It is not often that I find my eyebrow
receding into my hairline but last week I
can tell you dear it did. I mean to say,
whose eyebrow wouldn't have meandered a
kilometre or two up and down the forehead on
hearing that Rakneel - a chap who, as chaps
go is a decent sort of chap and welcomed at
most of the better clubs one should wager,
should be stopped in his tracks when
attempting to slip into his seat at the
House by the Diyawanna.
And if a chap like Rakneel - a man as
integrally part of the interior d‚cor as the
copper leaf on the main chandelier - can be
kept out, what next I thought to myself, in
between well deserved sips of Chardonnay.
The morality of the common or garden
parliamentarian is notoriously lax and what
with all this prevention is better than cure
business taking place outside the House by
the You-Know-What, it was all too much for
my anxious nerves to manage without at least
another glass of champagne.
And once Rankeel had let it be known that
thugs dressed in various caps and hats and
things had prevented a smooth morning drive
to that great monument of democracy the H by
the D as we know it others claimed of road
There are many ways to subvert the
legislative assembly if one could call it
that darling and one of the more effective
methods is perhaps to bomb it out of sight.
Plan B would be to prevent the chaps
actually taking up space in the main hall
from getting there in the first place. I
suppose however dearie H by the D or no H by
the D, the easiest way to do it would be to
beat the hell out of the bally masses every
which way you can.
Good front seat
You wouldn't know anything about that would
you dearie. You know what I think dearie?
The bally chaps are all jostling to get a
good front seat. That's all it is. You HAD
to go and increase your cabinet didn't you?
Now everyone feels he or she is important
enough to occupy the front benches.
And If Daddy Long Legs a.k.a Rakneel
stretched himself out nicely that's putting
two prime seats out. No wonder he was
prevented from coming in. All these young
bucks you've lured into your fold with
promises of a tea party, and the up shot?
Road blocks on parliamentary drive and a
bally scramble for seats.
I mean to say it would have been like the
first day of school and bagging a seat by
the window at the back wouldn't it? There
the chaps were, after a month of prorogation
entering into new sessions. Who wouldn't
have wanted to bag an aisle seat?
And if this was not enough the Acting Bamba
OIC seemed a tad under the weather. He, one
could say at a venture was certainly not
feeling rosy all over. Au Contraire he was
rubbing her up the wrong way. The thing
with these new police chaps is that they are
rather too hasty. They bark all morning
getting no sleep at night and feel
positively foul at dawn. And the upshot?
Harassment of perfectly lovely females by
And the next thing you know Ravi Kay is at
your door step waving placards and burning
effigies. Not a pleasant thing to come to
even if one has done something to deserve it
I suppose. I mean, it is the fervent wish of
many that they don't get what they deserve.
I myself being of genteel breed and having
like Abou Ben Adhem found myself in the
presence of an Angel who had, I'm quite
certain of it, entered my name in the Book
of Life have nothing to fear, but the rest
of you yokels had better look sharp.
And someone who would definitely not want to
get everything he bally well deserved would
of course be that chap Aluthgamage. A bit of
a wet blanket now isn't he darling. And a
tell tale to boot I can see. A sneak if
there ever was one.
There he was threatening one of the red
chaps, Vijitha that he would run along of an
evening in his night gown or otherwise - one
is never sure with sneaks, and tell you all
about how the red chap had expressed concern
over the investigation into the Pulle
assassination case. He would get you to
order the CID to question him he threatened.
Well at any rate we all know the CID has
plenty of time on its hands. But then again
its always the bogus sleuthing work that
takes the longest time.
Tara for now.