stumbled upon a new use for this. .... I close my eyes when I am doing my job, it helps me to get a new perspective of what I am dealing with.... when I am in an argument, I close my eyes ! .. it shows me sides of the story which otherwise I would never understand.


And even now, while typing this, I have my eyes closed !

I guess that's why you close the eyes when meditating. Close yours eyes and open the door to your heart and mind.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

අත කහනවට ලියවෙච්චි කවිය.



සකල සිරින් සෝබ මාන
මනරම් දිවයිනක් ඇතුලේ
සිතුමිණ එක බැගින් අයිති
ජනයා වෙසෙනා..

මැණිකට පිං සිද්ධ වෙන්න
අහේනියක් නැතුව හොදට
බ‍වභෝගත් නෙක සම්පත්
අපමණ තිබෙනා..

අඩුපාඩුත් නැති හින්දම
හිතේ බරක් නැති හින්දා
විවේකයේ ‍ජොලියේ ඉන්න
වෙලාව තිබෙනා..

හවස හයෙන් පටන් ගන්න
මැජික් පෙට්ටියෙන්- සිංදු කාමරෙන්
පවුල් පිටින් දනෝ සැවොම
මායා ලෝකෙට ඇදෙනා..

නච්ඡ ගීත වාදන විසූක දස්සන බල බල
නින්දට යන්නේ හැමෝම
හෙට රෑටත් සෙට් වෙන්නට
සහසක් පැතුමන් පතලා..

බස් රථයේ කෝච්චියේ
කාර්යාලයේ පන්තියේ
අද මොනා වෙයිද රෑ වෙනතුරු
ඉවසුමක් නැතුව කට්ට ගනින්නා..

ඒ ගැන අනුකම්පාව හිතිලා
රූප පෙට්ටියේ රගනා
අති ශේෂ්ධ නළු නිළියෝ
බයිලා ගායනා කරන්නෝ
හුදීජන යහපත වෙනුවෙන්
මනාප ඉල්ලනා..

අනේ ඉතිං දැන් රෑට බලන
නරි නාටක සේරම ටික
විදුලි බිලක් නොගෙවම
පැය විසිහතරම බලාගන්න
පාට පකෂ අමතක කොට
මනාපේ දෙමු
අපි හැමෝම..


මේක මේ කාටවත් මඩ ගහන්නවත් වෙන දේකටවත් ලිව්ව දෙයක් නෙවෙයි. නිකම්ම නිකං ලියවුනු එකක්. මොකද දැන් දැන් බස්නාහිර ඡන්දේ ලං වෙන හින්දා එක එක විදියට හිනා වෙන අමුතු අමුතු කෝණ වලින් අනන්තය දිහා බලන් ඉන්න.. මහා දාර්ශණිකයන්ගේ පිංතූර වලින් තාප්ප ගස් ගල් හිනා වෙන්න පටන් අරන්.ඔය අතරේ නිතර දැකලා තියන මුහුණු හිනා කට දාගෙන ඉන්නවා. ඉතිං ඒවායි එයාලගේ රංගන කෞෂල්‍යයි දැක්කම මට මේක හිතුනා.. අඩුම ගානේ වැඩක් කරන්න බැරි‍උනොත් අපිට හොද රගපෑමක් හරි පෙන්නන්නේ නැතැයි කියලා.. නැද්ද මං අහන්න‍?
මං දැනට ගණන් කරපු විදියට බස්නාහිර පළාතට විතරක් නළු නිළි ගායකයෝ 6 දෙනෙක් විතර ඡන්දේ ඉල්ලනවා.. හැබැයි ඉතිං නරකක් කියන්න බෑ අපේ අතිගරු ජනාධිපතුමත් රගපාලා තියනවානේ කලින්..
ඇමරිකාවෙත් නළුවෝ ජන්දේ ඉල්ලපු එකේ අපේ රටේ මොනා ඉල්ලුවම‍ මොකෝ.. නැද්ද?
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*ඉහත පිංතූරය කැමිලස් සිල්වා මහතාගේ සිරිබිරිස් කාටූණය ඇසුරිනි.