I hurt so I hate and so I hurt some more;
Fighting my enemies in my mind;
All those who oppose my -
Right.
The daughter-in-law who refuses to bow to my gods;
Or the wife who says I don’t know what kind of music she likes;
Or yet still the friend who doesn’t share my opinion on the way the country is run;
Trying to show each one that it is not them that is –
Superior.
Trying to make it clear who the enemy is;
And it feels so good;
As I launch my hate machines into the sun;
To fight the enemy –
Within.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Noise
On one side
Booms and clatters
of bombs and machine guns
the noise shatters our peace
It is a nuisance that has to be stopped so we can go on our way
“I have this dinner thing with friends down for the summer”.
This war will end it.
Its only a little while longer
and then
we’ll have peace.
On one side
Roars of
Multi-barrel artillery
Rip
through our heads and our chests
We know the drill.
“Run
and hide
in the bunkers”.
It’s getting
closer.
Hope we see this through.
Booms and clatters
of bombs and machine guns
the noise shatters our peace
It is a nuisance that has to be stopped so we can go on our way
“I have this dinner thing with friends down for the summer”.
This war will end it.
Its only a little while longer
and then
we’ll have peace.
On one side
Roars of
Multi-barrel artillery
Rip
through our heads and our chests
We know the drill.
“Run
and hide
in the bunkers”.
It’s getting
closer.
Hope we see this through.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Birth pangs
She walks with a spring in her step, lighter and freer than she ever remembers feeling. Since she heard the news, she has had something to look forward to. It steals into her mind as she goes about her day, like a secret love, making her heart quicken in anticipation.
It certainly had been some time since she ever dared think about anything as wonderful as the next day. It is a strange and wonderful feeling. Now, she positively glows.
The universe seems to pick up on her vibe and glow back. It’s a beautiful day, the sun shines with a never-before radiance, the air is quieter, crisper, fresher. Even the birds are out, singing in the cool breeze, and the passers-by smile at her. She feels beautiful, capable and strong as she touches the bulge under her blouse. She smiles to herself almost tenderly.
She savours the smell of street-food around her, looking in the store windows and marveling at the displays as she walks to the agreed spot.
She doesn’t have to wait long before she sees him approaching. She feels the old pang of recognition stir within her and marvels at her ability to put it aside. Yes, she is a strong and capable.
As he approaches, bustling in his importance, she is acutely aware of the man inside the uniform - slightly scarred and twisted, his fancy-dress is his both his weaponry and his shield. It is his license to do as he pleases.
She caresses her belly once more and smiles as she detonates.
It certainly had been some time since she ever dared think about anything as wonderful as the next day. It is a strange and wonderful feeling. Now, she positively glows.
The universe seems to pick up on her vibe and glow back. It’s a beautiful day, the sun shines with a never-before radiance, the air is quieter, crisper, fresher. Even the birds are out, singing in the cool breeze, and the passers-by smile at her. She feels beautiful, capable and strong as she touches the bulge under her blouse. She smiles to herself almost tenderly.
She savours the smell of street-food around her, looking in the store windows and marveling at the displays as she walks to the agreed spot.
She doesn’t have to wait long before she sees him approaching. She feels the old pang of recognition stir within her and marvels at her ability to put it aside. Yes, she is a strong and capable.
As he approaches, bustling in his importance, she is acutely aware of the man inside the uniform - slightly scarred and twisted, his fancy-dress is his both his weaponry and his shield. It is his license to do as he pleases.
She caresses her belly once more and smiles as she detonates.
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
A Fairytale Wedding in every sense of the word….

Luckily for us, Nikhil’s family was planning and putting together the Hindu ceremony. We had only the Catholic ceremony and the reception to worry about. As I was going to be out of the country up until barely 2 months before the Catholic ceremony, I got the ball rolling by going wedding saree shopping with my mum. Sophisticated darling that she is, she managed to get me a beautiful ivory colored Kanchipuram silk with gold brocade work. Other than the fact that I simply loved the saree, I was thrilled that I had to visit only one other shop before I found it at Rasi Silks (Wellawatte) and it cost us only Rs. 15,000/- !!!!




Nikhil, who’d lived his entire life out of Sri Lanka (save for a short working stint during which we met) had been to a couple of weddings while in Sri Lanka. While we had a great time at the weddings, we knew for certain that we would not have a live band nor baila music at our own. Though having lived in Sri Lanka, I hadn’t really imagined breaking with tradition where venue was concerned. Of course, I hadn‘t counted on my husband‘s wonderful lack of compulsion to follow in anyone‘s footsteps.
That’s how we ended up with a wonderful little beachside party at The Golden Mile (Mt. Lavinia). The sumptuous buffet of fresh sea-food and vegetarian dishes, together with champagne and drinks cost us only as much as it would have for food alone if we’d gone with any of the usual hotels. Needless to say the wood-cabin style restaurant’s décor of lantern-candles and fairy lights coupled with the stretch of Mt. Lavinia beach and a full moon (which opportunely was the largest in the year) gave us an ambiance I doubt I’d have been able to achieve with any expensive wedding-décor. I am also positive that it was the combined positive thoughts of the Golden Mile Team that allowed the clouds to part and ensured we had a sunny and beautiful day ending in a beautiful evening under a clear sky in the peak of a south-western monsoon.

I opted for Ms. Janaki Kurukulasuriya at Salon Bliss (Wellawatte) because my cousin‘s wife had used her a few months before and as Bridesmaid, I found her seamstress to be excellent (she actually got a perfect fit from just one fit on!). However, all my well-articulated notes complete with pictures were no help as the lady refused to discuss anything until I was back in the country (barely 2months before the wedding!). So on her advice, my sister (who was incidentally my Maid of Honour) had paid a non-refundable deposit of Rs. 12,000/-.
I was optimistic on my first consultation, as I was fairly clear on my dream wedding. Unfortunately, for me, Ms. Kurukulasuriya, thought my saree was hideous! The only way I could escape being told I needed to get another saree (which incidentally was what my cousin’s wife had been told) was to say that the Groom’s parents had gifted the saree to me and I dared not change it. It was all downhill from there. The jewellery was dismissed with a disdainful shrug, my ideas for my own and the Maids’ saree blouses were criticized as “old-fashioned” and my request for a simple sheath of lilies condemned as “funeral flowers”.
Of course in her favour, she did suggest a bridal bouquet of roses at Rs. 10,000/-, (though personally I thought it was a crime to spend so much on flowers for a few hours) or the option of checking elsewhere if I so wished, as her suppliers wouldn‘t work within my budget. I say “helpfully“ because it was indeed a great suggestion which led me to find beautiful bouquets and hair pieces for myself and three maids (with boutonnières for Nikhil’s and my Dad), church and car décor in a pretty Daisies & Tulle theme - all for just Rs. 18,250/- from Flowers of Summer (Colpetty). It was excellent! And best of all, the proprietress of Flowers of Summer (Ms. Janaki de Soysa) was warm and helpful and made me really feel like I was going to be a Bride!! It was all discussed and arranged in just 2 visits and I didn’t have to worry about a thing once it was in the capable hands of the Flowers of Summer team.


I could feel myself turning into the proverbial Bridezilla as I almost burst into tears. This was not what I wanted!! Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t I the Bride-to be??? Didn’t want I want matter???? But I was in for a rude shock as I was told off very bitingly by the lady that I had an “attitude” and that she regretted having taken my booking!!!! So much for customer service and giving a Bride her fairytale wedding!
To cut a long story short, after a series of ugly phone calls in which Ms. Kurukulasuriya had apparently told the seamstress that she would not get any more orders if she gave us our outfits directly, and I was told I would not get my tailored outfits unless I paid a further Rs. 14,000/- I decided to cut loose and go with someone who would help me make my dream wedding come true. Though I was very relieved to be done with the good lady, I was unhappily relieved of Rs. 26,000/- for my trouble gained Ms. Kurukulasuriya’s expert condemnation that mine was the ugliest saree she’d seen in all her 30odd years in the business and the curse that I’d probably have the ugliest wedding ever!!


The best thing about it was that it was just as I’d dreamed it would be and we didn’t have to worry about going into debt!!

Friday, January 02, 2009
Self Portrait
by David Whyte, Fire in the Earth (shared by Jeyanthy Siva on 2nd Nov. '08)
It doesn’t interest me if there is one god
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have been told, in "that" fierce embrace,
even the gods speak of God.
It doesn’t interest me if there is one god
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have been told, in "that" fierce embrace,
even the gods speak of God.
RISK
Author unknown (shared by Bishan Rajapakse on 8th June '08)
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out to others is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But risks must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.
The person who risks nothing,
does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,
they forfeited their freedom.
Only the person who risks can be free
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out to others is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But risks must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.
The person who risks nothing,
does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,
they forfeited their freedom.
Only the person who risks can be free
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