Girl, You are Unique

You are unique and there is none quite like you; you may have a sibling who might look just like you, everyone might say you look like your mother etc, but, that does not mean you are your grandmother, mother, aunt, sister or friend.

Girl, You are Unique!

You are you and that is how God has created you with much care and love! Even if deny the existence of a creative God, please read on as you may find some useful tips.

Growing up, I was at times considered as a weird child who always wished for one-of-a- kind of things from clothes to shoes and even stationery I couldn’t bear the thought of wanting to dress and be like someone else (this excludes certain role models I had in my life) I had the practice of observing others and then absorbing what was best for myself. I remember, how I would not too happy if someone copied my unique style of clothing or the way I did things.

From a very early age as young as 5 years, I knew and believed that no one had the same fingerprints as me and I wanted to maintain my sense of uniqueness and identity as much as I could. But, I had problems! Teachers thought I was selfish, parents thought I was stubborn, friends thought I was weird.

What am I trying to say here?

Girls, be yourselves not matter what you think of yourselves, especially if you think you are not in par with other girls and feel that you are not in the zone!

Growing up wanting to be loved and accepted is a basic human need but with little or no tangible real love prevailing in the world, you are expecting too much trying to depend on others to receive love and specialization. Especially, if you must lose yourself and be someone else to be loved!

Why am I saying this?

Its because, I too at a certain phase in my life compromised trying to be everything ‘other than myself’ to be accepted in society and among peers; friends and family! To be what they wanted me to be, in order to be included in their circles.

I tell you, its not worth even the try, because once you have been there and done that, you look back and wonder what you have become and what all those pretenses has done to your true identity.

You end up looking at the mirror as asking yourself ‘Who are you? I do not know you?”

Remember, Girl! You are unique and there has never been, or ever will be someone like you! You are unique!


Know thyself, Woman!

Spend time with yourself and get to know who you are:

how your moods swings, what rocks you, what makes you dance, what makes you sing, how your body reacts to certain moods and thoughts, how well you absorb stress, how you think and how you perceive life, what are your personal values, what are your beliefs, and how well you can adapt to change which you have no control over, how responsible you are with your belongings and how well you can take care of others’ belongings, how slow or quick you are to anger, how big or small your heart is, how good or bad you handle bad news and surprises.

Well, these are a few of the many things you need to identify about yourself.

Why do we need to know these things as women?

We have been created with an extra touch of emotions. So, if we do not know about ourselves and what makes us react, and how we react, we will find ourselves in a mess of emotions drowning and not knowing the difference of what we are feeling and what we really are. Since we are not wired to be more of a rational being, when emotions overwhelm us, we will be restricted in using our common sense and make decisions in haste – which we will regret later, in life.

So, its best to keep a check of your emotions as much as you can.

As for me, I think I now know a little bit more of myself that I did 5 years ago and that has helped me to identify the triggers that only upsets me but those that rejuvenates my soul: somewhat of an early warning system is now in place within me, with indicators which will help me to be better prepared for whatever challenges I am faced with.


Leave a comment or two so I know if what I have shared has been helpful or offensive in anyway!

Power Games

Hello! Power hungry people how have you been this day?

Which poor soul is next in line on your list of destruction

Not with your guns and bombs, but with your harsh words

You need power, you desire it will all evil in your heart

We’ve come a long away and, yet we hunger and thirst

For more power to reign and rule the world!

Stayin’ alive has become all about the power games

Mr. Simpleton

Simpleton! Oh Mr. Simpleton in your simple ways

You can be so simple and humble in all your ways

Do you not get tired or being so simple and humble?

Oh dear! My love! Mr. Humble Lahm Simpleton

I might be a delightful genius in most my ways

That is how you think so of all poor Kittel’s ways

I tell you Mr. Simpleton I ain’t so genius in my ways

But yes, I may be just as delightful as you say!

Framed in Time

The sun will rise and set at its course everyday

So, will the moon and all galaxy in its place

Who am I to complain about the blues everyday

When am just a mere human in this vast space

Life’s’ ups and downs they come and go

Just as the seasons with sun and snow

Who am I to question the way life go

All streams from cliffs to sea they flow

King Solomon the wisest that there ever was

Did say of all this in this book Ecclesiastes

Our world its framed with Time they say

70 years of Independence in Sri Lanka

04th of February 2018 – Independence Day of Sri Lanka

Sri Lanka is celebrating its 70th Independence Day on 04th of February this year and as a Srilankan citizen whose lived since the 80’s I thought of penning some thoughts about what national independence truly means to me.

With receiving its Independence status after the British Monarchy in 1948, Sri Lanka then known as Ceylon had bloodshed in all other forms, devouring the lives of many who once lived here. The rivalry between ethnics within the country and the discrimination towards minority led Ceylon into a gruesome civil war for almost 30 years.

In my opinion, racism truly has its upper hand over the 22 million citizens of this island nation. Racism has also stemmed into religious upheaval during the past decades. I see no difference of being racially afflicted back in the early 90’s as a child in school, nor as an adult who’s now employed as a professional. Ethnic and religious differences are strongly rooted in our nation. Words are exchanged, comments are made, and if you happen to be the minority among the majority, you do have to live a few days here and there having to tolerate with what comes out from the majority. The least of the minority is afflicted the most with this “deeply unsettled yet peaceful on the surface” scenario in this country. Children are brought up the same way as they were in the 70’s and 80’s giving them a strong identity in their ethnic and religious roots, encouraging evil into little hearts. The perpetrators have no respect, nor do they even fathom the idea of ‘discrimination’ in any form.

And now, I move on to gender discrimination. As a female child, I grew up dreaming of being an astronaut, a scientist or soldier- a title that was ‘thought to be most suitable’ for that of a male child. Why was this? perhaps, I felt in my inmost being that women were treated less and that they too deserved to be an astronaut, a scientist or a soldier. (Maybe it was just put there in my spirit when I was born in to this world). I saw it in the behavior of the adults, the way women were treated in the societies which I grew up in. And then, I realized its not my upbringing, this mentality was not restricted to a particular society or a culture –  its global. And it was very normal for an island nation like Sri Lanka, to be so. Men rule the world!

As a Professional I see the need of women more than ever in the workplace. Where have all the qualified capable women in our society gone? They are in hiding in their homes taking care of their children, having other responsibilities or cleaning up someone else’s mess. This does not portray the God given female qualities that will benefit the economy of this country.

By now, you may picture me as a feminist. I am not! But, I feel for my sisters and friends have who are burdened with responsibilities of a woman. Flip the coin, and you will find women heading their households. The civil war has left behind too many women heading households. What they faced with during their lifetime, I do not know and cannot even imagine their frustrations in being the breadwinner of their homes.

Well, back to topic of Independence. Looking at life in general in Sri Lanka for the past 30 years, I mostly feel that we actually don’t have the kind of Independence that we desire or anticipate. We are merely celebrating the liberation from a monarchy – that’s a harsh statement, but I believe it’s the truth. We are still slaves to the very things we have created for ourselves, the religions, the cultures, the way of life etc.

Independence to me will be the day I experience true liberty in our Sri Lankan societies where cultures will have no barriers, religion nor ethnic roots will not interfere with true liberation and camaraderie. Women will be treated equally. Children will be loved and protected. Every child will attend school and have access to excellent basic education. Only Love can give us the kind of liberty we hope for!

This is what I call Independence. After all, we are humans and we were never created to live independent lives; but inter-dependent lives. We need Love! Sri Lanka May Love Find You!

“Let there be loved shared among us – Let there be love in our eyes

May now this love sweep this nation to arise

Give us a fresh understanding of love that is true

Let there be love shared among us – Let there be Love!” (Quote: from a song)

Pretense Pride and Intimidation

Pretense has two close friends Pride and Intimidation

Intimidation thrives on Pretense whenever she’s intimidated

Lo! Leading her to Pride for some assistance most instantly

Pride comes along with her nose up in the air to top it all up

How easy it is for man to allow these three to come along

In all their manipulative ways thoughts words and deeds

Poisoning slowly sinking into in the depths of the heart of man