Being a Buddhist in Sri Lanka is similar to being a god-fearing advocate of the Roman Catholic Church.

I’m pissed because I was forced to hear a bana yesterday night. The fucking monk went on and on about the virtues of shame and fear (lajjawa saha baya) as if they were the foundations of society. Well, come to think of it, he is right; the very core of sinhala-buddhist practice is fear and shame.

The reason why good people dwell in silence is because of fear and shame. The reason why no body gives a fuck and nobody wants to change anything is because of fear and shame. The reason why every Sri Lankan is suspended in a cold-death like coma is because of fear and shame.

The youth who are destined to become the change in this country are reduced to 70 year-old grandmas and grandpas who would rather sit in their arm chair and look at the sky all day. Due to fear and shame.

These religious nutjobs are driving me crazy each and everyday. It’s one thing thing to be impotent and seek only tranquility in life. But depriving a whole nation of living a passionate and fulfilling life? What The Fuck?

(courtesy a forwarded mail)

This is probably funnier than the last one. The guy wants a girl who doesn’t watch Sirasa TV, but he is also ready and willing to leave beloved motherland behind and fly off to another country. An awesome example of the cognitive dissonance seen in patriotic fucktards.

This is one of the bloody films that I thoroughly enjoyed. Especially the ending.

Religion is probably the best place for a scoundrel to hide, after patriotism.  It’s made for men who cannot think for themselves and for women who have no sense of humor.

Would be overjoyed if a similar film was made and a sinhala-buddhist patriotic monk was killed in the end.

Too much of it, to be precise.

Apparently it’s possible to be too intelligent. Specially if you’re a woman.

Last week’s one night stand was a Ph.D candidate from Canada, and she nearly cried her heart out complaining that Sri Lankan men don’t like girls with too much “qualifications”. I had to disagree, but she insisted that I’m not marriage-material. I dunno whether I should be relived or worried?!?

But anyhoo, she’s right. Most of me friends did in the end marry girls who would stay at home, cook & clean, and be decent housewives. I’ve even heard one of them saying that the worst thing that can happen to a man is marrying someone who’s more intelligent than you.

Maybe I’m not very good at this selection process, but I’ve always been intrigued by girls who can sustain a good conversation. Be it debating about the general theory of relativity or the dynamics of information entropy, I love women who are fascinated by science and the world around them.

It’s a really a rare catch to find an intelligent woman, and when I do, I seem to stick with them for a longer period of time. Until of course they get fed-up with me not keeping up.

So this is kind of an ode to intelligent women. Please consider that there are guys who love your company. Even though you don’t consider us “marriage-material”.

As a policy decision, I never watched Superstar or American Idol. Simply because like Rupavahini News and Sirasa Gon Depaya, it appeals only to the opposite end of the bell curve.

But yesterday, stumbling through the Sri Lankan youtube users, I discovered Surendra Perera. I listened to that song over a hundred times over the last 24 hours, and still I’m not tired to hear it again. Watched all  his other songs as well, which are simply unparallel.

He’s probably the best voice Sri Lanka has ever seen, falling above singers such as Amaradeva, Kasun Kalhara, Victor and Jothi. (with respect to voice, not innovation)

Just hope this guy can channel his potential to create his own style. Damn, I would kill to have a voice like that…

1.) Rosh bit me. I’ll hate her forever

2.) I was insecure enough to waste four years of me life at uni. To top it all off it was in a desert called Moratuwa.

3.) I’m an INTP

4.) My favourite sex tape is Severina Vuckovic’s.

5.) My only sin is green tea (sencha)

6.) I have a pony tail

7.) I think, therefore I am single.

It kind of feels like it. But it’s not.

Among the many things the film had to say, that was probably the lamest..But the film is pretty good. One of the most intelligent, anti-love and cynical films that I’ve seen in quite awhile.

I have no idea why its in the comedy genre though; it’s everything but funny. For some people it could be kind of disturbing even.

I liked it. That’s all that matters.

After watching this video I felt not so bad about eating chicken… This is human cruelty 101.

After watching this video a couple of months back, I vowed that I would install Ubuntu in my Laptop this year.

Having a dual boot system, I now have the luxury of running my fav apps like 3ds, aftereffects, OneNote, and Matlab in Windows, while playing around in Linux when I feel bored. They say that Linux has a better power management system for laptops than Windows, so cutting down on my electricity bill was also part of the plan.

So far I only use Ubuntu to browse the web and download torrents, but I already feel like a philanthropic opensource geek with dreams of changing the world into one big smiley altruistic society. You see, the ubuntu community is so helpful and fast I feel like that I’ve been somehow exploited by windows in the past few years.

Plus, the sweet aroma of building a better society in a world filled with patriotic bozos who openly advocate war (killing people) and corruption (stealing money), is kind of refreshing.

P.S. Did you know that Ubuntu means “humanness” in Zulu?

In this part of the globe, there comes a time in life where its virtually impossible to escape from marriage proposals. And pesky gossiping aunties.

I don’t make it a habit to visit my relatives. But quite so rarely when I do, I get bombarded with questions, hints and suggestions. My reaction as always is to crack some jokes at their expense about the-oh-so-beautiful-married-life, which for some reason doesn’t come off as offending to them as I would like.

Is it just me or do these old ladies have perverted minds that fantasize about me going down on some young innocent virgin. Yeah, it’s probably just me…. but anyhoo…

It seems that marriage is the only way to go ahead with life as they know it. It also seems that marriage is the only way to have sex. I’m not the person who convince kids that Santa Claus is real so I described the various lucrative options offered by massage parlours in Colombo to one pesky aunty, but realized mum was intently following my discussion and cut short on the details.

Its bad enough that I can’t convince me parents and aunties that I don’t need a suitable partner. But its worse to see that the people I love so dearly want to put me in the same misery they have put themselves in.

It’s not that I don’t like girls. They smell nice and occasionally have an overwhelmingly awesome maternal instinct that that drives even men like meself wild with emotion. But I would never consider spending the rest of my life with one.

For one, these creatures have been suppressed by society for the entirety of their lives. Either they’ll expect you to be their Master and Daddy Dearest who spoils and disciplines… Or they’ll yearn to be independent inside and whatever you do will not make any significant difference. (Refer the movie “Little Children”)

Secondly, marriage is a bad business idea. If you decide to quit, she gets half of what you own. If she decides to quit, she still gets half of what you own. If no one decides to quit, she gets everything you own; including your soul, credit card details and future dreams/prospects.

Thirdly and most importantly, marriage is an emotional nightmare. I’ve blogged about why it’s an outdated concept, but since most people are afraid to agree with me way of thinking, let me put it this way; marriage puts a lot of strain on the emotional cortex, and forces you to become the same person for the rest of your life. A price that most people would willing pay for stability and the illusion long-term commitment.

I see no fun in any of dat. Only misery.