Thun
Man Handiya or Three Way Junction
This is a dream.
I felt sleepy while downloading the Open BSD Installer Utility for my laptop.
This
dream is current, relevant and ambiguous in context.
Ceylon
network or the Telecoms is SO slow, I fall sleepy and won’t wake up
even when my Linux box gives a tinkle once a file is downloaded.
I am getting fed of Linux since guys and girls are scared of Microsoft cronies and won’t willify (becomes an impotent Willy) the UEFI boot distribution (it is not a boot loader).
Whereas BSD and OPEN-BSD erases it in a flash.
The story revolves round a wheeler dealer politician (was called 10% and now 100%), current D.H.S (the post not the person) and our poor Punchi-Sincho.
They were asked to go to a hermit sitting at high bench created by Boidu Bala Sena converts at a three way junction or Thun Man Handiya, under a young Kaputu (planted by craven dropping) Bo (pipal tree).
The whispering was that one gets what one wishes and only the first three will be offered the raffle tickets.
All of them have to wash their hands from a heavenly borne automated detergent dispenser (more expensive than the local Lifebouy make).
The tickets were named expressed currier delivery, standard postal and slow delivery system akin to Rs.5000/= dish outs by Samudi Niladharies.
Of course the politician demanded the express delivery.
By
virtue of his high post the D.H.S. got the standard delivery ticket.
The
Punch-Sincho got the left over ticket by default of the other two,
which was the slowest.
Mind you the hermit was an ex-traffic warden run over by a politico.
All three thought that they were eligible for air tickets to heaven.
The hermit job was to direct them to the appropriate self serving dispenser routing them to the correct path or the roadway.
He was not supposed to tell where they lead up to.
1. The fastest one was to the corona virus cemetery.
I wish all our politicians end up there.
2. The standard one was to Seychelles.
I wish all our public servants who sleep after mid day meal at the desk be sent there as supervisors!
3. The
third one was to heaven but with a caveat.
He had some option to delay his entry to heaven if he has some outstanding dues in his homeland.
Punch Sincho thought to himself and realized that there going to be elections (he was a betting addict) round the corner and would have one more betting opportunity before entry to heaven.
This he told the hermit and the hermit warned that it would be a dicey choice and the coronavirus would be with us for eternity.
Hurry up or lose the heavenly aboard.
Just like me Punchi Sincho decided not to wait for a vote to elect undesirables to the hell or the wheeler dealer legislature of Ceylon.
Come to think about it our D.H.S should have gone to Seychelles and attended to (delegating the post to the new army guy) the 35 odd guys and saved Ceylon from another pocket of risky spread of the virus.
They pay you in dollars which has simply gone up by rocket science trend due to fast printing of currencies by the new head banker with poor credentials.
