Ronique - a place where hearts overruled minds....

The first teacher, the first class, the first friend… the first’s will always leave that special footprint in our hearts… also a first job….

Ronique....69..., ward place.…. purple…… orchids… the big white coloniel house…. wooden stairway… fingerprints… soo many memories… so much of life and love which flowed by to forget…

It was not just a job for most of us…. it was a dream of one person which everyone of us shared… a baby of one person of all of us try to nurture… a wish we all wished for and a belief we all had faith in…

Its just like yesterday, the good old days of getting updated on missed episodes on teledramas, gossiping about bosses while displays…. eating ashani’s toast in mornings….. fights between himaya and arosha….., niranjan’s classic tie collection….. eating anuradha’s lasgna…. make up orientations for me and gail by malika and anuradha….

Marketing meetings…., ashani’s daily presence in our room to come in and scold how loud the department was atleast twice a day…. somaratne’s crush on anuradha…., fights between finance and marketing followed by a stressed out katty….., sessions of teaching Katty Sinhala slang…., singing in marketing room when shamilal is not in office…., gail’s dancing lessons…., crazy birthday surprises…loong lunch hours which annoyed shamilal... spying and stalking... GOSSIPPING.... ;)

Launches at Lady Hilton…. launches and launches… Little Ronique…. MITHUN who introduced bribing to work and who became one of the women…. daily drama at designers room… a confused naughty kasun, a mischievous laughing warna a yelling himaya everyday was a cherry on the cake for us… (ohhh plus the red underwears)

Grand arrival of toby who I thought was the love of my life…. Avurudu ulela where Niranjan became “Avurudu Kumaraya” and how Kanchana got scolded by Somaratne for carrying away a board :P

The looks on faces when Himaya got a huge paper weight during Secret Santa …. when Mithun got a plastic bunch of roses for Secret Valentine and a letter by shamilal to Chandrani which we were all dying to read but never got a chance…. When shamilal realized we stole his blue couch… :P

Kanchana my first boss who taught me punctuality... made me watch world news because i didnt know who Condaliza Rise... I go prepared and on time for any meeting is the scolding I got from him… and the training, the confidence and trust he had in me keeps me going even today…

Shamilal, NOT my first boss but my favourite boss….. taught me ABC’s in marketing…., he was a brother I never had …. Not many bosses will be shell shocked when you cry and sweetly do something to cheer you up… he will always be the best boss anyone could ever ask for…

The reason I joined Ronique will always be Kanchana, my first boss…. But the reason I stayed for two and a half years will always be Shamilal….

Dear Ronique,
joining you will always be the best decision I made….,
you gave me
my first job which made me dream beyond boundaries….,
the best teacher I could ever wish for, an inspiration to last a lifetime…
the best boss I could ever ask for…
a brother whome I can wake in the mid night on a random day and jabber nonsense with… (mithun this is u :P)
a sister who forgets I exist….. (most of the time :P )
a lifelong friend whom I can count on for a hug when im feeling down….
i owe you for everything i've become today....

Today we all have moved on…. working hard to live our lives…. for what we still believe in … its never going to be the same… but we knew despite everything one day it will be a memory to look back and smile…
and today it makes me smile looking back at the
Great times
Fights….
Laughter, ball fists, banging on tables and screaming….
Messed up plans to tensed meetings....
Anger, Disappointments and Drama….

My home away from home for two and a half years…. an extended family I will always love…. the place which taught me that a career is not a job… the moments I spent will always stay a part of me….those days will always make me smile.... when i feel tired, sad and think i have no strength to go on....i think of the times i had at a place where beauty transcends time to make me alright….

In a world where fake people, lies, drama, backstabbing exist....in a world where values were measured only in rupees and cents....in a world where minds overruled hearts and souls..., so much love was shared... so much of memories existed... and still does...

coz
Ronique was a place where hearts overruled minds.... :)

pacheee......

Here I’m writing as promised on ur birthday…. Sweetie ur full of soo much of action and drama…. A note would be an understatement, I would have created an entire soap opera like “Praveena” if I had a sponsor to back me up with…… :P

The Carefree….. Naughty….. Tom Boy…
Your hair was like a helmet on a head, so we used to call it helmet cut,until you convinced us that it was Shah Rukh Khan’s hair cut in dilwale dulhaniya lejayenge LOL… because of u jabbering about him soo much, I started liking SRK (and now u dont like him because he is by ) you were one of the most kiddish annoying ones to be around with…. You used to draw tippex on our hands in class, again Hoshala was the innocent victim coz I drew on ur hand from the pen when u did that…. U used to sneeze loudly in class and once the entire class got scolded from 3K coz of that…. u dragged us when it rains to the corridor so we could do “dekho barish ho rahi hai” and run when a teacher passes by….
U used to know every dance step of Shah Rukh Khan and we had a time when we couldn’t stop you from dancing for “chaiya chaiya” in Kotmale during the trip…. Ur laugh was so infectious when u start giggling u make everyone around u join in…. u were rude and used to laugh at all of us all the time…. When nips ate all our food, when hoshala gets into a backstreet boys mood or maybe at a class monitor…. also when 3K’s dentures popped out while scolding the class… Remember the day I got slapped? Everyone were too shocked to do anything but stare u were the first to start laugh out loud…..

“Queen of my heart”, the pretty thing that every guy wanted to date…… ;)
I am soo tempted to write the list of admirers and the stories around….. but since its like attempting suicide I shall just highlight in point form…. ;)
Remember the guy who wrote on the walls of Shakthi “queen of my heart” :D
Remember the guy who came running to talk to u with polished shoes mesa dekak and banku dekak peralagena…
Remember the guy who drew a portrait of you on ur birthday….
Remember the guy with super pink lips…….. :P
Remember the guy who gave u a puppy? The one who drove behind u all night……? (sorry babes he will always be my favourite)
Remember the guy who was looking like Dino Morea? I truly thought he would be the one for u….
Weird Chinese guys…..
and then the pilot….. :D
Well technically, u had athletes, engineers, doctors, artists, bankers, designers etc……. and pilots :D

“pachi ge idala idala daivaye liyawila inne ara cheena kola da danne naa neda?” – Nipunika Solangaarachchi (sorry pachee I had to quote this… btw his name is Tyron)

Strong… determined…. Powerful London chic….
You reached into a new life when you were in London alone…. U believed in yourself, you fought for what u believed in, you struggled, you survived….

“Some things in life doesn’t come in golden platters, at times like that, we are left with our heart, soul determination along with a strong will power to carry us through all… if we can listen to our heart and walk towards our soul….., we can survive….”

I was and will always be proud of you for how you’ve walked through these months in your life with dignity and strength….. it was hard and it always will be to look back, but I know you will look back one day and smile at that phase in your life which made you stronger….
The tears, the pain…. the trauma …. will be ur biggest strength one day…..,
and then u can smile and say “it was worth the pain”….. and u will…., that’s my promise to u….

“she has a heart so good, every time she listens to it she ends up falling in trouble….”- Akila Kodituwakku

The Impatient Reckless woman who carries her heart in her sleeve :p
You coming back to Sri Lanka made us happy, and finally all my favourite people were back in the country… Babes you are the most reckless driver iv ever seen, the violent, careless woman who gets what she wants one way or the other….. I wanted to kill you that day when you drove all over Colombo till 4pm to find that restaurant to stalk “you know who”

“paaluwa okkoma makune pachi lankaawata awama thamai” – Nipunika Solangaarachchi

You taught beauty tips and grooming techniques to Nippa, (well you had to scream to make her do all those….. :P) (well aki and I are yet to practice things u taught us, neda aki?) Mostly…u taught me how to follow my heart and not give a damn about what the world say….to fight for what I believe in… and to STALK PEOPLE :P

“Pachee is not like a friend, she is more like a little sister who needs to be protected…., I always think “pachee ko? Monawa karagena da danne naa….”
- Hoshala Rajapakse

“Being with pachee is just like going on a wild crazy drive, just like when she is in the driving seat…. I’m tensed, I’m worried, I’m practically praying…. till she reaches a destination…., im not sure where she will turn, when she will break or when she will reverse…. :p“
- Nipunika Solangaarachchi

“she has been there for me, to thread my eyebrows, to go dancing, to sleep, to cook..….. she is so close to me and a part of my life…. im always looking out for her coz I don’t know what on earth she will be upto…. im proud of what she is today”
- Akila Kodituwakku

Pacheee…….,
I’ve never seen any other woman who stops to look at a “hot pair of alloy wheels” and with such a cleaning disorder…. (I know my room is a mess and THANK YOU for cleaning it on a weekly basis :)
You are very impatient u drive me mad, extremely unpredictable that every time I get a call from you I think “oh god I hope she is ok” you are one of the most caring and loving women I’v ever seen, you don’t give 100%, you give 200%..... and u expect same from the ones u love….
You carry your heart in your sleeve, so honest and true to yourself that you get yourself into a huge mess… u kick me randomly while sleeping, you poke me and wake me up when u want to talk about “ahem” and u stress me out so much I need a redbull if I spend two days with you at a stretch….
You are the best example of who knows how to screw situations in grand royal style….. :P and you are also the best example to follow your heart too much and end up in shit…. and the best example to follow your heart despite all blames you get to unscrew situations you screwed up by mistake… (the best quality I see in you and I will always be proud of you for going that extra mile to make an apology…. and fix back things you broke accidentally )

You are wild, you are crazy… too much to handle…. and should be handled with care…. Highly inflammable and explosive… and needs to be handled with caution….

You are one of my most favourite people in this whole world…,
One of the best gifts I could ask for,
I feel blessed to have you as a part of my life…. (although you give me heart attacks and shocks every two days)
Being with you makes me stressed….., makes me mad….. makes me happy and makes me MYSELF….
I will always be there beside you like I’ve always been, no matter where you wanna go…. (since we’ve been to hell a couple of times, preferably anywhere else)
From ironing my hair to cleaning my room, from watching stupid hindi movies to dancing to tamil songs….. from talking about old crushes to stalking men who haunt us…
you have been,
THE BESTEST BEST FRIEND i could ever ask for…..
I love you a lot…… (just saying : incase u haven’t realized it)

"what if..."

Letters to Juliet, Cliche it is, but moved me....

haze quoting the letter from Sophie to Claire to u.... go follow ur heart :)

"'What' and 'if' two words as non-threatening

as words can be....

But put them together side-by-side and they

have the power to haunt you for the

rest of your life....

'What if?..... what if?..... what if?

I don't know how your story ended....

But I know that if what you felt

then was true love then

it's never too late....

If it was true

then

why wouldn't it be true

now?

You need only the courage to

follow your heart...

I don't know what a love like that

feels like...

a love to leave loved

ones for,

a love to cross oceans

for...

but I'd like to believe if I

ever felt it....

I'd have the courage

to seize it , Claire....

And if

you didn't, I hope one day that you

will....

All my love,

Juliet"

Dearest Nippa…. (How the brown haired girl I hated so much became my best friend )

Ok here im writing again inspired by how u guys motivated me to write when I complained about bed resting for I don’t know till when…

And since pachi gave me permission to write about Nippa first, here I go…..

Dearest Nippa…. (How the brown haired girl I hated so much became my best friend… )

Can u believe its just 17 more days to go? And a new beggining of your life is gonna start… damn… we are not kids anymore, hold it… we are growing old aren’t we…. :P

I still can remember this tall brown haired girl in school, (grade 3 we were I think) who was standing in front row with socks upto her knees… “we are not allowed to wear socks like that” I wanted to come and tell you… then I thought “maybe teachers are favouring her because she has brown hair”

Then few months later, u joined our school van… you were LOUD… I was horrified, how can be a person so loud… ? I wasn’t the loudest anymore… remember how we had to wait outside school till the van came pickin those slutty Lindsay girls? Once I asked you to hold my water bottle till I tied my shoe lace… that’s how we became friends….

But not for long!!!! Soon there were two teams in the van, one for u and one for me….

We were forced to sit next to each other in the van… last seat, last row…. Remember? i had gotten a new suitcase to take to school (for some crazy reason that was in fashion those days) and the next day u bought the same….. u copied me!!!!!! and the very next day…., I bought a different bag…. Hmpfffff…….

17 more days darling…. I’m excited… for u….hold it, im elated!!!! U should lose that double chin soooon, I agree with aunty on this, take my braces that ll help you starve in style like I did ;)

I couldn’t believe my eyes when we became class mates in grade 9…. The seat next to you was the only one vacant so I had no choice… I thought “crap…..” Didn’t realize it was fate back then….. but now I know it was ;-)

it didn’t take us long to fight again….

U ate all my food… !!!!

u liked Nick Carter!!! Nick??? How could someone like that mushroom haired pumpkin faced guy??

u told me Steven Gately was GAY!!! How could u ever……… say that??? (well you were right and I was heart broken later….. )

Remember that awful fight we had in the middle of the class? Anurika miss had to settle it… I was annoyed and u were outrageous….. the entire class laughed out loud…. I changed seats… and sat next to Hosh and Pachi…

And that’s when I became best friends with pachee…. (now that’s a another story :p)

Its less than 3 weeks….. and ur gonna get married!!! it was one of my dreams.… to see u as a bride next to the man u love….

Grade 10 trip to Kotmale was one of the most unforgettable trips…. apart from me getting slapped (that’s a different story again) that’s when we became enemies to best friends… During the camp fire, remember Anurika miss came and dragged us together in middle of the bon fire and said

“you two better be friends again….. enough of your stubbornness and nonsense”

I remember saying “im sorry… can we be friends again…..?” I couldn’t hear what u said coz the entire class clapped and cheered…. (now im thinking, why did I apologize??? Ur the one who ate my food :p) and seriously what did u tell that time?

but it will be the best apology I made in my life…. It always will be….

So then the brown haired girl became my best friend …

we still had fights…. But luckily for me, u had pachee to fight with since then… and I became the good one between u two ;P (I still am, and I still secretly enjoy the fights between u two…. evil laugh)

You ate our food!!! And instead of me, pachee started fighting with u :p (Hoshala was too innocent to fight and became the innocent victim of gastritis…. )

and we used to talk loudly annoyed, “the way she eats she better marry an iron man one day…. naththan honeymoon eke kota uda thamai“

a best friend can never curse…. even a curse will become a blessing…. and IRON MAN he was…. Who ran a marathon half of a City… handsome enough to suit you, sensible enough to stand by you and strong enough to run half a mile carrying you….. I knew it since the first day that he is the one for u….and didn’t u blast me off when I told u that…. :P nikan neme… with your famous word F…. (Prasad u owe me a HOT bestman for all this praising ;)

The brown haired girl I hated became my best friend…., the best friend I counted on and was protective over…. I still can remember how I get annoyed when boys used to tell “aaaaaaah nangie kondey malakada kaaala da??” I told off a guy at shakthi when we went for classes…. Thank god it soon became a fashion to colour hair or I would have bashed a few guys by now ;)

I still remember how u came to my place on my worst birthday ever when thaththi was sick and I was at home with him…. (since then u always came over every birthday), How u used to listen when I cried… and how u blasted and shutted me up when I didn’t stop crying….

We had to take turns to console and comfort each other…..yell and scream to convince each other…. sometimes 1am in the night or sometimes 6am in the morning…. We grew up… a part of us still are….

We got punished in school, we danced in the rain, we got attacked by crows everyday at canteen, we got harassed by school buses, we fought, we have practically killed each other, we have bitched about all men we knew (oh we do that still), we have laughed till we fell off the bed, we have cried till morning for silly reasons, we have slept together (as in not how it sounds), we have exchanged bras, we have secretly dressed in changing rooms with ugliest cloths and taken pictures to get blasted and almost arrested for shop lifting… and the list will go on….

Dear nippa,

I never thought the brown haired girl I hated so much would be the best friend who would come from Kalubowila to Nugegoda during a lunch break to give me medicine when im sick….

Never imagined that the brown haired girl I hated the guts out was the first person ill call when I got scared in hospital seeing my scans and reports….

I never even dreamed that the brown haired girl would be my best friend and psycho therapist to control me whenever I lost it…. (well this continues….and u still scream to prove a point)

I never thought that the brown haired girl who ate my food back then, would sit on the hospital bed with me and force me to eat that horrible food when I was sick…. (well I know what pachee is thinking, “hey its hospital food that’s why… :P )

I never thought I’d end up being the bridesmaid of that brown haired girl I hated soo much…

Remember how I had to yell at you couple of times to convince you he is the one…. :P (yes Prasad she is stubborn) u owe me a life time for this babe :P (yes yes I know that u will remind me where I should be when I lose track…. :)

Dearest Nippa,

the sister I never had, my best friend who yells at me to put sense to my head,

my psycho therapist who gives me medical definitions so I cant argue back,

my doctor who tells me the truth even though it will freak me out….,

Deciding to become friends with you in grade 10 is one of the best choices iv made in my life….

I’m excited….. I cant wait to get out of bed to go shopping for the big day, to wrap cake, to go for final fittons…. I cant wait…. to see you dressed as the most beautiful bride….

So here I am counting days…. Looking forward…. 17, 16, 15, 14….… I cant wait!!!!

true love does exist.... :)

Can anyone give a definition of what true love is? Unconditional? Conditional? Well… people do, but most of it seem too unreal and magical…

We were told that ordinary girls like Cinderella had Prince Charming falling for her….. (well she wasn’t ordinary… she was too pretty so she was hidden or something)… Then stories about a princess kissing a frog and he turns to be a prince… (seriously who were we kidding?? Too bad she didn’t have to kiss every frog in the pond to realize who the right frog is) then when we grew up we learnt about Elizabeth Bennet… who had Mr. Darcy to sweep her off her feet… Then came Mills and Boons, the total “I had a secret childhood past, that was why I was acting like a jerk” stories…. Then we grew up more and believed in Nicholas Sparks… the guy who wrote “a walk to remember” “note book”, “dear john”….

Married couples freak me out, honestly…. Except for a very few blessed ones… the phrases we hear very often “after 5 years love dies away and what you are left with is compatibility…” hmmm… maybe that’s why the corny movie lines doesn’t last… but then, how are we to know?

How does it happen? True love? Does it exist? If it does, will it last? Soul mates exist? I didn’t know….

Well… now I know it does… coz I met this exceptional person who proved me wrong…. A man who has been in love with his wife for the past 35+ years…

Usual start for a common love story… He was a tall dark handsome guy with a dimple and she was one of the sweetest ladies you can ever meet…. they met at work, they became friends… he dropped her home everyday…. Yes and eventually they fell in love… Then their families got to know… after a bit of fighting between families finally they tied the knot…. They were blessed with two daughters… lived happily ever after…. for 30 years… It’s a common love story, I know… until…

In March 2002 she was diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time…. It was hard and it was not going to be easy he knew… she knew it too… this time was hard…. and it was..

He was worried about the two daughters, so was she…. One was about to sit for her AL examinations and the other was a final year student in Law College…. They went on for 7 months… just like that…

In October 2002 she had to undergo an operation…. She had lost weight, she had lost her hair (almost all of it) she was fragile…. but she was in her high spirits… her eyes were bright and her laughter was still live…

But she was suffering…. More than her, he did… When the reports started getting worse day by day, he knew her days were numbered… But he was the strength to her and his daughters…. He was his usual self, he dropped his daughter off at classes, picked her up… made breakfast… made dinner….

And then she started getting worse… One night in October, before she was taken into hospital… before she was unconscious she said “thaththi, mey paara nang maawa goda ganna bari wei”…. He didn’t say anything…. Just smiled….

She lied in ICU for two nights while almost every organ in her body started to fail…. He was still strong, he was concerned about the visitors… he was concerned about his daughters, told them every detail of her last few minutes…

On 9^th October evening, doctor came out and asked them all to come in… and he had to switch off the machine… He was still strong, making calls, working every minute till the funeral ended…

Late that night he came near her wardrobe and selected the best white saree she had…. “where is the wig?” And picked her wig… “we need to put the wig … that’s how she will be remembered to everyone…not like this” she had the most beautiful hair, thick black and silky, I realized … He gave her jewellery to the daughters…., “ill keep the wedding ring” he said…

He cried the day of the funeral…. He knelt down near her corpse…. Then stood up and hugged the two daughters….

He never got back to the normal state… he does what he has to do…makes breakfast, makes dinner…. still takes care of his daughters… but he lost the spark, long time back…. He didn’t seem complete… He wasn’t…. he never will be….

After 9 years I visited him in hospital to see him lying on a bed…. While I was watching him, I realized that he has two wedding rings in his hand….. when he was getting his injections, he was clutching his hands….. when I looked closely I realized, one was his and the other belonged to her….

“He never took it off since ammi passed away…” his daughter said….

Now I know, true love does exist… around us, in front of us… everywhere… its just you need to see it, you need to feel it, you need to realize it…. to believe it :)

p.s. - his daughter has been my best friend for the past 21 years….

Susanthika... i will always love you!!!

It was 12 years back when the entire country came to a stand still… If I remember right, I was listening to the radio on my way just after school…. All vehicles in the roads stood still to listen to the few seconds of her race…. It was a wish that came true when 20 million hearts were right there beating for her….

She was a woman with confidence and dignity…., she was outspoken yes, but I believe that she was the only woman in this country who was brave enough to make a promise in national tv and a woman who had the faith and self confidence to make it true… She was called the “black beauty”… she was treated like a queen, she was loved by the nation for making a dream come true…

Was it the glory she brought in to the country made people adore her? Or is it the charismatic personality she had as a woman to stand by what she promised… for me it was the second… It always was… her courage to portray what she felt was amazing and rare….

When she announced that she will retire… “Wise decision”…. Some people said…. when others questioned why and why not…

True, people were amazed and fascinated by who she was and what she brought in… and also believed stories that went around about her personal life… few years down the line, she was just a “sportswoman” to many…

With the greatest difficulty of calling every possible place, finally to get the number I was elated to meet her… I was excited and thrilled as she was one of the very few women I’ve had immense love and respect on growing up as a teenager….

She was not what I saw 12 years ago… she was different, she was calm, she was silent, she was quiet…

She had all the banners which had been put up for her when she came back with the medal… she had all the front page news articles laminated and framed kept inside…, all her pictures made me realize that there was something else missing in her…. It was her smile…

For us it was just a story… her courage was appreciated… but maybe the price she had to pay for it had cost her a lot more than anyone could ever think of… The spark she had in her eyes are not there anymore… Living alone with her 2 and half year old son she is a fulltime mom now…

When I asked her what she is planning to she said, “I will go to America…. I need to study further, I need to be a professional sports consultant… it will take me few years but I will do it somehow” she said…

And then she smiled…. That smile which only showed hope and happiness… the smile I remembered…

No…. I realized… Her courage and her confidence is not lost… she is still a fighter…. And she always will be….

she will be a woman who will always speak her mind… a woman with an undying courage… a woman no one can ever pull down… a woman with a strength that no man could ever have....

“I miss it, I miss being there….. “ she said….

and I hope she would come back to the country she loves… cause Sri Lanka needs her than she’ll ever realize…

drawing lines... and crossing them....

“Boundaries don't keep other people out; they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross...”

Sometimes people are scared... scared to build relationships… scared to fall in… fall out and also to let go… They draw boundaries… not for others but themselves, to fence them in… a line not to cross… so they don’t get hurt… so they are protected, not from other people but themselves… But sometimes you cross the line, you cheat to yourself… you don’t know when or how it happened it just happened…

People label relationships… give it a name and expect something else… get disappointed when things don’t go the way they want them to go... and blame the relationship… and tighten the boundary line which was never intended to cross…

Sometimes relationships cannot be labeled… yes we do it for our benefit, to find excuses to cross lines and fence ourselves in.. but at times we need to accept it for what it is… understand what it is and then deal with it… we need to know that every relationship is not friendship, not brotherhood or sisterhood but sometimes it can be unexplained.. undefined and un-understandable (I don’t think such a word exists)

At every relationship we want commitment… commitment and loyalty… what scares us is that the commitment wont exist or the loyalty will fade... so we tie ourselves to a label… to a boundary… to a deadline… hoping against all odds that we wont get hurt…

There are times when even the best of us cant commit, and we may be surprised at the commitments we're willing to let go… commitments we are willing to hang on to... True commitment takes effort, trust, love, loyalty and sacrifice… Which is why sometimes… we should learn to accept people for not committing…

We can waste your life drawing lines... or we can live your life crossing them... But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross…. Some people are bold enough to cross them, take the risk and get hurt… can call it stupidity (that’s what I call them :P) but we will never know unless we take the chance to cross… sometimes u cant let a boundry make decisions… sometimes you should take the chance and go with the flow.. ;)

"No matter how high the stakes, sooner or later you're just gonna have to go with your gut… and maybe, just maybe, that'll take you right where you were supposed to be…."

Boy next door…. with value addition services ;)

I wrote on ur request D, under the promise that u save me when ur past, PRESENT & future girlfriends want to slap me :P

He is tall, dark with a dimple and curly hair… its fair enough to say he got it all but quite unaware of what he is worth… One of the easiest people to read… what u see is what u get… extremely simple, his face says it all… you know when he is depressed you know when he is happy… He is blessed, truly blessed… one of the rare guys who never gave any mixed signals or messages… silent and observant among his gang, he ll know to keep the image of “the intelligent guy” when others screw up in royal manners…

A gifted person by nature, quite unaware of it… thinks everything bad in this world happens to him… extreeemly possessive towards the ones he loves… sensitive and revengeful, u see statuses on fb, read it… if it makes sense then watch out.. it must be for u… (Jayantha if ur reading this… refrain from commenting to his statuses coz its NOT for u) … a very good flirt in his peak these days managing to freak out few hotties…. And managing to attract quite a few too… using cost effective tactics to flirt…, benchmarking and adopting himself with usual standards… lol

He is a spoilt… utterly spoilt only child… has one hell of an ego... try harming it, ul get a negative vibe for the rest of your life… he is the type of a friend you can hangout late with a set of random strangers without any fear coz u know he will be there... the friend you can talk to when ur having a bad day … he is the friend you can bitch on about someone and be sure that ur secret is safe…

A guy who will go out of the way to be a friend… even to the extent to pick up the girl his friend ditched… a firm believer in following his heart, although it gets him into trouble millions of times… ambitious and focused… loses focus when a skirt comes his way at times… very sensitive… with his heart at the right place he is highly inflammable and breakable by the ones he is close to… doesn’t forget and forgive easily… revengeful but will meltdown easily with the right approach… falls into trouble with his high level of ego…

A kid at times, doesn’t know the roads in Colombo… sleeps till late on weekdays… chats online secretly during work.. watches matches and gets into trouble… sometimes says “I wish I was gay”… fancies his neighbor, plans way ahead of how to give her chocolates… drinks water from a vodka bottle to get the kick of vodka in every sip…

A guy who makes blunders and then regrets… a guy who can frown and smile at the same time… he struggles and goes out of the way to make things happen… believes in love... believes in trust… believes in friendship… he believes in life… a guy whome u can trust.. who can count on… a son in law any mom will want for her daughter… a son any mom could wish for... a brother any sister can count on… a friend who will be there… he is a guy whose worth more than a million dollars… the ideal boy next door… who believes in creating a value and leaving a mark of his own…

a babe in total control of herself ;)

A dreamgirl who has never stepped to USA, has an accent that nobody understands… When it comes to taking photos she is such a fusspot… when she is insulted by someone she turns to a drama queen until he freaks out… if its about the ones she love, she will walk that extra mile to make them happy… fiercely loyal to the ones she love, will do anything in the world to spend one moment with them… sulks on her birthday because she is the first among us to be one year older… has her own way with strangers and uses her charm on men she wants to charm around… loves all her bosses for obvious reasons… a diplomat to her annoying best friends who should be kept on track… A good conversationalist who will get you to talk but wouldn’t say a single secret about herself… one hell of a good listener who offers advice without assumptions… Sleeps through Sundays… could be extremely lazy when she wants to be…

stubborn at times… demands love from her favourite people… extra sensitive over the things that matters to her, sometimes it can be “which top goes with that skirt” or sometimes it can be about someone she loves… a mixture of following her heart and thinking through her brain… Sometimes analyzes too much before deciding things which causes her to be unpredictable… Believes in simple things in life… does little things to keep her happy which shifts from shopping to gossiping to a massage to a good nap depending on her mood… does what she wants and once her mind is set its very difficult to change… The best person to talk to when u need a reality check... sound advice or philosophical overviews… U dare insult a person she loves, she ll be the first to flame up till he turns to smoke… Believes in her instincts and would follow her gut even if it leads to hell… (lol aki we both know what we r talking abt here)

Overly defensive about the ones she believes in… Passionate about the things she does, she is afraid of getting hurt, she ties herself down to her comfortable zone and it could be very difficult for someone to drag her out of it even with a logical explanation… very uninfluencial…, even when everyone around her goes insane she keeps her sound mind… Has the strength to collect the shattered pieces of a person and pull her up and makes her stands on her own ground…

A mixture of sense and sensibility… an affectionate person… easy going and fun loving… always with a smile on her face… a friend who will threaten to slap you when u need one (and will stick to her word)... a sister who will know when to hug u and when to scold u… she will vary from a shopaholic to a chocaholic… (non alcoholic) she is at her best when she turns to a bitch which is a bonus to her friends…

She is a woman who makes mistakes… who accepts them and says sorry…, she is a woman who knows when to laugh… a woman who wakes up in the morning and drags herself to work wishing that she slept more… she is a woman who gets stressed.. a woman who knows how to have fun… she is a woman who is loved for what she is… a woman with pride... a woman who knows how to live… she is a woman in total control of herself…

thats why she is a "best friend"....

A friend is someone whome u can tell all ur secrets… because u know it will be kept safe…, a best friend is someone who knows ur secrets.., u don’t have to tell her, just one look and she ll know what ur thinking… dedicated to my best friends who kept me sane through all insanity.. unfortunately I cant write da best incidents :P

1. When u suddenly have a public meltdown a friend will squeeze ur hand and say “everything is gonna be alright” a best friend will drag you to the closest washroom and tell “cry now… next time u cry in public im gonna slap u”

2. When ur in hospital ur friend will bring you apples and flowers… ur best friend will send ur mom home and spend the night with u…

3. When ur not at home and when a friend comes…, she ll chat with ur mom drinking a cup of tea, ur best friend will go the kitchen and help her cook…

4. Ur friend will barge in to ur room look at the mess and laugh… ur best friend will start cleaning it out for u…

5. A friend will ask u whats wrong… a best friend will figure out whats wrong…

6. When u want to sneak behind ur guy to see if he is cheating on u, a friend will say “he is a jerk, he is not worth it”... a starving best friend will go around Colombo with you to hunt him down :P

7. A friend will borrow your cloths and return in few days… a best friend will steal your cloths and will never return back…

8. A friend invites you for lunch…., a best friend comes in, goes to the kitchen and eats in ur kitchen…

9. When ur sick, a friend will call to see if u are alright…, a best friend will walk all the way to ur office with a bundle of capsules and syrups…

10. When ur having an exam the next day and haven’t studied a bit, ur friend will wish and pray for u, ur best friend will call u and will start teaching u just so u wont screw up…

11. When a random guy is being a pain in the ass and doesn’t get that “you are not interested” a friend will tell him off… a best friend will pretend to be your girlfriend to scare him off…

12. When u lose touch with a friend, it takes a while to catch up, friends need to be updated.. best friends have telepathy…, they just know… ;)

Friends can be seasonal… friends can be opportunists… friends can be disappeared after some time… friends can betray… friends can fallback after some time… friends may come in to your life and they may go away…

Best friends will be there, they have life time membership… they are authorized to influence you, to slap you, to kick u and sometimes even to kill u before u dig ur own grave…

That’s why u call her a “best friend”… because she is exclusive in ur life and authenticated to steal ur stuff… (not boyfriends) That’s why we call her a best friend, because she knows u in and out… and she wont be shocked with the wildest decisions u make…, because deep down inside she knows u better than u know urself… and she has faith in u, more than u have in urself… she will bring the best in u because she believes in u more than anyone else… J

Well played boys… 2015 is not far away…. !!!

It was an awesome feeling when everything began on 19^th of Feb… a season of joy, fun, team spirit … Sri Lanka was on such a hype that every office in Colombo seemed to be empty by 2.30 on a day that Lanka had a match to play… Country was filled with wishes, prayers, cutouts, banners and loads of songs about our beloved cricket team wishing them luck…

Among us, there were one or two who loudly predicted that “SL wont atleast qualify for quarter finals” But for the rest of us it was one wish.. one prayer... one hope.. one thought… We had our fingers crossed…. SL qualified day by day… people cheered across every street, every corner, every lane, every house when each boundry was played… people blasted the team when catches were missed (I thould I’d kill thilan Samaraweera for missing that catch and chamara silva for almost ruining the match)…

Semi Finals was a smooth smooth ride giving us lots of hopes, increases of heartbeats and adrenaline rushes… Entire Colombo was filled with blue t-shirts by Friday… it was such a hype everyone was looking forward to… Murali was given the best send off ever during his last match in the island…

We lost, lost with grace as I see…, but sad to see that many Sri Lankans don’t feel the same… Some say god decided to break 20 million hearts because he couldn’t break 120 crore hearts… 2^nd of April was a heart breaking day… tears of sadness mixed with tears of pride was in every Sri Lankan’s eyes… some saw it in a different way… At the end of the day its how everyone accepts defeat… some blame it on the team, some blame it on the President (as usual), some blame it on sanga…, some blame it on the selectors… some just simply accept that we did mistakes but Indian team played better cricket than we did…

“dear sanga..., u showed character and strength as a true captain... dignity with every step u took as leader... all the blames which come ur way today will be forgotten in a while & u will be written in history as one of the most charismatic captains ever.... keep shining.. il always love u…” I posted this on Kumar Sangakkara’s Facebook wall when I heard that he has officially resigned as the captain. Sanga, we don’t want an apology from you, No apology is expected from a country that treats its cricketers with dignity and love… we know you did ur best and u will always do…

When the team arrived on Sunday majority of us were having a smile on our face to welcome back them home… I felt proud, proud to be a Sri Lankan... not coz of cricket but to be one among 20 million people for the love & warmth they showed with open arms to welcome a defeated team...the amazing grace & dignity displayed to rise above the rest in a true spirit of unity and sportsmanship....

“Welcome back home boys - greeting you all with open arms. Murali, I'll tell my grandchildren (or cats) that I've seen your legend in the making - you're a cricketing phenom and Lanka will continue to brag about you for decades to come. Congratulations neighbours, it was a good game - party hard for 28 years' worth…” – Shamalee de Silva

murali, you were the best cricketer sri lanka ever produced..., the ultimate cricket hero to millions of fans... u will always be the most dignified cricketer we ever had and will be proud of u many decades to come… cheers for the spirit, courage and energy u gave in the name of sri lankan cricket... we will always love u...

The rest of the guys, You united a nation, during times of overjoyed victories to a hug of losing a game… you played with grace and dignity that it overshadowed the final result. .. we welcome you home boys… It will take sometime for us to overcome the lost hope and sadness… but one thing for sure, Sri Lankans will always stand behind you with a Sri Lankan smile, a pat on the shoulder and a waving flag behind every game you play… J

growing up....

“In some ways we grow up…we have families… we make friends, we get married, divorced… but for the most part we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling… forever wondering, forever… young.. forever stupid”

However much old you get, no one of us can kill the child inside us who doesn’t want to grow up… Along lines we build patience, we manage to smile and talk to the person we cant stand but the child in us makes sure that we stuck our toungue out behind his back… Someone said “It's easy to be nice to people you like.... But to be nice to people you hate... That's a SKILL!!!!”

“I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope...”

When we were small there were days that an ice cream would fix a mood, a chocolate would make a crying face smile…. Believe me it still works ;) Remember those days when nestum was the only breakfast mom can feed us before we ran to school? If someone asks what is the favourite breakfast we blurt out without thinking twice… because still like small days we make up a face and push the plate away if we are given to eat something we don’t like…

Growing up means responsibilities… it also means reducing all ways and means to screw up… Growing up is letting go.., making decisions and not looking back… People make mistakes, they learn then they move on… Some things never change… Just because we grew up we wont be willing to forgive and forget some things that created a scar down the line… when we were kids people call us stubborn simply because we don’t like to eat something or because we cry till we get something which we want soo badly… which is not the case few years later… it takes time to make decisions, we change decisions and end up making wrong ones… yet knowing that we refuse to change…

Sometimes people face different ups and downs as kids... bundle sorrows and scars as kids… sometimes we cover ourselves with secrets and unknown likes, dislikes and desires… along the line at some day it pops out at an unexpected moment… sometimes it doesn’t… sometimes you have to meet someone who can unwrap the parceled YOU to the core… sometimes we have to present ourselves to the right ones who can unwrap the layers and unravel to see the real person inside… the real person if unraveled might be the kid who was few years ago.. ;)

“Growing up is never easy... You hold on to things that were… You wonder what's to come... and look ahead to what would be… Other days… New days… Days to come… The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other, hate life for getting older... We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.”