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A Fathers Love

I saw him few months back in a homecoming party amid dazzling friends circled a woody oak table with a lavish Red Label whiskey almighty teasing us from the center. The first thing I saw was dead sharp eyes of  a man in his mid-thirties focusing on a digital camera to capture his little kid next to him. The angel produced a grand stand picture of a Father and son separate through an expensive whiskey bottle.  It was artistic . The interlaces  authentic view would pleasing than Thisara Perara hammering Robin Peterson nonchalantly over long on during a lost dead game in  Kandy. Pointless beauty vs rational beauty.  My mind spark from a picture of Whiskey  separating father and son.

It is hard to say whiskey separate Father and son or does the opposite. The illusionist picture would be solid authentic arguable material  like  an Indian actress Sherlyn Chopra Playboy appearance. It was hard to think she agreed to appear Playboy with no wardrobe and fire to the fuel by publicly praising youthfulness, energetic , freshness of Playboy girls. It made most Indians flattered as they struggle to digest fast food item bought from Texas highway. Will there be Indian woman wearing only cowboy hat in a front cover page to  spark youthfulness ?  For conventional South Asian this would be a dream which seems happening daylight for  Americans.  For me wearing nothing and earning six digits perk is staggeringly arguable than Aladdin lamp Ghost  in Arabian Nights.  Who cares? May be I should not argue how economy affects brain cells, its  a matter for scientists .

My heart says go and speak to the gentlemen sitting next to us. But I couldn’t buy my instinct without opening the whiskey. The sweat smell of golden liquid distilled from fermented grains mash is far more appealing. Solid material to do a case study on craving vs wisdom when selecting right thing for a man. Finally alcoholic beverage served with ice cube, soda and slices of green apple. It would be just like Legend  Winston Churchill’s sipping Red Label mix with Soda just before taking mission critical decisions some where Britain , then it was matted for Great Britain , now  it was matter to understand illusionist picture.  Even though second one looks horrible reason. I took the first drink looking at the father sitting next table. I’m ready to talk now.

 I walked up to the father and start a friendly conversation to serve my  inquisitiveness.  The father seems very humble , probably working class from government sector.He speaks slowly , tightly. Every word he speak seems  match  his dress and even with his hair cut. Finally I was able to get his name, He introduced him self as “Justin”, a cleaning labor for a Colombo cleaning office. Suddenly little fellow (kid) started speaking in English. I puzzled.  A kid speaking English is nothing  for Colombo suburb, but it was for a son of cleaning office labor. Unless you born with extraordinary skill and luck to beat the shackle, this Kid would be rare as Gem. In fact Kid was a Gem ,  Justin’s wife “seetha” working in Italy as housewife while Justin taking care of the kid. Justin want his son to taught in  best international school in country.  Its even amazing when you know Justin working every day cleaning floors of blue chip companies, while his son playing with children of those company CEO’s. The courage of this father is unmatched for anything.  Humble smile he carries throughout the conversation was simply beautiful and heartwarming.  If you can summed up disparity between Soda and Whiskey or love and anger and mix both you find Justin‘s face. It was filled with life. If challenges, Faith , love, determination mixed in a  “kottu Rotti ” Justin would be the ideal  fine dish recipe that all Colombo restaurant are looking for.  It was worth conversation to have. Some people live harsh lives to make their kids live in comfort.  Undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary people I ever met in my life.

I returned to my seat, I still can see half served Red Label front with father and son laughing out for something. Unlike previous arguable picture, I see something brazen. a limitless love of a father to a little kid through the golden liquid of Red Label whiskey is artistic, realistic. Sometime whiskey is liquid sunshine , rays of energy to live life.

Justin working every day cleaning floors of blue chip companies, while his son having company of children of those CEO’s.

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July 31 2013 : Believing Worms

Sri Lankan boy would forget the day he met his girlfriend, but celebrate the day Murali took 800 wickets.

This is the story of Sri Lankans. The worms. The ones who bring old reserved arrack and Papare bands to celebrate the greatest day of our sports history.

Why not they celebrate the final day of rivalry between Ranathunga and Shane Warne. The Ranthunga drive whistling through hairline proximity to Shane Wane’s right ear was pleasant sight for generation of Sri Lankans. I remember my father said “bloody brilliant”. His eyes eluded with pride. In fact we all cherish these rare findings just like you found a tasty fish bun from local bakery in  your school days. It’s a taste you recall again and again.

It’s a country with full of lost talents. Unforgettable stories of how crispy geniuses die out in this dry soil. Someone shouting hard “finding a genius talent is rare as meeting punctual Sri Lankan”.

WARNE DROPS A CATCH RANATUNGA

 I remember my father said “bloody brilliant”. His eyes eluded with pride. In fact we all cherish these rare findings just like you found a tasty fish bun from local bakery in  your school days. It’s a taste you recall again and again.

Despite all odds, once in a while our nation stands on feet for a delivery of an unsung bowler memorizing world number one batsman with a ripper. A ball pitching outside off stump and sharply turning towards stump.  In my life I saw dark ugly looking guy by the name of Ajantha ripping strong Indian line up by kind of delivery described by commentators as “Magic”. That magic once let whole nation to stand on feet.    The day to cherish beauty.  Absolutely staggering beauty, far striking than model magazine cover page blonde with tons of makeup.

We see beauty in 22 yard Cricket field. Sound of rattling stump is far more entertaining for us.  Sometimes you would listen that again and again, replay many times on YouTube. The things you refrain to do after marring your girlfriend.  The roar by several SL fans among fifty thousand white skinny lads sounds pleasing, it would be more appealing than  voice of the one you shared bed last night. Even both sounds pleasing, roar remains most.

Cricket is one reason to believe on Sri lankans can be world beaters.  May be we can add the booze the same roaring SL fans manage before or after the match to the same world class list. Anyway , nation lavish undying passion for sports, cherish genuine crispy moments that last like a common life event to everyone.

My friend had his wedding reception elegantly with number of politicians, models, cricketers, film actors, wealthy businessmen in a five star venue. He was extremely proud and happy. This guy used to praise his wedding reception all the time. He takes examples from his wedding and playing free consultancy role to other potential couples.  For me once exclusive photo album made public on face book his glamour becomes lost case. Within several days it will be erased from our mind.  How staggering that function was, how much booze had, cheeky dancing movies or tattoos found in someone else’s girlfriend become too old. However, the winning moment of sports keep hitting the romantic zone of true Sri Lankan to cherish again and again.  Unlike most, sports matters and remembered.

Quite miserably this paradise doesn’t know process to nurture crispy talents, everyone just wish genius talent appear from nowhere. But they all  believe genius worm still alive somewhere in this dry land.  Sometime everyone  feel down but they  knows these genius worms will become butterflies one day. This is the moment whole nation stand on their feet.  All other  worms want to see the butterfly. They all hope these beautiful creatures can change the way everyone think about worms and a nation.

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