Sunday, September 7, 2014

Betel Leaf Astrology

Soothsayer: Your story may not have such a happy beginning, but that doesn't make you who you are. It is the rest of your story, who you choose to be.
Kung Fu Panda 2
Sometimes I feel I don’t pay attention to what is happening really around me. That’s why I had ended up at a Soothsayer instead of an astrologer on a Monday Morning at 7 am. My friend had mentioned about this great women she met who had sorted out all her problems, I assumed it was an astrologer. I mean aren’t astrologers a direct link to God like priests to find solutions.
On the way down winding lanes in Rajagiriya with some betel leaves in my hand, I asked my friend, does she need to know my charts and It was explained no she is a soothsayer she only needs to look at the betel leaves. Old habits die hard, it was always astrology, tarot or numerology. I looked at the betel leaves and wondered if I could see anything even a glimmer of my questions. The leaves just looked back at me accusingly saying no I don’t have answers for your questions.
The house was a small dodgy looking place already with eager beavers waiting for their turn. So I am not the only one who wants solutions at this time of the morning. An Old lady walked out, her hair disarray, tooth crooked, all the buttons in her old nightdress had been lost and had an array of pins to hold it together. She looked the Sri Lankan Version of Nanny Mac phee if not for the pins and night dress.
“She is the one!” Whispered my friend excitedly.
I had met a lot of people who have read my future, my past and my present. This old lady staring at me was a vision I had never thought I would encounter. Is she a quack I thought in my mind looking at her?
She stared back at me as if she heard me and said “You all have to wait for 2 hours because the time is not good right now, we start at 9,"

Thursday, September 4, 2014


After all these years I have come to the conclusion that Thursdays are the second best day of the week. 

Getting back to blogging can be very painful after a long absent, so one sentence at a time.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Colombo Comedy Show!

This was my Monday Night. I love stand up comedy and was so looking forward to the show. 

It was hilarious and had me laughing most of the evening. Some of the jokes were so true and amazed by the guys talents. My favourite would be Umar  The Pakistani guy for his timely and quick wit.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thala 2012

A mesmerizing dance performance by Channa upuli at Nelum Pokuna last Saturday was my weekend treat. The programme had the best of dance, music, costumes, performance and venue.

It was a proud moment to discover that this dance troupe had won first place at the Berlin Dance Culture festival 2012 competing with 92 countries. They truly deserve the win.

A few drummers performance was in between the dances were also highly catchy and fun.

The only issue I might have had was it started late as most programmes here do, when it ended at 10 pm, I was sad to leave.

The duo channa and upulis daughter who performed has got the talent. The father daughter dance was just beautiful.

A lot of thought had been taken in the choreography, costumes and jewellery,  you are at one moment trying to take it all in.

The troupe has gone some of the best talent in Sri Lanka and the hardwork and practice put in shows.

view some photos here :

Thursday, November 8, 2012

"Wonder" By R.J. Palacio


Wonder by R.J. Palacio, a children’s book but was suggested by the Bookstore Chapters and Verses for Adults. I did wonder for a moment what could be in it, do I have the patience to read a children’s book. ( I was tired of reading to the nine year old who had an attention span of five seconds), curiosity got the better and I picked a copy.

What a fantastic book, which makes so many emotions, and thoughts to run across your mind. You are left with the feeling that you should share this with your child. So I suggested the thirteen year old to read it. The thirteen year old took one look at the back page and said “are you serious it sounds depressive so I can’t read it”.

She watched me take the book out and read it and make notes. It was important for me that some of the little lessons in the book should be incorporated into my life. One week later, I found my 13 year old with her nose deep into the pages. So we finished the book and got into a discussion and an agreement that as far as we could we should choose kind over right.

A quote from Book:




― R.J. Palacio, Wonder

Tags: kindness, precept, righteousness

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

A Silent retreat at Haputale!

Dh had been praising wonders of this beautiful place he discovered entertaining clients, and we both got the opportunity to travel and stay a night at Haputale. The first thing that strikes you is the beauty of the resort which overlooks mountains and forests. The second thing is the silence, pin drop!

Melheim in the morning!
Melheim resort, Beragala Haputale.

The service of the place managed by Mr. Dias and his crew is exceptional. The food (me being vegetarian) was divine.

The night we stayed they set out a candlelight dinner in the garden, and it was just one of the best ambience.

When I had thought that their culinary talents were spent for the dinner, they surprised us with a proper Sri Lankan Breakfast.

Melheim At Night!

The Bandarawela and Haputale area food are truly yummy, maybe for the climate or that they have some exceptionally good cooks in that area.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Lady In Red/ orange~! Part 1

  Nine year old shouts “ Mummy you have white hair as many as Aachis”

Look at self in the mirror and almost knock the car.

Does hair turn white over night? Must be after all the stress of dealing with the kids, the nanny, the job, and mom and mom in law. Well I will fix it today first thing.

No wonder DH hardly recognizes me, must be reminding of his long lost aunt.

  9.20 am : Now how hard is it to get an appointment on a saturday. They are all taken, I wonder how the other women have plenty of time to go and get themselves fixed.

  10.20 am : Got an appointment and now sitting in salon with the girl checking my hair in wonder. “How long have you not tinted it now? “ She asks with amazement.

“I don’t know three or four months?” I reply. “This is going to take up the whole morning” she huffs and puffs. I try to look apologetic.

What is it with salons and the girls there who make you feel like you are some hopeless case.

  10.30 am : “Brown tint please!” I request. She rolls her eyes and goes about her work.

11.15 am : I am reading the Hi magazine and drinking a glass of water. Well they did offer me tea or coffee , and when I requested some tea they said they had none.

  11.45 am : The hair is washed and being blow dried, I am still starting at the glitterati in the magazine.

  12.00 pm : The girl does a tremendous show and proceeds to show my hair and I scream in horror. I am officially the mascot for clown world. My hair is red with a highlight of Orange.

I am full force crying now, with the salon around me gushing that I look terrific and red is the new black/brown which is actually ORANGE RED.

. “You look amazing!” Says one.

“You look like you lost five Kgs!” Says another.

“You look like you just had a face lift” Says the customer next to me.

I am recovering myself after some ice coffee was put into my hand with loads of compliments thrown in for free.
  I tip the girl 200 bucks for the scene created. Now let me go face the music, maybe I will just live with a hat on my head forever.