Random Rantings

“Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!” - Sir Walter Scott.

NOTE: I’m not by any means undermining the importance of English or anything productive our gracious colonizers have bestowed upon us. I’m just stating a few things as is.

Having been under colonial rule for 400 plus years, you’d think a nation would have had an overdose of the West, wouldn’t you? You’d think we’d want to detach ourselves completely of everything foreign; rediscover our roots and cherish anything and everything that’s close to home? You’d think after nearly 60 years of independence, we would have gained quite a substantial degree of sovereignty and But, nooooo…not us Sri Lankans. We’re way too advanced for all that jazz. We insist on clinging on to our “colonised status” with a vengeance! Be it in mindset, language or sport, we Lankans really know how to do those Westerners proud!

Please allow me to elaborate on the ‘colonial hangover’ of our day…

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I love everything around me… I love my country, my society, my family, my friends, , my work…I abhor violence…But I vote for the killing of dogs! Do I not sound absurd!?

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My friend, he tells me “I depend too much on my friends. I tend to revolve my entire life around you guys. Whenever I’m bored, I want to meet up with you guys. It’s not healthy cos’ all of you have your own lives and other friends to hang out with. And soon you will all move on with your lives, get married, have children etc., and where will that leave me?”

I tell him, “Don’t talk rubbish! You know I’m never going to get married and besides, do you see anyone in the gang getting married, this side of the century??? Hardly anyone’s even going out with anyone at the moment! So, what the hell are you on about? Just stop talking bullshit and relax will u? We’ll always be together!”

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I still remember the first day
My mom told me about God.
How he created this world
You me and all.

She taught me to pray to a hypocrite
Believe in a book that made no sense at all.
I forced myself to believe in God
Coz’ I know my mom would not lie at all.

Day by day I realized that his friends
Didn’t like me much at all
And that house where he lived
Didn’t really accept me at all.

I still remember my mom told me that God is all
He will accept anyone, whoever and whatever you are.
She told me he will forgive
But I have done no mistake at all.

I now ask myself who I am?
Who the hell created me?
It cant be God who did that
Coz’ he just don’t seem to like me at all.

Why would he reject what he created?
Was I just a mistake or what?
Or was it just a trial that failed?
So may be I am the devil’s boi…

I ask whoever who created this world
Jesus, Alla and all,
Do you think it’s some joke
Or a game on your part?

Come out Lord Jesus, come out
Anyone at all.
Answer all my questions,
As your friends can’t do it at all.

You made me so confused
Made my whole life feel so ‘wrong’
And now there is not much of a doubt
That I really hate you all

How can you call yourself God?
When you have made my mother cry
Made her believe she gave birth to the devil
And do you forget you created her at all.

Can anyone answer me?
The ones who believe in God
The ones who say he created this world
Do you think I am the devil’s boi?

- Charith