My dear ole Millipede

Ma-hinder may have succeeded in inducing a bunch of 17 half-witted greens to disfigure the Colombo scene by donning blue bandanas and carrying out his orders but I thought you m’dear, was above it all.

To your credit if not to your mercantile credit, a forehead like that deserves more than just a blue bandana and a populist slogan. Glistening with honest sweat, your ample frontal lobe was the product not only of a warm heart but a not so cool head Thellie always felt.

Only once before if truth be told, had I encountered a forehead of such magnitude — and that too only in pictures. I don’t know if you sometimes get to mull over a particularly knotty case presenting itself to that dear old chap Sherlock Holmes but if you do, you will recall that his elder brother Mycroft who frequented the Diogenes Club in late 1800’s was a man of exceptional endowment in the head area in terms of size and capability.

Unfortunately m’dear what Mycroft had in size you lacked in capability. I was compelled to raise an eyebrow or two when you skipped over to the blue camp brimming with girlish enthusiasm, your hair in a braid and what not. Particularly since, not too long before your little turncoat act, I had seen your coy glances of admiration and regard towards the green leader such as a distressed damsel of the middle ages might have directed at a Knight of the Round Table.

The problem for you dear is that these blue fellows are a barbaric mob and the likes of you should not be seen and or heard hobnobbing with the uncouth chaps. But not unlike an adventurous and inquisitive adolescent told by his mother to stay away from the criminally minded boy next door, you just had to go hobbing and nobbing with the likes of the Medamulane boys hadn’t you?

You heard some hired hand shouting Heil Ma-hinder and you imagined it was the voice of the people when all the time the frightful Ma-hinder and his blood brothers were being looked upon as a conglomerate of frightful poops.

Perchance you hadn’t noticed it my darling, but why pray are the blue fellows struggling for utterance on this no confidence issue. There you are I mean to say, calling for an early inquiry. Reading left to right, you, the green camp and in a lethargic kind of way even the red camp have been urging, calling, entreating, enticing and using other means of trying to get this no confidence motion off the ground.

You may have bristled and gritted your teeth feeling that the green fellows not to mention Sri and Mangy were always lurking about the corridors twiddling their fingers with evil intent waiting and plotting, plotting and waiting to make their sinister move. No wonder it caused you to fret and fret and to flit away off the stage like an oriental dancer in her last act who had just lost the top button of her blouse.

And though the no faith churned you up like an egg whisk one wonders why it caused the government in whom you so trust to curl up like a burnt feather and refuse to come to your aid. I mean to say it was all they could do considering the great sacrifice of life, limb and friend you made in crossing over not too long ago.

Be that as it may the best thing for you dearie is to have it out in the open. And you know better than I do that in Paradise, there is no such thing as bad publicity. A bit of splashing of your large domed mug on a number of pages of several national rags and you look as if you hold sway in ruling ranks. A matter not easily accepted by the rank and file of the blue camp as you well know. The last thing one of those die hard blue fellows would want, is for you to rise into prominence like a phoenix out of the flames of the no faith motion.

Why m’dear have your own friends in the Ma-hinder camp abandoned you at this hour of need? There the green chaps are. Tabling no faith motions willy nilly and sitting back on arm chairs waiting for the fun to begin. And then there your government is. Coyly shying away from defending you and retreating on tip toe like a bally snotty nosed young schoolboy, avoiding getting caught with his fingers in the jam jar.

And the upshot? A rag tag band of stragglers such as big cement roof, RAD Sirisena and Mahinda Yapa Abey- wardena to support you. Where m’dear are the droves of supporters, constituents and blue friends laying in wait with open arms to greet you as you crossed the great divide, as you raced along the corridor like a young mustang to snatch your portfolio eagerly off the hands of Mallo? The whole affair might have seemed extraordinarily impressive if indeed the blue chaps had rallied round and spoken up.

Hmm! I wonder dearie, have they lost confidence in you too?

Food for thought old friend