The Coconut Tree

There is an old coconut tree in front of my grandfather’s home at Kaluthara ( Coastal city in Sri Lanka) . The tree was there for generations. I still can remember my grandfather looking at this tree from his nearby workshop. He was a carpenter. He chop, cut, shape timber into to beautiful wooden furniture’s and objects. He was a man with principals. He made his living by offering these beautiful furniture’s to daughters of rich fathers in our village. Who often had to buy these expensive furniture’s as dowry.  Sometime my grandfather offered his service free of charge to someone who can’t afford dowry. He said at the end only goodness remain. I remember the way he firmly declined the idea of cutting that huge count tree several times even to lucrative deals. For generations I couldn’t understand him.

It isn’t only me had this issue. My father was the first one to make argument to his father.

My father argued saying that coconut tree isn’t valuable as it used to be now, which gives little coconuts and also the threat to home in case of tropical windy monsoon. But grandfather steady as coconut tree never hesitate to change stance.

It took monsoon to realize the true meaning of that silent giant.

Somewhere in early nineties, during early monsoon, when rain nonchalantly hitting the roof making scathing noise, when I was just five, my father was thirty five and my grandfather was sixty five, three of us sit in a row next to each other in an old floor watching rain coming down. I fascinated looking at earth bugs appearing amid wet mist and our pet dog try to catch them. I saw my father and his father looking at coconut tree. It wag to the blowing wind but never breaks. Tenacity of that giant tree kept insisting blowing force of monsoon that it is still young to break. Stubborn to gives it up for whatever reason.

I went my grandfather’s home recently after sometime. It wasn’t the older place used to be twenty three years ago. New veranda, large rooms and whole floors are tiled with resplendent attraction to call a modern home. I find it pleasant and noticed that the floor three generations of sons used to sit is still there with tiles on it.

It start again. The monsoon. Unlike the older days it comes late this time.

I sit on the tiled floor. I recall two men who sit next to me. Both are gone now. But someone else still out there fighting for life. Taking rusty blows of monsoon wind. The true mark of champion is hesitate to give up just like this old coconut tree. It keep feeding fresh energy for life.

I sit on the floor, looked at tiny rain drops. I see shadow of mine next to me. It looks exactly like my father. I know that tree still there and the reason for my grandfather and father to respect it .

It takes time to read little things and connect them to your life, real trump of living is to find this connection.

Still coconut tree wag like good old days, but it never breaks.


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Firstly, it’s been a year for this blog.

I spent a year. It seems long way away now.  I missed couple of moths without any posts. I need to re -look at my writing on what I have done in past year, What I could have done better and may be to find aspiration to upheaval my writing to next level. From my past year my ability to share stories seems grown up with time. Twenty years down the time I used to  collect  stories as a child , now same habit keep fascinating me to embrace experience of people and their perspective of story.

Secondly, it’s been a long time proper post published in rice & curry other than heading to my belly twice or thrice a day. Well, I don’t think this post either would be “proper” recipe to Rice & Curry, but I see this as an appetizer for upcoming delight.

Thirdly, one of my colleges praise me on how my stories connect to them. It’ is such a whelming feedback for me.  My love to see different perspective on simple yet complex things seems not only energize me , but also it touches emotions  to be better and better day by day to my friends seems fascinating.


Let’s look at my past year.

My first post Dian Gomes was first published on 3rd July 2013, exactly day after Sri Lanka beaten India after long time.  It looks like the first genuine step I took to gather my thoughts and share. Then  In July,  I wrote seven posts.   Believing Worms, Sometime you win, sometime you lose, sometime it rain, The Best Things in Life, When life knocks you down roll over and look for the stars, Deer Park Girithale, Don’t mess up with rice & curry. Most of these post were recalling my perspective on things happen around me.

In august, I wrote two posts. One is about girl I met in train The Mermaids and the other Inviting Old Friend for a Drink. From both posts I get enjoyable feedback to my second post “inviting old friend for a drink” which woven around my childhood memories was indeed fun to write and share.

I try to translate Sinhala novel chapter to English for the first time in September, purely to the fascination I had after reading “Atha Atha Nara”, which is one of the best I have read in Sinhalaese for past couple of years. Apart from  that , I also wrote very special post about me A Fathers Love

In October I published three posts. Friday, Time of My Life, Path of Happiness all of them seems looking into different perspective of life.

Fear is a Sleeping Giant, Number Game of Success are the two posts I publish on November. Both posts look at re-collecting energy to improve professional and personal life.

December also has only two posts. One post recalling nelson Mandela BMW vs Bicycle and simple yet important things in life 5 Things to Find Peace

Year 2014 has only 4 posts for last six months. There are several reason for such a low number of posts. One prime reason is work and I had to travel a lot more than I expected. Best writing for 2014 would be Valentine 14, Corridor of uncertainty – Bangalore Traffic and my cricket love That Sunday describing world cup triumph and It’s not cricket’ describes the cricket game in unknown perspective.

All together I wrote about 25 posts for past year. Here is the statistic on visitors who come to my blog.


This is nothing much, but definitely encourage me to do more and more. Well, good inspiration to write again and concentrate again.

Awaits  new Rice & Curry again !

Appetizer !

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