Dear Friends.
Since
our strike is suspended and in suspensions (not underwear) for now,
till the real budget comes in November, let us read some real news.
If
we continued with the strike we would have had POOS up to our BRIM not
dogs of course and I get the information, they we collecting by the
buckets.
Years ago Kandy had Bucket latrines and thank god the Municipality discontinued this procedure.
We
had to go to Guha Goda- (I think it was derived from Gu Goda which the
British could not pronounce and went as Guhagoda) in our public health
appointment and unfortunately when we reached there they were unloading
the Municipality products.
That was the first and the last day I went
there.
But it was a good
opportunity for me to put some insight into practice later when I started as an intern.
At Ratnapura Hospital, The Children Diarrhoea Ward was no different from Gu Goda or Guha Goda.
I
requested that it should be cleaned on several occasions but the staff
took me as joke, it was never cleaned it continued to be Gu Goda.
I came home for weekend break and returned on Monday in probably five or six buses (all the bridges were blasted by the JVP from Kegalle to Darniegala to BulathKohupitiya).
I gave instruction for it to be cleaned when I return on Monday
I went straight to the diarrhoea ward to see it was in the same mess as it was on Friday.
I
talked to few of the mothers told the nurses to get me some KOSU (Mops
were not known) and I myself changed to a short (not a trouser) and
started cleaning it from one end to the other.
Then, the laboures came and chased them away
saying I do not need them.
This
was hot news that day and children were piling up in the main ward not
seen by (the other guy who was from Colombo did not turn up on time and
came only at 11 A.M.) a doctor.
I only saw the diarrhoea patients till the other guy came.
When I got the news that the other guy came.
I went to my room had a bathe and a cup of tea.
I used to make my own cup of tea.
I had a brand new electric kettle (these were the time we did not have tooth paste) which my brother brought from UK.
Mind you all the doctors in the hospital had Infectious Hepatitis in that year. except me.
I believe I was the only one who practiced simple hygiene.
This
was many moons ago and we would been in a mess, like Guha-Goda, if we
continued on our action and could have got Infectious Hepatitis instead
of a salary hike.
READ MORE,
Dogs and Digital Tombs
Dogs and Digital Tombs
This is the best feature article I read during Christmas,2011.
Unfortunately it is taken off the main page and I had to search for it today.
I have some extracts below for your perusal.
I have a suggestion for French and People in Paris.
Instead
of stoned tombs in the cemetery, they should have a server with DIGITAL
TOMB with all the photographs and videos of the dogs when they were
alive and well for not so dog lovers or dog loving Sri-Lankan
administrators to see.
For the poo ("crottes de chien"),
I have suggestion, they must send them to Sri-Lanka as fertilizer for
the Banana Plantation we are growing in the thick of virgin forest to
feed American entrepreneurs.
We love anything including "poo", if it is foreign but make sure they are scented with French cosmetics for poos, please.
This
is good for our City Planners in Kandy and Colombo where dogs are
rounded up and slaughtered and some end in dinner plates as "chicken
substitute".
It is no point saying all the beings be happy and content like a mantra.
Without them (dogs) we cannot protect our things from petty thieves.
Extracts
The pampered pooches of Paris
By Joanna Robertson Paris
Pet
dogs in the French capital appear to enjoy the freedom of the city,
accompanying their owners just about everywhere - and even have their
own cemetery.
The pampered pooches of Paris
By Joanna Robertson Paris
Pet
dogs in the French capital appear to enjoy the freedom of the city,
accompanying their owners just about everywhere - and even have their
own cemetery.
There are hundreds of thousands of dogs in Paris.
They can be chosen from puppy-shop windows or ordered from countryside breeders.
They are seen traveling about the city, nestled amongst the groceries in shopping trolleys or peering out of handbags.
Dogs perch on the running boards of
mopeds - ears flying in the wind - or sit, swathed in blankets, in bicycle baskets.
They
are petted on the bus, the tram and the metro and, for a flat-rate
ticket costing 5.10 euros (£4.25), the smaller ones can escape the
metropolis and take the train to anywhere in France.
Access all areas
When on all four paws, dogs in Paris can choose from 72 gardens to walk in - from formal palace grounds to tiny urban squares.
In
between, they can mark lamp-posts, trees, ornamental masonry and the
corners of Art Nouveau metro stations to their hearts' content.
Paris dogs snooze under cafe tables and sit politely in restaurants.
They
are allowed into shops - even when officially not - and, from time to
time, sneak into cinemas, usually for a matinée on a wet afternoon.
Each dog has its own preferred vet and there are hundreds to choose from.
Each
vet has a preferred dog diet. Calves liver, braised. A little "blanc de
poulet" (white chicken meat) or a slice of rare roast beef.
What
goes in must come out, and Paris dogs apparently drop 20 tons (20,000
kg) of "crottes de chien" (dog poo) on the city's streets every day,
although who exactly weighs it remains a question that even the Hotel de
Ville (Town Hall) cannot answer.
From
time to time, the city's more creative residents have used the crottes
as pavement art, sticking them with coloured flags, photographing and
painting them.