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.

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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-

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!

Book Review : Meltdown

I enjoy reading all kinds and types of books from history to science fiction to fantasy, even documentary types. The Authors I enjoy vary from Stephen King, Arthur C. Clarke, Ben Elton to John Grisham.

Meltdown by Ben Elton really is a great read. It is a page turner with lots of humour, wit and ofcourse realtity.

I just finished reading it a few weeks ago and found it to be very timely, entertaining and obviously an eye opener. Going through a slightly similar situation faced by lead role Jimmy, about his unwise financial choices made such a big impact on the general wellbieng of himself and mostly his family of wife and 03 children.

The book is a great read  for those who want to relax end of the day with a good read with lots of serious and practical stuff in it. Seriously, you must give it a try as it was very entertaining and enjoyable to to core. I love the fact that it is sometimes subtle and otherwise very direct with plenty of sarcasm, the practical life of a married man with kids and a wife and all that jazz following his misfortunes. The sense of creativity that goes on his mind and his wife’s along with the ‘circle of friends’ that he grew up with.
It is hillarious at some points and some places I did have a tear or two.

So with all the ecnonomic crunch that most of us are experiencing, this is a great read to start of your 2019! Happy Reading!

Imagine no democracy!

What is this country turning out into? Planet of the Apes!

Party hopping Politicians are too few to count these days!
Money has become their god, so there is no conscious of doing the right thing. It’s all about the money.. money… money…

Corruption and malpractices in the Governance of a country only leads to one thing and one thing alone.. Killing its own people. The people who placed their trust and voted the “suitable” folk in to power to make the change, action justice and develop the nation.

it is pathetic and humilating to see ourselves on the map for something like this!

In a few years time, a general knowledge question would pop up in a quiz

Question : “What is the Country that had 02 Prime Ministers at the same time?”
Answer : “Sri Lanka”

Photograph : Prexel

 

Weekend Drama

So with the ongoing drama in my personal life, the country I live in just knows how to add a little bit more spice.

On Friday night, I was home alone watching a movie and then comes in a text message on my phone – a news alert to which I have subscribed.

The message reads that the former president of my country has been appointed as the new Prime Minister by the President himself!

I could not believe my eyes! but then again this nation has got free publicity for all kinds of wierd matters since of late so this was just another piece of those wierd news!

Well, today it has been made official and the new prime minister has taken office. Apparently to constitution allows the Presi to overthrow the current Prime and select a new one; especially an ex Presi – the one who has caused alot of drama at the time he was Presi!

I am not worried but deeply concerned about where this country is heading. The children will have to learn about this day in thier history lesssons.

Corruption and bribery is on the rise and I do hope that we dont end up in bribing people to get food on our tables.

Now, I honestly do not care what goes on this country!

There is no democracy nor justice anywhere these days! Time to call upon team justiceleague!

 

 

“If I” Vs “I will”

There have been many instances where I have used the word “if” when speaking of lifes moments and regrets. Everyone has regrets in life. That’s what makes human is it not?

So I have decided that I would not use ‘if’ anymore and instead use ‘ I will’

I will learn to swim – yes to many this may be a way of life, but call me crazy being an islander I could not still tread deep waters for too long.

I will write my book –  this has been a deep passion in my heart wanting to tell my story to the world, a form of a testament to my existence. I haven’t yet decided whether I should combine fiction into it

I will fly in to Space – my childhood dream of being an astronaut, a distant dream as I grow older and realize I need to be an American to join NASA!

I will open up the little cafe / studio –  I fancied myself being a waitress (sounds silly to many) but what I find it comforting, almost soul food to be able to serve someone breakfast and coffee and just say good morning and how are you?

I will own those plots of land wherever my heart desires to have small getaways for friends and strangers alike –  where they would find rest and inspiration. A place of serenity.

I will!

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Feet with big dreams

Photograph : RosheYFotografie

Talking Tornado

Photograph : www.dakotafarmer.com

So this is going to sound a bit wierd but something I dreamt recently. Enjoy!

I was at some location with family and some known and unknown faces.  A house or something of that sort.

We have been given an extreme weather warning alert –  A Tornado warning.

Well this is very unusual for someone in my country and for sure I have not witnessed one in my country todate.

The family and few others gather around and look at a map to and draws up a particular route stating that it was the route shared in the news on the tele; the anticipated path of the tornado. (I do not even know if its possible to do that)

We all agree and come into agreement that we do not have to ecvacuate as informed on the tele as it would not come near us.

We wait. Others in hiding. I am out in the open and lo and behold! there it appears. The dark brown tunnel going up into the sky. It did look slim and for me I was just standing there admiring it. I could not move nor take my eyes off it.

Though it was anticipated that it would not cross our path; it does. Not destroying us but almost just brushing the property where we all were. By this time, the others all realizing the grave danger ahead had gone in to places for cover. But I am here out there, all by myself admriing this magnificent thing!

Then something strange unfolds before me. Whilst the tornado is still, a handome man appears and tells me ” Don’t worry! I changed my route and will not destroy you or the people here!” And I respond ” Aw! thank you!” and I think I was blushing. (yes, I know this sounds ridiculous)
And as I gaze at him, the man as he gets back in the tornado and leaves.

All this while our phones were jammed and no one couldnt make any calls or send texts. I know I had my phone and was probably taking photos or videos. But, not this particular part of the event!

Suddenly, there is calm and all in hiding comes out and asks me if I was insane to be standing there. All thier phones starts ringing and mine starts getting a lot of missed call alerts and sms’s etc. And then a message  from the tornado ” Hey I am passing the car park now. You should come over here and move your car!”

So this is my ridiculous tale of a talking tornado!

 

 

Cartoonified – Felonius Gru

So, this is to my imagination of actual human beings who suddenly transform into cartoon characters. (not necessarily just human, but animals.. trees etc)

It’s not just that they remind me of cartoons, but I imagine what they would be like in the cartoon world.. how they would look, what they’d wear and how they’d talk, smile or frown. And then there are times when I see cartoon characters’ names in real life; and it is quite amusing to see how they resemble their fellow cartoon character with the same name. (I am so tempted to quote a name here but I will refrain from doing so) 

So recently, I’ve been grouping some characters together and making them a family. It’s quite fun what goes on in my head.

For example, I now have in my list three men whom I feel resembles Felonius Gru. I would have loved to mention their names, but I cannot.  One from work, one from a mutual group of friends and the other a musician.

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image : kca.mundonick.com

The musician, a good friend of mine, he has much longer hair than Gru and has such an innocent face of that of a pet hamster. Trust me, he has been in existence long before Gru was ever thought of. Now that people know Gru, I believe that my musician friend could be mistaken with Felonuis Gru with much longer hair if he were to be seen walking in the dark; his silhouette unmistakably Gru.

The one from work, I barely know him personally. But from the very first day I noticed him, he just reminded me of Gru. This one’s hair-line is perfect with that of Gru’s, and does a lot of hang gestures when speaking and paces across the room like a really stressed out character, when the other he is speaking with is as calm as a cucumber. So you can imagine what tales generate in my mind.

And finally, the last of the Gru’s is the mutual friend– now he is always looking worried. Even before the problem is thought of he is looking worried, sounding worried but all the form and posture of Gru.

I must say that none of the above humans look evil in any way. They all look innocent, but their posture, physical and personality attributes reminds me of good ol’ Gru.

Bird’s-eye View

 

Hey you creatures! we were there before you

And look at you now just ruling in rage over us

Less clean water, barely a good catch for us

no thanks humans! a pollutant I call you

 

My view is fine from right where I am

Gathering some Intel with a bird’s-eye view

Little do they know we are watching them

Chief Intelligence Officer, that’s who I am

 

Mental notes I make of all your vices

Draw them up in boardroom we gather

Earth will not be destroyed of your vices

We will retaliate against you together

 

 

Songs in a Poem -1

Dancing in the moonlight to your Bitter Sweet symphony it Takes my breath away

It must have been love but I was hanging by a moment thinking of the Shape of my heart

I was Waiting for a star to fall in those Electric dreams with your Hungry eyes

Boys of Summer Don’t dream it’s over Wrapped in Brilliant Disguise

Time after time I’ve been Dreaming of you tonight singing Take me home tonight

Sweet child of mine Your body is a wonderland – Paradise

But you’ve kept me Free fallin saying Nothing’s gonna stop us now

Wherever you will go I’ll be the one Mr. Brightside Take on me

Always on my mind Jump Scream With or Without you Angels

Dancing on the ceiling with November Rain aint it Joy ride

Where the stars go blue When you say nothing at all Say my name

I wanna wake up with you with Drops of Jupiter and Careless Whispers

Say you say me Just the two of us All night long Jammin Always

Don’t stop believing in Livin on a prayer we can Rule the World

Do that to me one more time Sail Away to Funky town Please don’t go

Please forgive me Like a virgin Lady Pour some sugar on me

Love is a battlefield Wake me up before you go Man on motion

How will I know All my Life that We didn’t start the fire – Don’t speak

Black or White Wonder wall You need to know I can’t stop this feeling anymore

Staying Alive I will survive Superstition Billie Jean Just like heaven

Save a prayer when I need you Jess You can’t touch this Bette Davis eyes

Every rose has it’s thorn Michelle, I shot the sheriff 99 Red balloons

Don’t you want me Born in the U.S.A Owner of a lonely heart

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!

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