Bath (Rice) or Bulath (Betel)
This was taken from a video conference.
Bit bizarre in character.
Let me say there were at least two families not closely knit but coming to an adventurous stage of cohabiting.
It is coexisting in a cafeteria of some sort.
All were getting ready for a lunch or a dinner.
There were entrees and liquor and the like not in liberal quantities but on ration.
Let me say like a typical Ceylonese Wedding with limited number of Guests and Tables (numbered) and chairs.
But this scenario is much more on a miniature scale. Maximum of two families but with three in each family is allowed as invitees.
It is like a match making party with two families with Kupuwa or the match maker in the middle. This middle man, the Kapuwa or the match maker was a big hindrance. Neither party was making any advance. They were making boring exchanges.
They were not at loggerhead.
Nevertheless, exchanges were painfully boring just like listening to a NPP/JVP news conference.
I was getting uneasy not knowing to find an easy way out of this stalemate.
No visible signs of checkmate possible.
We had not come to the main course, still on entrees and suddenly, there was something like gooey on the floor.
Bit like chocolate or “chock ice” cream scattered like a puppy poop.
Then suddenly a little girl in grubby attire came in with a broomstick and started removing the dirt on the floor. Her dress was dirtier than the dirt on the floor.
It looked very pathetic to say the least.
It was revolting.
Then a middle aged women came in, probably her mother or her master to take her place.
She grinned and said this place is better.
If you go to a shanty in the seashore in Ceylon, this is perfectly normal and this place is much better even without cleaning.
That was her way to dodge the issue at hand.
I was annoyed and woke up immediately.
I was relieved of the tension inside me.
I did not want to go back to sleep for a while. But did not want to forget the dream altogether and penned it down immediately before I forget it, to be sent to Maha Brahma.
Interpretation
Maha Brahma was quick to respond.
Well, are you having lot of lunch parties or chocolates with liqueur inside as entrees.
No for the first and Yes for the latter.
I skip my lunch now.
Why?
If I save my lunch I can feed my dog.
If I am feed my dog, I have to starve.
You mean to say dog food is cheap.
On the contrary.
Dog food especially imported is expensive but human food is like dog food.
If there is anything called human food whether imported or local that food is also expensive.
Fuel is expensive.
If you have two meals a day one has to live in the darkness without electricity to save on the fuel bill. If you want to have some lights in the night one has to skip a meal.
Which is more expensive, fuel or food?
Both.
Even fodder is expensive, I mean the grass.
That is why milk food and cheese are expensive.
Besides my dog loves cheese, so I am going through a vicious cycle of satiety and starvation.
If my satiety is satisfied the dog suffers and my dog's satiety is satisfied, I am on starvation diet.
I prefer the latter and my belt does not to hold my trousers at the hemline.
It slips down to the bottom.
I do not wear sarongs and they are also expensive.
Having seen this my tailor, jokingly said, you need a brace to hold it up. I told him, it has come down by three inches.
He said two inches is enough to slip it down on any body, male or female.
Now I am wondering whether to have;
a brace or
Starve the dog or
more food for me
Our life is very complicated now.
When I was there as a paraya or stray dog the life was very easy.
Mind you, at this time the Assistant to Maha Brahma was a stray dog.
Real Maha Brahma is on a long holliday.
But now,
It is this Bulath (betel) regime in power.
Bath (rice) was the promise.
But Bulath was the treat.
Bath (rice) for satiety.
Bulath (betel) to kill hunger.
In any case, when there is betel in the mouth, one cannot have rice as a delicacy.
I think Bulath (betel leaves) is an antidote to Bath (rice) or satiety.
Aren't you interested in the interpretation?
Yes, my Lord.
In time to come there going to be food scarcity in a global scale. It is all due to global warming, droughts and floods.
Wars may contribte to this SAGA.
When the temperature rices above 40 degrees, most of the varieties of grain would fail to produce enough yield and gradually become extinct.
There is no time for the drought resistant strains to get establish.
There will be chaos, especially in the tropics.
Ceylon will be like Dubai.
The regime will have to pay the debts before the grain stock.
There will be political upheavals of unprecedented scale.
Parties are only for the two families joining.
Even then the wedding are being held in secret locations.
Never in hotels.
The charges for these locations are exorbitant.
People who are hungry will get the smell of any party and they invariably gate crash as cleaners.
Then the mayhem follows.
That is why I stop your dream in mid stream.
Then, he vanished without a trace.
