Talk about strategic corporate movements and emergent strategy… Dialog TV must be the best game plan I have ever seen a large corporate come up with in Sri Lanka since Lanka Bell launched its advertising campaign few months ago…with Airtel moving in on them, to buffer the hard blow that is imminent and inexorable, Dialog has indeed chosen well with DTV. It will not surprise the majority if the Big D decides to takeover Suntel…which may cause havoc to its competitor who has been celebrating like the fourth of July since their profits rose…(Yes I’m talking about Lanka Bell) Never underestimate the power of the consumer nor the assiduousness of advertisers to consume the consumer…
But we all know the mishaps of mergers and acquisitions…one being the culture clash which is an insufferable pain in the ass…Thus one must only assume that Big D must have weighed his options thoroughly before his decision to merge with CBN and will continue to do so in the future… the Culture bug will die a slow death…and for the time being DTV will have to oblige to the whims of the leeches that cant be removed…Hell I say it’s all worth it…a few more BOGOF (Buy One Get One Free-as with DTV) promotions and Big D is made for life….but I’d love to see what else they have up their sleeve…lay on Macduff…
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Pissed...
Did we let the world cup slip through our fingers? Unbelievable...dilhara....which ass put him on the team...and has our bowling ever been that bad?? We gave the Ausie's so much of confidence that they ended up pounding 6's for Malinga's balls...and there were talks and murmurs about if the match was fixed...
honour above all...that's a lotta bullshit in todays terms...what happened to giving it all we've got...if you read my post before this you'd realize that the raids hit me and my friends immensely...im no die hard cricket fan...but i know that cricket has made Sri Lanka a global entity...we're out there because our boys perform...even after the raid yesterday most of us were sending silent prayers that we'll pull through the match and show all the macho racists that have the gumption to question our strength as a nation or a team or as a irrefutably sound economy...(Yes I am the eternal optimist), the stuff a lankan's made of...
We srilankans are known for our sportsmanship...we never give up...even when its dark, slippery and cold we're out there hitting god knows what with everything we've got...all i know is we all had our hearts broken atleast once yesterday...i think i just contradicted my own statement...need to catch up on lost sleep...lets get them next time boys....still proud of you...it was a long journey and you walked it well...
honour above all...that's a lotta bullshit in todays terms...what happened to giving it all we've got...if you read my post before this you'd realize that the raids hit me and my friends immensely...im no die hard cricket fan...but i know that cricket has made Sri Lanka a global entity...we're out there because our boys perform...even after the raid yesterday most of us were sending silent prayers that we'll pull through the match and show all the macho racists that have the gumption to question our strength as a nation or a team or as a irrefutably sound economy...(Yes I am the eternal optimist), the stuff a lankan's made of...
We srilankans are known for our sportsmanship...we never give up...even when its dark, slippery and cold we're out there hitting god knows what with everything we've got...all i know is we all had our hearts broken atleast once yesterday...i think i just contradicted my own statement...need to catch up on lost sleep...lets get them next time boys....still proud of you...it was a long journey and you walked it well...
Losing my religion....(Air raids in Colombo)
When I was a child not so long ago there is something someone said that I will never forget…that I am very lucky to be born in this country…we don’t have freezing winters nor burning volcanoes. Our lives are based on strongly rooted religion, may it be Buddhism, Hinduism or Islam. We have a proud history with many brave men and many epics for bed time stories for generations. The ocean and the mountains. Beautiful lakes and forests. And above all great people who have a great ability to smile through their tears.
That image that was created when I was maybe five years old never left me. I have always considered myself blessed and no matter where I have been in life and no matter what ends of the earth I’ve traveled to I have always come back to my roots and lived my life in accordance to a culture that has irrevocably bound me to it. The realities of neither the northern conflict nor disasters like the tsunami changed my impression. They strengthened them….since hope was an undying entity. My dreams are built around this nation and they are big dreams…
I remember being in Kilinochchi last year visiting a bullet beaten little hut in the beach and wondering how these people can still live in this house and feel safe when they’ve been shot at in their own home…when I asked the father of the little family he just grinned and said… “Nona dan gey athulata wenedata wadaa eliya enawa’ (Madam, now our house has more sunshine streaming in) Need I say more?
Last night the strength of my faith in my country was tested, shaking it’s foundation. Watching the sky being splattered with a stream of red flares and watching the smoke and the flames flickering in the distant harbour brought reality crashing down. The thrill of watching the World Cup evaporated into a haze of red flashes in the sky. They were fireworks we were so sure…I mean it couldn’t be anything else. Then came the stream of phone calls…Colombo had a power failure. That’s when we noticed the long dark stretch of beach where Colombo used to be. Then friends from CR, CH and allover calling and asking if we were ok. Are you safe? Are you on your way home? Don’t go anywhere stay where you are..stay away from Galle Road.. It’s the harbour, the air port. Kolonnawa, the air force camp, Ratmalana. The papara band was still playing and people were still cheering…too drunk to realize…still dancing with their beer cans and vodka glasses in hand..for us the screen had fazed into a LCD glow…the papara was a mantra that echoed in our heads and then faded to a murmur. The constant phone calls…are you ok? Yes…still in one piece…don’t worry...I’m fine…
Am I? You keep your voice steady so that family and friends calm down. But your body’s shivering. Your hands are cold. A rain of red lights again…shooting into a dark night sky… and then came the stench of gun powder… smoke…No it wasn’t happening…we were dreaming….its a crazy nightmare…nothing’s on the radio or the TV..everyone was playing the match….a six…a four… dozens of red flairs from within Colombo this time…Ratmalana? Are we ok? Are they ok? People who didn’t call…where are you? Why is your phone switched off? Pls pls be home pls be fast asleep…can I pick you up…no go home….we’re at a friend’s…we’ll be home as soon as this is over… when? I don’t know…
I don’t know…who am I? this is my country…where I am safe..i will always be safe…where my future is…a country for which I have dreams of my own…a country for which I have plans, big plans…where the war will be another story to tell our grand children and where Jaffna is a road trip away…my future…my country…A country I am privileged to be a citizen of.. where I teach five year olds that they are lucky to be born in…a country I am proud of…a country where I can still sit on the beach and have kotthu even after seeing a water logged Galle after the Tsunami… unyielding, obstinate, adamant faith…faith that fought with my parents when they wanted to send me away to a different continent…faith that said…no matter where I go I will be back because this is home and the only place I will call home…not a memory I’ll remember in a few year and reminiscent…where I will leave foot prints on which I will walk over and over again…
We never slept…restlessly tossing and turning and answering the occasional call…too tired now to fake the calm in our voices…four in the morning…prayers have meaning then…did it really happen…now, in the morning everything is normal again…people are jogging in the streets…buses are back and Galle Road has a steady stream of traffic…the radio, the TV…still silence…did I dream the whole thing…me and all my friends with me? Those thick white clouds in the sky…its clouds…not smoke right??? The distinct picture of Orugodawatta many years ago flash across my mind…the flickering fire in the night and the stormy morning skies of the aftermath…
Coming home to worried parents…tucking yourself into bed and bidding yourself to sleep at seven in the morning…sleep…that never came…helplessness is the substance of fear…knowing that something evil is inevitable shakes you to the core…But putting on a brave face comes as the eventuality of the inevitable.
Faith will be questioned, judged and occasionally tested with earthquakes of reality…but faith is built on fundamental principals that are unquestionable and solid. This is still my country… for me 102 runs from 51 balls is not impossible it’s 2-runs-per-ball-probable…it’s the adrenaline that keeps me going and holds my head high…its what keeps me grounded when gravity fails…it’s the fact on which my dreams are built...maybe I am more of a dreamer than a realist but if being a part of this country and keeping my roots has even the slightest chance, it is a price I’ll willingly pay…and I will continue to teach starry eyed five year olds who want to grow up to be doctors and lawyers that this is still the most blessed land ever…because I know that will build the faith that will hold strong as it has for me..
The sun will shine through the bullet holes and it will shine brighter…tomorrow…but today…we will lick our wounds and patch the cracks that were rendered to that faith…and tomorrow we will continue to dream…of tomorrow..
That image that was created when I was maybe five years old never left me. I have always considered myself blessed and no matter where I have been in life and no matter what ends of the earth I’ve traveled to I have always come back to my roots and lived my life in accordance to a culture that has irrevocably bound me to it. The realities of neither the northern conflict nor disasters like the tsunami changed my impression. They strengthened them….since hope was an undying entity. My dreams are built around this nation and they are big dreams…
I remember being in Kilinochchi last year visiting a bullet beaten little hut in the beach and wondering how these people can still live in this house and feel safe when they’ve been shot at in their own home…when I asked the father of the little family he just grinned and said… “Nona dan gey athulata wenedata wadaa eliya enawa’ (Madam, now our house has more sunshine streaming in) Need I say more?
Last night the strength of my faith in my country was tested, shaking it’s foundation. Watching the sky being splattered with a stream of red flares and watching the smoke and the flames flickering in the distant harbour brought reality crashing down. The thrill of watching the World Cup evaporated into a haze of red flashes in the sky. They were fireworks we were so sure…I mean it couldn’t be anything else. Then came the stream of phone calls…Colombo had a power failure. That’s when we noticed the long dark stretch of beach where Colombo used to be. Then friends from CR, CH and allover calling and asking if we were ok. Are you safe? Are you on your way home? Don’t go anywhere stay where you are..stay away from Galle Road.. It’s the harbour, the air port. Kolonnawa, the air force camp, Ratmalana. The papara band was still playing and people were still cheering…too drunk to realize…still dancing with their beer cans and vodka glasses in hand..for us the screen had fazed into a LCD glow…the papara was a mantra that echoed in our heads and then faded to a murmur. The constant phone calls…are you ok? Yes…still in one piece…don’t worry...I’m fine…
Am I? You keep your voice steady so that family and friends calm down. But your body’s shivering. Your hands are cold. A rain of red lights again…shooting into a dark night sky… and then came the stench of gun powder… smoke…No it wasn’t happening…we were dreaming….its a crazy nightmare…nothing’s on the radio or the TV..everyone was playing the match….a six…a four… dozens of red flairs from within Colombo this time…Ratmalana? Are we ok? Are they ok? People who didn’t call…where are you? Why is your phone switched off? Pls pls be home pls be fast asleep…can I pick you up…no go home….we’re at a friend’s…we’ll be home as soon as this is over… when? I don’t know…
I don’t know…who am I? this is my country…where I am safe..i will always be safe…where my future is…a country for which I have dreams of my own…a country for which I have plans, big plans…where the war will be another story to tell our grand children and where Jaffna is a road trip away…my future…my country…A country I am privileged to be a citizen of.. where I teach five year olds that they are lucky to be born in…a country I am proud of…a country where I can still sit on the beach and have kotthu even after seeing a water logged Galle after the Tsunami… unyielding, obstinate, adamant faith…faith that fought with my parents when they wanted to send me away to a different continent…faith that said…no matter where I go I will be back because this is home and the only place I will call home…not a memory I’ll remember in a few year and reminiscent…where I will leave foot prints on which I will walk over and over again…
We never slept…restlessly tossing and turning and answering the occasional call…too tired now to fake the calm in our voices…four in the morning…prayers have meaning then…did it really happen…now, in the morning everything is normal again…people are jogging in the streets…buses are back and Galle Road has a steady stream of traffic…the radio, the TV…still silence…did I dream the whole thing…me and all my friends with me? Those thick white clouds in the sky…its clouds…not smoke right??? The distinct picture of Orugodawatta many years ago flash across my mind…the flickering fire in the night and the stormy morning skies of the aftermath…
Coming home to worried parents…tucking yourself into bed and bidding yourself to sleep at seven in the morning…sleep…that never came…helplessness is the substance of fear…knowing that something evil is inevitable shakes you to the core…But putting on a brave face comes as the eventuality of the inevitable.
Faith will be questioned, judged and occasionally tested with earthquakes of reality…but faith is built on fundamental principals that are unquestionable and solid. This is still my country… for me 102 runs from 51 balls is not impossible it’s 2-runs-per-ball-probable…it’s the adrenaline that keeps me going and holds my head high…its what keeps me grounded when gravity fails…it’s the fact on which my dreams are built...maybe I am more of a dreamer than a realist but if being a part of this country and keeping my roots has even the slightest chance, it is a price I’ll willingly pay…and I will continue to teach starry eyed five year olds who want to grow up to be doctors and lawyers that this is still the most blessed land ever…because I know that will build the faith that will hold strong as it has for me..
The sun will shine through the bullet holes and it will shine brighter…tomorrow…but today…we will lick our wounds and patch the cracks that were rendered to that faith…and tomorrow we will continue to dream…of tomorrow..
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Take a Chill Pill....
Nerve wracking, mind numbing, goose bumping moments in life...how many of them have we had?? i think da best way to deal with crazy moments is to be a adreholic....get used to getting high on excitement....make the most critical situation in to a little mind game where you dare yourself to take the chill pill....dare yourself to control da situation and not vice versa...love the tension and live on the thrill...the satisfaction of realizing that you just beat the moment.....woah that'a gotta be worth it....
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I love you ‘cos u teach me what love is….
I’m warning you…you’ve heard this one before….who knows best to love? A child…What’s more thrilling than an unexpected peck on the cheek for absolutely no reason…everything about the way a kid loves is amazing…for them it’s a different language altogether..toffees and chewing gums for surprises and those little rhymes that thrill them to little giggling puddles…the way they bounce back from tears to toothless smiles…the way they hug each other for the heck of it…the way they sneakily take your hand when they know you’re sad…
Ask them to jump they jump so hard like they wanna touch the sky but they’re half your height…you wonder when and how that kind of enthusiasm and energy drains off..
and we wanna grow up….why?? If I only knew then what I know now….
Ask them to jump they jump so hard like they wanna touch the sky but they’re half your height…you wonder when and how that kind of enthusiasm and energy drains off..
and we wanna grow up….why?? If I only knew then what I know now….
huff and puff and blow the house down...
Didn’t work for the big bad wolf and it doesn’t work for the rest of us…loosing your head in a tough situation just blows things out of proportion… It sucks up the precious little energy you need to actually deal with the problem at hand… and it takes over every miniscule space in your body so that you’re drained of any positivity…So next time you’re listening to someone saying something you really don’t wanna hear…somewhere between your ears and your brain cells convert each and every word to one single word…BLAH….BLAH….BLAH….
a little piece of heaven...
Have you ever had kotthu with the best of friends sitting on a little step with salty wind blowing in your hair and the ocean waves shushing your banter… hot hot ‘yaara coffee’ with froth all over in the freezing cold bunched together and blowing mist from your nostrils…where you forget that we have only one common language and that’s not your mother tongue…but the words fall into place along with the rest of the world…and a prayer..let this moment last forever…great friends great kotthu….
I AM SRI LANKAN...
Three cheers to da lion cubs!!!!! awesome awesome stuff yesterday...damn u wish u were there watching it one on one live...I just love da way sri lankans party...its all-out-there-head-on-JAM for them... Bandanas, face paint, whistles and of course the grand Sri Lankan flag...even the tiny tuk tuks were overflowing with dozens of arms waving Sri Lankan flags...the car horns tooting to the papara rythem and the bicycles tilling to the beat... it was one crazy-hollar fiasco out there. The old gentlemen, drunk n doing the occasional tummy rub and the little battas trying to stay awake so that they can catch a glimpse of Malinga ayya's hair...and those tiny tots who gave up and lolled drowsily while everything around them blew out in one big smash!!! amazing amazing AMAZING... that's what life oughta be.....good kotthu...good friends...u leave your qualms and the balderdash behind and you let your hair down...the clean way of course...and you laugh and cheer your blues away!!! I love this country…
Monday, April 23, 2007
YaHEy!!
Hey fellow bloggers, peeps, dudes, dogs, fellas and bosom buds…well to get a few things straight and dandy…. I am NOT a chocoholic, am NOT a rock fanatic, am NOT a social psychopath nor a crazy dancer….YAA RIGHT…so first things first….Bites does not denote anything negative….contrary to popular belief reality does NOT suck my friends…no seriously…You just need to take of with a pinch of salt and a dash of tequila (just so you know I am an anti-alcoholic…IOW I’ve already got too much hype in me teehee!!!) So for the formerly mentioned ppl…So here's where u'll see the painful…brutal truths about life…raw and uncensored (NOT)….and hopefully I’ll be able to mess with this in my free time…besides I LOOOOVE to talk..
Heil life and everything that’s beautiful
Cheers
PoOH
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