මනුස්සකම තවමත් ජීවමානයි !

පාරෙ යනකොට දැක්කා කව්රුහරි ලයිට් කණුවේ එල්ලපු පොඩි කඩදාසි කෑල්ලක්. ඒ කඩදාසි කෑල්ල හුලඟට ඒ මේ අතට වැනි වැනී තිබුණා. මොනවද මේකෙ ලියලා තියෙන්නෙ ? මම ඒ දෙසට පොඩ්ඩක් එබිකම් කරලා බැලුවා.

" මගෙ රු 50 /= ක් නැති වුණා.කාගෙ හරි අතට අහුවුණොත් මේ ලිපිනයට ගෙනත් දෙන්න.මට හරියට ඇස් පේන්නෑ."

මොනවද කරන්නෙ දැන්?

මේක එයාගෙ ඇඩ්රස් එකත් තියෙනවා. හ්ම්! අර ඉන්නෙ...
අංකල්! මේ ලිපිනය කොහෙද තියෙන්නෙ කියලා පොඩ්ඩක් කියනවද?

ආා... මේ ආච්චි අම්මද? පොඩ්ඩක් ඉස්සරහට ගියපුහාම පරණ ගෙයක් තියෙනවා . මේ ආච්චි අම්මා ඒ ගෙදර තමා ඉන්නෙ .හැබැයි එයාට ඇස් පේන්නෑ.

මොකද්ද කාරණේ?

නෑ මේ නිකං එයාව හම්බෙන්න කියලා .

හ්ම්...

තෑන්ක්‍ යූ අංකල්!

හ්ම්... මේක වෙන්න ඇති තැන.ගරා වැටිච්ච පරණ ගෙයක් නෙ. වැස්සකට වත් ඔරොත්තුදෙන එකක් නෑ.

බව්..! බව්.. ! බව්..!

කව්ද ඔය ? එන්න ඇතුලට. බය වෙන්නෙපා ඌව බැඳලා තියෙන්නෙ. ටොමියො කට වහපං . ගෙදරට එන අය ව බය කරන් නැතිව .

(හීන් කට හඬක් ! යාන්තමට වගේ මට ඇහුණා.)

ඇති යාන්තම් බේරුණා ටොමියගෙන් . යමු ඇතුලට...

ඇස් ඇතුලට එබිච්ච , දිරාපත් වූ මළ කඳකට වැරහැල්ලක් අන්දවා පරණ ඇඳක් උඩ වාඩි කෙරෙව්වා සේ දෑස් නොපෙනෙන ඒ ආච්චි අම්මා කාඩ්බෝඩ් කෑල්ලකින් හුළං ගහගෙන හිටියා .

ආච්චි අම්මෙ ! කව්ද පුතා ඔයා? නෑ ආච්චි මම මේ පැත්තෙ ඇවිදන් යන කොට රු 50/= ක් බිම තිබිලා ඇහිඳ ගත්තා . ඒක ඔයාට දීල යන්න කියලයි ආවේ.

(මගේ කතාව අහපු ආච්චි අම්මා අඬන්න පටන් ගත්තා.)

පුතේ ! දවස් දෙකක් තිස්සෙ දහ පහළොස් දෙනෙක් විතර ඇවිත් මගේ රුපියල් 50 බිම වැටිල තිබිලා ඇහිඳ ගත්තා කියලා දීල යනවා. ඒ ලියුම මම ලිව්වෙ නෑ පුතේ .මම ලියන්න කියවන්න දන්නෑ පුතේ.

(කියා ඇය නැවතත් කඳුළු සැලුවාය)

කමක් නෑ ආච්චි මේක ඔයා තියාගන්න .එහෙම කියලා මම නැවත හැරිලා ආපහු මගෙ ගමන යන්න සූදානම් වන කොට ...

පුතේ ! ඔයා යන කොට අර ලයිට් කණුවෙ එල්ලල තියන කඩදාසි කෑල්ල ඉරල යන්න පුතේ අමතක නොකර හොඳේ .

හ්ම්!.. හොඳයි ආච්චි කියා මම එතැනින් සමු ගත්තා.

මගේ හිතේ දහසකුත් දේ මැවෙන්න පටන් ගත්තා...

කව්ද ඒ ලියුම ලියන්න ඇත්තෙ? ඒ ලියුම ඉරල දමන්න කියලා ඇය ව බලන්න එන හැමෝටම කියනවා ඇති. 

නමුත් කවුරුත් ඒක ඉරා දමලා නෑ. කාත් කවුරුත් නැතිව අනාථ වෙලා ඉන්න මේ ආච්චිට කඩදාසි කෑල්ලකින් උපකාර කළ පුද්ගලයාට සිතින් ස්තුති වන්ත වෙමින් උදව් කිරීමට සිතක් තිබේ නම් එය ඉටුකිරීමට දහසකුත් මග තිබෙනවා නොවේද යන්නෙන් කල්පනාවෙන් ඉදිරියට ඇදුනෙමි...

" අය්යෙ මේ ඇඩ්රස් එක කොහෙද තියෙන්නෙ ? "

යන හඬින් මගේ සිතේ පෑයූ සියලු සිතුවිල්ලක් ම සුන් වී ගියේය .

නෑ මේ බිම වැටිල තිබිල රුපියල් 50 ක් ඇහින්දා. මේක ඒ අම්මට දෙන්න ඕනෙ . මට පොඩ්ඩක් පාර කියනවද එහෙට යන්න ?

මනුස්සකම තවමත් ජීවමානයි!!

From the Facebook.

වත්පොත සමාජසත්කාරය !

කව්ද මේ කොමිස් ඉල්ලපු කෙනා ?

Now everyone is trying to take credit by claiming " මම බලන්න ගියා, මම තමයි ආරාධනා කලේ " in a very sad situation in Sri Lanka. 

But no one is asking " කව්ද මේ කොමිස් ඉල්ලපු කෙනා හොයන්න කියලා ". 

Why ?

Let's hear from those so-called champions who had been try to take credit in this Saga, කව්ද මේ කොමිස් ඉල්ලපු කෙනා හොයන්න කියලා !

We Are No Better Than Them !

We are no better that the " Looters " and the " NATO " boys.

First we send " Looters " to the legislature to represent us.

Then they start plundering and ruling than representing us.

What we do is act like " NATO " boys.

When the next opportunity comes along, we follow the same ritual, like what we had been doing for the last six decades or so.

Let’s get out of this rut and take responsibility for our failures than pointing finger at another real or imaginary.

Remember, “ Improvement beginnings with I ”.

Stop depending on " Looters " to extricate us from this quagmire and act wisely than being another " NATO " boy.

Time is running out guys. ☺

Why have they been dubbed as Battles (සංග්‍රාම​) ?

We are slowly in the Big Match Fever time.

And most of those encounters are dubbed as “Battle of the Golds”, battle of many others colours, Blues, Maroons, Greens etc to name a few.

Why have they  been dubbed as Battles (සංග්‍රාම​) ?

Is it because that after all these events, it is there a very possibility of breaking out flights between two opponents and sometimes ending up in fatalities too?

I think it is time to think differently.

Getting out of this Slave mentality will be the first step towards true development.

Let’s not call them battles anymore.

Think of some other words to describe them.

Those meetings I believe should be used to renew old ties, meet new friends, breaking walls and making new bridges, but surely not for bloodletting after all.

So, what should we call them ?

Can Success be Replicated?

Often, we get to read biographies of many successful people all over the World.

Those stories sell and that is why publishers go looking for them.

But if taken percentage-wise, such successes are even less than 1%, compared to the world population.

Those who read such inspiring stories pick up a clue or two and try to apply in their own life but with very little success or none at all.

Can success be replicated?

Failures are galore and they can be seen everywhere.

Can failures be avoided?

But, if publishers are keen even finding stories which are of total failures, the trend of 1% versus 99% can be changed.

Because, some others have already made those mistakes in their own lives; so the rest do not have to, being well aware of the pitfalls on the way.

Although the odds are less on the side of being successful, the chance of success and or failure has the equal opportunity.

Let's Put Those Sleeping Giants to Work in 2018

Can’t we celebrate the New Year without indulging in setting fire to our very own and hard earned money?

Counting down and then lighting up enormous amounts of money on fire for a few seconds of euphoric fix is a foolish thing.

Partly the media are responsible for people indulge in this kind of irresponsible behaviour.

Ads make sense money-wise and so they want their coffers to be full.

This is where the religious established can play a major role in educating people and also in encouraging them to channel their money and energy for a useful purpose.

Temple and church bells were established to communicate and interact with the masses during good and bad times in yester years.

Let’s put those sleeping giants to good use now instead of letting fools setting fire to money.

Compare the pealing of thousands and more bells to sounds of firecrackers and which one sounds better and more appealing.

Let’s see who will take the lead role now.

Temple, Church, Kovil or Musjeed.

Or all of them as one in 2018.

And Then We Want The World To Be A Better Place

We all take our kids on our marketing trips.

Put them on a trolley cart and act as we are on a race track.

Hit an old lady from behind in the aisle, then whisk pass cursing her and without even an apology.

Stop near the “ Fruits and Nuts “ section and throw a few of them in your mouth before stuffing a few more in his / her mouth.

Sure enough the toddler can’t read the notice posted there.

“ Eating is not allowed ”

But he / she was just happy for the freebies, Papa / Mama has stuffed in his / her mouth.



One day we go to see his / her choir practice session and find him / her standing inconspicuous in the very last row.

What happened?

We ask him / her while heading home.

Teacher says I am too tall to be in the first row.

Next day the child is send off to practice with a few cookie jars in a nice reusable bag that we have brought in on our last overseas holiday.

“ Don’t forget to give it only to the teacher’s hand ”.

Pick up time in the evening and when you reached there, the training session is still on.

Amazingly, our tall kid has now found place in the front row suddenly.

Heading home, he / she was jabbering happily.

Teacher asked from where we got those.

USA.

Wow !

Now the kid got a reserved place in the front from there on.

Oh ! what a few foreign cookies can do someone's self esteem  ?



Then comes the time for proper schooling.

We prepare our kids for the most dreaded school admission interview.

So a mock interview was set up at home.

Pretending you are the Principle of the school we ask “Where do you stay” ?

The kid is happy to say the only and truthful answer he / she ever know.

But we are happy to interrupt and say “Oh no ! don’t say that”

“ Say you are from Thimbirigasyaya ”

The kid protests with a pleading eyes “ But I don’t know where is that place ”, " We are from Moratuwa ".

We say “ Don’t worry about it, it is all taken care already and just say Thimbirigasyaya only ".

He nods but utterly confused.



He / she goes to play sports and one day we find him / her sitting on the bench watching others practice.

Now we know the answer to that dilemma.

Next practice session he / she goes with a much heavier bag.

And on the matches’ day you will see someone else’s kid is on the bench, watching haplessly.

The we go home and cerebrate.

හිලරි සමග නැගිටිමු !

ඇ මිස්ටර් සිල්වා, ඔය ඇමරිකාව පැත්තෙත් සමුපකාර එහෙම තියෙනවද?

මොකද නැත්තේ මිස්ටර් පෙරේරා, මෙහේ තියන ඔය හැම එකක්ම එහෙත් තියෙනවා මීට වඩා ජයට,

අනේ එහෙනම් කමක් නැහැ මිස්ටර් සිල්වා,

මොකද මිස්ටර් පෙරේරා එහෙම කිව්වේ?

නැහැ මම හිතුවේ ඔය ඉල්ලන ඉල්ලන එක පරදින හිලරී නොනාටත් ඉතින් එහෙම එකකින්වත් ට්‍රයි එකක් දාල බලන්න පුලුවන්නේ මිස්ටර් සිල්වා.

Safety First - Whom Are You Fooling ?

After years of neglect, it is a welcoming sight to see the efforts are taken to relay the Katubedda – Piliyandala road.

Traffic has come to snail pace and lots of inconveniences to commuters and many have to re-adjust their schedules due to the unpredictable nature of the traffic density and the speed it flows during peaks.

One thing baffles me, every time when I travel on this stretch of road it this.

The work site has a big board proclaiming  “Safety is First”.

To go alone with the slogan perhaps, most of the workers who are involved in relaying the surface have been given a glow-vest and a hardhat.

But sadly, they all work either barefoot and or with an old pair of rubber slippers.

The workers would have been better off, if they have been given a pair of gloves, safety shoes and a proper face mask, instead of hardhats or glove vests.

Many Overseers and even Engineers there are playing Blind eye to this blatant violation.

Over to you, if any RDA guys are reading.

Pada Yathra & You Do the Maths

Pada Yathra (the protest march) and the costs associated with it.

Social media are reporting different numbers and some are obviously exaggerated.

Assuming that 100,000 people have attended the march, here are the costs and you do the math later.

If every person’s Man-hour worth is LKR 100 per hour, they have spent nearly six hours daily and for almost a good week walking.

I leave it to you to do the math and that was what the country lost in terms of GDP.

The creation of traffic jams led to vehicles burning more gas than usual.

The public who commuted on those have lost valuable time as well.

We again lost in terms of GDP and our Forex will be strained because we need to import more gas from aboard.

The members of OPEC are the beneficiary.

Vehicles will have excessive wear and tear and we are a country that does not produce any car parts.

Again the hard earned currency will flow away to another country, thanks to this stupid march.

The only local product that was benefited on this foolish march was the locally produced Hooch industry.

This will invariably add more costs to the health sector a few years down the line.

I leave it to you to do the maths.

Then you can understand who won and who lost in this march.