Rathu Sahodarayas have sure got their sarongs in a twist. One of the
angels, Anura Dissa who travelled as a vee eye pee to China had been
given all the wrong signals. Under the impression the Chinese would be
duly impressed with all that Marxist rhetoric, he had spouted forth
that the Rathu Sahodarayas back home are all for home made stuff only
and totally against all those expat investments.
little Chinese was not impressed and bluntly asked the silly git what
then was he doing in China if it was not foreign investment that he
was seeking. Anura, a little bird whispers, was duly chided by party
stalwarts upon his return and this time around when he accompanied the
pee em to India the man had kate pittu. All he did was shake paws and
grin as best he could keeping his trap shut most of the time. The
angel was taking great pains not to tread on any toes or worse, put
his foot in his mouth and be the laughing stock of those injuns!
the pee em is also a smart cookie. Determined not to let Anura Dissa
off the hook, he delegated him as government spokesman during their
sojourn together in big brother India. And the Rathu Sahodaraya duly
performed like a circus clown. No sooner were the questions put, the
man could only parrot like sing aloud the praises of the pee em saying
over and over, "Agamathithuma thama meka keruwe... araka keruwe."
the pee em couldn't stop laughing all the way back to this ole isle.
But wait! The pee em too was in for a shock. Making a polite call on
Satty, the pee em was astounded when she refused to even discuss his
visit, stoutly ignoring his successful tour. Dear... Dear, what can
the matter be eh?
Clown Prince was clowning away as usual last week down Diyawanna way,
using parliamentary privilege to heap scorn on media personnel he
loves to hate including the leading scribe of this rag. But the man
who loves to critique and condemn others is absent than present at his
ministerial office. There is little or no work being done at the
department that is meant to lure the tourist kind to paradise isle,
and promotional work, we hear, is confined to paper work alone. All
this non-productivity by a man who loves to bellow that his
predecessors did precious nothing.
giving up comforts has never been his strong point either. Despite not
being the most regular attendee, the absentee ministering angel is
nevertheless having a costly lift set up to simply lift himself up
from the ground to the first floor. A word of advice though, a little
bit of muscle flexing and lifting those weights at a gym would do him
a world of good, looks and health wise and would certainly prove
beneficial to the country's exchequer!
monkeys sat on a coconut tree, discussing things as they are said to
be. Said one to the others, "Now listen you two, there's a
certain rumour that can't be true, that man descends from our noble
race, the very idea, it's a dirty disgrace. No monkey ever deserted
his wife, starved her baby and ruined her life.
you have never known a mother monk to leave her babies with others in
order to do a bunk. And another thing you will never see a monk build
a fence round a coconut tree and let the coconuts go waste, forbidding
all other monks to taste.
another thing a monk won't do. Go out at night and get into a stew or
use a gun or club or knife to take some monkey's life. Yes, man
descends, but brother, he sure didn't descend from us." Ouch!