To all memories of 9,10 & 11 A.... :)

Leaving grade 8 to 9 was scary... passing the most careless age of 13 (as all adults say) we had to go to a class where we would be stuck for 3 years... We prayed, we hoped, we wished that we would get selected with our friends so we wont be alone...

I still remember how a tall and pretty class teacher came by to 9 A. She was staring wide eyed at all of us not knowing how to calm down a loud chattering noise... The class was 9 A, the greatest spot in the section with a long corridor, staff room way too far... the windy balcony which was next to Bodhiya... Class teacher was Anurika de Silva, tall, beautiful and graceful... We heard she was new and someone said “miss aluthen awith thiyenne, English lit karanne, maara sarai lu...” it was her first class at Visakha.... Our class had it all... the dancing bajar, the most beautiful voices... the crazy bunch, the brainy bunch and the “ice” bunch... It was a combo of all physiques and personalities just like a sweet sour pot of soup...

We had no choice, but to get to know each other and to blend with everyone, we all wanted to because we knew that for better or for worse the 49 of us are going to be stuck for 3 good years to come... Anurika miss was “sarai” alright, she was unique to the core... No ass kissing was allowed in class, she had no favourites, she hated plastic flowers on her table... so we had to work hard, really really hard to impress her... Soon everyone started getting friendly with each other and since grade 9 was the start the adulthood of school life everything soon followed... committees, dramas, all respective “days” in school... and well our respective crushes... Olcott was the most favourite...

Soon we had our own little clicks, fights, likes, dislikes... and the fun crazy times... the corridor was a super place to chat in the morning and mostly to dance around when it started to rain... the madness in mornings with trying to keep a clean class to get a genuine compliment from anurika miss... horeng eating during mornings in class and getting caught to chandani miss almost everyday... I still don’t know how she sensed it while writing on the board... Imitating teachers during free periods, mostly during commerce since we had it free for as long as i could remember....

Despite all differences we had we had our backs everyday, passing notes, passing the very few “sithiyam poth” we had when the teacher goes around the class since no one brought it... Getting blasted by 3K almost every week was like our doze of medicine... Soon we all became good friends and limited our fights only during sportsmeet and house events, well i think Pulimood overruled our class since we had most of them and some of us liked pulimood for different reasons :P

Class trips were the best trips we had all 3 times and specially the one at Kotmale for many reasons :P Time flew... soon we were in 11 A... stressed and sad by the last term not wanting to leave our dearest miss and the friends we made... BUT we had one last fight im sure all of us remember before Anurika miss’s birthday...

The corner row vs middle row, the middle row was too strong... i cant remember exactly what it was but miss’s birthday cake was one main topic... we yelled screamed and Udathari scolded us full kaddeng :P when one of us in corner row were like “mokakda machang e kiyanne?” and the next day to take revenge from the middle row the corner row ate the birthday cake ALONE....Yes and the next day we got blaaaasted from miss... (just wanted to write my favourite memory :P)

After 3 years, we were tamed, less kiddish and a little grown up... and we were selected as the best class in the section...

and today when i look back after 12 years i feel blessed to be a part of 9,10 and 11 A... to be trained under the best teacher ever who taught us LIFE more than just English... to be among 48 great friends who I’ve shared my most memorable years with...

Most of all i thank my destiny for showing me the path to have the greatest best friends ever... who still and always be the best part in my life... Indi, Hosh, Pachi and Nips....

And looking back i owe it all to 9,10 and 11 A... for making me the person who i am today....

12 years ago we said “ 49 strangers have to become friends for better or for worse...”

And 12 years later....

We say “The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart...”

Cheers to many more years of friendship.... for better or for worse... :)

Dedicated to 9,10,11 A and Anurika miss...

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its all about being yourself....

There are 6 billion people in this world, some can sing, some want to sing, some can dance, some want to dance, some can act, some are just dreamers.... Some follow footsteps of a great legend, some run behind power to be powerful, some get lost in competition, some end up being wanna be s...

not everyone can be themselves, to be honest, talk to themselves deep within to know what it feels deep within... There are people who try to reach out for others, touch lives and hearts... but not knowing to reach the depth of their own soul... lost in the middle of nowhere not knowing what to say... Sub consciousness opens up the door to your soul sometimes... to make u reach that place which is beyond honesty... Honesty they say is the best policy, but how can you expect people to be honest when even u cant be honest with yourself sometimes... People have benchmarks in life, standards, measurements... Achievements, characters, values... to judge, to perceive to retreat, to live...

It is easy to be somebody... its easy to be nobody... which is hard is to be yourself... to do what you do best... to know what you feel, it is easy to be honest about others... which is difficult is to be honest with yourself.... to fight with yourself for what you believe for what you love... in a world of 6 billion people who try to be somebody... the hardest thing is to be yourself.. to fight to be you and not anybody else is the hardest battle... and the only battle which wont stop till you die....

One Tree Hill... its not just another drama...

“you can find the good in everybody, if you just give them a chance. The benefit of the doubt. Sometimes, people disappoint you. Sometimes they surprise you. But you never really get to know them…until you listen for what’s in their hearts and that’s what Haley did with Nathan. That’s what we should do for them. So for you sceptics out there, prepare to be surprised. So this is to my…brother and my little sis in-law, and in love..” – Lucas Scott

Everyone says the teens are hard to judge, predict and really difficult to deal with. The confusions, moods, anger, frustration, silliness, cuteness... “One Tree Hill” depicted a teen’s heart through a melodramatic drama and touched the soul of many teens during the 10 years.... Beautifully written dialogs with an ideal crew to do justice to characters made it maybe the best teen drama many years to come...

The beauty of it lies in the realness, the real world, issues a teenager would have, problems to face, how to overcome... it was just more than a love story... it was about life, growing up, relationships and making mistakes.... In one tree hill there is no right or wrong, everyone makes mistakes, some are forgiven some are not... being scared...

“There's no shame in being afraid. Hell, we're all afraid. What you gotta do is figure out what you're afraid of because when you put a face on it, you can beat it. Better yet, you can use it.”

-          Whitey

The relationships of the characters which grew through years with depth and emotion... The portray of first love at first sight, letting go of your ego for the first time for the one u love... the relationships... the hatred, the bonding...

its just more than a story of two half brothers becoming best friends... its more than two childhood best friends falling in love with the same boy... its just more than broken homes, messed up lives and a high school...  its about making mistakes, screwing up bad, hurting, getting hurt, apologizing, forgiving and living... its about life... how it starts... how it grows to be something worthwhile...

Some live with consequences of their actions haunting them for the rest of their lives... unconditional love, sacrifices, beliefs.... anyone would have, anyone would dream of... beautifully written and put into play which makes us all laugh with them, cheer for them, cry with them because it feels natural and real... and you feel that a part of you connect with their lives...

“Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do, give up? Quit? No, I realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are. And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you, that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.” - Nathan Scott

There are moments you feel like crying for Natan when he waits for Haley till she comes back, cheering for Lucas when he plays his last game... wishing for the dream of Payton Sawyer becoming Payton Scott... wait till Brooke, the girl behind the red door falls in love again because she deserves it...

Its not supernatural, its nothing about a guy trying to break out from prison or trying to kill anyone... its nothing about vampires or warewolves... there is no mystery, there is no fantasy... its just about a set of lives like you and me, who were confused and lost in life... its about people like you and me who try to find themselves through the crowd, figuring out life just like you and me...

“Its the oldest story in the world. One day you are 17 and planning for something. And quietly without even noticing someday is today and this is your life.  we spend so much time wanting, perusing, wishing. But ambition is good. Chasing things with integrity is good, dreaming. If you had a friend you meet and will never see again? If you could do one last thing for the one you love? What would it be? Say it do it don’t wait  nothing lasts for ever. Make a wish and place in your heart, anything you want, everything you want. Do u have it? Good!! Now believe it will come true. You never know where the next miracle can come from. The next memory, the next smile the next wish come true, but if you believe that its right around the corner, you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you would wish for, the world is full of magic, you just have to believe in it.....

So make a wish. Do you have it? Good, now believe in it.... with all your heart...”

2011.....

2011 taught me

To take a risk, to believe in myself a little bit more...

To listen to my mind and follow my heart...

To take care of a heart trampled and broken....

To stand up for what i believe in... fight for all what its worth...

To find happiness in a friend’s happiness...

To trust someone else, more than you trust yourself...

2011 made me realize

People are not what they seem to be, perceptions can be wrong... all what it takes is faith to be with them...

Its alright to accept defeat as long as the game is played fair...

How a friend can be the biggest strength, to pick u up even when u don’t have faith in yourself...

Second chances are what make u look back and say “i have no regrets”

Eating just one piece of chocolate can give me migraine to last for two days...

My instincts about certain people are always right...

There is a time to give up even when its the biggest dream....

To let go.... when u have no choice...

2011, a transition year gave me hope, perspective, love, faith and truth which can hurt.... I lost myself on the way, trampled myself, fell down broken....

but i found myself back with the help of many i love, standing, believing in myself, doing what i have to... living my life with a smile ;)

To our Sri Lankan Cricket Team...

Dear Sri Lankan Cricket Team,

During an era where shitty politics was an ice breaker at boring parties, where every news headline was about a number of soldiers killed by LTTE, where people were scared to go by public transport not knowing whether they will get down alive.... Sri Lankan Cricket happened... changing the lives of millions of people who had forgotten to celebrate a victory...

On this day 16 years ago, roads were empty, shops were closed, everybody were somewhere to watch the match which every Sri Lankan knew that will be a win. A heart beating, nail biting moment and with a ton of unbelievable level of confidence. The 17th March 1996 was a day when victory stood still and when champions were born... A fairytale was re created...

From Arjuna a fearless cool captain to Mahela the best captains with courageous breed of cricket have come a long way with ups, downs, disappointments, tears and smiles... Cricinfo become the home page to many pc’s, TVs are switched on in offices, crowd in front of every singer mega or abans and empty roads are proof to hopeful Sri Lankan hearts awaiting another fairytale...

After every match there are hundreds of status updates on facebook... We may give different opinions on how Mahela could have changed the bowlers, criticism on how upul tharanga could have batted, accusations on Malinga for match fixing, enormous love for Nuwan Kulasekara or hating Chamara Kapugedara for all its worth still display the belief we have towards a team we always loved... the hopes of winning another game with dignity just like we used to back in 1996...

Losing a match still can ruin our day, winning a match can still make us look like idiots smiling stupidly the next day after a thrilling win...you have been our source of inspiration for the past few decades, a reason to unite us as a nation, made us smile during some of our darkest days in history... we want you to win again & AGAIN like you did on a day like today 16 years ago... we want mind blowing batting, magical bowling, heart throbbing victories many more years to come...

It is okay to lose, but play with grace and dignity which will overshadow the win... we will still be there in the crowd filled with flags, blue t-shirts with bongos and drums, filled with off key baila singing, yelling till our throats taste blood to the last ball because for us its much more than just a game... Because it will convince us that Sri Lanka can be greater than what every politician promised, it will give us power to believe in belief which will defeat probabilities...

We demand fairytales everyday because we believe that you can do it again.... !!!

Awaiting another day like today, to celebrate as champions again,

from :

a fan who will never up ;)