Sunday, July 12, 2009

How a movie can sway the lives of people. Real sentiments from real people.

How a movie can sway the lives of people. Real sentiments from real people. Your time spent reading won’t be wasted.

1. From Darryl (USA):

It was my son's favorite movie, and I can easily understand why. All his life, my son struggled with illness and the discomfort it brings. He never complained, however, making me feel a bit embarrassed whenever I tended to whine about minor problems. There were a couple of times during his teen years when we thought we'd lose him, but he'd fight back. He never appreciated anyone's pity. He hated to be doted upon. And yet, he was the kindest, most compassionate person I've ever known. All of the kids at the hospital were attracted to him; because he wasn't only nice, he was so brave (no doubt the result of knowing every doctor, nurse, and candy-striper after years of going in and out of the hospital). The parents of these children loved him for the way he made their kids feel more comfortable in their surroundings. He was a great looking kid, and he made friends very easily. He was always the informal leader of his group of friends (for better or worse), and it seems that he would always be attached to one girl or another. He had a great smile, and was aware of his ability to charm the socks off anyone. He used this gift unscrupulously.

My son died earlier this year, of complications relating to medication that had been prescribed to him. He was 27 years old. On Christmas day, in his memory, I will be watching his favorite film, and be inspired by it as I know he was inspired. There is one passage in there that I thought was so appropriate to his life. It comes toward the end of the movie, when Red is assessing his relationship with Andy. "Sometimes it makes me sad, though, Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are just too bright, and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them does rejoice. But still, the place you live is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend."

2. From Jason Travers (New York, NY)

When I first saw it, I was going through a terrible period in my life: I had dropped out of college, quit my job, and spent my days drinking, eating, and sleeping. In a month, I had gained about 75 pounds and was becoming more depressed by the second. Suicide seemed to be the only way out. Then I saw this masterpiece. The movie has great quotes, but the two that pulled me out of the darkness were these: "Get busy living, or get busy dying. That's goddamn right," and "Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things." God, I cried when I heard those words because somehow, though it was a movie, I believed them as if they had been uttered by friends. It was like a message of hope, a simple yet undeniable revelation: like Red and Andy, I was in charge of my future. I could be brave and fight the problems I was facing, or I could chicken out and end it all. The movie changed everything. And whenever I need to remind myself why life is so priceless, I see it again. There will never be another experience like it.

3. From Tanner Fnk (Overland park, Kansas)

My grandmother once said you’ll experience only one or two things in your life that will change you forever. I know for a fact this film is one of those moments. I will never forget the first time I saw this film. Never. I remember it as one of the best days of my life. Never had I cared so much about two characters and the story of a film. I watched the first two hours of that film saying to myself," I will never see anything better then this in my whole life." Then I watched the last twenty minutes of the film. I never knew life could be so beautiful! I will never be able to express in word the ending of the film. There is not a day that goes by where I haven’t once thought about the ending or the film. It has forever changed me in the greatest way possible. It has taught me the greatest things in life are still down the road and life is indeed...oh so beautiful. The last paragraph of Morgan Freeman's narration in the film has inspired me greatly to always smile and look at beauty around you...Because it’s everywhere! I could talk forever and a day about this miracle of a film, because that’s exactly what it is. I always love watching this movie with people who have never seen it; it’s like experiencing my first time all over again! It’s funny. I never knew that what my grandmother was talking about would someday be this film, I thank god this film came into my life, because I know I would be a much different person without it. Thank you Shawshank Redemption!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

SLRC to show BBC version of Robin Hood???

Just saw on paper that SLRC (Sri Lanka Rupavahini Corporation) is gonna show the BBC version of Robin Hood. The ad was on a full page of the paper, and it looked as if they’ve conjured Robin Hood alive. Can’t imagine a more f*d up channel. Robin of Sherwood or Richard Carpenter’s 1980’s version of Robin Hood was by far the best and all generations enjoyed it thoroughly. In fact SLRC had just concluded showing the drama for some 50th time. Now why on earth they want to bring on something far inferior when they have showed the best for umpteen times? Everyone knows BBC version of the drama is utter junk. Once Titus Thotawatta had been gone, it appears like a good big part of SLRC too had gone along with him. Now SLRC is left with half-brained folk who lack momentum and intuition. There were many good dramas back then for children, and now they have been replaced, rather infested by Hindi shit. Without re-inventing the goddamn wheel, why don’t they have the slightest brain to show some good programs? Where’s Tarzan? Flash? Old Transtel programs we used to enjoy? Or at least Discovery Channel? May the sweet god bless young lads who grow up this totally f*d up stations that had lost their way by miles.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Bridge on the River Kwai – The Hollywood masterpiece shot in Ceylon

I had heard of The Bridge on the River Kwai back when I was a kid. It wasn’t much – just that the film was shot in some Sri Lankan locations. I only got hold of the disk from an MC joint a couple of weeks back and was able to watch it just a few days back. The movie is of such cinematic brilliance, which makes me feel regret of the age I took to press play. The plot for the movie is loosely based on the British POWs who were forced to build a bridge over the river Kwai in Burma. This 7 Academy Award winning British 1957 World War II masterpiece was filmed almost entirely in Ceylon. 1957 may seem too far away; yet, the 1997 film restoration was done to the very last wrinkle, and the unfolding utter picturesque sceneries of Ceylon is an unforgettable pleasure to watch. Spanning across the beds of Kelani river in Kithulgala (where the legendary $250,000 wooden bridge was constructed and destroyed before S.W.R.D Bandaranayake’s entourage), panoramic views high above from Diyathalawa, blossomed flower fields of Botanical Gardens in Peradeniya, and finally extending to the Mt. Lavinia beach in the west, The Bridge on the River Kwai is the ultimate and solitary signature of Sri Lankan splendor in Hollywood. In my opinion, it’s a movie that every Sri Lankan should experience – the marvels English did on our soil. It’s also one of those rare movies where each minute spent before the screen pays off in the end.

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

being consumed by own self...?

I'm slowly reviving myself. At least I believe so. Once I thought I was slowly being consumed and eaten by one haziness within me. Still I feel I'm not entirely far from the reach of its fist, 'cos often I start to get that itch at the back of my mind as the week fades out. Abnormal? Maybe, but I wouldn't wanna call it so. Life's not a fuck fantasy. One has to have something to keep his mind and body occupied, yet still feel less resentful towards own self. Cos by the time things return from the obscurity, life should be in place – all set to roll, without the glitches or hindrances of the past. So I'm picking my odds to switch to something 'white', something socially 'understandable'. It can be the perfect insignia of boredom and monotony. Even the clock may appear to be running slow. Hell, even I’d feel my tummy getting bigger by the hour. But tougher choices may often need to be made for a seemingly better cause. Again, the way I figure it, it's a moral trial of oneself - the selection of best, rather probable alternatives out of many. Life’s a miserable test of routine questions. Twenty fucking seven years is quite a lot, and more shitty years on the list. It’s no time to let things go haywire. In fact I wouldn’t wanna say I was in that path. I hope I’m not too late to set things right or…

Thursday, July 24, 2008

In appreciation of Shawshank Redemption – the movie

I’ve watched a hell of movies in all my 27 years of existence on earth – well…maybe after the days of the cradle. The way I’ve seen, there are three kinds of movies: bad movies, movies that you can enjoy and forget, and movies that you can enjoy and remember. Where do you think Shawshank Redemption (aka Shawshank) falls in to? Do I have to show a tree and tell it’s a tree?

Some three years back, there was this lousy movie on MTV (I’m talking about Maharaja Channel) on a darn Saturday night. It was about a guy who gets incarcerated for a crime which he apparently didn’t commit and some lengthy prison shit later on. I was cuddled up in the sofa thinking some hot sexy stuff would pop up sooner rather than later (No, I’m not fuckin gay, I mean before the prison crap). To my utter disappointment, the movie looked like a total jargon, especially owing to the very fact that there were no women in the movie, not even an old hag. To make things worse, there was this old black guy muttering some shit in the background since the start of the movie. So before long I was singing myself a lullaby and sound asleep while the TV was still on.

So that was the history. I even forgot the movie I watched that day was in fact Shawshank. Later, there was a movie festival at the fac, and this movie was on the list too. So I went there since the entrance was free (and so was the exit), and didn’t give much damn about what’s on the show, so long as a single penny in my pocket is left untouched. At the end of the movie, the whole audience was like gasped in awe. And well…that’s more of the history. Since then, I have watched Shawshank for seven times – yeah, seven fuckin times on my DVD. You think I have become a fan of Shawshank? Hell no, I’m a big fuckin devotee. Darabont (Director), King (Scriptwriter), Freeman (Protagonist), Robbins (Protagonist) would seem like a fine suite of gods on an altar set apart on a figment of my imagination. Shawshank is a genuine hallmark in cinema.

What the movie is about, who the actors are and how good their acting is just out of the scope – I’m not gonna jabber about it, it’s for you to try out. If you have watched it, watch it again – your time is never wasted (well…considering the bulk of shit you watch on soap these days). What I know is that Shawshank really made a huge jolt within me – the plotline, narration and the theme twisted the way I think, as I felt and touched the movie right on my veins the exact way Darabont and King would have anticipated it to be with every word and move. Shawshank is a magnificent portrait of the salvation of the human spirit. Hell, I even got a gigantic poster hangin on my wall – a picture of a bloke with open arms, embracing the radiance and monsoon. On top, it carries the slogan: Fear can hold you prisoner; Hope can set you free – a very thing which I myself believe in, about me…

Trivia: Shawshank Redemption is IMDB’s most voted movie and second ranked movie in its list of top 250 movies of all-time.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

The end-of-the-world prophecy in 2012 - a day where science meets the myth?

Could the world that we nurtured among us - the world we’ve known since the our days of the cradle, the world that we live in, fight for and eventually die in, crumble upon us and take everything about it away like a dust in the wind? Could 21st December, 2012 seem like the doomsday - the end-of-the-world?

This is not the first instance of a day of reckoning or an end-of-the-world prediction. There have been an umpteen number of such set forth in the history and they somehow never came true; which obviously is the very reason why I’m sitting prettily in front of this crappy computer and banging the keyboard, and Puff Daddy is shagging Jennifer (if the rumors are true, that is).

All the predictions of a doomsday in the history were either solely mythical as foretold by the oracles like Nostradamus (sorry mate, in case I misspelled your name) or scientific, like a collision of a giant meteorite. Nevertheless, the single most eerie thing, which elevates the latest doomsday prediction above the rest, is the fact that this is the only case where the myth and science count down together to one unique day in the future.

Mayans - the enigmatic and elusive civilization that walked the earth thousands of years ago, were good at two things: mummifying and astrology. The calendars, which they used to predict the seasons and eclipses, were so staggeringly precise. One of the eclipses which happened in the 20th century was predicted by the Mayans using their calendars thousands of years ago, and they were out only by some fifty odd seconds! The Mayans predicted the earth’s current phase of life end on December 12, 2012; which, as they say is the day of the ultimate mayhem - the end-of-the-world.

So that’s Mahavansha - some age-old hocus pocus, which so called people-of-science would so welcomingly and ironically want to discard as old wife’s tales. However, the light which the science had to shed on this regard is the other side of the story. To cut down all scientific explanations (which I myself don’t want to understand), the sun, earth and the centre of our galaxy - the Milky Way come dead in line on the 11th minute past 11 AM on 21st December, 2012 - the exact date which Mayans predicted as the end-of-the-world, ages ago. According to science, this phenomenon could happen once in 25k year periodicity. What exactly can happen on such occurrence is yet being debated; however, the presently accepted theory is that a twist of the earth’s axis could happen within a matter of days, hours or even minutes, causing an unimaginable widespread havoc on the surface of the earth. Gigantic tsunamis, cyclones and major climatic changes would wipe away nearly half of the world’s population, if not all. Hell, as they say, the 2004 tsunami would be like a splash of water on the ass, as against the tsunamis that can occur with a polar shift. Small islands and all coastal cities like NYC or even our own goddam Colombo would be washed by the seas in its entirety, as if they never existed. The catastrophic climatic changes will haunt all corners of the planet for many hundreds of years. It will be one big fuckin system reset.

But, seriously, could this shit really happen in just four goddam years? Across the window, towards horizon, in my 9th floor office, will I ever see the gigantic, rumbling waves of roaring sea galloping at my face? It sounds too horrifying to be real. But then again, there's this feeling that something uncanny is happening to our earth since decades. Hurricane Katrina, South East Asia tsunami, Myanmar cyclone, China earthquake: these all happened in a too minute span of time in the recent history. On the other hand, there is the red alert on global warming. Could they all be just coincidental or isolated incidents that happened to occur by chance, or could this be the setting up for one big crescendo - one whopping climax in the near future - a cataclysmic doomsday?

Frankly, I myself don’t give much damn about a doomsday, but I’m inquisitive of a day where the world would reborn - a rise out of the ashes and fire, just like a new-born kid. I very much keen to see an earthly day where there would be no more nations fighting and killing each other over the lands; no more children dying of hunger; no more wives weeping over their dead soldier-husbands: a world of peace and justice.

Would these all be just figments of imagination or would it actually be real? Before long, we will know it folks. The only wish I have is at least I’d be married by the winter 2012, simply because it sucks to have the history read as I died single!

If you wish to read more on 2012 doomsday, click on below links. Read and learn, at least you’d know what burned your ass down, if this doomsday really happens. There are many references if you do a Google or search for videos on Youtube. Hell, there are even a PC games and Hollywood movies on ‘2012 doomsday’.


Sunday, April 6, 2008

New chat/sms acronym – BS = Budu Saranai…

A couple of weeks ago I was chatting with this chick, and when we were about to part off, I said ‘bye and good night’. She replied with ‘gn & bs’. Even a rukee chatter knows ‘gn’ stands for ‘good night’, but this ‘bs’ thing was new for me. I was chatting online for like 8 years now, but this is the first time I’ve heard of such chat acronym. Well…usually ‘bs’ stands for bullshit, but since it was obviously improbable that she meant it in that context, I asked what ‘bs’ stands for. Her reply was that it is for ‘budu saranai’. I was literally stunned. ‘Good night’ is such a cliché in Instant Messaging or even general context, which anyone would say, though more often than not they really don’t wish so. But in my opinion, the wishing-budu saranai belies a truly heartiest blessing, unlike that hackneyed ‘good night’ crap. Wishing ‘budu saranai’ is really good, but westernizing, fashionizing and abbreviating it with ‘bs’ shit is an insult to the Buddhism and also for the person who’s being wished. Should one require making a genuine wish, he/she may say so in full without degrading the fathomless, inestimable value of it, but fuckin abbreviating is so damn lame.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

To the Young bloggers from Horizon Lanka – The best, fun and easy way to learn English…

To the Young bloggers from Horizon Lanka –
The best, fun and easy way to learn English…

It’s been a while since I’ve heard the revolution, which took place in Mahavilachchiya - an area ravaged by war. I was always fascinated by the story of the courageous people guided by Vanni at the fore end. Together, they showed how to beat the obstacles and conquer their path without dwelling in the past and cursing the society they live in.

Recently I have noticed a growing trend of young bloggers from Mahavilachchiya. They have put up really attractive blog pages. Sometimes it renders me speechless reading their genuine ideas and experiences. Seeing their sincere desire to learn English and IT and excel in the world they deserve to be, like the most, I want to extend my helping hand. So I have a few things to tell them, some with my knowledge and some with my experience. Hope that’d be of some help to make their journey a safer one. To start off, I’ll switch to a lower gear and make my language lighter, to make myself more comprehensible.

“So let’s talk a bit about learning English. First thing I want to tell you is, English classes won’t teach you real English. It’s only the practice and self-desire to learn it can teach you English. When I was studying at the University, I met a lot of friends from remote areas who could not even express simple things in English. But with practice, they learned English and became skilled with the language. I never went to English classes and in my family, we didn’t speak English among ourselves. I learned English by myself and from the outside. Trust me brothers and sisters, learning English is fun and easy…

“Don’t ever be shy to express your ideas in English. Just let your ideas flow in. Don’t worry much about mistakes that you make. We’re Sri Lankans, not English people. Try to write in simple, short sentences. If you can use the MS Word spellchecker, you can correct most of the spelling mistakes. Try to remember the correct word after the spellchecker has corrected it. Next thing is about the grammar. Do not rely on MS-Word to correct your grammar. So what you can do is, once you have written down your essay or paragraph, show it to someone who knows better than you. Maybe he or she won’t know a lot, but little things he or she may know can be of help to improve your English. Keep a dictionary. It’s great if you can use an English-English dictionary, because it gives the explanations of words in English. Some dictionaries, for example the Oxford dictionary gives the usage of most of the words by putting it in a sentence. That is a real good way to understand about the usage of English words. You can even download the pocket version of this dictionary to your computer. Try searching on Google for “Pocket Oxford Dictionary”. Keep blogging on the Internet. Never worry if people actually are reading them or not, just write them. Tell your friends and teachers to read what you’ve written in your blogs and ask for their ideas. Sometimes you may even get comments from idiots about your blogs. Don’t listen to them; they are just trying to discourage you. Get the daily or weekly English newspaper. Don’t try to read all things. Start with the last page – the Sports page. Start with your favorite sport – Cricket. Read carefully how they have reported yesterday’s match – the team who won the match, how much they scored, who took most wickets etc. It’s got to be fun. Another page you can try reading is the Kids’ page. It has lots of cartoons, essays and jokes that you can read and enjoy. Meanwhile, try to get some simple English storybooks and read them by yourself. If you find a difficult word, note it down and keep on reading. Later, refer to a dictionary and learn the meaning of the word. Often visit websites about things that you like. For example, nature, animals etc. Read them often and look at the way they have written in English. Get a simple English grammar book, or share it with your friends and learn the patterns of writing…

“Listen to English radio channels. Try to listen to a few channels and select what type of music you can enjoy. At the beginning you may not like English songs. But when you catch up, you will get to like English songs. Don’t watch Hindi movies or listen to Hindi songs. They don’t have a real core, and there’s nothing you can learn from it. If you’re not sure what to listen to, try to find some English pop songs. You can find mp3 songs from local shops where you can play them on your computer. You can easily find songs from artists like Westlife, Boyzone, Backstreet Boys. When you listen to the songs, go to the Google search and search for the song’s lyrics and copy them to your computer. So when the song is playing, you can read the lyrics along with the singer. Maybe you can sing it with them. You can even listen to radio channels over the Internet. When you watch cricket matches, turn the volume up and listen carefully how they express the happenings on the cricket match. Pay attention how they describe when a batsman hit a six, when he gets out etc. If you hear a word that you don’t know the meaning of, always refer the dictionary and learn the word...

Watch English movies. It’s the most fun and enjoyable way to learn English. Try to look for movies for children. Few good movies I can remember are: IT, 101 Dalmations, Home Alone, Space Jam, Harry Potter etc. Even cartoons are good. These movies have a lighter language that is easier to understand. Go to Google and search for children’s movies. Always ask someone before getting the movie and make sure it’s good enough to watch and that it would suit you. After watching the movie, go to the Internet, search for it, and read what other people have said about it. You can even read how the movie is created, and similar movies like the one you watched. is the best site for movies at present. If there is a specific phrase you liked, maybe a joke, try to write it down on a book or copy the text to computer. Download wallpapers of your favorite movies. If you liked a special actor or an actress, try to search for other movies in which she or he acts...

“Talk in English with your friends. There’s nothing to be shy of, because everyone is in the same level, and after all, they are your friends. You can even try to speak in English with yourself when nobody is around. This way you will get use to pronounce English. Read aloud storybooks and English lessons that you find in schoolbooks. If you can, have someone with you who can correct some mistakes that you make when reading aloud. If you can’t find how to pronounce a word, get a Sinhala-English dictionary. They usually have written in Sinhala, how to pronounce the word…

“If you’re using the Internet, there is a great way to improve your English, which is chatting. I do not recommend this to young people like you, because if you don’t be careful enough, you can easily fall in to trouble. Voice enabled chatting can vastly improve your English. The biggest advantage is that aince you don’t see the face of the person with whom you’re chatting, there is little embarrassment. You don’t have to worry about making mistakes because you don’t know that person. But once again, I do not recommend chatting, because the people are not always nice. However, if you go on to chatting, make sure you don’t reveal your identity…

“There is one golden rule to learning English. Always have a guide with you who or that will correct your mistakes. That way you will know when you make mistakes and how to correct. Otherwise you will keep repeating the mistakes without improving yourself. Don’t rush with things. Sometimes you may hear people talk in English so speedily, where others can’t easily understand. By talking fast some people can hide their mistakes. So remember to talk slow and learn the best practices of English, and always be clear of what you say or write...

So those are some tips from me for you guys. If you need more clarification or help, you can email me or call me. I will try to answer whenever I can, when I’m not busy. Keep it up and good luck. The nation is proud of you all…

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Celebrating seven years with my crappy, junky, grumpy, age-old, yet never-say-die PC!

Man and Machine…They always found a differentiation. Not always, maybe

Some seven years ago, when I bought my current PC, I didn’t know a damn thing about computers. Hell, even I couldn’t find the crappy power button to turn it on. The guy who came and hooked the thing up showed how tahe graphics load, how to play an mp3, a movie and all the major tricks. After the fella left, I thought it ain’t gonna be too hard to run this thing, but didn’t take long to realize that I had made a major mistake. I didn’t know where the power switch is. Fed up with searching, phoned a buddy and he said the button should be there. Finally I got my finger stuck in a hole, and bang! The thing worked! Well…that’s just history. I’m still running it since then and there’s a whole saga behind it. For the first few months, when it broke down, I used to carry it all the way to Kandy, where my computer shop was. The only (yet the best, as they say) remedy these genius computer shack repair guys know is formatting the boot drive. The same happened for me, despite how minute the problem is. Then I thought this ain’t gonna do, and since then I doctored my own aches and pains. That’s when I started to feel computing, and that’s when I started this passion. Well, it wasn’t the end, but a beginning of a different companionship with this machine and myself.

For every quarter of a year, something gets blown off; nevertheless, this junk has survived a miraculous seven years. The last gadget that faced its demise was the goddam CDROM drive. Hell, it ran a good ol’ 6 years non-stop. Way, way better than the crappy Creative shit that was on sale in every corner of the street back in 2000. It had all the wizardly crap like remote controls and all, but it wasn’t just enough to survive long, at least in our reach. Presently, the CPU looks bare naked and the last time I saw the casing cover of the CPU was back in 2006. Sometimes the CPU goes dead silent. It may sound cool but that’s when I know the cooler fan has stopped. With a couple of thumps, the thing starts to rotate and I’m back on line. During this seven-year tenure, few hard disks served its time until I switched to Hitachi. Hitachi is more silent unlike the old Quantum hard disk; which, when operating, emulated the noise of a tractor running in my room. My UPS is with the repair guy for over 2 years and he and I have both forgotten it. Now he thinks he owns it and I don’t give a damn. It ain’t cool to run a comp without a UPS, but what the heck.

Well…This saga with this machine, and myself - it will go on…Till one meets its demise...

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Tedium or Inertia? Or both?

From the footloose uni life to pro life… Before I know it, life’s back in a shell - one seems quite hard to break away. Guess the life - from the birth till death, is a function of intermittent, varying and interchanging set of shells. Changes of life - things that one desires or hates happen within these shells and some even go unnoticed. The longer one shell gets dragged on, or when the transition to the next shell appears vague, either tedium (say boredom) or the interia (say reluctance against change…wonder if anyone ever used this term in this context) could happen. Six months into this shell, and I’m having a mix of them. Say 80% tedium and 19% inertia. And I have a few words to name this composition: I need a fuckin change. Change, well…you got to make things happen as not all changes are favorable. You need to seek your own asylum, redemption, salvation or nirvana – whatever the hell they call it. In fact, that’s what we all seek in our life – freedom in mind with no or fewer strings attached. I find myself long way away from there – my own nirvana. I’m having a hangover and feeling too drowsy to write this shit now. Hell, I feel like boozing right now. What the fuck, I’m out…

Friday, May 4, 2007

Back to Cricket: What comes first, country or county?

WC maybe gone but the cricket should move on. I’ve just heard on the news that three Sri Lankan players – Vaas, Murali and Sanga are joining in with the English county cricket for the coming season. They are gonna miss Sri Lanka’s international tours for the coming 5-6 months. Again, yeah, WC woes are gone but this act raises few eyebrows. Are these guys really playing for country or money? Playing for the national team does not necessarily imply that a particular player is genuinely playing for the country. These guys are already rich by numbers with playing in the national team over the years, and hence have no reason such as ‘seeking financial stability’ by playing for English county. In addition, they can’t be seeking extra form in cricket, because they are already age-old veterans. There is a saying that when you start to earn money, you don’t see an end. Maybe it’s the same thing with these guys. We have nothing against them earning money, cos they deserve it. But if this lets the whole country down for few extra pounds, it’s something worth giving a concern. If Sri Lanka looses any upcoming tour, it may very well be due to the absence of these players. They may say that they are just allowing new guys to come and play for the team, but the truth may be far from it.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

We shall always be triumphant in our hearts…

The streets in Kandy went empty since the eve, fewer vehicles on the road, and even a lot of shops were closed. Firecrackers were heard everywhere since the dawn of the day. Everyone in Sri Lanka, from north to south built in to a crescendo on the 28th night to see the World Cup grand finale unveils. There is more to it from the public’s preparation. There have been a lot of Bodhi Poojas and other activities conducted; just to wish the guys luck. Luck, yeah, one thing that stood against us in the finals, nothing else.

Everything from the start to the end went to Australia. Nothing, not a single thing went in Sri Lanka’s way. I’m good with numbers and stats; many would say it’s single handedly the skill and form that won the game for Aussies last night; no, it’s the pure luck. With the skill, the oppositions were pretty much even with the Aussies having a slight edge over the Sri Lankans. Lankans lost the toss earlier in the day, and marked the beginning of the calamity. It’s so funny that such a trivial thing like a toss, which has no resemblance to cricket, plays such a vital part in the outcome of the game, especially on a World Cup final. The game was reduced to 38 overs per side, and it wasn’t going to help the lions anyway. Sri Lankans’ strength in winning lies in a complete session. Unlike the Aussies, they are not natural sloggers of the ball; instead, they pace their innings at the consumption of time. A reduced game play wasn’t going to suit the Lankans’ style of play. Surely Aussies batted well for 281, but it wasn’t predominantly the skill, it was the luck, the thing that we were running short of. Vaas, such a great exponent with the new ball, couldn’t extract even a tiny bit of swing off the pitch even under wet, overcast conditions. The balls with mediocre pace didn’t deviate off the pitch and came on to the bat on a flat pitch like footballs. It was too easy for the Aussies.

A pitch predicted to be bouncy and pacy was always going to help Murali, but he failed to make an impression either. In contrast, when the Sri Lankans went to bat, Bracken and McGrath could extract nice juicy seam movement. On a cloudy, gloomy eve, coupled with the Tera Pascals of pressure on batting second on a World Cup finale with the required rate of nearly eight, any team would crumble. It would have happened to Australia had they batted second, but the single most governing factor in this final – the luck was on their side and it took them to their hat-trick in World Cup triumphs. Sri Lanka, in my opinion, put up the best performance when all the odds were against them. But luck is mathematically immeasurable and cannot be statistically recorded. Hence, this will go down as another pinnacle of the Aussies’ dominant run in the cricket arena, with the Sri Lankans being the underdogs. Nevertheless, the bravery, courage and sportsmanship shown by the Sri Lankans throughout the tournament is truly remarkable. As I said in a previous post, a cup is purely symbolical, but so long as we put up an honest and brave fight, a win or loss would hardly matter, and we shall always be triumphant in our hearts.

It’s the end of my time where I used to cuddle up with myself in the sofa in a cold night in the hills and watch most of the cricket till the dawn. I’m glad this is finally over after an express run, and with the Wesak is coming ahead, it’s about time to move on from Cricket…

Saturday, April 28, 2007

A win or loss would hardly matter if…

Just one more day to go for the night, which we waited 11 years to arrive. Though so many things were said, we all know unless we do something special, something that was never predicted, we don't really have the edge over the Aussies in the finals. Yes, we have been playing really well, but Aussies are definitely going to uplift their standards in the finals just like they did in 1999 and 2003. They have not been under any sort of pressure throughout the tournament, and they do not appear to posses any breaches where the opponents could capitalize on. Even if we couldn't clinch the title by the dawn of Sunday, if we could put up a fair and brave fight, in the true Sri Lankan style, we shall always be triumphant in our hearts.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Kiwis fly away as the Lions roar

Well...If my knowledge on zoology is good, kiwis can't fly. But it really looked as if they were when the Sri Lankan lions ran amok today. I was up till now and I know many blokes around my area were too, hearing the fire crackers all around. Great win, couldn't have been better! Can't say much, I feel bit drowsy now. It's a 3.40 am now in SL, and it's the dawn of a day after a majestic victory...

SL - 289/5…Just a few mins away from the start of the NZ Innings

The decision to retain Tharanga pays off. Asantha de Mel once again shows his decision was the right one. On a day where the whole country (including myself) wished he (Tharanga) shouldn’t be playing, he turned the tables, broke the shackles and converted the Giga Pascals of pressure to scores. He was very unfortunate to be dismissed while en route to a brilliant hundred after having done all the hard work. Mahela the maestro puts up an innings what can only be described as one of the best innings in the history of the World Cup. From the very first ball he faced, the plan was right on schedule in his mind to build a truly majestic inning. Bond came up back from the injury with tons expected of him. He failed to deliver the goods and picked a solitary wicket of Chamara Silva which was one of the two poor decisions given by the umpires today. Dilshan hit a run-a-ball cameo but was again wrongfully adjudged lbw by the best umpire in the world. Jayasuriya and Sanga failed to make much impression, but it didn’t bother the SL total. It’s just few mins away to the start of the NZ innings, so I’m gonna shut this thing off and crank on to Channel Eye. Well...hope this sleepless night would be for a better cause...We'll see...

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

A Reminiscence…Four-year University life at Pera (Part I)

As Master Amaradewa’s classic – “hanthane kandu muduna” airs on my audio, I fall into a virtual trance. It’s an amazing song really, one that would put anyone to a kind of a rumination.

Months after the University life at Peradeniya was over, I start to look back and reminisce. Apart from all the joys and woes that I had, I wouldn’t know if I could have lived those four years better, but what I know for sure is that I really enjoyed it the best way I could. Maybe I missed out on a few. One thing I pretty much regret is the fact that I didn’t find love there. It wasn’t just me who left the University without a single, real love saga behind, but most of the blokes at Engineering were in my boat. Apart from a few who had found love before entering the University, some found their life partner from the faculty. But majority of the guys were looking for something else, which they didn’t find in Engineering girls: a non-mechanized mind.

One thing deprived us from reaching a real University love, is the fact that Engineering was separated from the major part of the University. There’s a bridge to cross (the famous Akbar bridge joining two banks of Mahaweli) and few hundred yards of walk. It shouldn’t be a big hindrance, one may think. Surely it isn’t, but coupled with the tight academic schedules and high probability of ‘chaater’, which is almost inherent in any love case, most of us were reluctant to take that step. Moreover, most of the blokes are too serious about the academics and probably giving an overly significance. It wasn’t very odd because the general idea among the guys was to capitalize on the degree and get the ass out of the University at the four-year tenure. Something like finding a life partner was considered to be an extra load and commitment, but definitely a bonus.

Something we always believed in was that the real University Life lied beyond the river. In contrast to our area with people having numb looks and nerdy faces, the majority of the University area comprising Arts, Science and Medicine looked so much lively, full of aroma and was truly scintillating. Breathtaking sceneries entrenched with plenty of history and legend makes it an inviting place for romance. The feeling of holding a hand of a girl and strolling down the scenic lovers’ lane or the tranquilizing uda Peradeniya, while talking all the crap in the world, would have been really unimaginable. May be we missed out that experience, but we’d certainly rejoice over the life we spent there...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Hindsight and the woes of defeat against the Aussies in super 8 clashes

SL went down against the Aussies with what should be called as a big disappointment for the Aussies, despite their 7 wicket victory. Ponting persists with all sorts of crap saying that he doesn’t care about SL bringing up a much depleted bowling attack, but it was very apparent that he’s disappointed. He continues to say that they have huge amount of video footages of Murali and Vaas, so Mahela’s tactic of hiding the cards doesn’t pay off since Aussies know how to play against them anyway. He says his surprise was that Murali and Vaas didn’t get a chance to play with the opposite. Wonder why the hell he’s shedding tears about our bowlers. Ian Chappel too made fun with saying on CricInfo Talk, that ICC should question SL with the team selection. But choosing whom to play in the match is solely at SL selectors’ discretion. If the ICC was OK with the initial 15 men squad, wonder what Ian’s point is about the right for ICC to question the selection of players from that squad. He also used the words ‘Ridiculous’ and ‘Disgraceful’ in describing SL team. Ian Chappel is very much a Chauvinist I believe, thinking Aussies are immune and untouchable. When his team has 20 straight WC wins, he must be feeling so. It’s just the matter of SL not living up to the level like the Aussies anticipated. It’s funny that Aussies went with all guns blazing, only to find that SL was not REALLY looking for a win there. One wouldn’t rest 3 best bowlers if looking for a win, right? Mahela’s tactics were very much questioned, but it was not all that bad idea when considering the up coming matches. Aussies’ formula is simply to ‘win all’, but we can’t try that because our guys are not that fit and replaceable. Even if Murali and Vaas played, the chances are very much scarce that they’d be able to save a modest 226. The poor performances in batting and fielding aren’t a big deal either. The fact that SL wasn’t really looking for a win must have somewhat sterilized the commitment in the park. Apart from the fuss of a defeat, I think it was anticipated from the beginning and very much a discreet thing from the SL’s standpoint, and there’s nothing much to worry about. However the defeat against Aus is quite huge, but we’ll hope SL will rise from the woes and ashes and turn tables in the finals…Err…But semi’s coming before the finals, right? Who knows, maybe RSA jumps in to fourth spot and might beat the so-called ‘invincibles’ in the semi’s. Only time would tell…

Monday, April 16, 2007

Classics - The Music that don't die

…Just take those old records off the shelf
I’ll sit and listen to ‘em by myself
Todays music ain’t got the same soul
I like that old time rock n roll…-Bob Seger (Old Time Rock n Roll)

Guess it’s high time I hit the keyboard again. With having less than 1.5 months before the end of the University saga, life gets into a kinda shell; which, in a way, makes things look rather hazy ahead, and music sounds to be just great to set things right. I’ve just had my good ol’ ‘hard earned’ classics collection got together so that not only me, but also my father can enjoy it too whenever he’s bored with watching same old DVDs. It took hundreds of hours for the hunt with the 115 kbps CDMA and couple of P2Ps hooked up; but in the end, it’s just worth the trouble to have something that you can truly enjoy . It may look rather odd for a young fella like me (presuming 25 is not that old) to love the classics and oldies while all the mates go jumping around for rock and hip-hop. Well…nothing wrong with rock and other genres, but you never realize what and how much you’ve been missing out in music until you start enjoying classics. They define a unique and genuine style where the rhythm, class of voice and meaning of song surpasses most of the trends in modern genres (it’s never the same with Kershaw’s version of ‘Riddle’ and Gigi’s). Probably one would find classics are too slow and of inferior audio quality to blast away the 3000W sound systems . And some young folks would think oldies just don’t go with the beat of their life. In fact that’s what I was thinking few years back when I used to fill up the room with thrashing heavy metal while my father was going with the ‘Golden Oldies’ show on SLBC. I thought then that he’s just too old so he can’t go with the beat of today’s style. I now find that I was wrong, that it’s just the temperament and state of mind that puts you there. For me, drive towards classics was not something happened abruptly, but more of an evolution of mind. From the very young years with soft pop, passing adolescent years with rock, metal and techno and then onto a matured state with the classics. Thirty years from now on, what’s modern now becomes classics in time and maybe then I’d be able to crank up my radio and listen to ’50 Cents’ while my grandchildren listen to some crap that’s beyond my imagination . :-))