Thursday, March 8, 2012

Feminism and I. A point of perspective.

I've been waiting for so long to write about feminism and how people argue against it. I've been working on it for some time but decided to wrap it around today for what is more auspicious than a date which is given out especially for women. Internationally. We women are in the spotlight today. We women are on the international stage trying to be heard for who we really are.

Let me start it this way. I am a feminist. I cannot make that simple fact any simpler in any possible way than through the prior mentioned short sentence which comprises of four words. I am a feminist.

I detest it when the male species use 'You are a girl!' as if it’s an obvious excuse for something I shouldn't do.

I detest it even when my mother says 'You are a girl!' as if it’s an obvious reason for something I shouldn't do.

You know what I detest the most?

I simply LOATHE it when my brother comes up and says 'YOU ARE A GIRL!' as if its an obvious reason for something I shouldn't do.
He’s six years younger than I am.

And frankly, I don't see any reason for me to not to involve myself in the particular action which requires a 'guy's hand'. Last time I checked hands were structured in the same manner in both the species.

So I'm a feminist. I'm a feminist who is proud of it. I'm a feminist who asks for an equal opportunity to try out things in life. If I say 'I can' and 'I want' to try out one of the most dangerous sports in the world, I want to try them out without anyone judging me for my gender, for the mere sake of me being a female. If I want to go to a religious activity which I badly want to take part in, I do not want to be withheld just because I'm a woman. I have seen arrogant men who are faceless jackasses in the face of obstacles and I've seen women, standing strong and resilient against the storm. I have met them, conversed with them and admire them while the men who act as faceless cowards disgusted me to the core.
When the anti-feminist crowd screams antagonistic ideas as to why feminists are stupid and why feminism should not exist in this world, the feminists try to save another fellow female's rights. You see, it’s very hard for a woman to stand upright on their own feet. And when they do, it’s very hard for them to dodge rumors or illicit offers or judicial looks or weird whirlwinds of male presences asking, begging for more from what they've never been offered. Life is hard for women. It's not a situation which was created yesterday or today, but a situation which was created even before we were born. Before the year of 1991 and before the year my mother was born. Even before my great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great- great-great-great- great-great-great- great-great-great- grandmother's birth year.

Now what the anti-feminists rant about is a woman should get the 'right' place in society and not the 'equal' place. Now let me tell you something about being 'right'. Right is relative. Just like wrong. For me consuming alcohol is wrong. But for someone else it is right. In a global context, some people find embracing gay, lesbian and bi people is the right thing to do while some may offer countless arguments against it. So what's right to someone can be wrong to someone else. Who writes definitions? And most importantly, who really sticks to definitions.

Life doesn't have a definition. But in Biology, we learn that we recognize life by seeing their actions. If they show the properties of a living being then they are alive. They have the steam of 'life' in them. And one of those properties includes reproduction. If a human has an ability to produce an offspring of their own kind then they show properties of a living being. But how many, I may ask, how many people in this world have to go through artificial insemination to create another form of life? How many have to go through pain, torture and endless nights of practiced routines to conceive a child. If they cannot reproduce anymore should we stop calling them live creatures? Or should we just dispose the definition?  Definitions don’t matter. Definitions are just one way of making someone get a vague idea of what they are looking at. It’s not what they really get.

Just as, people who rant about feminism, who say that women do not need equal rights, but what they need is the right position in the society can go and take a good look at what the ‘right’ position is. Females were dominated by evolution. Females were trampled by males. Females were underestimated by fellow humans. We were abused, we were raped, and we were bullied verbally, physically. We couldn't find safety in a place we called 'home'. We were faced with domestic violence. We were stoned to death. We were not allowed to vote. We were assigned the role of an unwilling cook, cleaner, maid, feet washer and many other job titles which we were not ready to accept. We were expected to wait in hunger until the male lord of the house, which is our husbands if you were wondering, had their breakfast, dinner and lunch. We were not allowed to learn, to expand our minds, to broaden our heights.

What we were subjected to, the torture, the pain, the sufferings the tears may have subdued somewhat over the years. Under the unfolding wings of human right we may have found shelter from the hatred of these ugly forms of discrimination; the bullying, the raping and the underestimating. We may have found a temporary relief, but no permanent solution. We may have found a balm to soothe our pains but not a remedy which will cure us forever. The right place does not have borders, limits or barricades. But the equal place does. Whatever you do, if we choose to do it, we absolutely have the right and the power to do so. It’s the power of equal positions. If I cook, you cook. If I clean then you should too. It doesn't give miscomprehended ideas about where the 'right' place should be.

You see, the male specie is a very mystique kind of specie and a dominant one indeed. They wait for us to cower in their presence. They wait for us to stutter in their presence. They wait for us to cook, clean, stitch and mend in their presence. They wait for us to wash their feet and wipe them. They wait for us to bring their tea and run towards them when they fall. They wait for us to smile for their benefit and dress like dolls for their benefit. It’s time we end this joke on the female specie. Who are they to impose rules upon us? Who are they to set invisible boundaries for us? Who are they to make us suffer in this manner?

When feminism was born, it was a move to free the women from the abuses they go through. It was a move which was brought out to make sure the voices of women were heard. If we had asked to stop the rape, stop the domestic violence or to stop the discrimination we would have been trampled on like a colony of ants being trampled on a stampede. We wouldn’t be able to raise our voices so loud. We wouldn’t be able to stop anything. Asking for an EQUAL status in life was because that was the only way to stop the violence against women.

We couldn’t care less if we didn’t have a man’s attention as long as we were not gonna get raped. A sad but true story must be read out to everyone. When a woman goes on a rally asking for an equal chance to live a free life, men mock them. They look at them scornfully. Even though I cannot make sure if this was a true story, for I have no sufficient sources to mention them, I’ve heard this from a teacher who used to teach us History and social studies. When the SAARC countries got together for a meeting, a prominent individual in theG8 summit had looked down on them saying’7 beggars getting together to discuss about their future’. Can’t we women just relate to them?

I was saying, we couldn’t care less if we didn’t have a man’s attention as long as we get freedom to move from one end to the another without cat calls, or some man checking out body parts we do not want to call attention on or worst, and the most horrible nightmare of all women, being raped. The most sad excuse a man can give for a woman being raped is ‘it’s the way you dress’. ‘You simply cannot expect a man to not to bang you if you dress that way’. ‘That woman is a slut for wearing in that manner’. I need not go on.

I’m not trying to demean the male specie nor do I hate them. Don’t get the wrong picture by what I say. And everyone who were unlucky enough to be born a male is not this way either, its just that a handful of them are arrogant, chauvinistic pigs who do not understand that they are so low in character and position that they cannot simply take hold of the reigns of their minds. They cannot control their minds or body reactions but they expect a woman to take control of theirs. This is a ridiculous world I tell you, a ridiculous world with ridiculous notions.

When there’s a conversation, a man expects a woman to drag it forward. I am not much familiar with the invisible rules with stand in the society, but I guess there must be a rule which says a woman must keep the conversation going on. Since I’m not familiar with this rule I experimented. It is true. A man expects a woman to break an awkward silence. Why not give them a hard time? Why not make them break the silence?

Let’s start from small things. How many times have you heard men say a woman’s brain is the size of a coconut shell spoon? How many times have you heard a woman being called a slut, a whore or a harlot? How many times have we heard men insulting a fellow woman? I’m not white washing all women. I’m trying to white wash the women who are sparkly clean but has a black dot in their white slate which makes them go through infinity times of torture and pain. How many of you have seen statuses which were aimed at how women were infidel and hypocrite? Countless I would say. And countless times we have ignored them. For we are women scared of getting ambushed by the sour, bitter and hurtful bullets of a man’s actions and words.

And this is just something I saw today on facebook. Doesn't it speak volumes and yards of how discriminated we are.

We need to make our self powerful enough so that we will be in a position to protect our self from the ongoing violence and hate. Have the right attitude. We are not women who are dependent on a man. We women have the potential and the capacity to reach beyond who we are. I’ve seen many people in my life who give up their job satisfaction just because their husband wanted them to do so, just because she wanted to hang on to a strand of manhood. Cling on to protection and cling on to a life which was assigned to her and not assigned by her.

Being a feminist does not mean you let go of your duties and responsibilities. It means you are strong enough to stand strong in the face of men’s scornful words, glances and actions. It means you have the power to bitch slap anyone who tells you that you are a woman and thus, you are not entitled to some privileges.

Only a woman can relate to a woman; the pain, the sufferings, the oppression, the terror-filled word; rape. Feminism is not just an act asking for equal rights for women. Feminism is a far cry from the female kind to save the other females who are suffering. Right now, it may not be you. But you may be next. I don't know why, but accepting a woman's position in a society as a place where a woman 'should be', in sinhala 'sama thana nowa nisi thana' carry a horrifying meaning in such a way it paralyzes me with fear for the women in our society. Where does this 'nisi thana' start? Where does it end? Who judges?

A male can give different definitions of the place of a woman in the contemporary society. While for a particular person it may be a similar place, where he likes her wife/girlfriend to be for a man it can be a place equal to a servant. The only way we can make sure that the females are given the respect they should get, feminism was born. And the only way it can be taken further is by the females standing together, in a strong manner. So if you are a woman against feminism, there's something wrong with you. Because feminism is not just about getting EQUAL rights, but an act of standing against the injustice we face.

For the empowerment of women, may you gain strength and courage to stand against the discrimination against women. Raise your voices against all types of chauvinistic pigs who act like troglodytes in the 21st era where we call ourselves more civilized. Happy Women’s day!

©Malsha Walgamage
8th March 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Dear Mr.Destined. A confirmation letter from the heart.

Dear Mr.Destined,

Its the year of Doom and I couldn't even let you know I'm fine. I got your mails. All of them. They are tied in a pink flowery ribbon and kept in my secret shoe box. I deeply apologize for not writing to you before. Not even to wish you. Wait. I've got a question. How do you apologize deeply anyway? In a deep voice? Like the voice little boys try to imitate. "I'M SORRYYY MR.DESSTIINEDD". That sounds weird. Nevermind.
HAPPY NEW YEAR by the way Mr.Destined. It was not a pleasant new year to begin with. So many things are happening right now and I don't even wanna mention it. Nah. Nothing personal. I wouldn't be saying them with anyone. You know those deep dark secrets you have in your mind? The ones you won't even reveal to a bamboo tree? Haha. Point taken? Remember that story with the king with donkey ears? How he wanted to keep it a secret but the baabar knew about it and he couldn't keep the secret anymore to himself and whispered it to a bamboo tree. The secret got carried through the winds and reached the ears of the donkey eared king and...well, need I say the rest? Anyway, the point was everyone has their own deep secrets. Some dirty, some naughty. Some sad, some Pathetic. Some dreams, some wishes. Some guilty ridden memories, some not so guilty ridden memories. So, I'll let you know all about it later on okay Mr.Destined?

I wasn't quite sure that the confirmation letter I wanted to write to you last time reached your residence safely and soundly. Thus, I'm gonna make sure that all of they do reach your place safe and sound. Like solid brick falling on a thick sponge. Safe and sound. Hmm I'm not sure about the sound though. Let's just stick with safe for now. I'll send you those electronic cards they have for Birthdays and stuff which plays static electronic music with screeching noises. Then it will be quite appropriate to use safe and sound!

Anyways, back to the safe part. How can I make sure that all my mails won't get lost in this bizarre and gigantic black hole of a virtual world? How? So I named my new blog 'A different kind of a Journal'. It will be different I promise you. It will be a journal which will be empty for about two months and will come alive again for a week or so. Sigh. Its just that when you are too busy you don't even have time to allow your brain to breathe for a second. Just once a month you open one of your nostril specially for the brain and say "BREATHE DEEPLY. BRAIN THIS IS FOR YOU" and move on with life. I said breathe deeply in a deep way. Feel quite contended with myself. Because I'm deeply involved with work, married to work and finding a divorce lawyer named peace of mind. Not funny. Very serious business. Divorce is. Not funny at all.

So now you know the intentions Mr.Destined, the secure way of not getting lost, I'll stop for now.

Yours,
differently yours,
Malsha <3

P.S- I promise you I'll write to you before the solar storms appear and the glaciers melt and the islands dissolve into nothing but water. That will be fun. I'll be cursing myself for dropping swimming lessons in Grade 10 and taking up god knows why - FRENCH! FRENCH! As if french will help me survive 2012. At least swimming would have. Sigh. Life does make the twists bitter when you think about the 'what if's in your life.

Mr.Destined: A page from the open book of my heart.

Dear Mr. Destined,

I’ve been worrying about a quite a worrisome question recently. It’s quite worry worthy, I assure you. Here it is. The million dollar question. How can I recognize the face of love from the blurred faces of seven billion people? How can I recognize you? Will you be wearing a certain dress code for me to recognize you? Cow boy attire? A Certain sultana attire? The reincarnation of Charlie Chaplin attire? Will you be wearing that black jacket and the black suede shirt I love so much? Or will you be there wearing the polo shirt with no 8 on it? (You do know that eight is my lucky number, my signature charm. Apart from you that is). Will you have one of those ever so savored long noses, like that of Mr. Sherlock Holmes’? Or will you have one of those blunt noses, like that of no-one-I-can-remember-but-dislike-all-the-same? Your eyes? Blue? Brown? Dark brown? Hazel? Intelligent? Dreamy? Romantic? Insipid? The outline of your jaw? Double chin? Or worse triple chin? Your mouth? Do your ears stand out from the rest of the assets of your head? (I sincerely hope you do not have any of those defects because like it or not I have created this ‘perfect’ you in my heart, and naïve I may be, but I wish you will be doing justice for that image I’ve created. Ever so blind I am. I do understand.) Last, but not least, are you a wildly romantic soul as I’ve drawn you ever so artistically? (Please take it into notice that I have drawn your inner soul, your heart, and also will be drawing the structure of your brain when I get to learn more about it. I swear on my underwear.)

Mainly, and most importantly, the ever so grave question. Do you exist? Do you really? You’ve never written a return address apart from the secret envoy you send in the end of each month. (I apologize for the instances where I had to tip the envoy and send him back empty handed. Do excuse me. I am a busy soul. Please do not misunderstand me.  My heart is already stolen by you. Quit worrying now!)

In a narrow corner of my wildest dreams I had Zorro as my hero. Hercules, Robin Hood-and I’m not ashamed to say-even Tintin. And, not to forget, Captain Haddock. Is it even legal to like an overly fifty year sea captain with a constant foul vocabulary and an equally foul temper? (Is it even ethical to like two friends at the same time?) I had a special penchant for Vikings, pirates, strong Scottish lairds who would carry away a damsel and lavishly court her, rakish dukes, earls, and rogues. I loved Batman, Archie, Arnold in ‘Hey Arnold’, and many more cartoon characters who’ve starred as human males. The only cartoon character which I liked but did not develop a crush is SpongeBob. (It would have been pretty weird anyway if I started liking a yellow sponge with pants) My love for supernatural, paranormal characters had a proportional relationship with vampires, werewolves, faeries, and yes, mediator made me a helpless, hopeless fool with an abundant love for handsome ghosts. (Chic lit does have that effect. Feels like you are on Hallucinogens. Very bad for the nervous system). Sadly, my love for vampires decreased with such a rate, I would have just pushed a vampire out of my window to a garlic patch if he conjured in front of me. (I’m sorry Stephanie Meyer. It was all thanks to you. And yes Mr. Destined, you can take them safely off the list).  My liking for those nerdy scholars with the most romantic hearts, the sports jockeys who act as if they are jerks but on second glances are the sweetest sweethearts ever, The Boy-Next-Door, and The-Best-Friend’s-Brother-Who-Had-a-Secret-Crush-On-You-But-You-Didn’t-Realize-It-And-To-Make-Matters-More-Sweeter-You-Too-Had-a-Secret-Crush-On-Him For-Ages types were really appealing.

And as my sister said "If all my dreams were to come true, I would be married to more than 10 multi-cultured men!"  

I have to confess Mr. Destined that the more I saw those characters, the more I met them in my life, the more I developed crushes in my life, I have unknowingly –forgive me, but yes- unknowingly, created the ‘perfect’ you. If I would dream about a Prince Charming it was-with no second thoughts- you! My savior. My knight in shining armor. My Prince Charming. My super hero with the flowing cape and spider webs.  It was all you.  A bit of everyone I liked. And will be a bit of everyone who I will like.

Hello Mr.Destined! A funny story. Is it ironical or what? Frou Frou’s ‘holding out for a hero’ is the now playing song in my playlist.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.
ohhhhooohhhhhOOOOHHH…

I know it’s just an illusion we’ve fallen under. I know it’s just a delusion we’ve envisioned. But aren’t we all day-dreamers once in a while. We tend to cling on to them until we meet the ‘imperfect-perfect’ you.

You know what I wish for with my whole heart? I wish I could see a glimpse of you for a change. Maybe a teaser trailer, perhaps? You now those teasers people make with the sole intention of ‘teasing’ us. They wish. (I stand unbudgeted by all those teasing) But in regard to your case, I would whole heartedly encourage a small 30 second teaser. Thinking about it, just 5 seconds would be okay too. You know, a glimpse of a white gloved hand of yours, a bit of your nose, a close up of your eye lashes (with long, dark, dreamy, shadowy ones), your mouth. (Isn’t that what teasers do normally?) At least I would be getting a fairly fair idea about what I’m getting or what I’m bargaining with. Think about it. I wish you would do so. I would send a teaser to you as well. Starting with the tail of my not so small puppy.

I know. I know. All these notions are ridiculous and they are childish fantasies. I find myself immature but yet, aren’t we all immature in more than one way? Or is it what we yearn to be when we grow older each and every day? As Newton said “Every reaction has a similar and an opposite reaction.” That explains why we yearn to be younger, when we grow older. How we become younger at hearts when we mature physically. That explains everything Newton. Thank you so much.

I did say that all these notions are ridiculous. But are they? Aren’t they? It’s prevalent if you ask me. If we search into ourselves more thoroughly we would find our yearnings in the deepest spot in our soul. Farthest away from pollution and corruption. I would like to call it the spot of virginity. It is untouched, unscathed; it is where your real feelings hide themselves when you change according to the moving world.

I may have unintentionally conjured you up; I may have even gone to the extension of being unknowingly hypnotized by your-mesmerized by your –demeanor and prowess and might have unconsciously turned a blind eye on reality. But Mr. Destined, you should understand, I am only human.

I still have no idea whatsoever as to whom you are, or where you reside, or what you do. I have no inkling about anything in your life. My letters may have awakened you to some minuscule facts about my life, my ideologies, my stupidities, and my naiveties. Yours? I highly doubt so.

Let us get this straight. Perchance we meet tomorrow or maybe ten years from now, in a hallway, in a crowded street, near a wishing well, in a mountain hike, or maybe in a dentistry waiting room, I need you to recognize me. Here you go. I will be that girl with the dreamy eyed look in her eyes. Actually, on second thoughts do not recognize me in that manner.  If the world’s mystic ways treat me differently I may change.

 And how I will know you? “Raising on the thunder and rising with the heat, It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.” That’s how I will know you.  You will be my superman.

Let’s just be assured I will find you and recognize you.

My six-foot-tall dreams, my strawberry dreams, my lavender dreams (NOT, I repeat NOT, Lavender weddings) my coffee dreams they all belong to you.

Adios Mr.Destined.

Let’s find love in a hopeless place.

Yours,
Hopelessly Romantic,
Malsha
Xx

P.S- Outside it’s raining cats and dogs. But funnily, I like it. It just reminds me that there’s a showery world outside, with dreams to explore and rainbows which appear after such draining rains. I just can’t wait till it rains on my dreams. Drenched dreams are the best. When you wring out the water, what’s left is the reality, which is best pursued in that form.
Isn’t it further ironic that Frou Frou just ended singing my exact thoughts and my dreams?  And these lines keep haunting my thoughts.

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light
He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life.


Malsha Walgamage©
 7 November 2011

p.s- My name is not desolate. It's desolately Romantic: Another letter from the heart

Dear Mr.Destined,

I know that I always start off with saying "I'm really sorry, I couldn't write to you from a long long time.Yada yada yada" Seriously, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just that I have no idea why but, um... (Yeah, I'm tryin to copy Robin Scherbatsky here) I am leading a pretty busy life over here. I canot find myself time to read a book. Can you imagine?
I'm lying.
I do find time to read a book. Books. Tons of books. Acres of books. Lying again. Just stick with one book. But I just ignore it and watch Korean 'freaking' dramas. (They are so addictive I'm telling you. We should try watching them once we meet up) and also I can't stop myself from watching HIMYM. (Seriously, why isn't Ted telling us HOW he met is mother?! But yeah, I'm fine with that. It means we get to see more seasons of them together.) What's wrong with me? Why don't I feel the urge to read anymore like I used to? 

Okay keeping that apart, I want to say I miss you. I seriously do. It's like I've never ever seen you in my entire life. And I've been living that 'entire' life for the past 19 years, 11 months, 28 days and lord knows how many minutes and seconds... Okay That's not much, right? But yeah that's kindda old. Twenty is smirking at me just around the corner like the bloody seventeen did. (I hated it. It always, and I mean always laughed at me when I left my sweet sixteen behind. That was just once. But, still... No. I love it really. It made me realize that we cannot hold on to things. Life's lessons. Gotta learn them when they serve them.) But, I know that You are there somewhere in this gigantic Universe. Somewhere. Waiting. Patiently, I hope. But impatiently would be nice.

You know what? I mean you know why? You know why I get ever so late to reply to you? It's because of the...it's because of my...umm..because of..my..umm specs. Okay. Fine. I made that up. I have no idea how specs got into this. But it's kind of true. I hate my specs. So when I wear it I feel like an alien wearing alien specs. How can an alien be more 'alien'? Just imagine how the poor soul would be feeling? Yeah. That's me. I hate my specs. So when I wear them all my writing blood drains out of my writing nerves and blood vessels. My arteries just shrivel up and I just find, in the next morning, the paper I used to write you the letter had being scribbled with tons of useless, cannot-make-head-or-tails-drawings. If you get what I mean. I'm sorry. I'll try to do something about my spectacles. Will need a lot of persuasion to do from my side though.Tut tut.

Anyway Mr. Destined, remember how I said I was busy. Look above. First paragraph? Third line? Yeah, I'm busy because of various reasons ranging from a certain teen magazine to College work. You've gotta see the magazine okay, it's pretty good and I'm not boasting here. Just you know, feeling satisfied with my life. I'll save a copy for you and show it to you when we meet someday. I just feel that it won't be too long. Foreshadowing maybe. But my knight in shining armour! the day will reach pretty soon. I just feel it. 

where was I? Oh yeah! being busy and not being able to write to you frquently. I know that even if I make millions of excuses I just can't make it up to you but please, excuse me not for this once but, for at least another one or two years. I will never stop writing to you.

 Mr.Destined, Remember what I told you about watching Korean dramas together when we meet? After watching them together, lets go for the next level. You know? The next best level? Let's move up to the next level and go to Korea. I really want to visit Korea and meet those lovely people. 'Konichiwa' I would say, when I meet them. Oh wait a minute! I think that's Japanese. Not Korean. No matter. No matter. It's just a matter of visiting there. 

Mr.Destined, I just thought of this. This is June. The month of weddings. Happiness. Gaiety. I could as well die today. That was blunt but what I meant was June cannot make people stop dying. On the very day of a wedding, people die all over the world and you and I cannot do a single thing to stop it. How sad is it? Pretty much- no- very much sad. and I heard that Scarlet fever is raising it's head in the world which means theres gonna be more deaths right?

Fukushima thing blew me up. Totally blew me up. Why do even people make nuclear shit? I pondered about it and thought how similar Mother Earth's thoughts are with people like us. She couldn't bear up how the sons of her womb pollute her. And because she cannot act without a driving force she conjured the tsunami. That was her weapon. the mega weapon. The super secret artillery attacker!

Gosh. You might think I'm crazy. I am. I am not. You can say I am or I am not.Those were just random things which I simply did not want to exonerate from my mind. I tried. Turst me I did. Don't mind me. Maybe I'm just insane. Maybe I'm just me. Maybe I believe in 2012. 

Yes. I do believe in it. The world won't end but we will be stepping into a new era which had cleansed a dark ally of dirt and mites and termites. Mr.Destined, we've got only one year left. 
Some people would say 'Whoo, You creepy old woman! Freaking peple outta their pants."But I'm telling you, you won't even be wearing pants when 2012 hits you 'smack' right in the face. I'm pretty serious. I don't kid around when it comes to life.

Phew. Time flies. It's time to have my dinner.
And Mr.Destined, I'm sorry. Again.
I promise you with my whole heart that even if I get a tad bit late to reply to those lovely letters I've been saving up in my 'shoe box of secrets', I'll reply to you. Keep me in mind and heart. Soul would be nice too.

Remember June doesn't last for ever. Be good. Be you. Be TAGGED! haha. Wanted to push that in. Just kidding hon. You are TAGGED. In my heart.
So until the next time I'll just stop for now. But I don't think I'll ever stop... I hope you get what I mean. It's very hard to make people understand what I really mean without asking them to take me as a fool. So take me as a fool. Please.

Adios my love.
Till the next time (Hopefully real soon) of writing to you,
This is,
Mal
Xxx

P.S- My name is not desolate. It's desolately Romantic. 
25 June 2011

A letter just because I'm a coward.

To Ammi and Thaththie,

Thaththie, Did you know that I cannot live a day without you? Did you know that even if I lived I would be empty inside?? like a vaccum has sucked up my heart and left a void within.

Ammi, Do you know that I can't live without you either? Even if I did I would be dying every living moment of it. Like staring at a book but seeing nothing?

Do you both know that I love you more than anything in this world. A lot more than all my books put together.And you know I treasure them a lot.

Do you know that I watch you two work hard just because of us and cry within myself? wishing I was older and wiser with a white collar job? Except that I'm still a student with nothing but expenses to hand over.

Ammi, Do you know that I would refuse to do simple things like doing the laundry, cook and clean the house but I would rip off my heart for you if needed? Do you know that I would die for you?

Thaththie, Even though I do argue at times asking for a freedom you haven't allowed us to witness yet, and even scream and become sullen and grumpy at times, do you know that I regret it later?Thinking how much you love us and how much you want to protect us, like a firece lion protecting it's cubs.

Ammi, Do you know that what you cook is the best food in the world. I'm sorry if I say it's not at times and refuse to eat because you won't get us what we want to eat at the time we want to. I know you do it for our own good Ammi. What idiot doesn't know the fact that home cooked food are the best and the healthiest?

Thaththie, I'm sorry for spoiling trips by saying I can't go. Do you know that even if I wouldn't go on some trip and make a huge fuss just because of some silly reason which is not even worth mentioning here, that I would cross the earth for you? Yes! The whole wide world. Just for you.

I know this little things which I refuse to do would mean a lot to you.And I will TRY to do them. Not because I like to do them. But just for you...because you would like to see us do them.

I'm sorry for everything I've said and done Ammi and Thaththie. And I just want to tell you that I CAN'T and WON'T be able to live without you!!! Because I LOVE YOU more than anything in the world! I know I should say it to your face. but I'm a coward and maybe a coward I will stand.

Maybe, I will show you this to you, ammi and thaththie. If I have the guts enough to do it.

This is yours,
ever-loving-never-changing daughter,
Malsha.

P.s- I love you.

1 April 2011


Another letter FYE only Mr.Destined

Dear Mr. Destined

I just thought it was high time I wrote back to you again after receiving your 10th letter in a row. My sincere apologies for not writing before. You see, I was busy. Busy with stuff. And during the past few months, which I could not write to you, so many things have changed. So many things have changed you wouldn't believe it. It's freaking twenty eleven!!! Yes. It's two- O- one- one and we've got less than two years to live if 2012 is a true whatever.But frankly said I'm not scared.Okay not "not scared" excatly. I'm just a teeny weeny whimsy bit scared because I read my sisters books secretly when I was a kid and I umm..kindda stole some stuff from...from..yeah...that was also from my sisters. I just can't remember if I ever returned them back to them or I can't even remember what I stole in the first place!! Well, you can't technically call it stealing since I was just borrowing them from them and I just forgot to return them. But I'm sure they won't mind. Because if the stuff were not missed then of course they were not important and they sure didnt' miss them.

Okay. Enough about borrowed stuff I never remembered to return. I want to tell you about my new year resolutions.Ah you've always wondered about mine right? And it's like 7 days since new year. We all probably must have broken a few.Or maybe all...

Mr.Destined sometimes in my life I always pause at times and wonder what am I really doing in it. Like you just see a beggar on the street and sometimes your heart turns on and you feel sympathy and all the rest of the stuff you really ought to feel as a normal human being. but sometimes it's so cold you don't feel a damn thing in it. And sometimes when you live in those cold, heartless, emotionless moments the world stops for a second and your brain freezes over and you just think "What the hell am I doing in this world anyway?"  "Why am I here?"  "Is my name Malsha?" "Am I really a twin?" " Do I really have a brother?" I know it sounds insane but I'm sure that the name part is something most of the people have felt. Like when someone calls you by your name, you just feel 'Is my name Malsha?'Weird.Seriously. Okay that wasn't relevant to New Year Resolutions. but, my point was...there are very confusing moments in life but yeah..that totally didn't have anything to do with New Year Resolutions.

So this New Year resolutions I was talkin about?? Remember?? yeah, About them. I made a few. And broke a few. Seven days since new year and I've been making some new ones too.

Resolution Number one which I promised I'm not gonna break is to be kind to everyone.To every single human being on earth. As William Wordsworth said 

"The best portions of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts,
Of kindness and love.

and as Dalai Lama said

"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness."

My religion is not Kindness but it is part of my religion. But I'm sure Dalai Lama meant it literally. 

Kindness!Kindness!! Pass it on!! 

Easier said than done I know. it's very hard being kind to everyone in this cruelly wicked sociopaths filled world where acts of kindness only leads to desperate calls for umm...I dunno maybe murder?? Okay that was a really wild imagination set loose. I'm pretty sure every kind act won't lead to murder. But there is a possibility of that happening and as a student who is attached to science physically and mentally we cannot-we simply cannot- leave that possibility aside. Okay out of the topic again but what I was trying to say was that I should develop my kindness within my soul and out of it even though it may lead to murder.
(gotta stop thinking about murder).
But I'm serious considering all those crime programmes which airs on TV you simply cannot put aside that gruesome aspect of murder lurking behind the softest little cream top strawberrie act of kindness.
(STOP THINKING ABOUT MURDER!) 
Okay.Okay.
Anyway that was the number one new year resolution Mr. destined. 

Number of times the resolution was broken-10 or more so.

You seee Mr.Destined, it's really really hard to be kind to each and every person on this planet. you Hate a few you like a lot. And you jsut can't be kind to each and every person you meet. After the act of kindness passes you remember your new year resolution and your heart goes "damn! I just mised that opportunity" leaving you guilt stricken. True story.
But I'm trying my best! I'm tryin my best. phew life is hard isn't it?
 Don't get me wrong but having new year resolutions is better than having none. You must have a resolution to break it or keep it. At least I tried. Right Mr.Destined??

Resolution Number Two.-  Serve a smile when there's a frown

Need I say more?An eye for an eye makes the world blind said Gandhi.
The intended line is
"Cummon give your best try douche bag but I'm still smiling at you. Give me that ugly looking evil, slimy frown but I'm still smiling at you radiantly, confidently. Feeling stupid???Back off"
But then I'm sure it will end up like this
"Why you frowning at me you magenta striped chimpanzee??"

Patience conquers victory. Working on it.

Number of times the resolution was broken- Lost count

Resolution Number Three- Have a happy smile always ready when needed

I'm working on it. Being practicing infront of the mirror ever since I made that resolution.(Liar!) That resolution I intend to keep. 

Resolution Number Four-  Get on to your passion more often

Mr.Destined, remember the time when I wrote you this letter saying I love to read books. and I simply cannot live without it? this year I found something interesting about myself. I learned that I still can breathe without books. I still can feel my heart beating and I won't die without books but It's still not the same as breathing with it. Like you still can hold your breath underneath water and still live but it's still not the same as living on land. Like a fish can gulp for air on shore and live for a short time struggling but it still won't be the same as living in the crystal clear blue water breathing in the pure luxury of dissolved Oxygen.

Ah sweet sweet Resolution Number Five- hmmm Should I tell you?
There is definetely somethng fishy about this resolution because I don't understand it either. So I prevail from mentioning it in this letter and I hope the above resolutions suffice to let you know that you are dealing with a higly emotional creature of delicacy and vibrance. Okay not exactly that, but I prefer if you refer to me in that point of view. Just maybe in this letters. For now. Until I meet you at least.

Resolution Number Six- Do not argue with you parents.

Sigh. that's hard. I mean I love them. I love them more than anything in this whole wide world but still this annoying nerve of mine simply won't take 'no' for a simple request like "can I go to that party?". those kind of questions I've learned, gets three kind of answers.

1) Complete silence when your parents go suddenly deaf.
2) A balanced answer which says "will see" which you know that will never cross their eyes to "see" again. 
3) A straight away "no" which obviously leads to some sulking and maybe shoutings.

See Mr. Destined , it's hard living this way. Being independent is bliss. That's the dream.

Time to make this long letter short. Because I need to get do something productive for a while. I need to set my heart upon being the next Arundhathie Roy. Just another dream in the New Year.

Mr. Destined,

so I bid you goodbye 
Let’s part in these Cornwell streets
Thy eyes shineth brighter than it hasth,
Wavering its ductile lights
On behalf of me?
Fine heart, it’s come to an end
We part today in this farewell end.
Thee toucheth my hand and I touch thy’s,
Tip my hat and it all comes to an end.
Remember, solid was our love
Pure, as it should have been.
                           -Malsha Walgamage-

Couldn't resist the urge to be poetic just this once. :)

Hope this new year won't be another New Year where dreams are put off for silly reasons like "I don't feel like it". And I hope I would be able to write to you more often than I do in the present day and than I did in the last year. Wishing you well from my whole heart, giving you all the wishes I've got in the wishing well I've set inside it. It's bottomless so, so many wishes are to be bestowed upon you  Mr. Destined!!

So till we meet again I raise my glass for a toast for your health, loved ones around me and of course mine.

Pen down. Key board off.

Love,
Mal
~


P.s-Nope I was not mistaken. It's FYE not FYI.
      It stands for For Your Eyes 

 7 January 2011

To Mr.Destined(yet again another letter of the heart)

Dear Mr.Destined,

How many days have gone by without a letter from me to you? Well, Mr.Destined I will not keep you waiting ‘cause I’ve got loads of stuff to tell you.First of all I would like to inform you that Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner have broken up.Call for celebration? Nah! More like stick my head in the toilet and flush it before my wild imagination think I’ve got a chance with him. Oh HOHOHOHO NONO it’s not like I’ve got a crush. I've not forgotten you .I’ll always wait for you. You would come right?no matter what? No matter If I’m hideous and ugly with a large wart right on the middle of my nose which just reads the sign “conk me I’m a button”? and wears clothes in a muddled way and burst out in the most hennish laughter in middle of conversations because, just because I remembered a joke I couldn’t get before? You wouldn’t do that right Mr.Destined?

Phew! Thank god! Now that’s a relief! :)

Well Mr.Destined where ever you are I just wanted to tell you BE THERE!DON”T MOVE.DONT PANIC!RESCUE MISSION is ON THE WAY! ;) ok while you stone yourself for the rescue mission I sit back and relax knowing you are gonna be there when the real(yeah I meant real. You didn’t think that I would really send off a rescue mission right now did you? Phoo..what a wild imagination you’ve got.I just settled back to eat my melting jelly) rescue mission comes from another like well just say…umm..another 15 years? ;) (real number will vary from the real one)(sorry I meant the current one)*contented sigh*eats the melting jelly**types back again*hehe
Mr.destined, these are not the reasons for writing to you.And no, the fact that I haven’t learnt any stuff for chemistry is not the reason either, the reason is well…the reason is ..some closer I’ll whisper….did you hear? Lol ..wait…how can you whisper throught a freaking LETTER? :-0 ok ok the reason is..SUICIDE!(That actually came louder than Ii wanted it to be) and NO I’m not thinking of suiciding myself(get that notion out of your mind please!) It’s just that people do seem to think that it’s the EASY WAY out when we perfectly know it’s the most hardest way out I mean if you know what will follow after it you wouldn’t even go near heights,poisonous stuff,high ceilings, moving trains and building blocks . No really, I’m serious building blocks can choke you to death.

I mean I’m so surprised of people thinking ‘I wish I was dead blah blah blah rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb’ that’s simply crap ‘cause Mr.Destined look at the word itself. death.dead.gone.suicide.ain’t they so cold and evil and umm..sooo..soo…cold?
It’s not like I’m scared of going dead. I’m not scared of ANYTHING!!(well, count rats down, and flying cockroaches and crocodiles who are not dead and snakes and gorillas-(the huge kind) and lions who aren’t that far to use the word sweet and tigers both two legged and four legged and my secret fantasies on dinasours coming back to earth ohhh and that “ring” woman who crawls out of the tv(she totally creeps me out..thank god she didn't crawl out of the computer.I would have been soo tottaly freaked out and wouldn’t be even writing to you) and the grudge and shutters previews and that boy who comes behind jessica alba in the eye asking for a freaking report and-) ohh ok I’m not exactly not scared of EVERYTHING but well,will' everything' do.Im not not scared of EVERYTHING but everything…well.. OK MOSTLY everything!hehe happy?

Mr Destined you know that a girl suicided herself in a school?(which made rumors hurl at the windows of the school at the speed of 25000 light years)The blame was put on many sides and one part I know is totally blameless but my ideas cannot be accepted right Mr.destined?
And another boy hanged himself at his home and another in near recent past all within the period of 3 months? Or more?
and recently very very recently another boy suicided himself.train.accident.I think you get my idea.

Mr.Destined maybe they thought to serve the others right by killing themselves but did they forget something? Wait a minute... They forgot to kiss and worship their parents good bye and they even forgot to at least leave a note behind saying ‘thank you for your trouble of giving me life, I know you’ve got plans with it but guess what??i’ve got much more better ones *wink wink* daddy and mommy I’ll ecash you the money you spent on me ok..spend them on someone who will at least be grateful than me.adios.catch you later in next life.
An they forgot to tell their friends goodbye,they forgot to kiss their pets goodbye and they forgot to tell their grand parents not to wait for their great grand sons/daughtes to grow up.

They forgot to look at the beautiful carnation which was blossomed on the place mother has so carefully planted.Well you know that best part of forgetting.They forgot that they will never ever get what they wanted. They will never see the others in pain for them. They won’t see the regret in the eyes of the peole they wanted to see because why? Oh well maybe because they are umm..dead?? maybe because they will be having no spare time to float around thinking oh I can fly.look mummy daddy I can flyy…there’s my mom and dad crying-Oh!i’m dead.

They forgot that they transfer from living to the dead and because the way you chose to transfer you cannot move from living to dead either.’Cause you are beyond death.Suicide is a SERIOUS SIN!
And you are not alive to see the faces of the people who wanted to see after you were umm….dead?!
See Mr.Destined see how stupid people are.How stupid you can get! It makes me wonder if people really have a brain under the thick skulls of theirs. Oh maybe god made a mistake spending so much time on outer looks and cosmetics and stuff instead of concentrating on the brains.No I am SERIOUS.

These things are filled with gravity.these things are filled with deep stuff you cannot understand.
If you meddle into a human brain you could see that there cannot be a place to start the untying.In fact there never was. You were born with knots and complicated stuff.hmm..makes me wonder what Houdini did with his own knots!
And no wonder shrinks are crazy themselves.imagine meddling with your own knots and then trying to untie someone else’s all the more tightening it or worse lossening it so it can muddle up his brain some more!
*yawwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnn* oopss..sorry Mr.destined . I guess I’m pretty much tired today and my eyes are drooping as if I’m under a spell of a gypsy.

Mr Destined, I really wrote to you to tell you that I will never suicide myself(well, thought you would panic because that all what the media keeps saying.It won’t be long when people would be sitting to have breakfast saying “oh another suicide.how cool!” )And thus I promise I won’t fall in love ‘cause that I heard is the slowest form of suicide. I’ll have crushes now and then. Never serious 'cause being serious is being in love.

Well, Mr destined I lay down roses on each and every grave of the unfortunate people who have suicided themselves for some reason or other. And I wish that the wind would carry some sense out through the air into the brains of people who think suicide is fun…If there’s going to be some kind of day when children would be like “ohh let’s go suiciding today!” (NOT FUN AT ALL.warning:don’t try it)
Well mr.destined with the promise of waiting for you and I will be writing to you again...not in near future because theres this crappy thing called A/ls we'v got to sit for but maybe after... I pen down.I meant keyboard down :)

With love and roses,
Mal
6 February 2010

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Feminism and I. A point of perspective.

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I've been waiting for so long to write about feminism and how people argue against it. I've been working on it for some time but decided to wrap it around today for what is more auspicious than a date which is given out especially for women. Internationally. We women are in the spotlight today. We women are on the international stage trying to be heard for who we really are.

Let me start it this way. I am a feminist. I cannot make that simple fact any simpler in any possible way than through the prior mentioned short sentence which comprises of four words. I am a feminist.

I detest it when the male species use 'You are a girl!' as if it’s an obvious excuse for something I shouldn't do.

I detest it even when my mother says 'You are a girl!' as if it’s an obvious reason for something I shouldn't do.

You know what I detest the most?

I simply LOATHE it when my brother comes up and says 'YOU ARE A GIRL!' as if its an obvious reason for something I shouldn't do.
He’s six years younger than I am.

And frankly, I don't see any reason for me to not to involve myself in the particular action which requires a 'guy's hand'. Last time I checked hands were structured in the same manner in both the species.

So I'm a feminist. I'm a feminist who is proud of it. I'm a feminist who asks for an equal opportunity to try out things in life. If I say 'I can' and 'I want' to try out one of the most dangerous sports in the world, I want to try them out without anyone judging me for my gender, for the mere sake of me being a female. If I want to go to a religious activity which I badly want to take part in, I do not want to be withheld just because I'm a woman. I have seen arrogant men who are faceless jackasses in the face of obstacles and I've seen women, standing strong and resilient against the storm. I have met them, conversed with them and admire them while the men who act as faceless cowards disgusted me to the core.
When the anti-feminist crowd screams antagonistic ideas as to why feminists are stupid and why feminism should not exist in this world, the feminists try to save another fellow female's rights. You see, it’s very hard for a woman to stand upright on their own feet. And when they do, it’s very hard for them to dodge rumors or illicit offers or judicial looks or weird whirlwinds of male presences asking, begging for more from what they've never been offered. Life is hard for women. It's not a situation which was created yesterday or today, but a situation which was created even before we were born. Before the year of 1991 and before the year my mother was born. Even before my great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great- great-great-great- great-great-great- great-great-great- grandmother's birth year.

Now what the anti-feminists rant about is a woman should get the 'right' place in society and not the 'equal' place. Now let me tell you something about being 'right'. Right is relative. Just like wrong. For me consuming alcohol is wrong. But for someone else it is right. In a global context, some people find embracing gay, lesbian and bi people is the right thing to do while some may offer countless arguments against it. So what's right to someone can be wrong to someone else. Who writes definitions? And most importantly, who really sticks to definitions.

Life doesn't have a definition. But in Biology, we learn that we recognize life by seeing their actions. If they show the properties of a living being then they are alive. They have the steam of 'life' in them. And one of those properties includes reproduction. If a human has an ability to produce an offspring of their own kind then they show properties of a living being. But how many, I may ask, how many people in this world have to go through artificial insemination to create another form of life? How many have to go through pain, torture and endless nights of practiced routines to conceive a child. If they cannot reproduce anymore should we stop calling them live creatures? Or should we just dispose the definition?  Definitions don’t matter. Definitions are just one way of making someone get a vague idea of what they are looking at. It’s not what they really get.

Just as, people who rant about feminism, who say that women do not need equal rights, but what they need is the right position in the society can go and take a good look at what the ‘right’ position is. Females were dominated by evolution. Females were trampled by males. Females were underestimated by fellow humans. We were abused, we were raped, and we were bullied verbally, physically. We couldn't find safety in a place we called 'home'. We were faced with domestic violence. We were stoned to death. We were not allowed to vote. We were assigned the role of an unwilling cook, cleaner, maid, feet washer and many other job titles which we were not ready to accept. We were expected to wait in hunger until the male lord of the house, which is our husbands if you were wondering, had their breakfast, dinner and lunch. We were not allowed to learn, to expand our minds, to broaden our heights.

What we were subjected to, the torture, the pain, the sufferings the tears may have subdued somewhat over the years. Under the unfolding wings of human right we may have found shelter from the hatred of these ugly forms of discrimination; the bullying, the raping and the underestimating. We may have found a temporary relief, but no permanent solution. We may have found a balm to soothe our pains but not a remedy which will cure us forever. The right place does not have borders, limits or barricades. But the equal place does. Whatever you do, if we choose to do it, we absolutely have the right and the power to do so. It’s the power of equal positions. If I cook, you cook. If I clean then you should too. It doesn't give miscomprehended ideas about where the 'right' place should be.

You see, the male specie is a very mystique kind of specie and a dominant one indeed. They wait for us to cower in their presence. They wait for us to stutter in their presence. They wait for us to cook, clean, stitch and mend in their presence. They wait for us to wash their feet and wipe them. They wait for us to bring their tea and run towards them when they fall. They wait for us to smile for their benefit and dress like dolls for their benefit. It’s time we end this joke on the female specie. Who are they to impose rules upon us? Who are they to set invisible boundaries for us? Who are they to make us suffer in this manner?

When feminism was born, it was a move to free the women from the abuses they go through. It was a move which was brought out to make sure the voices of women were heard. If we had asked to stop the rape, stop the domestic violence or to stop the discrimination we would have been trampled on like a colony of ants being trampled on a stampede. We wouldn’t be able to raise our voices so loud. We wouldn’t be able to stop anything. Asking for an EQUAL status in life was because that was the only way to stop the violence against women.

We couldn’t care less if we didn’t have a man’s attention as long as we were not gonna get raped. A sad but true story must be read out to everyone. When a woman goes on a rally asking for an equal chance to live a free life, men mock them. They look at them scornfully. Even though I cannot make sure if this was a true story, for I have no sufficient sources to mention them, I’ve heard this from a teacher who used to teach us History and social studies. When the SAARC countries got together for a meeting, a prominent individual in theG8 summit had looked down on them saying’7 beggars getting together to discuss about their future’. Can’t we women just relate to them?

I was saying, we couldn’t care less if we didn’t have a man’s attention as long as we get freedom to move from one end to the another without cat calls, or some man checking out body parts we do not want to call attention on or worst, and the most horrible nightmare of all women, being raped. The most sad excuse a man can give for a woman being raped is ‘it’s the way you dress’. ‘You simply cannot expect a man to not to bang you if you dress that way’. ‘That woman is a slut for wearing in that manner’. I need not go on.

I’m not trying to demean the male specie nor do I hate them. Don’t get the wrong picture by what I say. And everyone who were unlucky enough to be born a male is not this way either, its just that a handful of them are arrogant, chauvinistic pigs who do not understand that they are so low in character and position that they cannot simply take hold of the reigns of their minds. They cannot control their minds or body reactions but they expect a woman to take control of theirs. This is a ridiculous world I tell you, a ridiculous world with ridiculous notions.

When there’s a conversation, a man expects a woman to drag it forward. I am not much familiar with the invisible rules with stand in the society, but I guess there must be a rule which says a woman must keep the conversation going on. Since I’m not familiar with this rule I experimented. It is true. A man expects a woman to break an awkward silence. Why not give them a hard time? Why not make them break the silence?

Let’s start from small things. How many times have you heard men say a woman’s brain is the size of a coconut shell spoon? How many times have you heard a woman being called a slut, a whore or a harlot? How many times have we heard men insulting a fellow woman? I’m not white washing all women. I’m trying to white wash the women who are sparkly clean but has a black dot in their white slate which makes them go through infinity times of torture and pain. How many of you have seen statuses which were aimed at how women were infidel and hypocrite? Countless I would say. And countless times we have ignored them. For we are women scared of getting ambushed by the sour, bitter and hurtful bullets of a man’s actions and words.

And this is just something I saw today on facebook. Doesn't it speak volumes and yards of how discriminated we are.

We need to make our self powerful enough so that we will be in a position to protect our self from the ongoing violence and hate. Have the right attitude. We are not women who are dependent on a man. We women have the potential and the capacity to reach beyond who we are. I’ve seen many people in my life who give up their job satisfaction just because their husband wanted them to do so, just because she wanted to hang on to a strand of manhood. Cling on to protection and cling on to a life which was assigned to her and not assigned by her.

Being a feminist does not mean you let go of your duties and responsibilities. It means you are strong enough to stand strong in the face of men’s scornful words, glances and actions. It means you have the power to bitch slap anyone who tells you that you are a woman and thus, you are not entitled to some privileges.

Only a woman can relate to a woman; the pain, the sufferings, the oppression, the terror-filled word; rape. Feminism is not just an act asking for equal rights for women. Feminism is a far cry from the female kind to save the other females who are suffering. Right now, it may not be you. But you may be next. I don't know why, but accepting a woman's position in a society as a place where a woman 'should be', in sinhala 'sama thana nowa nisi thana' carry a horrifying meaning in such a way it paralyzes me with fear for the women in our society. Where does this 'nisi thana' start? Where does it end? Who judges?

A male can give different definitions of the place of a woman in the contemporary society. While for a particular person it may be a similar place, where he likes her wife/girlfriend to be for a man it can be a place equal to a servant. The only way we can make sure that the females are given the respect they should get, feminism was born. And the only way it can be taken further is by the females standing together, in a strong manner. So if you are a woman against feminism, there's something wrong with you. Because feminism is not just about getting EQUAL rights, but an act of standing against the injustice we face.

For the empowerment of women, may you gain strength and courage to stand against the discrimination against women. Raise your voices against all types of chauvinistic pigs who act like troglodytes in the 21st era where we call ourselves more civilized. Happy Women’s day!

©Malsha Walgamage
8th March 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Dear Mr.Destined. A confirmation letter from the heart.

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Dear Mr.Destined,

Its the year of Doom and I couldn't even let you know I'm fine. I got your mails. All of them. They are tied in a pink flowery ribbon and kept in my secret shoe box. I deeply apologize for not writing to you before. Not even to wish you. Wait. I've got a question. How do you apologize deeply anyway? In a deep voice? Like the voice little boys try to imitate. "I'M SORRYYY MR.DESSTIINEDD". That sounds weird. Nevermind.
HAPPY NEW YEAR by the way Mr.Destined. It was not a pleasant new year to begin with. So many things are happening right now and I don't even wanna mention it. Nah. Nothing personal. I wouldn't be saying them with anyone. You know those deep dark secrets you have in your mind? The ones you won't even reveal to a bamboo tree? Haha. Point taken? Remember that story with the king with donkey ears? How he wanted to keep it a secret but the baabar knew about it and he couldn't keep the secret anymore to himself and whispered it to a bamboo tree. The secret got carried through the winds and reached the ears of the donkey eared king and...well, need I say the rest? Anyway, the point was everyone has their own deep secrets. Some dirty, some naughty. Some sad, some Pathetic. Some dreams, some wishes. Some guilty ridden memories, some not so guilty ridden memories. So, I'll let you know all about it later on okay Mr.Destined?

I wasn't quite sure that the confirmation letter I wanted to write to you last time reached your residence safely and soundly. Thus, I'm gonna make sure that all of they do reach your place safe and sound. Like solid brick falling on a thick sponge. Safe and sound. Hmm I'm not sure about the sound though. Let's just stick with safe for now. I'll send you those electronic cards they have for Birthdays and stuff which plays static electronic music with screeching noises. Then it will be quite appropriate to use safe and sound!

Anyways, back to the safe part. How can I make sure that all my mails won't get lost in this bizarre and gigantic black hole of a virtual world? How? So I named my new blog 'A different kind of a Journal'. It will be different I promise you. It will be a journal which will be empty for about two months and will come alive again for a week or so. Sigh. Its just that when you are too busy you don't even have time to allow your brain to breathe for a second. Just once a month you open one of your nostril specially for the brain and say "BREATHE DEEPLY. BRAIN THIS IS FOR YOU" and move on with life. I said breathe deeply in a deep way. Feel quite contended with myself. Because I'm deeply involved with work, married to work and finding a divorce lawyer named peace of mind. Not funny. Very serious business. Divorce is. Not funny at all.

So now you know the intentions Mr.Destined, the secure way of not getting lost, I'll stop for now.

Yours,
differently yours,
Malsha <3

P.S- I promise you I'll write to you before the solar storms appear and the glaciers melt and the islands dissolve into nothing but water. That will be fun. I'll be cursing myself for dropping swimming lessons in Grade 10 and taking up god knows why - FRENCH! FRENCH! As if french will help me survive 2012. At least swimming would have. Sigh. Life does make the twists bitter when you think about the 'what if's in your life.

Mr.Destined: A page from the open book of my heart.

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Dear Mr. Destined,

I’ve been worrying about a quite a worrisome question recently. It’s quite worry worthy, I assure you. Here it is. The million dollar question. How can I recognize the face of love from the blurred faces of seven billion people? How can I recognize you? Will you be wearing a certain dress code for me to recognize you? Cow boy attire? A Certain sultana attire? The reincarnation of Charlie Chaplin attire? Will you be wearing that black jacket and the black suede shirt I love so much? Or will you be there wearing the polo shirt with no 8 on it? (You do know that eight is my lucky number, my signature charm. Apart from you that is). Will you have one of those ever so savored long noses, like that of Mr. Sherlock Holmes’? Or will you have one of those blunt noses, like that of no-one-I-can-remember-but-dislike-all-the-same? Your eyes? Blue? Brown? Dark brown? Hazel? Intelligent? Dreamy? Romantic? Insipid? The outline of your jaw? Double chin? Or worse triple chin? Your mouth? Do your ears stand out from the rest of the assets of your head? (I sincerely hope you do not have any of those defects because like it or not I have created this ‘perfect’ you in my heart, and naïve I may be, but I wish you will be doing justice for that image I’ve created. Ever so blind I am. I do understand.) Last, but not least, are you a wildly romantic soul as I’ve drawn you ever so artistically? (Please take it into notice that I have drawn your inner soul, your heart, and also will be drawing the structure of your brain when I get to learn more about it. I swear on my underwear.)

Mainly, and most importantly, the ever so grave question. Do you exist? Do you really? You’ve never written a return address apart from the secret envoy you send in the end of each month. (I apologize for the instances where I had to tip the envoy and send him back empty handed. Do excuse me. I am a busy soul. Please do not misunderstand me.  My heart is already stolen by you. Quit worrying now!)

In a narrow corner of my wildest dreams I had Zorro as my hero. Hercules, Robin Hood-and I’m not ashamed to say-even Tintin. And, not to forget, Captain Haddock. Is it even legal to like an overly fifty year sea captain with a constant foul vocabulary and an equally foul temper? (Is it even ethical to like two friends at the same time?) I had a special penchant for Vikings, pirates, strong Scottish lairds who would carry away a damsel and lavishly court her, rakish dukes, earls, and rogues. I loved Batman, Archie, Arnold in ‘Hey Arnold’, and many more cartoon characters who’ve starred as human males. The only cartoon character which I liked but did not develop a crush is SpongeBob. (It would have been pretty weird anyway if I started liking a yellow sponge with pants) My love for supernatural, paranormal characters had a proportional relationship with vampires, werewolves, faeries, and yes, mediator made me a helpless, hopeless fool with an abundant love for handsome ghosts. (Chic lit does have that effect. Feels like you are on Hallucinogens. Very bad for the nervous system). Sadly, my love for vampires decreased with such a rate, I would have just pushed a vampire out of my window to a garlic patch if he conjured in front of me. (I’m sorry Stephanie Meyer. It was all thanks to you. And yes Mr. Destined, you can take them safely off the list).  My liking for those nerdy scholars with the most romantic hearts, the sports jockeys who act as if they are jerks but on second glances are the sweetest sweethearts ever, The Boy-Next-Door, and The-Best-Friend’s-Brother-Who-Had-a-Secret-Crush-On-You-But-You-Didn’t-Realize-It-And-To-Make-Matters-More-Sweeter-You-Too-Had-a-Secret-Crush-On-Him For-Ages types were really appealing.

And as my sister said "If all my dreams were to come true, I would be married to more than 10 multi-cultured men!"  

I have to confess Mr. Destined that the more I saw those characters, the more I met them in my life, the more I developed crushes in my life, I have unknowingly –forgive me, but yes- unknowingly, created the ‘perfect’ you. If I would dream about a Prince Charming it was-with no second thoughts- you! My savior. My knight in shining armor. My Prince Charming. My super hero with the flowing cape and spider webs.  It was all you.  A bit of everyone I liked. And will be a bit of everyone who I will like.

Hello Mr.Destined! A funny story. Is it ironical or what? Frou Frou’s ‘holding out for a hero’ is the now playing song in my playlist.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.
ohhhhooohhhhhOOOOHHH…

I know it’s just an illusion we’ve fallen under. I know it’s just a delusion we’ve envisioned. But aren’t we all day-dreamers once in a while. We tend to cling on to them until we meet the ‘imperfect-perfect’ you.

You know what I wish for with my whole heart? I wish I could see a glimpse of you for a change. Maybe a teaser trailer, perhaps? You now those teasers people make with the sole intention of ‘teasing’ us. They wish. (I stand unbudgeted by all those teasing) But in regard to your case, I would whole heartedly encourage a small 30 second teaser. Thinking about it, just 5 seconds would be okay too. You know, a glimpse of a white gloved hand of yours, a bit of your nose, a close up of your eye lashes (with long, dark, dreamy, shadowy ones), your mouth. (Isn’t that what teasers do normally?) At least I would be getting a fairly fair idea about what I’m getting or what I’m bargaining with. Think about it. I wish you would do so. I would send a teaser to you as well. Starting with the tail of my not so small puppy.

I know. I know. All these notions are ridiculous and they are childish fantasies. I find myself immature but yet, aren’t we all immature in more than one way? Or is it what we yearn to be when we grow older each and every day? As Newton said “Every reaction has a similar and an opposite reaction.” That explains why we yearn to be younger, when we grow older. How we become younger at hearts when we mature physically. That explains everything Newton. Thank you so much.

I did say that all these notions are ridiculous. But are they? Aren’t they? It’s prevalent if you ask me. If we search into ourselves more thoroughly we would find our yearnings in the deepest spot in our soul. Farthest away from pollution and corruption. I would like to call it the spot of virginity. It is untouched, unscathed; it is where your real feelings hide themselves when you change according to the moving world.

I may have unintentionally conjured you up; I may have even gone to the extension of being unknowingly hypnotized by your-mesmerized by your –demeanor and prowess and might have unconsciously turned a blind eye on reality. But Mr. Destined, you should understand, I am only human.

I still have no idea whatsoever as to whom you are, or where you reside, or what you do. I have no inkling about anything in your life. My letters may have awakened you to some minuscule facts about my life, my ideologies, my stupidities, and my naiveties. Yours? I highly doubt so.

Let us get this straight. Perchance we meet tomorrow or maybe ten years from now, in a hallway, in a crowded street, near a wishing well, in a mountain hike, or maybe in a dentistry waiting room, I need you to recognize me. Here you go. I will be that girl with the dreamy eyed look in her eyes. Actually, on second thoughts do not recognize me in that manner.  If the world’s mystic ways treat me differently I may change.

 And how I will know you? “Raising on the thunder and rising with the heat, It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.” That’s how I will know you.  You will be my superman.

Let’s just be assured I will find you and recognize you.

My six-foot-tall dreams, my strawberry dreams, my lavender dreams (NOT, I repeat NOT, Lavender weddings) my coffee dreams they all belong to you.

Adios Mr.Destined.

Let’s find love in a hopeless place.

Yours,
Hopelessly Romantic,
Malsha
Xx

P.S- Outside it’s raining cats and dogs. But funnily, I like it. It just reminds me that there’s a showery world outside, with dreams to explore and rainbows which appear after such draining rains. I just can’t wait till it rains on my dreams. Drenched dreams are the best. When you wring out the water, what’s left is the reality, which is best pursued in that form.
Isn’t it further ironic that Frou Frou just ended singing my exact thoughts and my dreams?  And these lines keep haunting my thoughts.

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light
He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life.


Malsha Walgamage©
 7 November 2011

p.s- My name is not desolate. It's desolately Romantic: Another letter from the heart

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Dear Mr.Destined,

I know that I always start off with saying "I'm really sorry, I couldn't write to you from a long long time.Yada yada yada" Seriously, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just that I have no idea why but, um... (Yeah, I'm tryin to copy Robin Scherbatsky here) I am leading a pretty busy life over here. I canot find myself time to read a book. Can you imagine?
I'm lying.
I do find time to read a book. Books. Tons of books. Acres of books. Lying again. Just stick with one book. But I just ignore it and watch Korean 'freaking' dramas. (They are so addictive I'm telling you. We should try watching them once we meet up) and also I can't stop myself from watching HIMYM. (Seriously, why isn't Ted telling us HOW he met is mother?! But yeah, I'm fine with that. It means we get to see more seasons of them together.) What's wrong with me? Why don't I feel the urge to read anymore like I used to? 

Okay keeping that apart, I want to say I miss you. I seriously do. It's like I've never ever seen you in my entire life. And I've been living that 'entire' life for the past 19 years, 11 months, 28 days and lord knows how many minutes and seconds... Okay That's not much, right? But yeah that's kindda old. Twenty is smirking at me just around the corner like the bloody seventeen did. (I hated it. It always, and I mean always laughed at me when I left my sweet sixteen behind. That was just once. But, still... No. I love it really. It made me realize that we cannot hold on to things. Life's lessons. Gotta learn them when they serve them.) But, I know that You are there somewhere in this gigantic Universe. Somewhere. Waiting. Patiently, I hope. But impatiently would be nice.

You know what? I mean you know why? You know why I get ever so late to reply to you? It's because of the...it's because of my...umm..because of..my..umm specs. Okay. Fine. I made that up. I have no idea how specs got into this. But it's kind of true. I hate my specs. So when I wear it I feel like an alien wearing alien specs. How can an alien be more 'alien'? Just imagine how the poor soul would be feeling? Yeah. That's me. I hate my specs. So when I wear them all my writing blood drains out of my writing nerves and blood vessels. My arteries just shrivel up and I just find, in the next morning, the paper I used to write you the letter had being scribbled with tons of useless, cannot-make-head-or-tails-drawings. If you get what I mean. I'm sorry. I'll try to do something about my spectacles. Will need a lot of persuasion to do from my side though.Tut tut.

Anyway Mr. Destined, remember how I said I was busy. Look above. First paragraph? Third line? Yeah, I'm busy because of various reasons ranging from a certain teen magazine to College work. You've gotta see the magazine okay, it's pretty good and I'm not boasting here. Just you know, feeling satisfied with my life. I'll save a copy for you and show it to you when we meet someday. I just feel that it won't be too long. Foreshadowing maybe. But my knight in shining armour! the day will reach pretty soon. I just feel it. 

where was I? Oh yeah! being busy and not being able to write to you frquently. I know that even if I make millions of excuses I just can't make it up to you but please, excuse me not for this once but, for at least another one or two years. I will never stop writing to you.

 Mr.Destined, Remember what I told you about watching Korean dramas together when we meet? After watching them together, lets go for the next level. You know? The next best level? Let's move up to the next level and go to Korea. I really want to visit Korea and meet those lovely people. 'Konichiwa' I would say, when I meet them. Oh wait a minute! I think that's Japanese. Not Korean. No matter. No matter. It's just a matter of visiting there. 

Mr.Destined, I just thought of this. This is June. The month of weddings. Happiness. Gaiety. I could as well die today. That was blunt but what I meant was June cannot make people stop dying. On the very day of a wedding, people die all over the world and you and I cannot do a single thing to stop it. How sad is it? Pretty much- no- very much sad. and I heard that Scarlet fever is raising it's head in the world which means theres gonna be more deaths right?

Fukushima thing blew me up. Totally blew me up. Why do even people make nuclear shit? I pondered about it and thought how similar Mother Earth's thoughts are with people like us. She couldn't bear up how the sons of her womb pollute her. And because she cannot act without a driving force she conjured the tsunami. That was her weapon. the mega weapon. The super secret artillery attacker!

Gosh. You might think I'm crazy. I am. I am not. You can say I am or I am not.Those were just random things which I simply did not want to exonerate from my mind. I tried. Turst me I did. Don't mind me. Maybe I'm just insane. Maybe I'm just me. Maybe I believe in 2012. 

Yes. I do believe in it. The world won't end but we will be stepping into a new era which had cleansed a dark ally of dirt and mites and termites. Mr.Destined, we've got only one year left. 
Some people would say 'Whoo, You creepy old woman! Freaking peple outta their pants."But I'm telling you, you won't even be wearing pants when 2012 hits you 'smack' right in the face. I'm pretty serious. I don't kid around when it comes to life.

Phew. Time flies. It's time to have my dinner.
And Mr.Destined, I'm sorry. Again.
I promise you with my whole heart that even if I get a tad bit late to reply to those lovely letters I've been saving up in my 'shoe box of secrets', I'll reply to you. Keep me in mind and heart. Soul would be nice too.

Remember June doesn't last for ever. Be good. Be you. Be TAGGED! haha. Wanted to push that in. Just kidding hon. You are TAGGED. In my heart.
So until the next time I'll just stop for now. But I don't think I'll ever stop... I hope you get what I mean. It's very hard to make people understand what I really mean without asking them to take me as a fool. So take me as a fool. Please.

Adios my love.
Till the next time (Hopefully real soon) of writing to you,
This is,
Mal
Xxx

P.S- My name is not desolate. It's desolately Romantic. 
25 June 2011

A letter just because I'm a coward.

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To Ammi and Thaththie,

Thaththie, Did you know that I cannot live a day without you? Did you know that even if I lived I would be empty inside?? like a vaccum has sucked up my heart and left a void within.

Ammi, Do you know that I can't live without you either? Even if I did I would be dying every living moment of it. Like staring at a book but seeing nothing?

Do you both know that I love you more than anything in this world. A lot more than all my books put together.And you know I treasure them a lot.

Do you know that I watch you two work hard just because of us and cry within myself? wishing I was older and wiser with a white collar job? Except that I'm still a student with nothing but expenses to hand over.

Ammi, Do you know that I would refuse to do simple things like doing the laundry, cook and clean the house but I would rip off my heart for you if needed? Do you know that I would die for you?

Thaththie, Even though I do argue at times asking for a freedom you haven't allowed us to witness yet, and even scream and become sullen and grumpy at times, do you know that I regret it later?Thinking how much you love us and how much you want to protect us, like a firece lion protecting it's cubs.

Ammi, Do you know that what you cook is the best food in the world. I'm sorry if I say it's not at times and refuse to eat because you won't get us what we want to eat at the time we want to. I know you do it for our own good Ammi. What idiot doesn't know the fact that home cooked food are the best and the healthiest?

Thaththie, I'm sorry for spoiling trips by saying I can't go. Do you know that even if I wouldn't go on some trip and make a huge fuss just because of some silly reason which is not even worth mentioning here, that I would cross the earth for you? Yes! The whole wide world. Just for you.

I know this little things which I refuse to do would mean a lot to you.And I will TRY to do them. Not because I like to do them. But just for you...because you would like to see us do them.

I'm sorry for everything I've said and done Ammi and Thaththie. And I just want to tell you that I CAN'T and WON'T be able to live without you!!! Because I LOVE YOU more than anything in the world! I know I should say it to your face. but I'm a coward and maybe a coward I will stand.

Maybe, I will show you this to you, ammi and thaththie. If I have the guts enough to do it.

This is yours,
ever-loving-never-changing daughter,
Malsha.

P.s- I love you.

1 April 2011


Another letter FYE only Mr.Destined

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Dear Mr. Destined

I just thought it was high time I wrote back to you again after receiving your 10th letter in a row. My sincere apologies for not writing before. You see, I was busy. Busy with stuff. And during the past few months, which I could not write to you, so many things have changed. So many things have changed you wouldn't believe it. It's freaking twenty eleven!!! Yes. It's two- O- one- one and we've got less than two years to live if 2012 is a true whatever.But frankly said I'm not scared.Okay not "not scared" excatly. I'm just a teeny weeny whimsy bit scared because I read my sisters books secretly when I was a kid and I umm..kindda stole some stuff from...from..yeah...that was also from my sisters. I just can't remember if I ever returned them back to them or I can't even remember what I stole in the first place!! Well, you can't technically call it stealing since I was just borrowing them from them and I just forgot to return them. But I'm sure they won't mind. Because if the stuff were not missed then of course they were not important and they sure didnt' miss them.

Okay. Enough about borrowed stuff I never remembered to return. I want to tell you about my new year resolutions.Ah you've always wondered about mine right? And it's like 7 days since new year. We all probably must have broken a few.Or maybe all...

Mr.Destined sometimes in my life I always pause at times and wonder what am I really doing in it. Like you just see a beggar on the street and sometimes your heart turns on and you feel sympathy and all the rest of the stuff you really ought to feel as a normal human being. but sometimes it's so cold you don't feel a damn thing in it. And sometimes when you live in those cold, heartless, emotionless moments the world stops for a second and your brain freezes over and you just think "What the hell am I doing in this world anyway?"  "Why am I here?"  "Is my name Malsha?" "Am I really a twin?" " Do I really have a brother?" I know it sounds insane but I'm sure that the name part is something most of the people have felt. Like when someone calls you by your name, you just feel 'Is my name Malsha?'Weird.Seriously. Okay that wasn't relevant to New Year Resolutions. but, my point was...there are very confusing moments in life but yeah..that totally didn't have anything to do with New Year Resolutions.

So this New Year resolutions I was talkin about?? Remember?? yeah, About them. I made a few. And broke a few. Seven days since new year and I've been making some new ones too.

Resolution Number one which I promised I'm not gonna break is to be kind to everyone.To every single human being on earth. As William Wordsworth said 

"The best portions of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts,
Of kindness and love.

and as Dalai Lama said

"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness."

My religion is not Kindness but it is part of my religion. But I'm sure Dalai Lama meant it literally. 

Kindness!Kindness!! Pass it on!! 

Easier said than done I know. it's very hard being kind to everyone in this cruelly wicked sociopaths filled world where acts of kindness only leads to desperate calls for umm...I dunno maybe murder?? Okay that was a really wild imagination set loose. I'm pretty sure every kind act won't lead to murder. But there is a possibility of that happening and as a student who is attached to science physically and mentally we cannot-we simply cannot- leave that possibility aside. Okay out of the topic again but what I was trying to say was that I should develop my kindness within my soul and out of it even though it may lead to murder.
(gotta stop thinking about murder).
But I'm serious considering all those crime programmes which airs on TV you simply cannot put aside that gruesome aspect of murder lurking behind the softest little cream top strawberrie act of kindness.
(STOP THINKING ABOUT MURDER!) 
Okay.Okay.
Anyway that was the number one new year resolution Mr. destined. 

Number of times the resolution was broken-10 or more so.

You seee Mr.Destined, it's really really hard to be kind to each and every person on this planet. you Hate a few you like a lot. And you jsut can't be kind to each and every person you meet. After the act of kindness passes you remember your new year resolution and your heart goes "damn! I just mised that opportunity" leaving you guilt stricken. True story.
But I'm trying my best! I'm tryin my best. phew life is hard isn't it?
 Don't get me wrong but having new year resolutions is better than having none. You must have a resolution to break it or keep it. At least I tried. Right Mr.Destined??

Resolution Number Two.-  Serve a smile when there's a frown

Need I say more?An eye for an eye makes the world blind said Gandhi.
The intended line is
"Cummon give your best try douche bag but I'm still smiling at you. Give me that ugly looking evil, slimy frown but I'm still smiling at you radiantly, confidently. Feeling stupid???Back off"
But then I'm sure it will end up like this
"Why you frowning at me you magenta striped chimpanzee??"

Patience conquers victory. Working on it.

Number of times the resolution was broken- Lost count

Resolution Number Three- Have a happy smile always ready when needed

I'm working on it. Being practicing infront of the mirror ever since I made that resolution.(Liar!) That resolution I intend to keep. 

Resolution Number Four-  Get on to your passion more often

Mr.Destined, remember the time when I wrote you this letter saying I love to read books. and I simply cannot live without it? this year I found something interesting about myself. I learned that I still can breathe without books. I still can feel my heart beating and I won't die without books but It's still not the same as breathing with it. Like you still can hold your breath underneath water and still live but it's still not the same as living on land. Like a fish can gulp for air on shore and live for a short time struggling but it still won't be the same as living in the crystal clear blue water breathing in the pure luxury of dissolved Oxygen.

Ah sweet sweet Resolution Number Five- hmmm Should I tell you?
There is definetely somethng fishy about this resolution because I don't understand it either. So I prevail from mentioning it in this letter and I hope the above resolutions suffice to let you know that you are dealing with a higly emotional creature of delicacy and vibrance. Okay not exactly that, but I prefer if you refer to me in that point of view. Just maybe in this letters. For now. Until I meet you at least.

Resolution Number Six- Do not argue with you parents.

Sigh. that's hard. I mean I love them. I love them more than anything in this whole wide world but still this annoying nerve of mine simply won't take 'no' for a simple request like "can I go to that party?". those kind of questions I've learned, gets three kind of answers.

1) Complete silence when your parents go suddenly deaf.
2) A balanced answer which says "will see" which you know that will never cross their eyes to "see" again. 
3) A straight away "no" which obviously leads to some sulking and maybe shoutings.

See Mr. Destined , it's hard living this way. Being independent is bliss. That's the dream.

Time to make this long letter short. Because I need to get do something productive for a while. I need to set my heart upon being the next Arundhathie Roy. Just another dream in the New Year.

Mr. Destined,

so I bid you goodbye 
Let’s part in these Cornwell streets
Thy eyes shineth brighter than it hasth,
Wavering its ductile lights
On behalf of me?
Fine heart, it’s come to an end
We part today in this farewell end.
Thee toucheth my hand and I touch thy’s,
Tip my hat and it all comes to an end.
Remember, solid was our love
Pure, as it should have been.
                           -Malsha Walgamage-

Couldn't resist the urge to be poetic just this once. :)

Hope this new year won't be another New Year where dreams are put off for silly reasons like "I don't feel like it". And I hope I would be able to write to you more often than I do in the present day and than I did in the last year. Wishing you well from my whole heart, giving you all the wishes I've got in the wishing well I've set inside it. It's bottomless so, so many wishes are to be bestowed upon you  Mr. Destined!!

So till we meet again I raise my glass for a toast for your health, loved ones around me and of course mine.

Pen down. Key board off.

Love,
Mal
~


P.s-Nope I was not mistaken. It's FYE not FYI.
      It stands for For Your Eyes 

 7 January 2011

To Mr.Destined(yet again another letter of the heart)

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Dear Mr.Destined,

How many days have gone by without a letter from me to you? Well, Mr.Destined I will not keep you waiting ‘cause I’ve got loads of stuff to tell you.First of all I would like to inform you that Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner have broken up.Call for celebration? Nah! More like stick my head in the toilet and flush it before my wild imagination think I’ve got a chance with him. Oh HOHOHOHO NONO it’s not like I’ve got a crush. I've not forgotten you .I’ll always wait for you. You would come right?no matter what? No matter If I’m hideous and ugly with a large wart right on the middle of my nose which just reads the sign “conk me I’m a button”? and wears clothes in a muddled way and burst out in the most hennish laughter in middle of conversations because, just because I remembered a joke I couldn’t get before? You wouldn’t do that right Mr.Destined?

Phew! Thank god! Now that’s a relief! :)

Well Mr.Destined where ever you are I just wanted to tell you BE THERE!DON”T MOVE.DONT PANIC!RESCUE MISSION is ON THE WAY! ;) ok while you stone yourself for the rescue mission I sit back and relax knowing you are gonna be there when the real(yeah I meant real. You didn’t think that I would really send off a rescue mission right now did you? Phoo..what a wild imagination you’ve got.I just settled back to eat my melting jelly) rescue mission comes from another like well just say…umm..another 15 years? ;) (real number will vary from the real one)(sorry I meant the current one)*contented sigh*eats the melting jelly**types back again*hehe
Mr.destined, these are not the reasons for writing to you.And no, the fact that I haven’t learnt any stuff for chemistry is not the reason either, the reason is well…the reason is ..some closer I’ll whisper….did you hear? Lol ..wait…how can you whisper throught a freaking LETTER? :-0 ok ok the reason is..SUICIDE!(That actually came louder than Ii wanted it to be) and NO I’m not thinking of suiciding myself(get that notion out of your mind please!) It’s just that people do seem to think that it’s the EASY WAY out when we perfectly know it’s the most hardest way out I mean if you know what will follow after it you wouldn’t even go near heights,poisonous stuff,high ceilings, moving trains and building blocks . No really, I’m serious building blocks can choke you to death.

I mean I’m so surprised of people thinking ‘I wish I was dead blah blah blah rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb’ that’s simply crap ‘cause Mr.Destined look at the word itself. death.dead.gone.suicide.ain’t they so cold and evil and umm..sooo..soo…cold?
It’s not like I’m scared of going dead. I’m not scared of ANYTHING!!(well, count rats down, and flying cockroaches and crocodiles who are not dead and snakes and gorillas-(the huge kind) and lions who aren’t that far to use the word sweet and tigers both two legged and four legged and my secret fantasies on dinasours coming back to earth ohhh and that “ring” woman who crawls out of the tv(she totally creeps me out..thank god she didn't crawl out of the computer.I would have been soo tottaly freaked out and wouldn’t be even writing to you) and the grudge and shutters previews and that boy who comes behind jessica alba in the eye asking for a freaking report and-) ohh ok I’m not exactly not scared of EVERYTHING but well,will' everything' do.Im not not scared of EVERYTHING but everything…well.. OK MOSTLY everything!hehe happy?

Mr Destined you know that a girl suicided herself in a school?(which made rumors hurl at the windows of the school at the speed of 25000 light years)The blame was put on many sides and one part I know is totally blameless but my ideas cannot be accepted right Mr.destined?
And another boy hanged himself at his home and another in near recent past all within the period of 3 months? Or more?
and recently very very recently another boy suicided himself.train.accident.I think you get my idea.

Mr.Destined maybe they thought to serve the others right by killing themselves but did they forget something? Wait a minute... They forgot to kiss and worship their parents good bye and they even forgot to at least leave a note behind saying ‘thank you for your trouble of giving me life, I know you’ve got plans with it but guess what??i’ve got much more better ones *wink wink* daddy and mommy I’ll ecash you the money you spent on me ok..spend them on someone who will at least be grateful than me.adios.catch you later in next life.
An they forgot to tell their friends goodbye,they forgot to kiss their pets goodbye and they forgot to tell their grand parents not to wait for their great grand sons/daughtes to grow up.

They forgot to look at the beautiful carnation which was blossomed on the place mother has so carefully planted.Well you know that best part of forgetting.They forgot that they will never ever get what they wanted. They will never see the others in pain for them. They won’t see the regret in the eyes of the peole they wanted to see because why? Oh well maybe because they are umm..dead?? maybe because they will be having no spare time to float around thinking oh I can fly.look mummy daddy I can flyy…there’s my mom and dad crying-Oh!i’m dead.

They forgot that they transfer from living to the dead and because the way you chose to transfer you cannot move from living to dead either.’Cause you are beyond death.Suicide is a SERIOUS SIN!
And you are not alive to see the faces of the people who wanted to see after you were umm….dead?!
See Mr.Destined see how stupid people are.How stupid you can get! It makes me wonder if people really have a brain under the thick skulls of theirs. Oh maybe god made a mistake spending so much time on outer looks and cosmetics and stuff instead of concentrating on the brains.No I am SERIOUS.

These things are filled with gravity.these things are filled with deep stuff you cannot understand.
If you meddle into a human brain you could see that there cannot be a place to start the untying.In fact there never was. You were born with knots and complicated stuff.hmm..makes me wonder what Houdini did with his own knots!
And no wonder shrinks are crazy themselves.imagine meddling with your own knots and then trying to untie someone else’s all the more tightening it or worse lossening it so it can muddle up his brain some more!
*yawwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnn* oopss..sorry Mr.destined . I guess I’m pretty much tired today and my eyes are drooping as if I’m under a spell of a gypsy.

Mr Destined, I really wrote to you to tell you that I will never suicide myself(well, thought you would panic because that all what the media keeps saying.It won’t be long when people would be sitting to have breakfast saying “oh another suicide.how cool!” )And thus I promise I won’t fall in love ‘cause that I heard is the slowest form of suicide. I’ll have crushes now and then. Never serious 'cause being serious is being in love.

Well, Mr destined I lay down roses on each and every grave of the unfortunate people who have suicided themselves for some reason or other. And I wish that the wind would carry some sense out through the air into the brains of people who think suicide is fun…If there’s going to be some kind of day when children would be like “ohh let’s go suiciding today!” (NOT FUN AT ALL.warning:don’t try it)
Well mr.destined with the promise of waiting for you and I will be writing to you again...not in near future because theres this crappy thing called A/ls we'v got to sit for but maybe after... I pen down.I meant keyboard down :)

With love and roses,
Mal
6 February 2010