Yes yes its “hot and humid” in Colombo. It seems the recent bitter Colombo winter has made people forget that we are located a few degrees north of the equator. I’m trying not to be grumpy so I’m preventing the sarcasm from leaking out into the third sentence and beyond. After all its the new year holidays and I’m on leave. Its supposed to be a time of chilling out with the extended brood, setting off minor explosives, gift giving and pigging out. This time around its more like being trapped in a war zone.
Two parts of the family are engaged in sporadic sniping using artillery. You never know when the shrapnel will start to fly. As the donkey who has to be peace envoy I naturally get shot at by both sides. Its the only thing they seem to have in common. There’s no used trying to communicate one side’s view to another. I just become a proxy target for another salvo of complaints.
Detached third parties me feel that I should give some rousing funk-you-all speech and make a chair over turning exit. But I’m not like that. I lack the shouting gene. I feel I’m trying to lay telegraph cable to connect very different yet equally harsh emotional terrains. So far I seem to be failing and its not a good feeling. Venting about people who complain about the weather might seem like a good outlet. Yet in the end its about as good as taking panadol for a brain tumor.
I have a wild hope that some how the rituals of the new year festivities will result in a extended ceasefire. That’s how desperate it feels. None the less hope you all have a happy, PEACE-FULL and safe new year.