All Aboard

A second is nothing. Nothing is a second. In the pragmatic mind a second accounts for nothing but one sixtieth of a minute. Hence a minute would account for one sixtieth of an hour that could destine the beginning of a new era, or the end of another. Time really is undervalued in these times! Yet every one yearns for that extra second, may it be a processor that caramelizes raw data into succulent information faster than your rival agency, or may it be a microchip that’s allows you to fire your angry-bird a nanosecond faster than your friend. We seek to be the fastest, at almost everything, heeding less to the wonders of life that can only be enjoyed at snail pace.

I have watched days flutter past my sight without even the slightest adieu, thus ordinary seconds seem a lot like nanoseconds to me. Only a calendar would remind you of the fact; making it one of the most potent destructors of self motivation. I have yearned to change myself, remarkably, and I added a deadline to it. The deadline had come and gone, and I was still nothing more or less than who I was. I planned the things that would follow. Allocated time slots for the things I would be doing, but there I was, looking back, trying to figure out at which station I missed the train. Although I missed the express train that would undoubtedly take me to my destination, I was now left with the choice of boarding the snail paced observation steam engine. A train that will make me come to my senses and end my game of hide and seek with reality, a train that will show me how to face life as it is, and not lie to myself with a thousand schedules and a million agendas. It chugs down the valley and up the hillside. Taking me down as I succeed, and up as I fail. It speaks a voice so ethereal and wise, telling me to bow down in humbleness when I succeed, and to rise up in spirit when I fail. The steam engine slowly but steadily passes the beautiful landscape, to which I would have been blinded, if I hadn’t missed the express.

I see the lush greenery depicting my childhood, the days I spent learning the trade, the trade of life. There are trees that greet me at every intersection, the teachers and mentors who instilled the values I stand for. There flows a river down by the countryside, reminding me of the plethora of friends I had, the occasional waterfall depicts the friends that stood out from that plethora. I see towns and cities awake to a new day, relishing the mere bliss of the morning, I remember the people who inspired to awaken my sleeping identity. The many stations I pass tell me of the many decisions I made, to get down or to continue. Wherever I go, I simply glance over my shoulder and I see two staggering mountains looking over me, with the same gaze that I see in the eyes of my parents.

Halfway down my journey, I hear news that the express train had long reached it’s destination and is on the verge of ending it’s return journey, ready to take another bountiful of youngsters on a colorless, monotonous and empty ride to the end.

For the first time?

Wow. I stay off my blog for so long and the first word I say, is not even a word. Yes, wow! I can't even start to fathom the amount of change that has creeped into my life. First up, relieved of school work. Now that's the true definition of relief. But the bittersweet emotion is overwhelming. Why do you have to leave?

'Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven't for a while', we're smiling but we're close to tears. I don't know what to write, this is an ultimate moment in my life. I really am short of words this once. I'm about to step into a whole new realm, realize a whole new perspective, and gear up myself for the world. But here I am, at the very beginning of it all, with nothing but hope, faith and a smile.

THE ANXIOUS DAY BEFORE, yes the anxious day before, when I finally get my results, and now that I waited this long I can't wait anymore. can somebody please hand deliver them to me right now. It's usually a huge block of ice that's stuck down my oesophagus but this time it's like a plant is taking life down there. Bloom already! All that work, all that hard work, all that juggling of work, all that time spent in the bus getting to class, all that time spent in class, all that time getting back, and it all comes down to this. I have my belief, I have Lord Buddha, I have my parents, My sisters. I just need to know.

Life is beautifully hard ain't it?

The Show Goes On...

This probably and might as well be my last post for quite a long time. This means I have to lock up emotions mighty in a dark cell in my heart and.. swallow the key! Lovely Blog, you gave me a much needed outlet for my thoughts, a store to my happiness, grief, content. You have a link straight to my heart, and that's where all your posts originate from, I rarely speak to you from my brain, It's all heart mann.

Lots of things have happened very recently, as always nah. No matter however much we try to deny it, things around us take life instantaneously, without warning trouble rises up and shadows your path, but remember the world is subjected to eternal change, it's the mind that should be kept still. Keep your mind still I say, it's an art I am yet to perfect, but I will. If the mind is still, everything else will fall in place. Right now the problem with me is that I need a bit of a push from the physique, I feel ever so weak, not at heart but in body. Blasted asthma is taking over my life. I need to hang in there.

Exams. They come and go, but i need to make this one stay. Two months to proove myself right, and the bloody critics wrong. You think I can't handle it? Why don't you try to juggle my work, I bet you wouldn't last a fucking second in my shoes. You know what world, keep throwing those stones at me, why don't you add a big fat boulder in there as well. "N-n-now that that don't kill me, Can only make me stronger" Thanks for that Kanye =P

So here I am at the pinnacle, I look down at the fall, I see all the peaks I've passed and all the rivers I've crossed, then I can see a woman down there sticking the middle up at me, haha, then there's all the crevices that I nearly fell in. I look up and I think, is there a mountain higher waiting to be spoilt with my presence. Hell Yeah!

The Show Goes On Allright!

De Ghuma Ke

So ends one of the most, or perhaps the most exciting roller-coaster of a month for me. And as it draws to close, so did the World Cup 2011. Which to me, has been the biggest cricketing event for SL, cause I was only 3 the time we lifted the '96 World Cup. Defeat comes as it may, to look beyond it but not overlook it, is the true spirit. I can't deny it. I am sad. So sad, that my perfect day had to end with neat shots of white rum, and it tasted nothing close to victory.

But a few hours before that last ball Dhoni fittingly clobbered for a six, we were in the radar of pure Sri Lankan fun. What a day it was. Went to the Intercon to watch the first innings with Gardi. Five star hotel you say? Haha. The heist bar of this 5 star hotel, looked nothing different to the Keththarama grounds. People clad in Blue and Yellow, waving the Lion flag, going crazy for every run, and going beyond crazy for every boundary. It was awesome. We kept ordering stuff, cheese toast to mojitos to hot butter cuttle fish. The party had already begun in SL.

And the man of the moment, the man who defined true Sri Lankan grit, was the reason to cheer our team forward: Mahela. You showed the world what class is all about. Every time the leather striked the sweet willow, 20 million Sri Lankans rose to their feet. The defeated Lion took charge of the pride. You knew what it was like to be defeated at the helm. And you rose to the occasion. Thank You.

The first innings sealed it for us. When Gardi, Umanga and I got into that tuk tuk, and sped away to the CH grounds, our naive minds missed the probability of things going wrong. That tuk tuk ride, was one to remember. Rampaging through the night of Colombo, waving the Lion at everybody on the road screaming "Come on Sri Lanka". And them screaming back at us. The whole of Sri Lanka was once again united. This amount of euphemism was not second to that when we won the War back in 2009.

Got to CH and met up with the rest of the gang. It was a carnival. Everybody was there. Gardi started playing the fool and everything we did, was right that night. Kay was there, Rushanka, and I made a new friend; Umanga, she is such an awesome girl. No fake accents, no nonsense, just plain damn genuine. She definitely joins the hangout now. I loved every bit of that night, except for the loss. I've never seen so many people wearing the same sad mask. I had mine too. And I'll probably wear it along with 20 million others for the rest of the week, but Life goes on. You taste defeat once, It's okay, You'll get back up. You taste defeat again, It's still okay, You'll still get back up.

To India, you were the better team on the day. It was a treat to the true cricket fan regardless of nationality, to see Yuvi and Raina leap like cougars, to see MS show the world what it means to be captain, to see Gambhir defy the odds of the crtitics, and more over to show the world that India is more than Sehwag and Tendulkar. Kohli living up to his attitude, and the best part was to see Bhajji, the ever herculian Harbhajan cry like a baby, it was all emotion. India truly deserve it, any team who slap the wits out of Australia deserve to win the Cup. So they did.

I used to remember days where the Lions would prounce at the ball, and stop every boundary and easy single. There used to be days where Chandana and Dilshan would form a near literal brick wall on the field. There used to be Mahanama and Aravinda who would resurface the sunken ship. There used to be Vaas who would swing the ball on a flat track. And an ever energetic Murali, who used to smile way more than this. But we still have all of them in our team in different avatars, it's just that when the occasion calls for them, they should rise up to it. Well done boys. De Ghuma Ke! Next time Hit it Harder!

And to my dear friend Aditi. What better Birthday could you have asked for eh? When I took that bet for an SL-Ind Final, I was certain about it, because this cup was all about the sub continent. Hope you, Wait, Know you had an awesome day. You and India deserved it. Absorb the fun behta. खुश विलम्बित जन्मदिन

When Everyone Else Doesn't.. Dad Does..

To me my father is more than a figure in my life. He is my saviour, my belief, and my motivation. The bond that we share is unfathomable. I've been through a lot of trying times recently, and the only person by my side was my father.

I love my independence, my right of thinking, and man i can take decisions. And the only person who's backing my independence is my father.

The calm, the cool, everything about him. I crash the car, he'll just smile and tell me only now can you be a good driver. He understands me best. I cannot be more grateful for anything. Love You =)

Yeah Mann!

I am at the penultimate point of my schooling career, and it's more than hard to believe it's true.

14 years I've been in one school, this school has been my everything, part of my soul, part of my integrity. A school who's student body I got the chance to head, a school that taught me spirit and heart over rules and regulation. But I'm at the very end of it, and now things are taking a wrong direction. You have a wrong person, who's totally the odd one out, in the wrong post, you get the wrong result. After 14 years, why does these last few days have to be so trying? I want my old Gateway back. It takes true "Sri Lankan" blood to run this place, and nothing else.

My heart bleeds for Gateway to revive to what it was. Spirit over Protocol. Love over Orders.

The place where teachers are more than just teachers. I am gonna miss everything from the bokkas, namely malla, gardi and the rest, my prefects, the teachers who I can trust with my life... and her. With each and every person that I'm going to miss, a little part of me will also be missing, specially the bros... and her.

This place was ours but it's time to go, please don't let the last moment be one to forget, rather let it cherish.

This video, is the musical equivalent to aspirin. This is pure medicine for depression mann. Rastafarian.

Love. Im gonna miss more than I know. But SMILE!

Coal

Dark, Demented,

Sought After,

Buried deep within one,

Below the cold exterior,

Danced by a raging fire,

Fueled by desire,

Keeping it alive

Is the coal,

The coal of hatred.

Alive and hungry,

Passionate for revenge,

Believing darkness,

Over light,

Only when the good,

Choose to rise up,

It defines,

The revolt,

The coal takes life.

___________________________________________________

Every one of us has the coal, laid beneath the cool exterior.

It takes a small spark, to ignite it, to a heat beyond imaginable,

And the heat is released, in ways that cannot be fathomed.

We'll use up the coal, as time passes, and each time it burns with passion,

the steam would hold proof. I must learn to overcome the emotion and burn

away all the coal left in me. I am better than this, Way better than this, I know it. Do you?

We had a total garden makeover today, and in the process I found a leather ball i lost when I was just 10 years old. One that Sajee had given me. It bought back so many memories. It speaks out for my cricketing career, started off with passion, but now the thread on the ball have been frayed and the leather cracked. But, I bowled a few deliveries, and wow! Everything landed on line, and the length perfect. I bowled a few beauties with it. I haven't been able to bowl like this for the past few months, I've rediscovered the steaming fast, aggressive me. Yorker after yorker. But a few overs and the ball gave away, with it alot of memories did too. And revealed the ball of coal inside. The dark coal. This image and recent events in life inspired this post.