April ain’t Christmas, but it’s New Year!

I get woken up at the wee hours in the morning with some door-bell ringing under my pillow. It isn’t the time to contemplate or question why I set the door-bell ringtone as the SMS alert, my brain isn’t awake yet.

So it is the Sinhala Tamil New Year in Paradise, and the wishes keep pouring in, filling up my SMS inbox. For some unfortunate mortals like us – who are far away from home – it’s yet another day at work. Another day, another dollar. Be it Tokyo, Shanghai, Jeddah, Toronto, Connecticut or London.

From what I hear, the mood at home is not as celebratory as it would have been, or should have been. There is a certain somber feeling in the air – all of us are feeling the suffering of our fellow countrymen. There may be joy and happiness over-pouring in one’s own cocoon, but the island at large isn’t in the mood for fire-crackers and laughter. We cannot ignore the war. It doesn’t matter which side of the earth-bund your opinion lies, this is one of the most significant days in our calendar that reminds us how closely inter-knitted, and inseparable, the Tamils and the Sinhalese are, in Paradise.

Economic situation has only added to the misery. Pavements of Nugegoda used to be very different just before the New Year, in the good old days. The excitement is gradually disappearing year by year – slowly, but surely. Or I’m just getting old sooner than I ever imagined.

I call home, wish my parents. And call my favourite cousin who has been giving me some attitude, just because I didn’t ask him to pick me up from the airport when I arrived in Colombo for the big-match last month. I thought I was doing him a favour, but wasn’t so it seems. Amends made, albeit some sense of hostility. Some of us Sri Lankans get offended if favours aren’t imposed on them.

I make a few more calls and pull myself out of the bed. Do the usual round and settle for some pita bread and hommus. I wish I had a nice “avurudu” (New Year) breakfast, instead. Kevun, kesel, kiribath...

I turn the television on, and sit in front of my laptop with a cup of tea.


Well, I have a pleasant surprise. A new year gift, all the way from Tokyo. Sach the one nominates a couple of my blogposts for the Top 100 Sri Lankan Blog Posts Book Project by Cerno. One on Sri Lankan Superbrands and the other on Being a Single-Dad in Colombo. Whether they get published or not, this, indeed, is a grand gesture from a fellow blogger.

Suddenly, it feels like New Year. In the middle of the desert in Saudi Arabia.

Sach, thank you. And may a hundred Sakura flowers shower on you when you walk the lonely streets of Tokyo.

And, Happy New Year – to all of you.


  1. Mm, I second the Single Dad one. Loved that, it's what got me started on your blog in the first place :)

    By the way, this line - "Some of us Sri Lankans get offended if favours aren’t imposed on them." - is absolute gold.

    Happy New Year :)

  2. Subha Aluth Avuruddak Wewa SI!

    "Some of us Sri Lankans get offended if favours aren’t imposed on them" so very true! haha great post again... congratulations on the nominations, i do hope that they get published... :)

  3. Subha aluth avuruddak wewa SI :)

  4. Gypsy, Chavie & DeeCee, thanks. Hope you guys had a good one. ;)

  5. Hey, no problems mate!
    Always a pleasure reading your blog. In fact, I've been reading it for two days but my boss wouldn't let me do it - the bugger comes to me taking some work. Honestly, who prefers to work over reading a blog, at work?

  6. Happy New year to you...

    Your single dad post got me reading all your posts.. it deserves to be in the top 100 :)

  7. Sach, yeah I noticed from the oncoming comments. Reading blogs is actually part of work. (at least I’d like to think so...)

    santhoshi, thank you, thank you.

  8. Finally, read 'em all.
    Keep the posts coming man...

  9. Sach, thanks, will do. (at least try my best)
    Looks like somebody has been busy at work! :)

  10. Shush, don't tell anyone.. the news might reach my boss...