The Thorns

As it states in the parable of the sower, I’ve pondered a little further on the area where the seeds fell among the thorns.

The thorns depicts the anxiety, worries, cares, riches and pleasures of life. The seeds that fell among the thorns did take root and grow to a certain extent. Unlike the ones that fell by the way side or on the rocky ground, we know that these seeds did burst into life. young saplings. However, it could grow only for a certain time.

I suppose there are only 02 ways that such a plant could survive.

  1. The plant has to be strong enough to outgrow the thorns.
  2. The thorns should be removed by an external force.

I’d start with the latter, where it would be the easiest thing to do. Somehow the thorns should be removed or at least trimmed off by an external source. This would assist the plant to outgrow the thorns to a certain extent. Depending on the type of plant which would grow into a tree the thorns will become insignificant over time.

Looking at the first option, I find it hard to see how this could happen. The plant would require adequate personal space to grow, expand its branches etc. I’d like think that the thorns could be a blessing for a while where it may protect the sapling of strong winds and extreme weather. But then again, the thorns may prick and damage the young plant contributing to its slow death.

Looking at the options available by my limited human thinking capacity, I am led to believe this;

That if an external source does not contribute towards destroying the thorns or uprooting the plant from its current context and replanting the sapling, it would seem impossible for the young plant to survive among the thorns – ultimately leading it to death.

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Time

Only a matter of time when her chains fall and she is set free

Only a matter of time until he realizes that she was chained for too long

Only a matter of time when they move on from the past to the future

Only time will tell – time can tell – Yes, time must tell!

Time was what got them busy chasing cars around their heads

Time was what made them have good memories time after time

Time was what made them simply regret of wasted time

Time was what made them think If I could turn back time

But it was also the one that made them say I’ve had the time of my life

How funny is time – it just goes round and round in circles

Its rhythm strange and alien to the human minds

Time is time and pointless chasing time!

Past.Present.Future

The Past.

We were good friend. We used to talk for hours. God only knows what we spoke of – But we loved each others company that much.

The present part 1:

We became a much more than just good friends. I admired you. We fell in love. We started dating.

The present part 2:

We fell apart. I stopped admiring you. We didn’t say goodbye. I walked out. We never spoke since then.

The Future.

I know that you are doing well. You are happy. You are free. That makes me happy to see how far and well you’ve moved in life.

Past.Present.Future is always full of surprises. Everyone has regrets, but I don’t regret having known you in my life. You have always been a good human being and life will only bring your way happiness you deserve.

 

Memoirs to my brother

Remember the times we loved playing hide n’ seek you and I with some friends?
Those days of watching Beverly hills 90210 , Robin Hood, Allo Allo which was illegal for kids in our household

All the dress up games we simply loved to indulge in
The prayer meetings we used to conduct and play church

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The tape recording sessions we used to make with dad’s big radio player And the large never ending collection of music tapes we acquired

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Just singing Christmas carols hymns just for fun cos we loved to sing
All those little conversations of hours and secrets exchanged

Remember those times where we played endless games of cricket, hopscotch and dog and the bone?
All the board games into endless days and nights

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The moments we shared organizing our super massive stamp collection
Eating food from the refrigerator which was off-limits to you

The times we wrestled and it got personal and we hurt each other real bad
The places we just wandered off to without letting the adults know about it

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Remember those times of our younger days gone by?
I hold them dearly in my heart till my time on earth is done
If not for you, I don’t think this life would have been worthwhile
Thank you for these wonderful unique memories only you and I could have made

The little ones

Two categories of humans whom I enjoy spending time with are those that are children and others who are elders. decades older and younger than I.

I feel there is quite a lot to learn from children. They are:

  • Carefree
  • Energetic
  • Imaginative
  • Innocent
They live in the moment and have not a care in the world! Their imagination knows no boundaries. They can be super creative and always have solutions to problems. They love unconditionally. If only we spent more time with the little ones will we understand that the world is not such a complicated place.

			

The Heat is on…

Its that time of the year where we have this phase of heatwaves with unbearable hot temperatures, random water & power cuts. Lovely isn’t it for a paradise island. We have to expect heatwaves given that we are stationed so close to the equator – Duh!

Colombo has not seen a drop of rain for some time now, but I hear news from the hills that it rains for hours and hours. Still, we did have water cuts this time around too and the usual power cuts.

So, the heat is on and that means the sun is out and why have we not harvested in its power? Is this some sort of a mismanagement, political drive or pure ignorance? I do have the answers in my mind but I’d like to keep it that way as I feel like somebody’s watching me 😀

For many years, issues such as severe droughts and floods have prevailed in Sri Lanka and its become an annual occurrence. If that is the case, why are there not enough preventive measure to tackle these issues without implementing reactive measures such as power and water cuts? When will we become a proactive nation? I’d like to live long to see that day when we are self-sufficient in managing these relatively smaller issues.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining about not having water nor electricity for a few hours of the day even on a daily basis. There are many nations in this world without clean water to drink and without any form of electricity. These are larger issues of the world – The bigger picture!

I am addressing about being proactive and managing what we already have. I am talking about mismanagement and being a bad steward. We are a small nation and comparatively quite a sufficient nation with many blessings due to our size and geographical positioning. But, how is it that we still have not got our act together? Even without droughts, there are citizens in Sri Lanka who don’t have sanitation.

Something needs to happen for us to shift from this mentality we live with right now. Let’s at least try to be proactive and be better at managing what we already have!

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The Kiss

You are there but it does not seem like its you I know in real life

You wait patiently to catch me when I am alone and the one I am with has gone by

In a blinking of an eye you swiftly move towards and extend your arms around my waist

You pull me closer to you and attempt to kiss me- I refuse and rebel

You wouldn’t let me go and tell me how much you’ve missed me

Does it matter but I seem to be enjoying being held by you in this embrace

I did ask you to kiss me many years ago I think to myself

But I know its not right and I try to pull back and ask you to leave me alone

You won’t give up but squeeze me harder and kiss me

As your lips touch mine I refrain from kissing you back – I hold back

You continue to kiss me and now am feeling like it’s one way ticket to the moon

He comes back and swiftly you let go of me and stand there as if nothing happened

I am blushing in shock and shame that I let this happen

You wait calmly like a hawk to attack its prey

He leaves my side again and even before I could run away from you

Here I am in your arms again – you tell me you want me though I am someone elses

And you kiss me again, much longer and I lose my senses

You’ve known how much I wanted you to kiss me many years ago but you didn’t just do that

So why on earth now? We are none of that just good friends

I open my eyes and realize it was just a dream!

I lay awake thinking why I had seen you when I had not even thought of you all this while

The kiss in the dream felt so real, so warm and so desperate

Why did you come into my dreams to kiss me that way?

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The thing about books and me

I realized may be I am a bit weird but then again the world needs a few weird folk like me to have some colour I suppose.

Well, its about this thing about me and books. I love reading and for me I never get bored of reading.. except, may be occasionally all those soppy love stories.

But I do have an issue, I do tend to get bored of reading a single book at a time and have put multi-tasking to the best by reading more than one book at a time. If I am not alone in this trait, I would love to hear from you.

While I was happily reading Chart Throb by Ben Elton, I saw this insta post about book based on true events at the times of Auschwitz and thought it would make a perfect gift for my husband.. Of course as usual I didn’t bother to find out its genre and ordered it a week back. He loves reading old English/ History etc.

My husband gets excited about the book but I realized that he is not going to touch it, as unlike me, he reads one book at a time, even if that meant a year! He is very committed in that way. Faithful to the book I would say.

So I put my Chart Throb away and get hold of The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris. It has been a crazy week for me. And all I think of is “whats going to happen next” whenever I am not reading this particular book.

The good news is I only have a few more pages left – So it is based on a true story of love between two people who met at the camp. Its sad at times, but also very uplifting. It is a page turner! The best thing about this book is it is a real life story.

Stars go Blue

Stars go blue when I close my eyes and think of you

The moments when nothing else exists besides you

Your smile, your voice the warmth of your love for me

That’s when the stars go for blue for me

Stars go blue every time you give me that look

That something special only we both know of that look

Your eyes dancing with a few unspoken words

That’s when the stars go blue for me

Stars go blue every time you take me by surprise

Words or deeds it doesn’t matter its my surprise

You know what surprises for me are meant to be

That’s when the stars go blue for me

Stars go blue every moment you spend with me

I know now that we are always meant to be

I thank God that you are mine and mine to be

That’s why the stars go blue for me

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Red Backpack

She put all her dreams and hopes – her heart soul and mind

A little red backpack – she puts everything she’s got

Into your hands she places that red backpack one day

Trusting you to take care, guard and love all the way

You took the little red backpack and its belongings

Like toys you played and tossed them away

Lost all that was in the backpack with your games

Gone for far too long and in hiding you remained

She asked for it back one day so she could move on

And all you had to tell her were little white lies

She kept asking and asking as doubts started to multiply

Something was not right she begged for whats hers

You returned the red backpack to her one day

With nothing worthwhile just a backpack full of lies

Every time she looked in her backpack for whats hers

Her heart, soul, mind, dreams hopes and herself

Remains now regrets remorse and an emptiness so old

The little red backpack is now nothing but mere rubbish

Red backpack with dust now worn out and torn

She dumps its in the Dump truck for good its gone

The Pumpkin Issue

The country I come from has an ancient rich heritage of Agriculture. The ancient kings of Sri Lanka leaves enough evidence for us to know how much effort was put into agriculture with its irrigation methods.

But with centuries gone by, little do we see that has been done to take agriculture to the next level. Technology has advanced but not the Agriculture industry in Sri Lanka. Hence, the Pumpkin issue!

Recently many governmental and non-governmental departments came together to promote sales and to relieve the pumpkin farmers of their excess produce. Approximately 100,000Kg with the price tag of a
a measly Rs. 100/-. per pumpkin at a pumpkin street sale.
It is a good endeavor !

However, has no one thought of tackling this pumpkin issue in a more proactive manner. it is not just pumpkin farmers that face these issues. Take a walk in the hill country of Sri Lanka and you will see that many farmers just let carrots, beets, leeks, cabbages, raddish to rot in their fields as they could not sell it for a decent price and the middle man always has the upper hand with pricing. What a waste!

Recently, a minister states that eating pumpkin enhances the beauty of women. Seriously, is this how one we tackle agriculture related issues in Sri Lanka?

How come these pumpkin farmers are not able to sell their crop for a decent pay? Is it not worth their toil and labor? How come their general quality of life has not developed? Why are there no services to educate the general public about by- products of the pumpkin nor its value additions.

Pumpkins are such a good and healthy source for our diet in many ways. It could be preserved, made into soup, could be used as pureed pumpkin and a thickening agent for various dishes. Then there is pumpkin as desserts and could easily be used as a form of a sweetened drink. Think about the pumpkin seeds.

May be some folks are already making some business out of what I’ve mentioned above. But why are the farmers not educated and equipped on these? Is it because we have become a lazy generation, wanting the quickest of the solutions to such problems and the instant solutions for everything.

There are countries which would die for pumpkins and here we have it go it waste. What a shame!

I seriously hope that the people at the top who have the authority, power and access to funding would seriously save this country from the pathetic agricultural frail and look in to more sustainable farming and agri bio technology methodologies to tackle issues in a non-reactive manner. We need to close the disparity gap and elevate the life of the general farmer. After all they bring us some food to our table!

Secret Place

There is only one secret place that I wish be

The place where I find you!

Teach me your ways the deepest awesome magnificent

Only in your secret place will I find

I want to know you more and more and more till no more

Will I lack that understanding of who you really are

Take me higher and deeper within your palm

And let me bask in your understanding and wisdom

I need not fret when I am in that secret place

For I am all I am meant to be and much more

The peace of knowing what you have planned for me

My calling and your will for me,

This is my only desire – it has -is – and always will be!

Take me to that Secret place that I may know you!

Stable

Since of late she gets a pounding from him with this word “stable”

She wipes her tears asking why he thinks she is “unstable”

He says “You are not stable. I need you to be stable.Unwavering”

“How can you say that I am wavering? especially when I am the stable one right now” she thinks to herself.

But she never utters a word. One day he would realize that she was the only stable thing in his life!

Eternal Love

When the rest of the world celebrates Valentines Day, here I am thinking of the only one person who has introuduced to me an eternal love.

I knew not what love is except the way the world sees it

An emotion, a feeling something that gives butterflies in one’s tummy

I know that it is not just a feeling or something restricted to emotions

It has got to be more deep wide and overwhelming in everyway

I know not of any love besides thee, the one who died to set me free

The one who promised to never leave me even unto the end of the age

The one who is ever present and always listening to my hearts’ cry

I know not of any love besides thee !

Thank you for choosing to love me even when I didn’t deserve thy love!

My playlist

So here’s some music that I enjoy listening to any time of the day.

Hope you will check them out and enjoy!

  1. Jump – Pointer Sisters
  2. Sahara Nights – FR David
  3. Twist my Sobriety – Tanita Tikaram
  4. Hold On – Wilson Philips
  5. Don’t Dream its Over – Crowded House
  6. I keep Forgetting – Michael McDonald
  7. Just Like Heaven – Katie Melua
  8. Hold me now – Thompson Twins
  9. Black Velvet– Alanna Myles
  10. Stay – Lisa Loeb
  11. Ordinary Day – Duran Duran
  12. Don’t stop me now – Queen
  13. Holiday – Scorpians
  14. Freedom – Wham
  15. We didn’t start the fire – Billy Joel
  16. Eye in the Sky – The Alan Parsons Project
  17. Get outta my dreams get in to my car – Billy Ocean
  18. Owner of a lonely heart – Yes
  19. Wrapped – Gloria Estefan
  20. Make me loose control – Eric Carmen
  21. Man in motion – John Parr
  22. Maria – Blondie
  23. Everybody’s Changing – Keane
  24. Dancing on the ceiling – Lionel Richie
  25. I knew you were waiting – George Michael, Aretha Franklin

Chaos in English Pronunciation and Spelling

This is quite useful in a funny manner!

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Dutch writer, poet, traveler, and teacher Gerard Nolst Trenité (1870 – 1946) wrote a remarkable poem aptly titled “The Chaos”. The poem demonstrates several of the most famous (and infamous) irregularities in English spelling and pronunciation.  Trenité managed to collect about 800 of those irregularities and versified them into this chaotic, albeit amusing poem.

“The Chaos” was originally published in the appendix (Aanhangsel) section of Drop Your Foreign Accent: Engelsche Uitspraakoefeningen (4th Edition), a textbook written by Trenité in 1920. This version was shorter and only contained 146 lines. Since then, many variations have appeared. A longer and authoritative version was published in the 1993-94 edition of Journal of the Simplified Spelling Society. This version contains 274 lines:

Dearest creature in Creation,
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head…

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Random Joke #18: Drinks?

Something quite funny. 😀

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drinks

I saw this on a newsgroup many years ago:

At a high-class restaurant…

Question: What would you like to have: Fruit juice, Soda, Tea, Chocolate, Milo, or Coffee?

Answer: Tea, please.

Question: Ceylon tea, Herbal tea, Bush tea, Honey bush tea, Ice tea or green tea?

Answer: Ceylon tea.

Question: How would you like it? Black or white?

Answer: White.

Question: Milk, Whitener, or Condensed milk?

Answer: With milk.

Question: Goat milk, camel milk or cow milk?

Answer: With cow milk, please.

Question: Milk from Freeze land cow or Afrikaner cow?

Answer: Um, I’ll take it black.

Question: Would you like it with sweetener, sugar or honey?

Answer: With sugar.

Question: Beet sugar or cane sugar?

Answer: Cane sugar.

Question: White, brown or yellow sugar?

Answer: Forget about tea just give me a glass of water instead.

Question: Mineral water or still water?

Answer: Mineral water.

Question: Flavored or non-flavored?

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The Memorial Service

This is based on true events.

Jane, a late 30’s single was raking her head with late nights etc trying to finish her thesis for her Masters degree. She was invited by an elderly lady to accompany her to a particular memorial service.

Just to let you know, the elderly lady had briefly informed Jane that this deceased lady was a friend of hers from church and thaty she had met with an accident early February and passed on leaving behind her husband, and three daughters in their late teens.

Jane was so shaken to hear the details of the death of this individual and thought it was good for her to take a break from her busy schedule and accompany her elderly lady friend to this memorial service.

So Jane and her elderly lady friend enters the church; the memorial service takes place in a language Jane is not too familiar with. There are songs sung, prayers and speeches made. And Jane was so moved she started crying, initially a few drops of tears strolled down her cheeks. After a few minutes, she was overwhelmed that she started weeping – weeping, quite heavily as she was reminded that this lady had met with an accident just at the beginning of this month. Jane was a bit confused as to where the coffin was but did not want to question her companion during the service. May be they had a funeral privately, she thought to herself.

She observed the immediate family members of the deceased. They were not moved, unshaken, not a drop of tear! The daughters all stood very still and unmoved at the passing away of their mother. Jane was further overwhelmed at this sight and kept weeping rather loud, drawing the attention of others at the church service.

Upon closure of the service the deceased lady’s husband walked towards Jane and invited her to join them for some tea and refreshments in the church hall. Many strangers kept looking at Jane in a rather awkward manner and Jane’s mascara had also washed off onto her cheeks and she did look a mess.

With all the attention from all the strangers Jane was quite embarrassed and was very determined to leave immediately. She was so very heartbroken and sad at the thought that none of the individuals at the service had shed a tear but all looked very calm and poised. She thought of them to have cold hearts; especially the immediate family members – the husband and the daughters. How could they just be like this when this lady had a bad death just days ago, she thought to herself.

Whilst Jane was trying to make a quiet exist, she heard a familiar voice ” Hey, Jane whatsup?”. She was shocked to see a colleague from work approach her. Jane softly says “hi”, still cleaning up face messed up mascara. And the friend says ” Wow.. are you alright? You were weeping throughout the service. Is everything ok?” So Jane replies ” Oh yes I am fine, Just so sad to hear how she passed away after that really bad accident and no one seems to be sad, that made me so upset”. So her colleague whilst trying to comfort her asked ” are you related the deceased? How do you know Mrs. Prince?”. Jane is embarrassed but tells her colleague that she has got no clue as to who Mrs. Prince was but heard about her death at the beginning of this month and accompanied this elderly lady for this service.

To Jane’s astonishment her colleague breaks into laughter “You don’t even know this lady and you are here for the memorial. Well it’s been a year since she passed away”.

Just to let you know that Jane had never been to a memorial service before!

The End.

Live.Forever.Young

I don’t know about you but I am a huge fan of the pop music from the 80’s and this is one one those songs that will stay on with me for a long long time.

Forever Young by Alphaville.

I’ve not made any comments about the Band itself, to be honest I don’t follow them anymore. But this song has got me hooked on to it since my early teens back in the 90’s.

The lyrics of the song are wierd in a good way. Many may not connect with the lyrics but there is some truth to it.

My favourite verse:

Forever Young – Alphaville

Do check out the song. Try and listen without checking out the video. Read the lyrics too. The tune is vibrant but haunting.

25th of January 2019

So it’s the last Friday of the first month of the year

Next Friday will be a whole new month to follow

Looking back at this month I am grateful for many

Who put a smile on my face and wiped of my tears

I would not have made through this month if not for you

When its a struggle to live life like you are supposed to

Some will know what exactly I am on about

Little words of encouragement and thoughts of kindness

Were the the only gestures that have kept me going

So thank you! For seeing me through to 25th January 2019!

Turning point

Lately, I’ve been thinking just as I have before

I didn’t want to know any one besides you

I chose to walk away, it was my decision

You let me act my choice and walked away

Decades gone by and both moved on with life

How nice to still strike a little conversation

With the one I dreamed of building my life with

We were just kids started off as good friends

Helping each other with teeenage years

What a fine man you have now become

Pure in heart yet sound in mind, faithful till the end

It was my turning point in life but I won’t go there

Its true that First Cut is the deepest nostalgic as it is

We all have our firsts and our turning point!

How far more to go

This is a note a friend of mine who is in grave pain right now and I cannot be there for her in person and I know not what to tell her nor give her some hope that things were going to be ok.

How far more to go untill there is light at the end of the tunnel?

How far more to go untill things get better for you and me?

We are both in the same boat with different loads in two corners

Hoping for a ray of light, a smiling thought to subdue the pain

I cannot hold you, hug you nor be near you right now

And though miles apart I feel what you are feeling right now

Nothing I say will help to improve but I will keep trying

Just to be there for you when you’ve got no one around

Be strong my friend I’d love you anyway

Despite whatever life’s decisions comes your way

I will hold your hand and help you as I could

To help you get through with life in this world!

Cos no matter how far we go in life I will go that far with you!

The Facial

So the story goes that this woman in her late 30’s decided to get a facial afer quite some time. Rowena has been having it on her list, but since of late she has been resticted in her spending due to other family financial responsibilities.

She walks into the salon where she had made an appointment for 1730hours, she managed to pop in to her home after work for a quick refresh and got to the salon just in time.

The receptionist directs her to the beautician. Rowena is excited at the thought of this pamper for the next hour or more. So the beautician starts the stadard process of cleaning up Rowena’s face and neck and then steaming. During this time, Rowena’s little voice in her head starts becoming louder ” Hey, are you sure that your face should be steamed for so long? Should you not cough or make it known that you have been left here with the steamer in your face”. Oh well, Rowena shut the voice in her head off for a while and tried to just relax and enjoy.

After applying further more creams and cleansers etc the steamer is again shoved in her face. Now this time, the tiny voice in Rowena’s head grew incredibly loud making her sigh and irritant. Rowena tried to keep it under control. Due to a recent neck sprain the seating position where the next was resting on a chair which almost remminded her that of the dentist chair was begnning to really play socks her mind.

There was absolutely not a hum from the beauticuan as she carried on with her routine in getting this facial done for her client. Rowena, wanting to be polite simply kept quiet but wanted to know how long more untill this was all over so she could just go home.

At one point the therapy felt so good that Rowena slightly dozed off and then when awake all that was in her mind was ” I just wanna leave” It was painstaking and very loud. Her little voice in the head was no longer a little voice. It made Rowena’s arms and legs to nudge and cross and indicate all signs of irriration. “Just behave will you?, it will soon be over” she told her voice in her head whilst thinking of the song “I will survive”

Alas, after an hour and half, it was all over and the cotton was taken away from Rowena’s eyes. But the funny thing was when she opened her eyes she felt so sloppy and almost as if she was trying to wake up from sleep or snap of out from some day dreaming session.

She asked for extra tissues to just clean her eyes more and more so she could see better. It felt as if her eyes were deeply sunk in some fancy spa. Finally, it was done! Rowena was pleased that despite the torement her the little voice in her head had put her through she looked lush her skin kept screaming “Thank you”. She thanked her beautician and walked off.

Sometimes in life, the most anticiapted moments can actually become a pain; for someone who has forgotten to just unwind and chill such little luxuries can actually be tormenting.

The End-

I am not the only One!

I know I am not the only one in this world to feel the way I do

My mind is like a production house with all kinds of concepts floating

Be it baking, photography, writing or travel thoughts overloading

All the time, sometimes I just cannot seem to be sleeping.

I know I am not the only one in this world to have these thoughts

Of breaking in to a vault at a bank to discover special expensive items

Its not about stealing or anything, its just about the planning and execution

Its a harsh thought I know, but times are tough my friend.

I know I am not the only one in this world to do what I do

Wanting to show such compassion to even the most cruel being

You may call that your enemey but I’d like to do something

To see that life transformed into something splendid.

I am not the only one whose ridden with feelings, thoughts and deeds

I know there is another you out there – somehwhere

So if that is you reading this post – please leave me note

Tea with Duran Duran

If there is a place in streets of Fort, Colombo that makes me very nostalgic, I would say it is the Pagoda Tea Room at Chatham Street.

I guess it is my love towards the 80’s band Duran Duran; a great British band from Brummy.

Though I was exposed to thier music in the 80’s as a child and an early teen I was completely oblivious and ignorant to not know that the great footage from thier music video Hungry Like TheWolf was filmed mainly this is quaint tea room and surrounding streets of Fort, Colombo.

My British boss mentioned this to me back in 2010 but I did nothing to discover this place untill my husband-to-be at the time invited me here for a cuppa tea – According to Jude, the cupa tea served here along with an eclair or the infamouse pineapple gateau slice is heavenly. Few things we have in common is our sweet tooth. So, somewhere in 2012, I did actually made it to this place and I just felt so nostalgic. Hungry Like The Wolf just played in my head a million times.

To make things all the more interesting, we meet this server who as actually been working at this tea room at the time Duran Duran filmed the music video. So he said ” Ah ofcourse, I was just a young lad when Dooran Dooran was here”. So immediately we made a connection; I connected with this place so much since then.

During the years we enjoyed many lunch and tea times with just ourselves or with a friend or two never failing to tell the story of this place and at times wondered if Duran Duran would want to pay a visit here.

Time passes by and this is 2019. With my work in very close proximity to this tea house I always manage to escape and spend some time here to enjoy some snacks and bask in my nostalgic moment. Sadly, the delicious rice and curry is no longer served but as take away packs. The traditional tea has been replaced with machine made instant teas.

Tourists and locals alike make the best of this place today. I’ve even witnessed interviews and work meetings take place at the Pagoda Tea Room. I guess it has become somewhat of a cosy comfy hangout for many in the area may it be shopping, commuting or working.

Depsite the many changes that has taken place over the years, I believe as a Duran Duran fan, I will always cherish this tea room and have that strong connection for as long as I live.

To me it will always be a nostalgic memory that I have created in my head about having tea with Duran Duran whilst they prepared themselves for the music video Hungry Like The Wolf, which happens to be one of my favorite songs, espcially the rendition by David Cook champion of Americal Idol Season 7. A hint to my favourite things.

Cheers to Duran Duran!

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