I enjoyed my first booze in a free country yesterday. It was good.
Spirits are high these days.Went to Lani's of course (pronounced Lanny's), 'The Joint without a liquor license'. In Makuluwo's hood.
This makes for a very cheap starting point when heading out or a budget celebration like yesterday. Booze or no booze i love the beach.But something that tug at my heart was the fluttering national flag at Lani's. (see video)
There was Nugegoda junc with couple of dozen drunkards at 9 in the night waving flags to a bangara beat whilst blocking up 1 lane of the 2 lane stanley thillekeratne mawatha.Having frequented NG for the past 23 years i gotta admit that this was far more amusing than 100 vendors screaming ala ala ala, loonuu... loonuuuu.... Au Miris! Au Miris!
It seems the free food has stopped. Even the greatest joy has it's limits. Ali Don Pvt Ltd witnessed a out of season hike in sales which would have tripled its share price had it been listed on the main board of the CSE.Maggi Instant Coconut Milk is the number one selling product at the local grocery and watch out for the boom in condom sales.If i were you and looking to cash in all this, i'd make a camo styled condom in c4 flavor.....
And some clips from Mirissa!If anyone wants to head down to this joint i can fill you in all the details. Really nice place to chill out!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Zak's Perspective
So this is just how i feel about the happenings of the past few years and especially the last few days as i see it. No, I'm not an expert on military strategy, Sri Lankan history, the ethnic conflict/civil war or for that matter the rights and wrongs of a bloody end.
I'm 23 now and i grew up learning to fear the tigers.
The streets of Colombo were never safe and mom used to always ask me to be vigilant and careful when i started using the public transportation in getting to College at the age of 12. There's the Central bank bomb of 1996, Jan 31st. My 10th birthday. Here i was finally getting to double figures, but all i felt was fear and more tragically hopelessness. My friends mom died in that bomb. I want to ask her how she feels about all this, but fear that it might be just too painful for her.And there are millions like her, generations... around this country.My earliest memory of the LTTE was at the age of 4 or 5 i think. I remember my Grandad coming home and mentioning that ''4 or 5 tigers were on the roof of the Fort railway station''Me being me, and so young at that immediately pictured 4 or 5 ''4 legged Siberian tigers'' on the roof of the fort railway station about attack and eat innocent commuters.That was scary! as a 4 year old it was more scary than having armed terrorists shooting at people from high up. I think i breathed a sigh of relief when i realized this was a ''code name'' for a band of armed terrorist... what a relief!
I still remember the fear and hopelessness that engulfed me as a kid. And i was one one of the lucky one's in Colombo! The rumours and speculation that this War will never end. That it was not a safe country for a young man to be if the government decided to use mandatory recruitment into the military. So i grew up wanting to leave my Country. And at times this wasn't even my country. I looked at it as a cursed woman who could never bear a child.But this is... my country. And through the years, especially during the last 4 to 5 years i have learnt to love this country and more so fallen in love with this country.I wouldn't say that i am well traveled. But after seeing a couple of Places outside of my country, it enraged to me to see how my people and countrymen were suffering and yet so many others around the world were living it up.Especially the kids... If there were something called the ''Hope'' Index, Kids from countries like Singapore, Malaysia and others close to us could boast of a much better reading on the ''Hope'' Index.I felt jealous... i really did....7,8,9 and 10 year olds so upbeat and with so much hope in life... and yet back in my War ravaged country there are so many who could not dream of a better existence.
Either way, this is why i am Proud as a Sri Lankan today. My sons and the sons of my sons will have more than a dream of a better nation. There is now a window of opportunity.Something that i never enjoyed as a kid growing up in Sri Lanka. Wanting to leave your country your whole life is pretty shitty.But today i rejoice for there is 'hope' that millions of unborn kids will have a better nation to call their home.I can't help myself... i have a wide grin on my face.
''Only a crisis, actual or perceived brings about real change - Milton Friedman''
Sometimes people tend to interpret my over-zealousness as Blindness to the reality of what needs to be done.This couldn't be more wrong. I know that there is much be done. So many lives to rebuild. The economy. Infrastructure. Resettling IDP's. Healing the emotional wounds.But the fact is, I'm happy... proud as hell and I'm overwhelmed with emotion when i look at my National Flag.
People tend to also call me a Armchair Soldier. Talking of things that i have no right to talk of. Now I'm not an Aid worker, volunteer, soldier or politician.But i do work in the private sector. My Company pays taxes, i pay taxes, taxes which are used to feed the military who in turn have protected me for the past 23 years.I respect them and credit them with doing a hell of a job! May they bask in the glory of this moment..... they deserve it!
Got mom to make Kiribath today. This is the first time i made a special request to do so in a very long time.
Let's enjoy this moment. But remember that we need to get our act together in the coming years. In many ways, this appears to be a bigger Challenge than the one we've just managed to overcome.
I'm 23 now and i grew up learning to fear the tigers.
The streets of Colombo were never safe and mom used to always ask me to be vigilant and careful when i started using the public transportation in getting to College at the age of 12. There's the Central bank bomb of 1996, Jan 31st. My 10th birthday. Here i was finally getting to double figures, but all i felt was fear and more tragically hopelessness. My friends mom died in that bomb. I want to ask her how she feels about all this, but fear that it might be just too painful for her.And there are millions like her, generations... around this country.My earliest memory of the LTTE was at the age of 4 or 5 i think. I remember my Grandad coming home and mentioning that ''4 or 5 tigers were on the roof of the Fort railway station''Me being me, and so young at that immediately pictured 4 or 5 ''4 legged Siberian tigers'' on the roof of the fort railway station about attack and eat innocent commuters.That was scary! as a 4 year old it was more scary than having armed terrorists shooting at people from high up. I think i breathed a sigh of relief when i realized this was a ''code name'' for a band of armed terrorist... what a relief!
I still remember the fear and hopelessness that engulfed me as a kid. And i was one one of the lucky one's in Colombo! The rumours and speculation that this War will never end. That it was not a safe country for a young man to be if the government decided to use mandatory recruitment into the military. So i grew up wanting to leave my Country. And at times this wasn't even my country. I looked at it as a cursed woman who could never bear a child.But this is... my country. And through the years, especially during the last 4 to 5 years i have learnt to love this country and more so fallen in love with this country.I wouldn't say that i am well traveled. But after seeing a couple of Places outside of my country, it enraged to me to see how my people and countrymen were suffering and yet so many others around the world were living it up.Especially the kids... If there were something called the ''Hope'' Index, Kids from countries like Singapore, Malaysia and others close to us could boast of a much better reading on the ''Hope'' Index.I felt jealous... i really did....7,8,9 and 10 year olds so upbeat and with so much hope in life... and yet back in my War ravaged country there are so many who could not dream of a better existence.
Either way, this is why i am Proud as a Sri Lankan today. My sons and the sons of my sons will have more than a dream of a better nation. There is now a window of opportunity.Something that i never enjoyed as a kid growing up in Sri Lanka. Wanting to leave your country your whole life is pretty shitty.But today i rejoice for there is 'hope' that millions of unborn kids will have a better nation to call their home.I can't help myself... i have a wide grin on my face.
''Only a crisis, actual or perceived brings about real change - Milton Friedman''
Sometimes people tend to interpret my over-zealousness as Blindness to the reality of what needs to be done.This couldn't be more wrong. I know that there is much be done. So many lives to rebuild. The economy. Infrastructure. Resettling IDP's. Healing the emotional wounds.But the fact is, I'm happy... proud as hell and I'm overwhelmed with emotion when i look at my National Flag.
People tend to also call me a Armchair Soldier. Talking of things that i have no right to talk of. Now I'm not an Aid worker, volunteer, soldier or politician.But i do work in the private sector. My Company pays taxes, i pay taxes, taxes which are used to feed the military who in turn have protected me for the past 23 years.I respect them and credit them with doing a hell of a job! May they bask in the glory of this moment..... they deserve it!
Got mom to make Kiribath today. This is the first time i made a special request to do so in a very long time.
Let's enjoy this moment. But remember that we need to get our act together in the coming years. In many ways, this appears to be a bigger Challenge than the one we've just managed to overcome.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Smells like what...?
Mixed blessings, that interesting blogger from India had tagged me some time back.Interesting for a few reasons too. Into economics. and has a very chirpy personality it seems.
So this is about smelly stuff. How it reminds you of things.
Love the smell of the rain stiring up the dust. The first few drops are always good. The smell of water meeting dust.
Grass. The real grass. Dried, withering away. Reminds me of College and practicing in scorching tempratures.
there's the smell of my burning laptop battery. Reminds me of work.
The beach. I love the smell of the beach in the morning, reminds me of church family camps as a Child. Those were carefree times!
The smell of wintegeno mixed with sweat. Yup. Reminds me of game day. Rugby. And my obsession as a 12 year old untill i was 18.
Karapincha, Onions, green chillies, Cardamoms?, and whatever that goes into the oil before making a curry. Reminds me of how good home cooked meals are.
112. The perfume. Reminds me of that bitch!
Cartier..... Dad....
Christmas trees... The smell.Reminds me of My sis, mom and me having christmas lunch when we were kids!
The Maliban factory in Ratmalana. Reminds me about the summer of 99. She was good!
The smell of 2 pairs of socks, 1 pair of stockings and cow leather boots coming off after playing a match in a thunder storm. Smells of glory.
The smell of being hung over by too much Vodka. err... bad smell.
Finally the smell of a crisp 100 rupee note. Pay day!
So this is about smelly stuff. How it reminds you of things.
Love the smell of the rain stiring up the dust. The first few drops are always good. The smell of water meeting dust.
Grass. The real grass. Dried, withering away. Reminds me of College and practicing in scorching tempratures.
there's the smell of my burning laptop battery. Reminds me of work.
The beach. I love the smell of the beach in the morning, reminds me of church family camps as a Child. Those were carefree times!
The smell of wintegeno mixed with sweat. Yup. Reminds me of game day. Rugby. And my obsession as a 12 year old untill i was 18.
Karapincha, Onions, green chillies, Cardamoms?, and whatever that goes into the oil before making a curry. Reminds me of how good home cooked meals are.
112. The perfume. Reminds me of that bitch!
Cartier..... Dad....
Christmas trees... The smell.Reminds me of My sis, mom and me having christmas lunch when we were kids!
The Maliban factory in Ratmalana. Reminds me about the summer of 99. She was good!
The smell of 2 pairs of socks, 1 pair of stockings and cow leather boots coming off after playing a match in a thunder storm. Smells of glory.
The smell of being hung over by too much Vodka. err... bad smell.
Finally the smell of a crisp 100 rupee note. Pay day!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Greetings!
Life is good. Real good. So good sometimes you don't to really write about it. you're just too preoccupied living it. Wish that were the case over the past 2 months or so. In essence, it's been marred by 3 or 4 bad grades at a stretch in class. Clearly a lack of dicipline one might say. Not enough desire.Too much drinking would be an overstatement especially after keeping away from the booze in Mirissa. Some grass on the other hand is always welcome.The fishing has been crap too. 2 GiniKiriili's by a reef is not really fishing. Not when you have 3 or 4 high tech rods and you don't catch anything. And you're left to mercilessly hold a rig by hand over a reef and catch 6cm long ornamental fish for a kick. Not the baracuda or Paraw i was expecting.And there's the shit party scene. Not one for them to begin with. I tend to prefer the lonely sunday afternoons watching football over a beer at cheers. some friends and its that much better. But seriously, the Yes FM beach party was a disgrace. In my books at least. The only bright light of the night was my best mate getting laid. I think. But he denies it. I'm better off beleiving him.Work is good. A bit slow at times. Might be off to India next week. Tamil Nadu, Tirripur. I'd rather be spending my time as a volunteer in an IDP camp with scorching tempratures of 40 degrees with bullets and shelling raining over my head.(no disrespect to the IDP's, they really are suffering)Contemplating on what my first tatoo should be. A cannon would be nice. not cool. But as a islington faithful i have to.Ideas are always welcome. Got a hectic 6 months around the corner. self studies for CIM. at least i'm done with me UG.Then there's that slightly more interesting proposition of studying to be an investment advisor. Which brings me to the point.Where have all the beautiful beings gone to? I think i might drop all of this and start out at the Academy of design.There's that comfort of a cold beer just around the corner at the Cricket Club and slightly better chances of admiring a 9.5 on a warm saturday afternoon.There should be some government imposed maximum retail price on beer i think.This has by far been one of the more boring days in office. Listening to bloomberg radio seemed to compound the effect but at least the markets are on the rebound.Some bonded panties are about to be recalled in Spain. Yeah panties. Bonded ones's. meaning no thread used. KInda like pasted together.Anyway, some fat arse woman probably bought a smaller size and the bonding came off. trying to recall 100,000 panties!another day at the office. I'm blogging again! this tells you something.... youtube hasn't got anything that interests me. My Yahoo mail hasn't got any new mails. MY works done for the day. Facebook is just too boring. Listening to the radio is overrated i'm trying hard to stay awake.Actually read some posts today. Dee seems to be having yet another day in office. Whack seems like he's taken a walk down memory lane to find some inspiration. Someone just called Lady Divine a Bitch for some reason. and i couldn't be bothered reading another post about the war by Indi.here's to the weekend. week to end.
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