Thursday, May 8, 2014

MY TRIP TO SRI LANKA BY YASMIN



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A Sri Lankan, visiting the land of her birth after 45 long years. shares her observations in the form of a 'Letter to Mother Lanka", which she considered to be the ideal format in which to put together her thoughts and feelings.

A poignant and beautiful literary composition of praise and adoration to our beloved Motherland, so eloquently expressed, with such perceptible sincerity.

A Sri Lankan, who, similarly, emigrated to Australia many years ago, commented,
 "Whoever Yasmin is, she has put my thoughts in words; we are blessed children of our Motherland. May we live long enough to see our wishes and dreams for Sri Lanka come true. May I be blessed to be re-born as a Sri Lankan again." I cannot but endorse these sentiments, as I am certain many others privileged to have been born in this resplendent island would.


What a wonderful country this would be, 
if not for its politicians!



“Dear Mother Lanka

There was a sort of unexplainable “sacredness” that walked with me, and permeated and surrounded my being, as I journeyed to rediscover you and reconnect with you physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, after almost 45 years.

After 20 days on this Fairest Isle, the joy of rediscovering you could only match my thrill of reconnecting with you:  the land of my birth, the land of my father and my mother, the land of my ancestors before them, the land that bore me, nurtured me, moulded me into the type of person I am today....

Resplendent Isle, graced with unsurpassed natural beauty of hillside and plain, ocean and river, warm winds and rain....

Just to walk on your soft golden sands, feel the warmth of your wind in my hair, your soft rain upon my face.... to hear your mighty ocean roar, watch the luminous power of lightning spread its tendrils across your darkened sky; the familiar rumble of thunder overhead and the crash when it peaked far above in your clouds beyond your hills; to witness again your heavy tropical showers, to hear the pelting rain upon the roof as it fell to the earth again, to water your land and transform your hills; to wash your leaves, and polish your flowers until they shone with a brilliance rarely seen....

To meet with your people, the salt of your earth...gentle souls that overflow with love, hope and the warmest of welcomes....their generous hospitality that overflows in abundance in city, town,suburb, and village, never changing......their smiles that greet you, and their smiles that bid you goodbye...

To visit with them in their homes and to share with them their longings and strivings, hope and dreams, successes and failures, smiles and tears....and to partake of their hospitality in terms of food and drink, warm hugs and genuine concern for the weary traveller within you...

To see you in your diversity....of animal and bird, of foliage and food....to see exactly how nature intended that they march or fly, two by two, or sometimes as a herd, or a swarm, or a flock, to travel across natural forest tracks at sundown, after a hot, humid day, to drink long and peacefully from the same waterhole....

And then to watch the sun go down on this Paradise Isle...brilliant sunsets of red and yellow, pink and orange, dark purple and magenta.... as your tall, slender, palm trees cast their silhouette against a deepening sky.

Mother Lanka, ravaged by civil war, wrecked by monsoons and tsunamis, burnt by unrelenting sun that beats down from cloudless skies, day after day....

Your riches lie on your fertile earth where green tea bushes dot the landscape, and where trees of clove and cinnamon, teak and rubber, sandalwood and pine, and plants and flowers of every hue, flourish and grow over your undulated hills and stretch further out into your flat, green plains: and deeper still into this same earth, where rare gems and precious stones lie, unequalled in beauty, sparkle, texture and value.

But most of all, your riches lie deep in the hearts of your gentle people.  A hardworking people who ask for no more than what is due to them....a just wage for a day’s work, hope for the future, freedom of speech, and peaceful, safe surrounds in which to raise their families....

They do not ask for, nor do they deserve, inequality, exploitation, poverty and suppression, unrest and despair.

With proper, fair, honest and transparent financial management, proper channelling of resources into your roads, public transport, infrastructure, schools and hospitals, and a totally new and revamped fair system of education without discrimination and with equal opportunity....perhaps less millions spent on unnecessary gigantic billboards displaying smiling images of egoistical politicians at almost every street corner and hillside, and more spent on the very necessary, important and urgent things that really matter....will see you, once again, regain the top spot in SE Asia, and excel as the ‘Pearl of the Indian Ocean’.

Mother Lanka, it was my great honour and privilege to meet your acquaintance once again after all these years, and I know I will come back again to you some day.”

Yasmin. 
March 2014
In the morning, fill us with your love.
We shall exult and rejoice all our days.
Give us joy to balance our afflictions

for the years we knew misfortune.

Saying 'Grace' before meals!

email from  "J. K. S. Weerasekera" 


2 minutes of a doggie meal.
jksw
 








Saying 'Grace' before meals!
You don’t have to know Chinese to understand this.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

If you are clever- This is for you


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To all our batch mates

From Kalu Nana


If you are clever, you can solve this easily.  Please try


Farmer’s last will to his 3 sons


A farmer died leaving his 17 horses to his three sons.
When his sons opened up the Will it read:

My eldest son should get 1/2 (half) of total horses;
My middle son should be given 1/3rd (one-third) of the total horses;
My youngest son should be given 1/9th (one-ninth) of the total horses.

For those of you paying attention...... ½ of 17 = 8.5 horses, 1/3 of 17 = 5.66 horses, 1/9 of 17 = 1.88 horses = for a grand total of 16.04 horses

As it’s impossible to divide 17 into half or 17 by 3 or 17 by 9, the three sons started to fight with each other.
So, they decided to go to a farmer friend who they considered quite smart, to see if he could work it out for them.


The farmer friend read the Will patiently, after giving due thought, he brought one of his own horses over and added it to the 17.

That increased the total to 18 horses.

Now, he divided the horses according to their fathers Will.

1/2     of 18 = 9. So he gave the eldest son 9 horses.
1/3rd of 18 = 6. So he gave the middle son 6 horses.
1/9th of 18 = 2. So he gave the youngest son 2 horses.

Now add up how many horses they have:

Eldest son...9     which is more than the 8.50 that the father intended

Middle son...6    which is more than the 5.66 that the father intended

Youngest…2      which is more than the 1.88 that the father intended

TOTAL IS...17

Now this leaves one horse over, so the farmer friend takes his horse back to his farm.

Problem Solved!


Moral:
The attitude of negotiation and problem solving is to find the 18th horse i.e. the common ground.
Once a person is able to find the 18th horse the issue is resolved. It is difficult at times.
However, to reach a solution, the first step is to believe that there is a solution.
If we think that there is no solution, we won’t be able to reach any!

That’s clever Mathematics.
Kalu Nana

C.S.Nanayakkara

ABBA by Andre Rieu.


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From: Piyusha Atapattu

To all my music loving friends-Wonderful performance. Enjoy. There are lots of references given on the side which you can watch too.




ENJOY



Remember ABBA..?. Here are super orchestrations of their music...


Some more performances by Andre Rieu:-

Nearer my God to Thee

Amazing grace


Philip GV


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Doctors who refuse common treatment methods.

From the psychiatrist who'd never take anti-depressants, to the heart doctor who steers clear of statins, we reveal the medical treatments the experts refuse to have themselves

Here, leading doctors and researchers reveal what they would personally avoid, many of which go against the established view.

Full Story:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2620866/From-psychiatrist-whod-never-anti-depressants-heart-doctor-steers-clear-statins-reveal-medical-treatments-experts-refuse-themselves.html

HOW TO CALL THE POLICE.


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George  Phillips, an elderly man from
Walled Lake, Michigan
, was  going up
 
to be
 but he'd
left the light on in  the garden shed,
which he could see from the bedroom
 
window.
 
George  opened the back door to go turn
off the light, but saw that there were
people in the shed stealing things.

He phoned the police, who  asked 
"Is someone in your house?"

He  said "No," but some people are
breaking into my garden shed and
 
stealing  from me.

The police dispatcher said "All
patrols are busy, you should lock your
doors and an officer will be along when
one is available"

George   hung up the phone and counted to 30.
Then he phoned the police again.

"Hello, I just called you a few seconds
ago because there were people stealing
things from my shed. Well, you don't  have to worry about
them now because I just shot and killed
them both
.  The dogs are eating them
right now," and he hung up.

Within  five minutes, six Police Cars, a
SWAT Team
, a Helicopter,  two Fire
 
Trucks, a Paramedic and an Ambulance
 
showed up at the Phillips'  residence,
 
and caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the  Policemen said to George, 
"I thought you said that you'd shot  them!"

George  said, "I thought you said 
there was nobody available!"

(True  Story)

Don't  mess with old people 

A few chuckles for seniors.
GETTING OLDER

A distraught senior citizen 
phoned her doctor's
office.
 
"Is it true," she wanted to know,
 
"that the medication
 
you prescribed has to be taken
 
for the rest of my life?"
 
"'Yes, I'm afraid so,"' the doctor
 
told her.
 
There was a moment of silence
 
before the senior lady replied,
 
"I'm wondering, then,
 
just how serious is my condition
 
because this prescription is
 
marked
  'NO REFILLS'.."

*********************** 
An older gentleman was
 
on the operating table
 
awaiting surgery
 
and he insisted that his son,
 
a renowned surgeon,
 
perform the operation.
 
As he was about to get the
 
anesthesia, he asked to speak
 
to his son.
 
"Yes, Dad , what is it?"
 
"Don't be nervous, son;
 
do your best,
 
and just remember,
 
if it doesn't go well,
 
if something happens to me,
 
your mother
 
is going to come and
 
live with you and your wife...."
 
(I LOVE IT!)
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Aging:
 
Eventually you will reach a point
 
when you stop lying about your
 
age
 and start bragging about it. 
This is so true.
 
I love
 to hear them say 
"you don't look that old."

--------------------------------- 
The older we get,
 
the fewer things
 
seem worth waiting in line for.
 
(Mostly because we forgot why we
were waiting in line in the first place
!!)
---------------------------------

Some people
 
try to turn back their odometers.
 
Not me!
 
I want people to know
 why 
I look this way.
 
I've traveled a long way
 
and some of the roads weren't
 
paved.

******************** 
When you are dissatisfied
 
and would like to go back to youth,
 
think of Algebra.

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One of the many things
 
no one tells you about aging
 
is that it is such a nice change
 
from being young.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Ah, being young is beautiful,
 
but being old is comfortable.
 
*********
 
First you forget names,
 
then you forget faces.
 
Then you forget to pull up
 
your zipper...
 it's worse when 
you forget to pull it down.
 
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Two guys, one old, one young,
 
are pushing their carts around Wal-Mart
 
when they collide.
 
The old guy says to the young guy,
 
"Sorry about that. I
 
'm looking for my wife,
 and I guess I 
wasn't paying attention
 
to where I was going."
 
The young guy says, "That's OK, it's a
 
coincidence.
 
I'm looking for my wife, too...
 
I can't find her and I'm getting a little
 
desperate."
 
The old guy says,
"Well, maybe I can help you find her...
 
what does she look like?"
 
The young guy says,
 
"Well, she is 27 yrs. old, tall,
 
with red hair,
 
blue eyes, is buxom...wearing no bra,
 
long legs,
 and is
wearing short shorts.
 
What does
 your wife look like?' 
To which the old guy says, "Doesn't
 
matter,
 --- let's look for yours." 
(ADORABLE)

********************* 
(And this final one especially for me,)
 
"Lord,
 
keep Your arm around my shoulder
 
and Your hand over my mouth!"

Now, if you feel this doesn't apply to you . . .
stick around awhile . . .
 
it will!