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A thursday!

4th November 2011.
Death is powerful. It always strikes us, all mortals alike, with a huge blow; no matter how we defend ourselves, line ourselves up with wealth and power. It renders us helpless in the end, and ultimately wins every battle. It is shocking, even more so, when it happens to someone close; someone unexpected; someone out of blue; someone, who is young and dynamic; someone whom you had just chatted two days ago in face book. But this article is not on death or for death; because death is like a big black hole; a swallowing emptiness; no one knows for sure what it is or what happens when a person dies.
3rd November. It was a regular Thursday. I went to University, as always. I was out of internet access as it was a public holiday, the previous day. I went and logged onto my account. I had a message from my friend and she was asking me if the news was true, if Mukesh Dai died. Shocked and confused, I scolded her in reply for being so senseless and silly. Then as I logged into my face book, I saw my seniors’ status updates all wishing Mukesh daii would rest in peace. Bewildered, utterly confused I checked his wall. And there it was: more than 100 posts written. Some had posted how shocked they were; some were complaining about god’s injustice; some just grieved at the loss of their dear friend; some were saying how important he was for them; some still unable to believe the tragedy, were asking him to reply back on face book that he was ok. I was already crying. As I scrolled down his wall, the reality punched into my guts harder and harder. There was a car accident two nights ago, and he had passed away in the crash; away from home in Ohio. Continue reading

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trip to kovil

5th November 2011.
“So, you are a Hindu?” my supervisor had asked. “I am a Hindu-Buddhist”, I had replied. “But you go to a Kovil, don’t you?”I was bewildered. “Kovil? No, I go to a temple”. “We call it Kovil there, the Hindu temple, where Tamils go?” he had added with a smile. This conversation was almost a month ago, during our first meeting in Thailand. He had said that there were many Kovil, less than Buddhist temples of course, but quite many. The nearest one was in Welawatta and it was the most famous one in Colombo. “But I don’t want you to go alone,” he had added,”It’s not safe for girls to go around alone, especially the foreign girls”.
This was the cautionary statement that he added in our every conversation about Sri Lanka. He is scared; concerned for me. I wondered if he is worried so much because I act too immature for my age or just because of the fact that I am a foreign girl. I am after all his responsibility in Sri Lanka. Humph!
Anyways, I had a long weekend and there was no one to take me around Colombo. I had wasted my previous weekend too due to the similar reason. So, I decided to go alone at least to the Kovil, despite my supervisor’s concerns. My supervisor is a nice guy; a wonderful guardian and a good-hearted fellow. I didn’t want to lie to him, so instead I talked to my co-supervisor, convinced her (in a way) and then went around. I had searched for the place in Google map, learnt the routes by heart and written all the place names in my book (the names are pretty hard, I must say). My flat-mate had suggested that I take an AC bus. But I wouldn’t exactly be feeling Colombo, with the AC around me now, would I? She still warned me that I should not go alone, but I didn’t listen. In fact everyone whom I told of my plan had said “Oh! So you are going? Alone? Do you know the way? Don’t talk to anyone. Take an AC bus and come back soon.” So many warnings, as if I was on to find another America! So, I got out of the flat at 3:30 pm, with all the warnings and cautions, and waited for the bus. But no bus came. So, I walked to Katubedda junction and got on the bus to Colombo. It wasn’t an AC bus and though it was hot, I kind of enjoyed it. Luckily, the bus conductor could reply in English as well. So, I get off at Wellawatta but the conductor said that the Kovil was still a stop away. The Kovil was actually in Welawatta- Bambalapitiya border. So, I got on the bus again, people were nice. They smiled at me and asked me if I was a tourist. Some of them even drew maps for me voluntarily to show me the directions. I got off the bus, at the correct stop this time, and across the road I could see the Kovil, Sri Manika Binayakaga Kovil. Continue reading