Sunday, July 3, 2022

To not cry anymore and to let go

This for my dearest Huski. Huski with an "i" coz she is our Husky. Even though I decided to keep crying everyday to keep your beautiful face printed in my memory. It is physically getting difficult to do so anymore. So baby, I will let you go. If you wish to be mine again I hope you come to me. Bt I didn't wanted take that promise from you coz if you wish to go to peace with all the good you've done, Baby you're entitled for your own heaven. Bye Huski! You have a piece of my heart with you! Keep it safe with you! I will always love you! I know I can't love anything more than I love you.
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Her name is Huski. This is her story. Seven years ago when I was coming home in an evening, my father told me we might have a new guest. He told me there was this pretty little girl walking around all scared and confused and that he asked if she wanted some milk, lunch and a place to stay. He told me it is her choice to stay coz maybe she might find another place. But when we arrived home she was still there resting and sleeping peacefully by the milk bowl. Even before I saw her, my father said she is just as pretty as a Husky and we could name her Huski. When she looked at me with those prettiest eyes I knew how my father was spell bound. I was the same. Of course she is our Huski. She chose us. She is the most happiest bundle of joy. She grew up so fast. She is soooo smart. 
When there's something bad going down and the culprit is her, I would report on the spot to my fsther saying "Thaththe, menna Huskiii...... " . She knew I was about to tell on her. So she spoke even louder than me with the same rhythm drowning my voice. So Thaththa had to come and see why the two sisters are arguing. Usually when she is smart like that she gets rewarded for her bad behaviour and I get the blame coz I wasn't looking after her as the big sister. She always knew how to ask for attention. When we have a foot or a hand hanging by the chair she would simply walk by as she is getting petted by accident and if she sees it worked, she would stay there until she gets enough. She is sooo smart!
When she got pregnant and suddenly she had her stillborn babies, everyone was so worried and that was the first day I realized I could loose her. Finally she had her babies. 4 babies, 3boys and a girl. I instantly became the nanny to those babies. because not everyone got fed equally. I had to separate the fat babies and sing them to sleep while she fed the other babies. She trusted us so much around her newborns coz she knew that she knows nothing about babies. When the babies starting the solid food she immediately gave up the mother role and as I was too involved. She was like two can't do this. I did the hard part now you take care of the rest. Then I cooked the most healthy balanced meals for the babies and fed them. They almost choked on the first day and I remember how Huski walked away from the scene looking at me like you clean up your mess! Her beautiful traits were devided among those babies. A pretty one, a smart one, a silly one, and the adorable one. Those babies wouldn't fight with her for treats or special treatments becoz she always came first. It's always Huski comes first kind of a concept even before me. She was so spoiled.
That's why I still can't believe the words I heard, "Huski is gone, she is not there anymore". I couldn't believe it. I still can hear those words. I always say to everybody take Shakespeare's advice and love moderately. But I didn't take that advice and I realized that last week. It will always be a missing piece of heart which I will always feel. I can imagine how my father would sit beside her and talk to her until she went on her final journey. I know I couldn't be there bt if I were, I would've asked her to stay and come back and all those obligations that she'd feel like she'd have to do. I only hope she went peacefully with all the love she can carry. Good Bye Huski. We were privileged to be loved by you!

Sunday, April 3, 2022

Writing for Sri Lanka.!



Three years ago unfortunately I had to write a post titled as "writing from Sri Lanka" after a brutal attack on children of Mother Sri Lanka; the easter attack. Eventhough the responsible powerful hands were not brought to justice for three long years,  today I'm writing this with a peeking pride about the children of Mother Sri Lanka who stand together, setting aside all the differences. The differences, which were used by those so called opportunistic politicians to devide us for decades. 
It was a German Pastor, Martin Niemöller who said in 1946, in a post war confessional prose  " First they came for ........." 
Recently, I saw the same prose in a protest plaque in an independent protest which said the same thing;
"First they came for Tamils, I didn't say anything coz I'm not Tamil....
Then they came for Muslims, I didn't say anything coz I'm not Muslim..
Then they came for me. There is no-one to speak for me" (credit to the original author)

These four lines exactly say how they used to rule us. They didn't lead us. They ruled us with monarchy, tyranny and using the division against us, showing a bougeyman with racism. Denying, neglecting and silencing any idea or a person that goes ahead of them. Not only journalists, but also activists and a talented sportsman was silenced by that same tyranny. 
But, today seeing the young generation holding the candle of hope and standing together against the oppression makes me proud to say I'm Sri Lankan through and through. 

The one sole family who forgot their duty to the country is the major reason that the country is at the brink of bankruptcy. Is there any family in the world that has a bank account with a sum more than the country's treasurery! I am disgusted to say it would probably be this one family. That's why the people want to take back what they owe to us. The money they embezzeled just by starting unsustainable projects without thinking about how to pay back that darn loan. 
The position of president, the sentences that were changed again and again in the constitution to give an incomparable power to one person has made a mess of a country. The overruling of all the independent committees, chasing away the talented people from positions like chief justice to make the "machan-decisions" added to the mess.
When I read former chief justice Dr. Shirani Bandaranaike's memoir, "Hold me in contempt", it gave me the goosebumps of seeing the danger of power in the wrong hands and the importance of deviding power among unbiased parties. 
Today Sri Lanka faces the cumulative effects of all these terrible moments. But seeing a generation standing up at their own account and their stand alone is making a noise against the ignorance of a selfish tyranny is a juxtaposition of this country's future. 
It is a independent movement. 
A plea against the corruption! 
A voice for the proper, responsible, real representation that the country deserve!! To make sure that the parliment is a sacred place to do a duty and they are just civil servants. 
Most importantly the general public has the sole authority over them.
Last but not least how about requesting qualified personnel with zero corruption charges to volunteer to save the country with better decisions!! Then you could see where their heart is at!!