Friday, October 29, 2010

How I Burned My Tongue

Monday blue is a common thing that all of us who work experience onece a week. We hate Mondays. Simply because its the end of  blistering weekend. Its not that our weekends are so eventful.  In fact Monday puts a full stop to your late mornings. However I was eagerly waiting for this particular Monday as we had planned for a team dinner at a sizzling restaurant that I had never been before. I was so excited to go for this team outing.


I reached to the restaurant and flipped through the Menu. I was literally curled up to the Menu not knowing what to order. I wanted  to try a mock tail. i was also concerned  about the budget. So I ordered the cheapest mock tail available other than normal water. In few minutes I was given bubbling and a smoking lime juice to quench my thirst. I was shocked and pleased. 



Monday, October 25, 2010

Why did Prabakaran fight for a separate land and Tamils boycotted the IIFA?


Why do Tamil speaking people need their own land? Why did prabakaran fought for his own land? What motivated him to do so? Would prabakaran fight for a separate land if he was born as a Muslim, Christian, and Malay or in any other minority community in Sri Lanka? If he thinks that Tamils are the only minority that were treated unequally... Hello... Excuse me…Well I doubt that? As all Sri Lankans, all of us have a common fear of insecurity…

Talking about the Sri Lankan Tamils, they think that Sinhalese speaking community has Sri Lanka, English speaking community has the western countries, Muslims have Saudi Arabia and Malays have Malaysia for their own rescue. (Which most of the Sri Lankans also think, however I really don’t agree with this stupid thought). In this context it’s a well known fact that the Tamil speaking diaspora is spread throughout the world from Cape Town to Copenhagen and Vancouver to Wellington (Please note that I have nothing against it) surprisingly if you really analyze the situation, you will also discover that the Tamil speaking community doesn’t have a separate land for themselves (I mean like a mother land… I mean something like a separate Tamil nation) Therefore by default northern part of Sri Lanka has been a melting pot for them to fulfill their dreams and build their own kingdom.( not the sri Lankan Tamils, but the Tamil speaking community in the world) Therefore the entire Tamil speaking community desperately wanted the north and east to be under their own rule (this is my personal view) and have been supporting the LTTE militarily and financially to do so. (it’s not a secret anymore… even my five year old niece knows this))


I’m sure now you might wonder. Why Sri Lanka? Why not another country? Why not Malaysia, or may be Tamil Nadu… I think this is something to think about... Well… if you didn’t know, Tamil’s DID fight in those countries and states for liberation. (Even at present, Tamil Nadu want to get separated from India... luckily patriotic Indians are not letting this happen, this is for the same reason why even the Indian central government didn’t want to intervene in the Sri Lankan conflict, knowing that if Sri Lanka was divided in to two, India would also break in to pieces or may be more)

However the Tamil speaking diaspora in the world soon realized that Sri Lanka is the easiest to defeat because Sri Lankans were not comparatively patriotic about their country.(Sri Lankans that is Tamils, Muslims and Sinhalese) How sad is that? If prabakaran really loved this country, would he try to break this precious land in to pieces? When prabakaran had to choose between Sri Lanka and Tamil, why did he choose the word Tamil..? Why did he try to give up his nationality? This is what’s wrong with all Sri Lankans…  Sadly none of the Sri Lankans understand this and lost in their own worlds...

Thursday, October 21, 2010

In the Queue

I'm not a movie Fan. I normally spend my meaningless time watching TV series. My brother in law used download them and bring them for me. However Last week I had this weired thought of watching a movie in the cinema. I also wanted to watch this alone. That's how I ended up in a standing in a queue for nearly three hours in the stifling hot sun to watch a tamil  movie.
Luckily I was not the only person who was lined up in the queue for that many hours on a Sunday. There were more people in the queue.I was looking around to see if there were anyone that I would know standing nearby. None of my friends or relatives were there and I was just waiting, waiting and waiting in the queue updating my facebook status over the phone. Sadly my phone battery was on the brink of life. So I had to switch of my phone and stand doing nothing but stare at other people. "Is it worth it?" I thought. I was optimistic as I was the thirtieth on the queue that was heading towards the balcony counter.

There was also a five feet long narrow metal metal pathway directed us to the ticket counter. I was just the eighth person from the end of the metal tube. I still don't understan how did the rest of twenty two people were stuck in the that narrow tube, eagerly waiting to buy the tickets.  "Waite minute" I checked my wallet, Do I have enough money to by the tiackets. Oh No! I only got 400 bucks in my wallet. So I leaned towards the person standing next to me and enquird about the ticket price. "Not sure mate. Last week they sold balcony tickets for 800 bucks" He replied. "Ok" I had a deep breath, Now I didn't want to give up, Standing for hours, I'll will buy a cheaper ticket and watch the movie". 


The time was not running, the queue got fatter and fatter while young men from nowhere piled  up near the top of the row. Suddenly I became the seventieth in the queue. I didn't want to confront with anyone as the people who just walked in resembled thugs,. I didn't want to risk my life. Lucky the previous show had just come to an end and people were coming out victoriously yelling at us. 

Suddenly people in the queue got violent. There was about forty people trying to get in to this metal tube at once. They were screaming at each other in utter filth. They demanded the the cinema officials to open the door and issue tickets now.I could see some  people who were standing at the end of the queue passing cash to these thugs. I didn't want to give up. I squeezed in the metal tube putting all my strength. God! the other men were stronger than me . I could evens smell alchemy on them , But I didn't want to give up. 
            
I somehow managed to squeeze in to the queue. Some dude kicked on my butt. Another pushed my head.I was trapped in the queue. The queue was not moving. I got another slap on my face. Some other idiot was trying to walk above me. I could hear more filth.  The crowd was sreanmimg, pusing each other. I couldn't breath. Can someone help me, I've been standing in the scorching hot sun for nearly three hours now, I'm about to faint, I screamed. No one seemed to pay attention to me. It was all a mess, I was stranded and squashed in side this metal path. "Why all this risk? I could simply stayed at home and watched the last episode of Dexter at home" I thought.  But I didn't want to give up. I tried to to breath and survive, what an experience. This was how I was manged to watch the this  tamil movie "Enthiram"

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

My Big Mouth

I confess. I have a big mouth. A very big one. But most of the time I don't open it as I clearly know the consequences. Therefore I always keep my mouth shut. Most of the time I don't know what I'm talking about. I always beat around the bush. I never get in to the point. I can't be precise. In fact I have a screwed up mouth.

I always try to make a point. But I don't know how to.I try, try and try. Sadly that never seem to work for me. Therefore I keep my mouth shut. Now I've been considered as the silent chap who doesn't involve in any talking. People think that I don't have any sorts of things to say. They think that I'm some weired dude. This had made me uneasy and vulnerable. I don't feel talking anymore. I keep on stuttering now. But I have so many to tell. I want to have a candid talk with people. But nobody seems to listen to me anymore.

Luckily now that I have my own blog I will be talking again. The stuff that I don't usually talk with my friends. the dirty stuff. Not what you think about.  I mean the stuff that I wouldn't usually be talking with people about.