26 April 2014

'Life is just a moment in a universe where everything that grows will inevitably die.' dD

Faith by dD.

14th April, 2014, Lord Murugan Temple, Kattaragama, Sri Lanka.
We’re born to die.
As dD travels more, dD accepts the beauty of life – the fact we all die.  
Live the life you have well, no one lives forever. There are no television replays; no third umpires, its just this one and that’s it.
“When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.” Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali.

Right back at you Rabindranath.

16 April 2014

Languages and religions usually bring ruin to a country.

The concept of the three languages uniting under one Mother ஸ்ரீ ලංකා is one I firmly advocate and believe in.

The irony is that it is the same three languages that have resulted in a divided ‘Mother ஸ்ரீ ලංකාSri Lanka. The English speak English, The Italians Italian, and the French speak French etc etc,…

Thai's? They speak Thai.

In Greece, the Greeks speak Greek.

Any country that has more than one language - Shambles.

Languages and religions usually bring ruin to a country.

The west are fast finding this fact out due to their democracies having open migration to these countries. 

They have realised it too, this is why their laws have got tougher to migrate to those countries. I.e. USA and UK.

A one language policy, unites a country. 

15 April 2014

Happy New Year Everyone!

Dear Family & Friends
Best wishes for a fabulous New Year!
dD has arrived in Pelawatte after an eventful pilgrimage. Not withstanding the bus ride and realisation of how Sri Lankans do not know about personal space or deodorant. Or for that matter, striking up a conversation with a total stranger in public transport and asking about his most personal details! It was truly wonderful that dD found this entire experience well, wonderful!
dD was also able to witness many ‘news’. The most wonderful being the gold jewellery offered to God Kataragama by King Dutugemunu!
dD was at the Kiri Vehera just fifteen minutes before the milk frothed from the Dagaba top. Yes, seriously.
dD saw elephants in ball gowns and dervish dancers.
Monkeys and real people just sitting together and just ‘being’.
“When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.” Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali.
Yes dD hears you Rabindranath.
Happy New Year Everyone!
Siri Lanka is truly a paradise isle. Lets keep it that way please.

PS: Unilever and other manufacturers of deodorant in Siri Lanka, you unfortunately are not doing a very good job of marketing your said deodorants. As a former advertising person, dD gathered interesting ‘market insights’. Said insights can be shared with those who ask nicely. Absolut Vodka as an accompaniment will be considered nice, very nice.

8 April 2014

Londons Calling - No really the real one

Londons Calling
The Jew boys from Mill Hill and Elstree
The ones who everyone laughed at in school
The same ones you now work for
The Indian down the high street hires the buxom blonde from Manchester
You know he’s going to finger her in the back alley

But he gives her the occasional tenner for a pint and dinner
And ignores the skunk weed she hides in his restaurant bin in the back alley
The Manchester girl’s friend, the Moroccan drug dealer has put to work for the johnnies
And free hand jobs for the filth
The Chinese won’t hire you; they only hire the Chinese who arrive by boat
The red head from Yorkshire quit London Met as she found escorting lucrative enough to stop the need for higher education
The thirteen-year-old boys from the projects blood the eleven-year girls behind the bins
The same boys who ride down the high street on low rider bikes
Demanding, pilfering from corner shops and grabbing a busy commuters iPhone
The boys and girls from Canary Wharf on the Jubilee Line Train
On Cocaine at six in the morning, either heading home or going to work in the bank
The Arab women in Louis Vuitton Hijabs, Armani jeans underneath, Jimmy Choo shoes and Channel handbag
Old Arab men in marquee cars driving their Russian escorts to their holiday homes in West Hampstead
Americans, Japanese and German tourists, all confused and lost
They’re wondered into a bad part of Old Street, where the African refugees live
The fear, the hatred, all-spilling on to the street, simmering

Summers coming to London, its beautiful.