1960 Medical batch, Colombo, Sri Lanka.

Friday, June 19, 2015

- by Ms.Therese Nilmini

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Gallege De Silva

16 Jun (3 days ago)

*The good old days in good old Ceylon*
by Ms.Therese Nilmini

Off to School in red Double Decker
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> The ride was a must in a CTB bus
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> One leg on the foot board
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> The other dangling free
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> Imminent danger
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> Was a mere glee
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> 20 kids plus
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> In a space for three
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> Hung on the silver pole
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> How many could it hold?
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> Galle Road to Maradana
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> 5c half price ticket
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> Cost was not so dear
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> Cut school on a lazy Friday,
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> Off to the show at 10.30, the Liberty,
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> Queued down the street not long to go
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> Braving the sun for ten thirty show
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> ABBA the movie, the latest release in 70mm
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> The gallery destination please
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> The cheapest seats, a 55c each,
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> Dripping sweat from our chins to our knees
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> Gallery was for the lower class
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> Rs 1.10 for the second class
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> Never could afford the first class
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> ODC was for the upper class
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> Been there free of charge
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> Once thrown out by security guards
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> Balcony was certainly no go
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> There was always not enough dough
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> Friend drove a Morris, we'd all pile on in
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> His friend had Ford, a little more space
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> Uncle too had a car
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> That kept us all fit
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> With a “thallu” start to gain more pace
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> Waited for March, big match day
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> And the Cycle Parade was before that day
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> Collect the money for thosi kade
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> And the fun was to ring the College bell before the end of
> school time.
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> First stop was the belfry, to ring the bell then run like
> hell,
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> laughing all the way.
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> Then the man in charge shouting and start chasing all the
> way
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> Meet the girl friend for a chat
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> Holding hands was the most we got.
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> Bus halt the preferred place
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> These were the good old days.
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> Zellers, Knickerbocker Glory and Bambalapitiya flats
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> Perhaps some of you are too young to appreciate this...
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> You may however ask your parents and they would agree.
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> When the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in
> the
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> bathrooms, fail a test or chew gum.
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> And the banquets were in the tuck-shop,
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> And we danced to a gramophone later, and all the girls wore
> fluffy pastel gowns,
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> And the boys wore 'longs' for the first time,
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> And we were allowed to stay out and watch a 9.30 PM show at
> the
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> Liberty and the Majestic and the Savoy
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> And the biggest thrill was holding hands...!
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> When a Sunbeam Alpine or an MG was everyone's dream
> car,
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> To cruise, peel out, lay rubber and watch the road races and
> people went steady.
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> It was the greatest weekend to go to
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> the Galle Face Hotel's 'Coconut Grove' with the
> JETLINERS,
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> or The Ceylinco Ball Room with the SPITFIRES
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> Or The Little Hut With the AMAZING GRACE
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> Or The Akasa Kade with Sam the Man! / Sun & Sand
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> And no one ever asked where the car keys were 'cause
> they were always
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> in the car, in the ignition,
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> and the doors were never locked,
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> and you got into big trouble if you accidentally locked the
> doors at
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> home, since no one ever had a key.
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> Remember, lying on your back on the grass with our friends
> and saying
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> things like "That cloud looks like a..."
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> Playing cricket with no adults to help kids with the rules
> of the game.
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> Back then, cricket was not a psychological group learning
> experience -
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> It was a game!
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> Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps
> and
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> hermetic seals 'cause no one had yet tried to poison a
> perfect
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> stranger?
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> With all our progress... Don't you just wish... Just
> once.....
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> You Could slip back in time and savour the slower pace...
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> And share it with the children of the 80's and
> 90's...
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> So, send this on to someone who can still remember
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> Bill Haley and the Comets,
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> The Hardy Boys,
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> Laurel & Hardy,
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> Roy Rogers and 'Trigger',
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> Famous Five,
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> The Galle Face Green,
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> The Lone Ranger, Kinross.... The Otters,
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> The Piccadilly at Wellawatte,
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> 'house-dances', Jam Sessions,
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> Zellers at Bamba,
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> 'The Blue Leopard' and of course Sirisanda...
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> Bill Forbes and The Jay Cee Shows at Mount Lavinia Hotel
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> And Evenings filled with bike rides,
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> Playing in cowboy land, and visits to the pool...
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> The 'Bamba Flats'....
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> Fish & Chips & Sundaes with that special Chocolate
> sauce at the 'Fountain Cafe.'
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> Mouth-watering "knicker bocker glory", and the
> jaggery sundae.
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> Buriyani at Pilawoos.
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> Mayfair....Lion House ...
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> When being sent to the principal's office was nothing
> compared to the
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> fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
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> Basically, we were in fear for our lives,
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> But it wasn't because of terrorism'....drive by
> shootings,
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> drugs, gangs, alcohol and road rage...etc.
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> Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
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> But we all survived....
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> Because their love was greater than their threat.
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> Didn't that make you feel good? .
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> Just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that!'
> ........
>
> And was it really that long ago?

Monday, June 15, 2015

Women are like Fruits.

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Women are like Fruits. Every woman has her own unique taste and colour. But the problem is the Men. They seem to love fruit salad....

Sunil Liyanage

Only the Irish have Jokes Like These

Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy,
looking like he'd just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken,
his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp
"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
" Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little shit, O'Conner," says Sean,
"He couldn't do that to you,
he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had,
and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
" Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself,
didn't you have something in your hand?"
That I did," said Paddy.
"Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of
beauty it was, but useless in a fight."

*****************************************

An Irishman who had a little too much to drink
is driving home from the city one night and,
of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.

A cop pulls him over.
"So," says the cop to the driver,
where have ya been?"
" Why, I've been to the pub of course,"
slurs the drunk.
" Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite
a few to drink this evening."
"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and
folding his arms across his chest,
"that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk.
"For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."

*****************************************************

Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual,
when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks.
"I've somethin' to tell ya".
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim.
But where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda."
There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus
is dead and gone. I'm sorry.
Finally, she looked up at Tim.
"How did it happen, Tim?"

"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat
of Guinness Stout and drowned."

"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me truth, Tim.
Did he at least go quickly?"

"Well, Brenda... no. In fact,
he got out three times to pee."

************************************

Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after
his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears.
He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?"
She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news.
My husband passed away last night."
The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible.
Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?"
She says, "That he did, Father."
The priest says, "What did he ask, Mary? "
She says, He said,
'Please Mary, put down that damn gun...'

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ANDTHE BEST FOR LAST

A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church,
enters a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing.
The Priest coughs a few times to get his
attention but the drunk continues to sit there.
Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.
The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin,
there's no paper on this side either!"