Saturday, August 23, 2008

a wandering mind...

the view from the new office is awesome..

it does get bored at times, as the work is almost nothing..
in camparison..

it makes me think lots..

think in directions that I never knew that my mind could..

and look at people walking.. biking.. enjoying the hot summer days..

thousands of cars on the bridge.. how much gas, us people burn.
why not take public transport.

august is my public transport month..
not that I was able to stick to it throughout..

Olympics.. you distract me in the morning..
and make me miss the bus..

Saturday, August 9, 2008

They tried to make me go to rehab...

i said No.. No.. No..

this was a bit different from rehab, but worse I'd say..

does this occur to everyone else or just me, that especially in sri lankan society, once you are done school, you go to college/university.. once you graduate, the infamous questions that you are being asked is not about your accomplishments .. but..

when are you getting married!?!?!?!

especially the older generation.. amongst them would be the gossipy aunties.. mother gets influenced by the aunties, and father by the mother.. if there's a wee bit of a quieter moment in an expensive phone call from sri lanka to this side.. the first question that'd pop outa the rents would be.. ahh so now you should get married.. that would be the next 'thing' to do.

so who creates these 'things' for you, or who decides them. Is it something only for the fairer sex in sri lanka.. or would it be the same across the board..

I usually take it as a joke, and think it must be just a passing cloud for that week.. but it gets annoying after sometime, and makes me cut the conversations short to the bare minimum.. and the last words that I'd utter would be.. "please leave me alone, and let me do MY 'thing' mother".

Daddy fell into the pond

A poem I still remember from the elocution days back in the day.. when I made every excuse not to go to class..

Daddy Fell into the Pond.

Everyone grumbled.

The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,


Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera,
quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed."

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft
And is sounded as if the old drake laughed.

O, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond

Daddy fell into the pond!

-Alfred Noyes