The peace dealings between the former warring parties have
been progressing pretty well. So much so that it is hard to recognise
the former enemies nowadays. “It is like old chums meeting,” Long
John at the Secretariat that is Peace was overheard saying last week
on Bala and the Professori shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries.
The camaraderie is such that at the next round, Long John
would not be surprised if the guys exchange bags full of mangoes. As
long as it is mangoes and not explosives, we all are happy and in time
we hope there might be mangoes to savour for the other citizens as
Satellite’s buddies Alaaavi and two others had organised a
dinner at the abode that is Presidential so that the good lady could
hob nob with 250 Muslim invitees. From the beginning though things did
not go well.
For starters, none of the PA MPs from the same faith were
invited, not even the good lady from the NUA. The only family members
allowed in were those of the three organisers.
Finally, all of them had to kick their heels, scratch their
heads and wait for three long hours for Satellite’s arrival at her
own place. And to think the fasting season ended weeks ago.
Old habits sure die hard eh!
The best way to bring the screaming MPs together is to import
a band, by the looks of it. Members put aside party differences and
other such trivialities to scamper for tickets for the latest show, at
least on behalf of fellow members. When PA chap, Sarana from the five
villages wanted free-bees for the UB40 do, not less than 16 members
obliged and signed on the letter.
The helpful souls included Nimal the Sri Palour, the Ven
Samitha, Navinna and his pal Soma, Pavithra the Jungle Lady so on so
forth. Sarana was the recipient of 34 free tickets. Another list of
eight included SLMC’s Thowfique and Harris on the list that had its
tickets delivered to Fairy Ashraff’s house.
A little bird whispers that Mahindananda the new village boy
was not too happy of our little nut of his going after Ravi K’s sec
to get free tickets, denying it to all and sundry. Well, sorry to
disappoint you, you happen to be number three in the Ashraff list. And
now they call him pina. Sin no!
sees the Lights
A lawyer by profession Ra -kneel is a modest man, and was
seen at the black coats annual pow pow mingling comfortably and
reminding all and sundry with refreshing humility that he is the only
lawyer to have left the profession as a junior. Having made a
hilarious but dignified speech, the Pee Em quipped ‘lawyers have
been asking me what I have done for the junior lawyers. As I came into
power I removed from
practise, the one who finances, the one who defends, and Far-is the
Mustapha.’ Amidst the laughter, one black coat shouted about
‘poosies’ referring to a comment made by Justice Angel Vee Jay
Moo. The Pee Em with customary good grace avoided the subject, instead
leaving it to the one who presided at the lights of Voet, U-pool
Victorysun to deal with such questions as poosies, no doubt aware of
the Victorysun’s track record in dealing with the feline variety.
Now, wonder whether U-pool’s better half knew what the Pee-em did.
You live and learn Chula girl, you sure live and learn what!
In paradise standards are dropping everywhere and this was
evident at the black coats dinner presided by a pug faced U-pool
Victorysun who, breaking with hallowed tradition, denied at least five
senior counsels that are presidential, seats, being more interested in
holding a bajaw session unheard of in the long and respected
traditions of the Voetlight society.
Only after severe arm twisting were the president’s
counsels, some with over thirty years at the bar able to gain entry to
a somewhat mediocre affair. When a lawyer attached to one
president’s counsel’s chambers inquired of Victorysun why he was
unable to give them tickets when the customary practice is that the
president of the Voetlight society hands over ticket books to senior
lawyers as a matter of courtesy, Victorysun proudly retorted. ”Why
are you complaining? Even Romesh de Silva has not got a table this
‘Voetlights in the best traditions of the legal
profession,’ my foot!
with a smile
A respected judge from the court that is supreme, on hearing
that a president’s counsel also from the brotherhood at whose table
he customarily sits had been denied tickets to Voetlights by the
inimitable U-pool Victorysun, refused to attend the dinner despite
holding a ticket. However, after some serious arm twisting by a fellow
lawyer of the female kind the senior president’s counsel was finally
given ten tickets and the judge was seen smilingly heading the table.
Alas! the grand nephew of SWRD Banda, Shanaka, was not so
lucky. Having in his hand ten tickets for himself and his juniors, he
loped into the Oberoi Golden Ballroom dressed up like a bon bon only
to find that he did not even have a table. Victorysun was seen running
hither and thither in a drunken dither trying to squeeze a kitchen
table into a remote corner to seat those unseated by him despite
holding fabulously expensive tickets.
Adding to the confusion, many others who held valid tickets
were also seen scurrying around in a frenzy with no seats. With a
ticket selling at Rs. 1700, it was a tough price to pay for no seats.
Knowing the Victorysun’s track record of always being unseated from
every post he ever held, this may have been his way of returning the
compliment, a wag was heard muttering.