Friday, December 27, 2024

Vulgar Talks for Monks

Vulgar Talks for Monks

So I delve into Dhamma in that sense to Samutta Nikaya (56:10) to repeat a verse told to monks would suffice to convince myself why I should not be a journalist. 
 
This can be rephrased why a Buddhist monk should be a conveyor of Dhamma message sans journalistic endeavour.

 

Buddha states 28 of his qualifications of vulgar talk to monks.

Numerically in order as was said by the Lord Buddha are as follows.
Manifold vulgar talks are

1. Talk about Kings (Presidents, Prime Ministers and Tyrants)
2. Talk about Robbers (Robber barons, the multinational businessmen)
3. Talk about Ministers
4. Talk about armies
5. Talk about dangers
6. Talk about wars
7. Talk about food
8. Talk about drink
9. Talk about cloths
10. Talk about dwellings
11. Talk about garlands 
12. Talk about perfumes
13. Talk about relations
14. Talk about conveyances (transfer of property)
15. Talk about villages
16. Talk about hamlets
17. Talk about towns
18. Talk about countries
19. Talk about women
20. Talk about heroes
21. Talk about street talk
22. Talk about ghosts
23. Talk about ancestors
24. Talk about gossip
25. Talk about land
26. Talk about sea
27. Talk about gain (credit market)
28. Talk about loss (stock exchange)
 
To this another four are added in another verse
1. Eternity (unending)
2. Annihilation (reduced to nothing)
3. Sensual gratification
4. Self mortification

What a Buddhist monk as a journalist should talk about are about greedlessness, hatelessness and undeludedness (wisdom) and any other talk is senseless and does not lead to liberation or salvation.

Vulgar Deeds of Monks

Vulgar Deeds of Monks

One should read this in tandem with “Vulgar Talks for Monks”.

I never thought that I might have to use this phrase to describe some of the deeds of Monks with political power.

This has nothing to do with Vinaya (Set of rules passed down by oral tradition) which outlines 300 odd major and 1000 odd minor strictures.

I will list a few below.

1. Possession of more than two robes.

2. Possession of money more than what is required of travel (this was a concession when public transport came into existence).

They are meant to be walking spreading Dhamma and no two monks should take the same path having come to a four way intersection.

3. Possession of vehicle for transport.

4. Possession of land.

5. Possession of books other than Thripitaka, which is colossal.

6. Possession of Televisions.

7. Possession of Elephants.

The sole purpose of this is to highlight the number 7.

I think very soon our monks will ascend to Nibbana on the back of a poor elephant.

I am sure once they ascend there the poor animal is dispensed for good to rot probably in hell.

I am not sure how the modern articles like mobiles, laptops, digital texts and multimedia applications would apply in the context of Vinaya.

A modern Sangayana is necessary to validate them in posterity as essential items ‘On the road to Nibbana’.

I am also not sure of Television Displays in the trend of TV stars.

I sometime incline to think when the Thripitaka is fully digitalized and translated to many languages as possible (this is not happening now) the existence of Monks may become redundant except for the SOLE practice of meditation for ultimate goal SEEKING of TRUE salvation or Nibbana.

The way the things are developing there may be monasteries dishing out Nibbana certificates at four levels, Sovan, Sukrudhagami, Anagami, and Arhath.

I hope, I should kick the bucket before that eventuality of having to register for salvation and it is open for all, in the World Wide Web.

I am ambivalent about the right of the monks to become politicians and a member of the parliament.

As a true democrat, I say YES for an individual’s right to exercise political right, if not the Wisdom or the better judgment.

 Having said that I am uneasy if they continue to done the robe after being duly elected.

 The point is conflict of interest, priesthood or the legislative functions (law of the land).

Suppose the legislature agrees for capital punishment would they vote YES or NO.

I feel very uneasy to see any person (whatever the religion that does not matter) in official capacity especially in the parliament (sometimes in civil capacity, too) display their identity in dress code, hair style, facial hair decoration or by any other mean.

It is a hindrance in the name of fair judgment and a Universal dress code for the assembly is mandatory.

I hope this fact is taken into consideration when drafting the new constitution.

I have no problem with any form of national dress (in the form of kilt in Scotland) however ugly and cumbersome for it to be worn.

I prefer the loin cloth for those without any educational qualifications and the dress should indicate their educational level but not their professional status (Army, Navy, Air Force, Doctor, Lawyer, Accountant, professor or University cloak).

The NEW dress, with neutral colour (not the party colour) should be very simple and no civilian should be permitted to wear this dress for any civilian function.

It should be smart and should not look like a school UNIFORM or Police, Army or Navy. 

The idea is, the moment they wear this dress they are in a different mould and feel proud (whether in power or in opposition).

This stricture like VINAYA for monks is only inside the assembly to discipline the present unruly Guys / Girls trained by MA Ra and the CLAN in our legislature.

In other words if a monk wears a particular robe they are expected to behave as such upholding the VINAYA and not like The BBS THUGS.

Under Ma Ra their status was steam rolled like RATS and this new TREND would harbinger good behaviour in parliament and uplift their status in the legislature as TRUE DEMOCRATS (listen to the alternative views). 

Equally, the politician should not wear this dress for civilian functions other than the official duties in the assembly. 

They are free to wear any other dress including PARTY dress and colour in public so that they can freely mix with their electorate or supporters.

If the speaker wears a particular dress why not MPs?

I never EXPECT this proposal could see the day light.

It is only a wishful thinking.

 

Vulgar talk to Monks

So I delve into Dhamma in that sense to Samutta Nikaya (56:10) to repeat a verse told to monks would suffice to convince myself why I should not be a journalist. 
This can be rephrased why a Buddhist monk should be a conveyor of Dhamma message sans journalistic endeavour.

 

Buddha states 28 of his qualifications of vulgar talk to monks.

Numerically in order as was said by the Lord Buddha are as follows.
Manifold vulgar talks are

1. Talk about Kings (Presidents, Prime Ministers and Tyrants)
2. Talk about Robbers (Robber barons, the multinational businessmen)
3. Talk about Ministers
4. Talk about armies
5. Talk about dangers
6. Talk about wars
7. Talk about food
8. Talk about drink
9. Talk about cloths
10. Talk about dwellings
11. Talk about garlands 
12. Talk about perfumes
13. Talk about relations
14. Talk about conveyances (transfer of property)
15. Talk about villages
16. Talk about hamlets
17. Talk about towns
18. Talk about countries
19. Talk about women
20. Talk about heroes
21. Talk about street talk
22. Talk about ghosts
23. Talk about ancestors
24. Talk about gossip
25. Talk about land
26. Talk about sea
27. Talk about gain (credit market)

28. Talk about loss (stock exchange)

 

To this another four are added in another verse
1. Eternity (unending)
2. Annihilation (reduced to nothing)
3. Sensual gratification

4. Self mortification

What a Buddhist monk as a journalist should talk about are about greedlessness, hatelessness and undeludedness (wisdom) and any other talk is senseless and does not lead to liberation or salvation.

Ranil Wickramasinghe is out to Destroy Free Education and Buddhism

Destroy Free Education and Buddhism  
Ranil Wickramasinghe
I must remind that the current Prime Minister is an extension of Ranil's Project.

But her major project is to REMOVE the Special Provision for Buddhism from the Constitution. 
 
She is the biggest danger but she must be having many other hidden projects.
 
They have 2/3rd majority
 
That is why I say our citizen's are absolutely STUPID and MAD.

Beware.

Ranil is anti- youth anti-university guy from Batalanda Wadakagaraya
.
 
He was used by JRJ as an agent.

In other words he is a C.I.A Agent.

He was sent home for good and he should never be allowed to come back to power, by indirect means.

I have no problem with him flashing  his U.N.P mantle without a politically clout.

He destroyed Professor Ranjith Mendis's University Career. 
That is my single grouse with him.
He was then, the U.G.C. chairman, unceremoniously removed. 
I remained in the University to scuttle all his subsequent attempts.

He has left a big TRAP for current president AKD. 
 
His shuttling up and down the Palk Straight is ominous.
 
He is a snake under the carpet.

Out of power he is more venomous.

He has no SHAME, too.

BEWARE!

Thursday, December 26, 2024

NPP is Trapped in 3 Certain Deaths

Yes, NPP is Trapped in 3 Certain Deaths.

This is a Dhammpada Verse retold.

A man supposed to have tasted Pani or Honey while braving 3 deaths.

1. Honey is Power.
He (AKD) should enjoy it now before it is too, late.

2. Elephants chasing NPP is 
Ranil and his IMF Trap

3. Serpents are the unkempt promises 

4. Deep Pit is the 2/3rd majority and the unpredictable masses

This why I used to say before the election that anybody who wants to take up power at this juncture is absolutely MAD.

I left Ceylon 2 and a half years ago but could have been earlier, if not for the coronavirus pandemic. 
 
My prediction for economic (realistic) recovery from the Coronavirus Pandemic would take 20 years.

Already food prices are up by 40% to 50% globally and 300% in Ceylon.

5. S.J.B's Dr. Harsha De Silva should thank his Guardian Angles for the welcome respite.

Survival in Late 1960s and Early 1970s

Survival in Late 1960s and Early 1970s
It is strange, I survived the Late 1960s and Early 1970. 
It was the worst period in our life.
I never thought I would end up in the University and later in the United Kingdom.

There were three others who entered University before me and two were for arts and one for engineering from my village.

The engineering guy was almost a mentor and was the national boxing champion.

I was treated not like a child but like an adult.

I had to do all the odd jobs.

But only one job I volunteered.
That is to fetch water from the well and fill up the barrel. 
There was a locked well belonging to one of our relatives. 
I get the keys for the padlock and I get a fare share of water for myself. 
Only one or two others were allowed to share the water.
Pipe born water was non existent.
Of course the buckets have to be kept well away, on granite slab. 
I was well instructed to keep the place clean.

Cholera was endemic, then.

Boiled cool water to drink was the standard. I think I carried a plastic water bottle with a shoulder strap to school. 
Only a few had a  plastic water bottle.
Kadala Archchi at the school door step, provided us a delicious Aggala at tea time.
My mother used to make milk and dhosi toffees. 

Cheese sandwich was the standard and Bowryll jam and butter were plenty.

Only one small bucket for pulling water up and one large for fetching water home.

Jack and. Jill went up the hill type of story.

I clean myself first and collect water and carry home to fill the barrel. 
8 to 10 buckets a day depending on the previous day's use.

I did not want to see my sisters' carrying water on the main road. That I considered inhumane.

Rest of the work included going to the cooperative store to collect provisions, that included rice, dhal,  sprats and Karala.
Rs.10/= was enough for a weeks provisions. 

Rice was 25 cents a measure and one was Free from our Dudley Senanayake.

My charge was Rs.1.50 for the facial cream. 
It's name was Pond's Cold Cream.

I hated alighting the crowded (returning home) bus.
Walked carrying the heavy load, often laying the load on a bullock cart.
Going to the breakary for bread (fresh half a pound for myself) was the normal routine.

Milk was the only item home delivered very early in the morning. 
Mendis buns 5 cents a piece were delivered on head, in the evening. 
They were delicious butter buns.

I still still wonder how I managed in my school work. 

Most of the other children did not work as hard as me.

Teachers in the Catholic school were very pleasant except only one. 
I left this school, since Science Stream was non existent.
City college was the worst and only things I learned there were vulgar slangs. 
I did not learn a single Dhammpada verse there.

Instead of taking the bus home I used to walk back and save the money to buy half a hundu of Chick Peas.

We did not have a place to play.

Tar road was the only vacant place.
The bus driver used to wait till we finish an over of soft ball cricket.

The entire village was well knit except a few bad eggs.
Pathirana Family in the third mile post was the terror gang. 
That was called the Pathagama with the caste based vernacular.

We were in Udagama or the  second mile post.

I witnessed a blue murder and two other stabbings on my way back at around 6PM. We were not allowed after 6PM.

Mr. Farmer who was the British High Commission driver was man without words.
His keep or may be wife was the devilled tongue of the village, always out to ponce on someone.

The the gang of dogs behaved better.
Because of this woman, I was not allowed to keep a dog.
Her next door neighbor was Mr. Ferdinado who was keeping an underage girl as a keep. 
He was very good making hot air balloons.
There was an annual ceremony. This exited my interest in physics.
Wesak were known for celebrations but pandols were rare except for Wedding. There were several wedding and I was never taken to any, that itself is a simple story. 
In my first visit to a wedding, I ate the entire Arsmi (had not tasted it before) and the punishment was never to take me again. 
I hated wedding ceremonies.
They are not for kids but for adults.
I have seen a fair share of divorces and domestic violences in my time.

Nobody touched or nicked me even for a joke. I have had manhandled all who crossed my path including my elder brother. 
They feared me.

There was this guy who was an orphan.
He had taken a bet to manhandle. I was under 7.
He tried and failed.
I pulled his sarong down and with his one hand he could not handle me. I pulled him across the road with all my might.
Pulled him down on the drain and killed his balls. He did not last a day in my village and he disappeared.

A similar incident in the city school and the subsequent chain of events ended up in Kandy Police but no convictions but warnings.

Nobody touched me in the University and that is a different but a criminal story.

Homosexuallity was not as prevalent as today but a sideroom next to the boutique was kept for prostitutes and homosexuals. Only a few was allowed but a Muslim guy who was a homosexual (may be rented) owned it.

Coming back to first hand witness stories, I knew the victims and the assailants but kept mum on my father's instigation.

Chief Justice Mr. Thalgodapitiya had his house between second mile post and third mile post.

Just as good!

I saw my uncle toppling and crashing his car right in front of the Chief Justice's house. 
He probably pressed the faulty break in front of this house.

Politics were caustic with two opposing parties. 

I hated both political parties.

JVP was non existent.

Ceylon was no better, then.

We left this neighborhood (when I entered the University), never to return when I was just 19. 

Passed 'O' Level at 16 and I was allowed to start 'A' Level pending results. Not two years but 3 solid years in 'A' Level at London 'A' standard.

The saying was London 'A' was easier.

Teachers were as bad as today but I worked on my own with the School Inspector helping me all along (that itself is a separate story).
No Tuition Masters, then.

I did not have any regard to Monks as Teachers in our school.
We chased one called Neluwe Nagitha within a month.
We decided to give him a thundering knock on his head during the Morning  Assembly. One guy from our class was chosen everyday for the delivery.
What I did to a collection of monks who came to a Pirith Ceremony in our house was classic but I refrain from expending. The Maha Nayaka told my mum they would never come again. 
This is in addition to an encounter with a guy called Silaratana with No Sila. 
He was very scared of me. This is all under 16 years.

If I see a saffron guy escorting a young guy he is dished out similarly with some direct verbal abuse, till lately.

Coronavirus virus pandemic ended those encounters.

Mahamewna guy and Kiribathgoda Batthara Mulla are only two of public manifestations good in distorting Dhamma.

Me writing books on Dhamma should be not considered an aberration. They are well researched pieces.

I survived.

My stamina stood good.

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Quantum Flow Logic

 Quantum Flow Logic

Quantum Flow Logic should open up new dimensions in a seamless way, without the hindrance of numbers and values of a physical system.

Quanta should exist and at the same time should not exist in a linear time dimension. 

One quantum should vanish when another is discovered, making it an illusive endeavor.

I wake up at 5AM Sharp

Yes it is true.
I wake up sharp at 5AM in Australia.
I sleep 8 hours non stop.
1 hour day time nap.
Rest of the time do some computer work.
I have stopped reading books.

If I find a copy of Dar Capital I would read it from cover to cover.

What has happened is with Christmas coming, I keep till midnight and beyond.

Still I wake up with birds singing at 5AM.

Yes it is my biological clock that keeps ticking.

Since, I have nothing else to do I would pen few thoughts about Kumar David.

I am doing a small book on mosquitoes and I posted a piece from our own Kumar David on Covid-19.

In it, he makes some reference to Malaria Epidemic in 1935 where millions died.

He was posing the question what if Coronavirus did similar decimation.

In my view it did.

Our figures were manufactured.

Kumar was a Marxist who ended up in Los Angeles.
It is time to remember him.
He died on the 14th of October, 2024 at the age of 83.

Vasudewa Wickramaratne also passed Away recently. 
Both were contemporary Engineers.

I am not a Marxist but I was a voracious reader who has become a compulsive writer.

It all started with posting blog pieces.

Thank You Google.

I started with Kit Kat, Gelly Beans and Mash Mellow.

I am going to stop at Android 13.

Cocoa Tree, The Wisdom Tree

Cocoa Tree, The Wisdom Tree

Happy Christmas to begin with.


Mind you, chocolates are very expensive and I won't buy chocolates, as a gift, this Christmas.

Cocoa Tree is as important as Coconut tree for Ceylonese.

It has many features and current government should diversify agriculture with special interest on supplementary products.

Cocoa should come under their scrutiny.

We had a lovely, Cocoa Plantation in Palle Kelle, in Kandy. J.R.J. destroyed and developed a Cricket Stadium, there. 
 
I was considering buying a plot there, damn cheap to build a house with a piece of land for home gardening. 
I decided against since the calcium deposits were high and Kidney stones in residents were high in this region. 
I worked with IMMI and had all the relevant information. 
 
I worked there only 9 months and the second DJP/ JVP insurrection ended my protocol.

I studied this tree from my childhood. 
I'll come to that later.

One of my relatives little over 3 years older was a good of friend mine, for a long time. 
He had high respect for me since I was good in my studies.

He was the youngest and he was used as a regular servant of the house. I had one of my classmates who was treated similarly by his stepfather. He died a nervous wreck and I could not help him. 
I did not know the whole story.

That included climbing coconut trees, ploughing paddy fields, bringing water from the well for drinking, looking after cows, milking and all the odd jobs.

Last of all, he ran a simple village boutique and he was always broke since the customers did not pay back at the end of the month.
 
While he was doing this his elder sister and elder brothers were enjoying life including going to school. 
All of them obtained government and or Cooperative Jobs.
I thought he was not bright but never checked. 
Years later, I realized, my guess was not correct . 
 
He was clever enough to claim the possession of the house and the land, for himself.
 
Much later, I realized all these ill treatments meted out were the guise to evict him, so one of the others could claim the house and the land. 
I advised him to sort some help from my father. I am not sure my father did intervene but knowing him, he may have put his two cents.
 
My close relationship with him and my obvious dislike of his other siblings made it good for him, in the long run. 
 
I told his mother directly that this ill treatment was unwarranted.
 
I used to share my books and he on his own way did his 'O' Level studies. 
 
He perhaps could not pick up mathematics and science. 
 
Trying to teach seniors is not welcome those days.
He was but well read. 
 
He knows more than enough how our Elephants are treated in the wild and in captivity.
 
He knows how to make a good kites. 
He knows all the Ayurveda plants. 
 
He is a living encyclopedia.

We had an orchid house in our house. 
We were booted out of that house and we left never to return to our maternal village.
So we had to give the orchid house we treasured to this guy who was very young, then. Being a born agriculturist he could pick up gardening with ease.
He looked after it for over 50 years but one by one orchids started disappearing, perhaps stealing.
But he kept propagating one orchid with annual flowering.
It was a rare variety, called "Wesak Orchid".
Type of "May Orchid".
 
We gathered it from a jungle near Galagedara in 1952 where that famous murdered woman ? Leela was hung and was discovered subsequently.

Coming to the orchid, he said he is gradually losing his sight and asked me to propagate this variety for the next few years. 
Which I obliged. 
I did propagate it for over 25 years but only twice it bloomed. 
I had a few saplings when I left Ceylon. 
I had no time to dispose them. 
The orchids were in good health and all bloomed except this particular orchid. 
I knew nobody could look after them well enough.
I never used artificial fertilizer. 
 
No artificial fertilizer was my conviction.
 
With simple methods I got it right.
Only thing, I added was tea leaves and rarely some ash from plants, I burned.
I had a huge dragon plant which I uprooted due to its roots penetrating the cement cracks.
 
Vanilla plant, another orchid was there but no flowers. 
But I did not give up.

That was the time I was getting interested in rooftop gardening.
Water plants and ornamental fish keeping were other interests.
 
But NO to orchids  (orchids need 40 to 60% shade and lot of humidity), well into retirement. 
 
But I have a lovely collection of books on orchids.

With global warming peaking up gardening is not a hobby for old guy with little hair on top.

Now to the Cocoa Tree 
Cocoa tree is the best tree to propagate orchids.
One day on my way back home from Colombo, I found a small rotten cocoa pod with a fruit vendor. 
I did purchase huge amount of various bananas from him. 
The idea was to get hold of the rotten cocoa. 
He obliged and I told him it was for seeds.
 
I managed to germinate only two out of the many seeds. 
 
I had the habit of collecting seeds and testing  how many would germinate out of 10 seeds. 
Tomatoes was my favorite testing seed plant. 
Seeds included paddy seeds.
 
The cocoa plants  when sturdy enough were re-potted on two big pots.
 
I looked after them with much care, almost with the interest of Linux.
 
They needed lot of water.

The secret I discovered accidentally.

The black ants love the roots of this plant.
 
They make their nests well hidden from above. 
Only when I get a nasty sting I know there are many eggs underneath.
The black variety.
I make a little but intentional commotion and they make subsidiary nests helping my rooftop garden plants. 
 
Only a few are soldiers and most of them are docile. 
 
That is my antidote for red tiny ants.
They clean up red ants in 2 days.
 
The bounty is there are no red ants, if you have a cocoa tree.

Now getting ready to come over to Australia, I neglected the rooftop garden and one of the Cocoa tree died a natural death but the other one I kept going.
During the dry season most of the leaves except two or three fall and only the stem remains (in our rooftop garden) until the rain comes.
 
That is enough to keep the orchids surviving. 
 
It's bark is perfect for orchids.

So I went to one of my other (relative) elder brothers (the other guy had gone to Trincomalee camp) to find a cocoa pod. 
 
He was planning to go to Canada two weeks after me. 
 
I told him not worth toiling in Ceylon.

The plan was for him to bring me a Cocoa Pod and the additional agenda was to have a good meal at Kandyan Reagency Hotel.

For me it was Hoppers and Hoppers.

This cocoa pod was given to my regular three wheeler driver for him to make few saplings for my rooftop garden.
If I do not come back, to Ceylon, he has to look after, only two cocoa plants.

I am sure would do that.

That is not the end of the Cocoa Story.

1. The piece of chocolate I ate today, had only the taste of chocolates and no real chocolate. 
Most of it was bubble gum, almost 99%

2. Chocolates are the most expensive commodity weight for weight.

3. Real chocolate have over 300 micro ingredients.

4. Many of these ingredients have medicinal value.

5. I have been saying this for over 20 years and nobody in Ceylon consider growing cocoa commercially, like it used to be.

6. It is not labour intensive to grow and and harvest.

7. Some countries in Africa are dominating the world market and thereby decide the price of chocolate we eat.

8. I used to go to KANDOS chocolate factory in Palle Kelle, every Christmas. 
Chocolates were my standard Christmas gift.
Not any more.
I believe they are importing chocolate powder from Africa (if that factory is NOT taken over by Indian interests and thereby totally destroyed).

9. EDNA was another company making chocolates.

10. Three was another brand most likely Munchy Biscuits producing non-branded chocolate variety.
 
There is room for chocolates manufacturing in Ceylon but what matters is the taste and the quality.

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Jack Fruit Seller

 Jack Fruit Seller 

He is the craftiest of all and worse than an average politician.

I did not buy anything from him after initial investigations.

My involvement with him was related to my Fruit Vendor whom I knew for a very long time.
He undercuts the other guy without paying anything to the Municipality.
The above guy found this place as convenient as to sell his jack fruits.
He did not have a stall but ventured deliberately without paying taxes to the Municipality.
 
I did my home work before confronting him.

His premises were based on
We love jack fruits
Our women in the cities or suburbs do not want to touch the latex of this fruit.
It is a special skill which I learned from my school days.
 
Delicacy is "Pani Waraka"  or sweet Jack Fruit.
It is hard to find a good fruit bearing tree nowadays, vandalized by the Ma Ra regime.
What he was selling was not the real Sweet Jack fruit but was an inferior variety.
He does not sell it as a fruit.
He removes the endocarph of the fruit.
In the morning it is relatively cheap.
Once has has collected the daily income, he jacks up the price after 2PM.
This is the time when the University guys do their daily vegetable shopping.  
 
I call him a mafiosi guy for this tactics.
 
It was OK but he started bringing other fruit varieties to undercut the established fruit vendor.
I once warned him and said I am going to report to the University, if he does any harm to my fruit vendor.
 
I did no have any dealing with him, afterwards.
He owns a lorry, later I discovered.

My Favorite Fruit Seller

My Favorite Fruit Seller

This guy I knew him from my University days.

He has a lovely collection of fruits.
 
He keeps a number of Durian for me when the season comes.
Every week he has a trip to other vendors and buy them in bulk.
 
My favorite banana was Ambhan.
 
Well, I miss them all but if I remained there my money was not enough to maintain with cost of living gone up by 300%.

This Ranil guy is worse than that Jewish guy, Shylock.

Our guys are stuck without an annual salary increment going par with inflation and these vendors cannot jack up the prices, for the regular uses.
They are hit by both sides.
 
Purchase side and the selling side.

On second thought, I feel like making a book illustrating these silent guys who contribute to our economy and never get a chance to ses his or her MP.

"Little Guys That Make Me Live in Ceylon'" is a tentative Title, since I have produced a book detailing (including Mana Wadu in my book) other relatively close guys.
 
The guy lends me his pair of spikes for an important sports meet.
He tops the list.
He was the last one whom, I met at the airport.
He is a nature lover and a globe trotter.
I do not know where he is now.
 
I think he does not believe in Rebirth and wants to cover the globe in one go.
I never question his religious beliefs, who was born as Buddhist.
 
His grandfather was the richest guy in my village. 
He left nothing for him except a useless wood paneled boutique which he showed me once.
He has his own self-made beautiful house.
He did it himself from bricks to mortar.
 
I tried to wean him off building houses at this age past 70 but does not.
His wife asked me to tell him off.
He is older than me.
 
I saved him from a female Professor of Medicine,
She treated him for a non existing heart illness.
 
Self willed guy a blessing to this country.
 
Yes, I miss him and the fruit vendor.
His wife was a lawyer who had been very helpful when I had my own minor inconsistencies (antagonizing politicians).
By the way, he is not a fruit vendor but a retired trained science teacher.
Like me he likes practical physics.

Elephant Bath

 Elephant Bath

Elephant bath, it was where everybody who visits Kandy go to see elephant when it is not the Perehara season.

Botanical garden and Elephant bath were two landmarks of visit to the city.

Now no more thanks to development projects like Polgolla dam to divert water to the dry zone.

I must address an issue that this dam caused after its opening. I must retell this story for the present engineers to understand the need to release water downstream regularly to avoid similar episodes.

The downstream water spilled over the dam was not enough to cover the river bed. Soon water pools begin to form and the mosquitoes started breading in them. For the first time we started detecting Malaria in Kandy.

Any place under 4500 feet Malaria mosquito can breed. Then water samples collected with mosquito larvae confirmed that Malaria mosquito was breeding in Kandy for the first time.

Now the remedy was to spray DDT on the river bed. This was actually the consolidation phase of Malaria campaign and we prematurely relaxed spraying with the recommendation of the WHO.

Story circulating at that time was that the resident Malaria Campaign Officer who was  a foreigner, fearing his job would be axed, if we successfully completed the campaign gave wrong signal to withdraw spraying prematurely.

In any case by the time of the opening of the Polgolla Dam in 1976, the malaria had spread all over and Kandy was relatively immune.

Now spraying the river bed was no feasible with people using it for bathing.

Our public officers gave the Mahaweli an order to intermittently release the water giving them correct instruction considering the life cycle of the Malaria larvae, so that the larvae get destroyed before they become mature mosquitoes. This was a simple remedy but was very effective to arrest malaria spread in Kandy.

I do not think they still practice this simple remedy. One visit to Earl’s Reagent Hotel is enough to witness whether they are practising common sense.

Now it was only yesterday I went to Kandy to buy something double sided sticker to stick the Telephone box to the wall. I was going from one corner of the city to the other corner  to find the same without any success. At one point the cross road and the main were blocked and people were getting ready (some Bank organising the thing) a procession.

Very young elephant with soaring sun beating down was covered with a decorated overcoat and was kept waiting till the men and the retinue got ready.    This poor animal while baking himself in the sun was trying to lift foot/feet in rotation, giving some respite to the burning feet (it was like the restless feet of old people who suffer from a similar burning but less distressful to the owner).

It was a pathetic sight to watch and mahout was nonetheless not bothered about the young animals welfare. They are only exhibits without real life away from the jungle habitat. Mind you, I am one who is totally against domesticating these majestic creatures.

Ill treatment is totally unacceptable.

Not only they have lost a place for bathing they have lost all sense of well being under human care in this Buddhist country. These majestic animals love water and water is a sport for them and that is how they keep them cool under a thick skin. With global warming and even in Kandy temperature going above 95 degrees Fahrenheit, they have no comfort zone.

It is criminal.

Not only humans even animals need water for survival and that water has to be good for drinking.

Which is not true today.

Misdirected Power

Taking a Young Guy from his Mother as a Soldier to fight a raging war or in to priesthood to preach nonsensical Wisdom or making him become a divisive Politician is / are all manifestation/s of brute Power in our modern system.

Showing the guy to become a self assured craftsman (includes computer literacy) is a gift of mankind.

Some of the ideas originated from Dhammapada but the political idea is my own.
 
I try not to be a political animal.
 
This site promotes Linux Wisdom.

Monday, December 23, 2024

Sumerian Cuneform Studies

UR 
Nineveh 

Abraham 

Gods of Annunaki 
It is said Annunakies descended from Heaven.
There Annunaki gods fought among themselves 

(Similarities with Hindu Gods Vishnu, Krishna, Sita, Ravana and Rama. There are myriads of gods in Hindu mythology)

Ninava (moon god)

Canan
Annavi
Enki
Envil

It was polytheistic to begin with.
It was probably Abraham who made it a monotheistic.

Whereas, Buddhism which predated Christianity is not based on God Creation of this world.
Buddha is a supreme human being and not a god.
There were many other Buddha's in this World Systems and Cosmology.

In Buddhist texts there are many other World Systems and the beings are called heavenly beings (in other words aliens in modern context) numbering over 30 gods.

World Systems come and go.
Multiverse is possible in Buddhism.
But science is not the essence of Buddhism but The Mind is.

All conditions are Mind Based.
That is the teaching of Dhamma

The God Concept is not knew but as a old as 10,000 to  5000 years.
Sumarians
Mayans
Aboriginal 

Muslims of the ISIS destroy these artifacts wherever they find them destroying all the archiological evidence.
Muslims fear human history and stick to one world order.

No different to Economic World Order of Blilderbergs.

Currently, this monotheism has gone into paranoid mode.

By 2050 there won't be any religion left on this planet.

AI would have overcome the human spirituality and we are heralding a machine age and machine language.

I do not like AI evolution at all.

Humanity cannot go into another dimension. It would perish allowing for another cycle (cosmic evolution) to begin.
End is in vicinity with Nuclear Holocaust looming.

This cycle will go into eternity.

There is no real time in cosmic evolution.

Time is an illusion that immerse us in many views and opinions. Many views and dimensions give us perspective in reality.

It is very difficult to grasp reality.

This does not mean, I oppose different views and religions.
What I oppose is conflicts among them that leads to Wars.

Currently it is Economic War spearheaded by the Democratic Hegemony.

Would the Republican hegemony become any better?

Sunday, December 22, 2024

Private Bus Mafia

How this operates I do not know.
 
I got to know little about private Bus Mafia with a single incident.

Once my favorite bus drivers was absent for a prolonged period of time.
I did some research work and found that he was down with a minor stroke.
I can remember, he asking me a few questions and I told him, the moment, if he has new changes in his physical makeup (refrain from driving- his symptoms, I won't quote here, since some guys and girls who read this make their own diagnoses), he should stop driving and go for a proper assessment.
This is called T.I.A.
I prescribed him daily low dose aspirin, which he probably did not take.
I blasted him for not following my instructions, to get the message through.

I got him admitted to a hospital and he had a reasonable recovery and after long stay home, came back to work.

He had many economic liabilities.

This is not me, as a medical guy but as a responsible citizen, helping fellow citizens.
 
The bus owners are in the Bus Mafia from Senior Premadasa, time. 
They treat conductors the worse and drivers little less worse.
That is the reason for the state of public and private bus service in Ceylon.
That Mana Wadu guy I mentioned elsewhere was given a card of aspirin by me.
He did not take but died prematurely.

Read that piece here it is a long one one Economics and Uncertainty Principle.

How do I catch these Mafiosi Guys?

It is simple.
Every moment, I go out I am on the watch out within my sphere of activity.

It is from dog shit in our footpath to guy who is smuggling adulterated alcohol to vendor who is selling sweets or fruits.

I am a keen observer and it has no boundaries and extend to the mother nature.
Stream flowing by, birds singing and dogs doing their daily routines are part of this spectrum.
 
Dogs take a special role.

I take a ques from very observant dogs and they show distinct dislike for intruders and tricksters in any neighborhood.

Follow their (dogs) steps and avoid any dealing with them even casually.

One should not become paranoid but simply self assured.

Alcohol Mafia in My Neighborhood

Alcohol Mafia is powerful.
Some Three Wheeler Drivers are hooked to alcohol.
They do not have a take home salary.
Some of them come home searching me on Sundays for a a drink.
I give a give good drink (of course one has to abstain) and say this is the first and the last.
I suppose if I contested my locality on an independent ticket I would have scraped through.
I doubt.
In fact, I wanted to become a Provincial MP at least once to understand their problems.
But local mafia strongly opposed.

Paper Mafia of the Government Office

This in remembrance of my friend Mana Wadu who succumbed most likely to Coronavirus.
I used to study each piece of Government Legislation which may have had some relevance to my working life and I make a note of the unfriendly insinuation.

In other words loss Public Trust.

Digitalization is not the solution.
Can one obtain a divorce or legal custody of a child.
No.
I have studied the Laws and Bylaws related to Divorce and Custody.
I can give a better advice than a lawyer.

My approach is to make it easier but with binding penalties.

It has many varieties.
1. Kandyan Law
2. Tamil Law of the Thesawalanai
3. Muslim Law
4. Common Law
5. Christian Law
6. Divorce lelated to martime regions
7. Roman Dutch Law

There is lot of paper work for divorce.

Leave alone that painful ordeal divorce for children involved in such a case there many Government Papers related to other laws.

1. Number one is obtaining the pension after the death of the husband.
My mother had to wait for 8 years to get her pension. On closer examination, I found it was one my paternal uncle who was holding the payment.
He was expecting a bribe from my mother.
She may have already given some money to him which she did not tell me.
I was in UK and told her I would sort it out when I am on holiday.
I did it within 10 days.
Then Director of Pensions Mr.  Anil Abeysinghe did it with one stroke of his pen. 
I did not tell him about my uncle but got him transferred from his post in Kandy, Secretariat. He was later involved in swindling money from Maligawa, until the present incumbent Diyawadana Nilame, the masted fraudster of all time took office.

I will list some of other Paperwork that one has to bribe to get a proper copy.

1. Birth certificate
2. Death certificate
3. Marriage certificate
4. Title deal of a property
I had to wait for 12 years.
5. Title deal of a car or three wheeler 
6. Identity card
7. Passport
8. 
Udagama            Premadasa
Sumurdiya          Chandrika 
Aswasuma          Ranil
Diwiinaguma       Private Bazil's project with 10% cut

By the way, the easiest is to get a sworn affidavit, which I have many.
My father had made many mistakes in my birth certificate.
I finally got it corrected at the age of 55.
Nisi declaration was made on a evening paper. A copy is still with me.

Three Wheeler Mafia

Lot of Topic comes to my mind.
This would be long.
Before, I left Ceylon each one was given a treat and each one was shown the weakness within him and how to address that particular weakness, expecting them not to see me for long time, in Ceylon.

I said NPP would come to power and adjust accordingly but do not expect much in return, without giving my reasons.

I have a few rules.
1. No gossips with me while driving.
Any conversation is before he starts.
End the trip usually with a good comment appreciating his contribution.

No bad comments but say directly I would not go with him again.

2. How long it takes and the route he is taking. Look at whether he has a wrist watch.

3. No smell of alcohol.

4. No offloading of stuff on his way.
One job A to B to C and drop.
If return is required the time to come back.

5. Has he got another job immediately after.

6. Never ask the charge.
He always gets extras and sometimes delicious food he has never eaten.

7. Some guys say no at the beginning.
Mainly due to personal reasons (not having license, other regular odd jobs including school children, won't go in front of the police station or does not care a bit for rules stated above).

Each particular guy has his own characteristics.

I have one guy who is very loyal and never cheat. Over time he has gained confidence. He does other odd jobs for me. He was the one who dropped me off at the hotel and help me with the luggage. He would have come to the airport if not for my friend. He waited for my friends arrival. He was bit late but within the safe zone. 
He was booked a room but he decided to come in the morning instead.

1. One guy is a fast tracker.
I always have to say slow down. I pick him for long trips and when keeping appointments.

2. Another guy does it for his daily alcohol. He used to be a good worksman. 
Alcohol addiction has ruined him and his family. He had all the signs of chronic alcoholism including confabulation.

3. Majority has no additional skills.

4. One guy has lost everything including his three wheeler. When desperate he come asking for money.
He was allowed to come on Sundays if he needs money.

5. One guy was a total addict and drunk during working hours. He was disposed to his home town in Galle well before any misadventure.

6. Another guy used to do odd jobs and was very reliable. He used to do snooping knowing that I was about to leave. I dropped him 3 months before my departure. It is none of his business to snoop around which every three wheeler does.

7. Another guy, I suspected was a  gambling addict.

8. Another guy who used to take my wife on her enrolls was an ace gossip king, which I could tolerate.
But what put me off was on one of my tours he did 3 or 4 of his private scheduled work from Kandy to way back home. 
I counted each one of them.
At the end, I said I want call him again.
He was very surprised.
I told him my job first and your jobs last.
He pick the route also to suit his jobs.
I am going to tell my wife, too.
Please NO, Sir.
I said it is my right.
He understood.

Each one of them in a professional way, I told their good and bad habits.
It is called constructive criticism.
In that respect, we are very bad as a Nation. 
That is why our three wheeler drivers so bad. This is true of NPP MPs. They cannot take criticism in correct perspective.

In a different note, this election produced a lot of YouTube guys and girls. They are running short of political ideas. 
This piece and other pieces here are for them to pick up and talk about consumer related issues.

I am not in Ceylon and give a damn to what happens in Ceylon and won't tune into their programs come year, 2025.

So if you pick a guy for traveling be choosy.

I have a few more memorable incidents.
One was an accident.
I have just taken my daughter a Sunday, tuition class. It was a quiet day. 
I walked down street and turned to cross the pedastrian crossing. 
A three wheeler guy hit me on the leg hard and did a football summersault to prevent my head hitting the cement payment. The three wheeler knock was so hard on the rebounce, I hit my chin on the pavement. 
I had a thundering earache. I came around to the driver side and took the man by his neck and said I will kill you, if you do not take me home now. 
I meant it and he said that I will take you to the hospital. I told the guy I am a doctor and if wish to die in my home not in hospital. I gave him strict instruction to my house and told him not to open the mouth until we reach home. 
Drive safely.
Came home and paid him twice and said not to see me for 2 years, lest I clout you on the head. He is not allowed to play WARD street for two years.
For two years, I did not get into another Three Wheeler. 
I did go to the Three Wheeler Station and see him again after 2 years and said, it is OK the Court Order is over now. 
I did not see him again.

Other story, is related to all the Three Wheelers.
Till lately, untily retirement I used to walk down to the bus station. I had the habit of walking onto to the mainroad from the side road abruptly.
Right in front of the road is Mr. Hameed's House. He used to get up early and goes to the Mosque everyday. Them he sits in front of the road watching passersby, especially me.
He shoults hard and stopped me running to a speeding vehicle. 
This over 1000 times.
He saved my life many a times.
The sad part was he was knocked downed and killed by a motorcycle rider at 4.30AM in the morning. The guy broke his legs and I did not want to see this boy ever. He killed the guy who saved my life many a time. It took some time for coroner's inquiry and the body to be brought home.
Yes, tears fell down my eyes.
I could not stop.
I have a stiff lips and dry eyes having been a pathologist but this guy made big difference.

I wish him to be in heaven.

The rules mentioned above followed these two catastrophes.
I stopped coming down to the raod after coronavirus pandemic.
Since, then Three Wheelers had to come and pick me at home. I used to go out less but paid them handsomely.


Ownership of Three Wheelers 

This part has direct relevant to plight of most of the three wheeler drivers.
These I have heard but not varified.
A boy Mafia guy owns most of the three wheelers in a particular area. This a side industry.
He used to hire them for daily fee. It used to be Rs. 250/=.
Now must be Rs.1000/=.
They have to make Rs.3000/= a day, just to survive. 
That is why fares are very high.
Driver takes everything out from the passenger.
Only a very few have three wheeler on his own but he has to pay the monthly Finace.

It is a dead end industry.
Besides, only a limited number is allowed in a particular station. 
There is another mafia there.