Reflection of my Life at Panideniya

 

Reflection of my Life at Panideniya 

This is a real reflection of our life in CEYLON at Panideniya. 

 

I am an Ampitiya guy and I was new to Panideniya Junction. 

 

It was known as a nasty place where illegal alcohol and currently the transit point of ICE or drugs to the University.

I am doing some work related to Rebirth and the guys Lionel (Bada), Suda, Cyril Bass and Wilson Bass in Panideniya were missed in my book "Classic Personalities" at Amazon Books.

 

They probably had REBIRTH Connection to me in the past. 

 

All of them are gone except Cyril. 

 

He did not listened to me.

He underwent a major bowel surgery on wrong pretext, of course, as a training grounds for amateur surgeons. 

 

He is suffering and avoids me.

I did not know anybody in the Panideniya locality including Three Wheeler driver Jayaratne.

I had a rackety old Peugeot car.

 

They were regular visitors to our house partially built.

This is a reflection, single day, in my life at Panideniya.

Two guys the Head Bass and the Assistant were working and I was supervising them. The Budu Ge (Place to Worship Buddha) was under construction by the side of the main house.

I took the responsibility of building it. 

Footsteps to the Budu Ge was steep and there was a steep incline. 

 

My fear was that one day I fall down the steep. 

 

Besides, I did not have a garage to park the car and my design was to accommodate part of that steep for the garage. I had enormous problem of parking the car under a jack tree and that portion did not belong to us but to the Education Department.

The Public Survey Guy who did the Survey did a shoddy job and erected a barbed fence. Half the car in our land and half the car on government land, when I parked it. I told him I am going to build a garage and till then do not complete the barbed fence. 

At least I managed to stop the gate being built. 

If the gate was constructed, I have to park the car on the road side. 

By the way, I was the only guy who had a private car in the locality.

 

 A certain Buddhist monk not known to me sent his layman Golaya, asking me to drive him to a certain function. 

 

I said this is a private car and I do not drive even a monk free. 

Mind you during this period there were 5 deaths including our Great Great Grandma. 

This monk refused to  come for the "Mathaka Vastra" ceremony for her citing that our land did not come under his preview. 

 

Buddha never had any perimeters.

 

My real antagonism to homosexual monks who ply on public transport manifested bit later. I used land a thumping knock on the head as the last passenger after monk to alight the bus.

 

These monks stopped to ply on public transport. 

This trick, the knock on the head during the assembly we learned in school and we did not won't monks to teach in public schools.

Coming to the story the Bass and his assistant, they were laying granite stone on the side of the steps now filled up. I started with a  big retaining wall to mark the outer boundary of our land. 

Then I filled it up having made the rear wall of the "going to be garage" as a the solid retaining wall. 

My physics knowledge put into good effect and I never believed the workers.

There was no retaining wall on the backside.

I heard a big thud.

The earth slipped onto the mettle collection which broke the PVC pipe flooding the newly constructed pavement washing away the cement anchorage between granites.

Head Bass quickly make makeshift cement paste and started pouring it through a big PVC pipe.

Then I heard another thud.

Assistant who went to collect water from the well crashed into the well breaking the parapet wall made of bricks.

 

 I told the Head Bass do not worry it is not a deep well he won't get drowned. 

But then again I saw water seeping through the broken wall.

The worst part was I badly wanted a cup of tea. 

I kept water for only one cup.

My brother who came early made a cup of tea depriving me of the only luxury of the day. 

I put some water to boil and set fire to  the hearth.

I was woken up pump tight.

 

It was past 3PM and time for my regular tea in Australia.

 

It is for you to detect (lies in sleep) the lies from the facts from this true dream of mine.

One help, my brother was not living with us. 

 

He had already built a house in Kadugannawa.

This dream was the result of me finishing my book 'Vegetarian Saga" by 8AM. 

 

It is 400 pages in total. I missed Panic Dodum, Ambul Dodam and Naran in this book. They were added last of all. These were the favorite of my mother and I included them to finish the book. 

 

My mother lived well past 90 but she never told me her secrets of long life. 

She was not a vegan.

I listed 110 items of mostly of Sri-Lankan fruits and vegetables including Dragon Fruit and Soursop. 

My current believe having finished the book is one can survive only on vegetables. 

 

Before Portuguese set foot on CEYLON we were complete vegetarians. 

Only Veddha clan were hunters.

I think Kalinga and Maga introduced non vegetarian diet until they were chased out but the Hindu Culture remained ingrained in CEYLON.

I was up from 5AM.

Slept from 8AM to 3PM.