Yesteryear Public Health Inspectors in the City of Kandy

I have over 3000 blog pieces here on various topic.

I scanned almost all of them to retrieve a piece in Quality of Information.

Then I relalised that I have not made a note on our Public Health Inspectors.

It was a daring omission.

They did a very good job 70 years ago.

We did not fear eating any food outside except only one joint where they did make open air Wade Frying.

We had only one Public Health Inspector in the University of Peradeniya and he did a very good job. He was father of one of my classmates.

When I moved to Colombo in the 1970s I used go to Colombo Medical Faculty Library for my reference work and BMJ journals.

The Medical Faculty canteen was putrid and never I had a cup of tea there. I used to tease one of my older friends (medical graduate) and he used to have a cup of tea in the canteen. Almost everybody in his family was down with infectious hepatitis during my very short stay in Colombo.

I must tell you when I did my internship in Ratnapura, everybody except me was down with hepatitis. I had a electric kettle and I prepared my cup of tea and had boiled cool water to drink.

Why I am writing this.

I hear a PHI was killed by the underworld somewhere in Ceylon.

I am away from Ceylon and people do not kill wild elephants (monkeys are considered a proble in Ceylon).

When the NPP cannot solve economic problems they harp on not so relevant issues.

It is better to accept we are not a Kitchen Cabinet but a Kindergarten Cabinet. 

Help the people (PHI) who try to do an honest job.

Bottled water in not the solution.

Take some boiled cool water in a glass bottle which can be cleaned properly. 

Or like me do not drink water when away from home.

With economic hardships hitting the average citizen, I think one should take care of oneself instead of shifting the blame to a fellow passenger in life.

I preferred alcohol as a beverage, even the it dehydrates me.

Gin and tonic was my combination, if I find a partner for billiards.

It is Rs.2500/= for half an hour.

I have seen guys filling up tined plastic bottles from taps in Negamboo, one of the dirtiest provincial cities in Ceylon.

Enteropathogenic Ecoli is a perennial issue in Ceylon.

Even Macdonald in USA has not solved this problem.

Digitalization

OTC

Over the counter securities

Of stocks, commodities and currencies 

AML

Anti money Laundering methods

State of digital awareness and digital interference in Ceylon.

Digital Public Infrastructure 

1. People 

As a person I am not for digitilzation due to risks and ability to hack something like Windows and Apple system.

I believe Apple has been hacked recently.

I had been in Linux for ages and trying to make it 10% penetration before I kick the bucket.

Book on Linux Essentials coming soon.

Economic Process

My bone of contention is the process involved in improving efficiency and transparency is not yet fully developed even in America.

 

Dollar may collapse due to BRICS.

 

The wars in Ukraine and Middle East is holding it back this eventual change.

 

Zelensky guy has gone bonkers and trying to do something before presidential inauguration.

Technology

Cellphone is a computer and since it is monitored or hacked by CIA and KSB (even though one uses a password for authentication),        I have lost interest in the Android cellphones.

(Many do not know how to use a password including my classmates).

I use my NUC computer to protect the digital rights of my books (another 4 by 2025 January) in combination with my cellphone (2 factor authentication).

Life is becoming paranoid in this digital world.

We used to have friends and social gatherings (cricket matches0

I do not watch now cricket.

I am picking up bit of economics but would never right a book on those lines.

I wish you would do that one day.

This is just to say Happy New Year and Christmas.

I have NO Australian SIM and it is very expensive for a foreigner both Ceylonese and Australian (only use for 6 weeks) SIM Service Providers.

No land phone in Australia which is a continent (which is a colossal expenditure).

I miss Ceylonese food but today we had Wade and Cutlets.

No Hoppers.

 

I have no credible evidence that this kindergarten NPP/JVP economics can steady our sinking ship.

 

I am looking for an article on "Qualitative Information Gathering" as the last chapter in one of my books.

Internet and Wikipedia are not authentic.

 

Finally I found my piece after  scanning over 2000 blog pieces.

How I Registered myself as a List MP?

Monday, August 3, 2020
How I registered myself as a List MP?
 

It is not easy to become a elected member or MP.
 
It is even difficult to become a List MP
 
Let me describe the protocol.

I got a registered letter from a New Party of Origin (N. P. O. for short) to say, I got to come to the parliament on the 10th of August for Registration.

 
This was interesting, I did not register for any party and I do not even have a valid vote.
I gave a call to the Secretary, that there was a big mistake made, inadvertently.

In other words a major error made.
 
Then, she said my name is the last in the list and I have been selected as a valid nominee.

How come?
She said they frankly did not expect as many MPs were elected as have happened, in the election.
My name was selected randomly from a current Web page and she forgot to inform me in advance.
She reminded me to bring  certified copies of birth certificate, married certificate, national identity card, certified copy of passport photo and interestingly a certified copy of my father's or mother's death certificate.

She said, if I have any affidavits to support any other names not listed by the election commissioner, if I have any, please let me bring them in addition.
 
I told her I have many affidavits to that claim, and I am the same and the only currently existing guy.

I immediately booked an early morning train ticket for me and a guy to help me, in case I am incarcerated in the lobby of the Parliament.

The list of the affidavits:
1. My name ends with ke but the name in the Election Commissioner's list was ka.
Certification to the effect of ke=ka.

2. Certification of ASB=SBA, of the initials.

3. Certified copy by the election commissioner that I was in the List MPs List.

4. Certified copy from the N. P. O. that I was in their list.

5. By 9.30am we reached the parliament.
It was a very busy place.
We were not allowed in, since my name was not in the list which the security officer had.

6. I was asked to go to the Secretary of the Parliament and get a certified letter to enter my name into the main list.

I had to pay Rs. 5000/=
Special paper Rs.2999/=.
Rs. 2000/= as default fee for the cheque I tendered.

I do no why 2999 and what happens to the extra rupee!

7. I had to get a letter from the additional secretary for my name to be added in the list for August 10th, on the main secretary's list.

8. After about 2 hours, I was called in.

9. I was asked to go to the election commissioner's office and get a new copy supporting my election.

10. I went there,  the officers were nice.
They told me to bring two new affidavits to support the claim, and one for their own records and one to be given to the parliament secretary.

11. I requested 3 copies (one for my record keeping) and paid Rs. 3000/=.

12. Armed with all these, we went back to the parliament.
I gave the extra copy to my agent for safe keeping.

13. I was asked have you been an Ex-MP?
NO.
I was asked to stay in the lobby but my friend was not allowed.
I was asked to pay Rs. 30,000/=.
That included default fee of Rs. 5000/=, which I did not pay, since we had three hour waiting for approval of my agent to sign, as a witness.

14. I had to appoint my friend as my personal secretary and get his name certified as my agent, by the Parliament secretary.

Went back to secretary again.

After three hours, of delay (they were on lunch break) and I got my agent registered.

By the way, in this country even the dead casts the vote.
 
They collect all the death certificates and send them to each polling agent.
They have a way about this operation, which I am not privy to.

Yes, when I checked my father in law, long gone had voted, before my checking, the officer at the polling booth, told me.
 
I decided to Not to register my name over 20 years, claiming that I was abroad.

15. My friend had a bright idea.
Let us go and celebrate in the Liqueur Lounge.
We went there and we're told only for registered and Ex-MPs.
What about a soft drink?
No, the answer.

One nice guy there offered us two bottles of water, taken out from a large disposal bin as compliments.
We collected them and wanted to go to the loo for a vee, vee.

16.There was a big queue of about 500 guys there, all fully douched in alcohol, lining up for a vee, and some on their way veering and veeing.
 
We did not go to the lady's side.

I looked at the watch 2.30pm and decided to rush to the railway station.

As I was peeing, I woke up.

Yes, it was a dream.

Yes I had this dream, because I was holding my urge to vee in my sleep.
 
It was a matter of sleep or dream or vee, vee.