The attack on the Sirasa crew or the attack by the Sirasa crew is still the subject of discussion followed by the ban on Akon to enter Sri Lanka as government refuses to grant visa for his arrival.

How are the three intertwined?? Well apparently the latest claim according the ITN news is that the people who were portrayed to be throwing stones at the media house were first attacked by the workers of the media station and hence they turned aggressive in self-defence.

What were their claim of right to be there? As the spokesperson for the demonstrators/alleged attackers their presence was with the sole intention to protest against the Akon concert that was to take place in Sri Lanka. A right to peaceful demonstration on their part. (or so they claim)

The height of all this is that religion is also dragged into the question thanks to the claim that Akon has been disgracing Buddhism in his videos.

What’s the conclusion?? Well I guess it’s bye bye Akon concert, and all those who already bought tickets check the reimbursement policy! Those who didn’t well be glad you didn’t 🙂

As for me I would care less 🙂

I sit in front of the TV after a very long time and watch the media channel havoc!! I am confused and I ask my mum who has done what. She is disappointed in me and accuses me of not living in this country(meaning Sri Lanka of course) and not having an ounce of knowledge in my head of what is happening around me. My dad decides to join in as well elated by the fact that such accusations were emitted out of my mum’s mouth and not his given the fact that it’s he who complains about my social ignorance on a constant basis.

I stare at the TV trying to understand the stupidity of the whole situation. There are all forms of people giving their opinion on what is supposed to have happened, who is supposed to have done it, who is to be blamed and also media rights. I try to identify at least one of them 😦

Luckily I manage to identify one but was a little confused as to which party he was representing. In a country of 2 million people the fact that there are over 300 parliamentarians does not help my cause, neither does the fact that they keep jumping from one party to another.

I am a strong believer that this country has too many elections, too many politicians and that the news most of the time is rubbish. (well not this particular news item but in general).

I complain about the fact that they do not have the name of the speaker on the screen leaving hapless creatures like me confused.

I make a mental note to make a list of all the parliamentarians and their pictures engraved into my head and say it out loud to make my stand. My dad says “well most of the people in the country do know most of them!!”

Then only it occurred to me how they would!! Frankly I couldn’t fathom how could they wouldn’t?? These peoples’ faces stay glued to our walls for most part of the year!!

Too annoyed by the repetition of the same information over and over I get up and walk to my room thinking of making better use of my time and not wasting my brain cells on answering the question popping in my head ie “ok who may this guy be??”

Some people learn from their mistakes.  I be an exception. I hear none pay heed to none. Simply dig my own grave with my own hands putting dust one showel at a time upon myself. It’s a slow death which awaits me, choking, sneezing ( those who know me would know of my allergy to dust) and suffering.

Literature read states pain is what we bestow upon ourself through our own goodwill (well the word good does not seem to fit in, nevertheless) but then i be yet to seize control of my mind. I value the capacity to have emotions, to feel not numb, not turn my heart to stone. Guess while the dust be my covering my heart  tries  retainment of  its normalcy. Be the rebel, hence fight for its survival. For cause I at loss to grasp.

I, digging my own grave yet  fail to retain its morbidity. Somehow, it seems it makes sense. Let the idiot dig her own grave, and lie in it!

Let me sleep on my bed of gravel till this heart that rebels succumbs and accords to the signing  of treaty of stone.

I wake up in the morning like everyday, a little late than the normal people do and decide that I need more means of expressing myself. (Well not that I lack means of expression, it’s merely that I prefer to expand my network.) Well those who know me would not find it to their pleasure as many have informed me that I am too expressive or that  I let my personal life to be read like an open book (ofcourse with their personal lives interwined to it.)

Well here is my mission. To type what comes to my head into this blog without causing defamation or slander, to cry for those that matter and then just type in whatever that does not matter to me but might matter to others, and most of all to find solace in words at times of my loneliness and sadness as well as to express the jubilation at times of triumph!!

Hence the humble request: Please bear with me!

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