Sumi the Moon-lion is planting stories here and there at what
a great job she did at the Lanka bank. She has also been boasting
about the new appointment she is to get as chief of the utilities
club. Only this rag knows how much of Sumi’s tittle-tattle is
full of tripe.
The old girl was forced to hand in her resignation from the
bastion of public money because she received a gentle nudge from the
powers that be — that enough is enough. She has blotted her
copybook at the bankuwa big time. The details, soon to be out
folks, will read better than a Robert Ludlum. Sometimes big talk can
sure get you into trouble, especially when you don’t know to
call it quits when you are ahead and end up rousing sleeping dogs. You
better watch out Sumi — you better not cry.
And Bookie-pala refused to come out of his lair last week and
show his mug to the long arm of the law. As a result, the Ess Ell Tee
was left headless and in a right royal pickle. So much so it
brought 33 of the union types out on a picket. The angel for posts and
telecom — Imtiaz was not pleased. “Mama nevai me
minissunwa damme — than mage oluwata thamai meva watenne,” he
Ra-kneel apparently is the culprit — but also could not be
found as he was nursing a fever in bed. Bookie-pala all the while
remained crawled under a tuffet while the long arm of the law grappled
with logistics — playing with legal words and biting their nails
trying to figure out how best to net the unpalatable schmuck. Now
who says life is dull in ole paradise isle, eh?
Satellite was the chief guest at a ‘do’ for all teachers
of the retired kind. The programme at the BMICH was however
delayed by four hours as Satellite refused to change her image and
mark time. Scheduled to begin on the dot at 10 a.m. the guruvarayas
were asked to report to the venue by 9. As big ben struck 10
an announcement was made that Satellite would report only at 11. The
clock ticked away, time ran out and the clock struck one, before
Satellite finally showed.
As a result the programme went on till 4 p.m. and the guruvarayas
were left starving as no proviso had been made to feed the
gathering. If only Satellite heard the choice language those guruvarayas
spat in disgust, to describe her. One thing is for sure,
none of the words were preceded by the epitaph, doc. Hee. Hee.
A little bird whispers the administering types at the Lanka
Bankuwa have doled out a hefty 200,000 smackers to Satellite to be
given to the Maha Sanga for a dhane. The news has raised
many a growl from the mahajanaya who say when they want cash
and are willing to pay with interest they are placed under a
microscope and dissected.
For political shindigs however, the Lanka Bankuwa types have
no problem in digging out multi rupee smackers from its coffers.
As the saying goes follow the leader. After all Sumi the
lion is well skilled in keeping all sides happy — with other
people's money. This one of course she did not know of, but was the
work of “professionals” in the industry. Aiyo, what to do so? It
is only a mirror image of the times we live in, no?
At a glittering gathering of the exporters awards night Willy
Gune had the professori in hysterics after he got up on center stage
and mimed him to the core.
The gathering erupted in loud laughter when Willy portrayed
the G. L. to a T. And long after the other angels present had stopped
laughing the professori could still be seen grinning from ear to ear
at the amusing skit. At least the man’s got a sense of humour what!