When I try to
forget you
From the grayed tangles
left between the teeth of a comb
from a waft of faint perfume
sitting light on the late autumn breeze
from the tender hum
of an old tune
You appear
And whisper in my ear
“ I am trying to forget you too”
30 August 2010
28 August 2010
The week was .....
Oh my goat
The protest over the sacrifice of animals at a kovil did not , for some reason , hit right through to me. The images of goats and chicken being lined up in hundreds, for sacrifice on the temple court yard , were forwarded to my inbox . And the saffron robes and placards condemning the act have apparently gathered up the along lane adjoining the temple..
These images , triggered another , from some time ago , to play in my head . An image of dark young men , bare bodied waist up, standing in a column at police park , for the initial screening to join the Army . Two weeks of basic training and off they went directly to the trenches in the north . At a time when the battle strategy was to send more boys than they could shoot down, most of them probably did not last the first 6 months unscathed.
Funny I do not seem to remember any protesters in the vicinity.
The Miss?...
Saw the short video of the Island’s participant answering three questions as a promo for the “beauty” spectacle.. Obviously shaken, and uncomfortable with the language she was using she looked to put on a brave face while she tries to take on the world .
Below the moving picture , the comments ran long.
Some agitated , some finding it amusing and some carving words prompting from their view through patriotism tinted glasses.
I am with stirred sentiment alright , but not very definite whether to smile or cry.
Since the things have settled
He was a self proclaimed refugee. Who claimed to have paid 2.5 million to travel the ocean in a fishing boat to some forgotten shore in south china and crossed the border over land. Who’s earlier story of a family and a grown up daughter back at home some how effected our emotions when he announced couple months after that he has married the pretty lass who used to accompany him and who was introduced as a cousin. He was our beloved Sri Lankan food man . Who could cook up most home land specialties that our homesick hearts craved . And delivered to our doorstep with Sri Lankan punctuality .
Monday he called to say , he is going back home . “Now that the things have settled “, he said.
Through the mixed emotions filling up my heart , I could hear
” it must have been good , but it’s over now “
a line from a forgotten song play in my head over and over.
The protest over the sacrifice of animals at a kovil did not , for some reason , hit right through to me. The images of goats and chicken being lined up in hundreds, for sacrifice on the temple court yard , were forwarded to my inbox . And the saffron robes and placards condemning the act have apparently gathered up the along lane adjoining the temple..
These images , triggered another , from some time ago , to play in my head . An image of dark young men , bare bodied waist up, standing in a column at police park , for the initial screening to join the Army . Two weeks of basic training and off they went directly to the trenches in the north . At a time when the battle strategy was to send more boys than they could shoot down, most of them probably did not last the first 6 months unscathed.
Funny I do not seem to remember any protesters in the vicinity.
The Miss?...
Saw the short video of the Island’s participant answering three questions as a promo for the “beauty” spectacle.. Obviously shaken, and uncomfortable with the language she was using she looked to put on a brave face while she tries to take on the world .
Below the moving picture , the comments ran long.
Some agitated , some finding it amusing and some carving words prompting from their view through patriotism tinted glasses.
I am with stirred sentiment alright , but not very definite whether to smile or cry.
Since the things have settled
He was a self proclaimed refugee. Who claimed to have paid 2.5 million to travel the ocean in a fishing boat to some forgotten shore in south china and crossed the border over land. Who’s earlier story of a family and a grown up daughter back at home some how effected our emotions when he announced couple months after that he has married the pretty lass who used to accompany him and who was introduced as a cousin. He was our beloved Sri Lankan food man . Who could cook up most home land specialties that our homesick hearts craved . And delivered to our doorstep with Sri Lankan punctuality .
Monday he called to say , he is going back home . “Now that the things have settled “, he said.
Through the mixed emotions filling up my heart , I could hear
” it must have been good , but it’s over now “
a line from a forgotten song play in my head over and over.
24 August 2010
22 August 2010
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