Five thousand years later I can still see the bend of our river. A curve of hissing, foaming power. Coiling white against the high plateau of our village. Its black mass topped by the rampart's teeth. Waiting to impale the setting sun. Inside those ramparts is my universe. I am seeing it from the outside … Continue reading Five thousand years later
Music I like is too “strange/weird” for most adults. Most of it are in languages I don’t understand (not modern Sinhala or English). Triggering an instinctive “what’s that?” from whoever hears it. Short answers like “Tuvan throat singing”, “Baul music” or “an avant-garde Ukrainian folk song” are not enough. The inevitable prune faced expression forces … Continue reading Strange music
Mention Artificial Intelligence (AI) in Sri Lanka and the retort is that the country needs it. Because natural intelligence dried up long ago. Then we are back to cricket. There are variations of the “lack of intelligence” insult. All desecrating the achievements and intelligence of countless ignored heroes. Yet AI is neither a joke nor … Continue reading Artificial Intelligence (AI) in Sri Lanka : we need to talk
I bet you have NEVER read one THIS self centred. I certainly haven't. I don't write such blog posts. But this "issue" is at the point where someone MUST say something. That someone is not me. So I end up writing this. So what's the fuss? If you ask me, "The Problem" is a silly … Continue reading Most self centred blog post you’ll ever read
Not many people remember Google these days. Most need to look it up. A sad irony for a company whose name was once a verb for that very act. Now it is a historical foot note. An academic short hand for dominance killed by ecological shifts. At its peak, Google's algorithms defined human knowledge in … Continue reading Remember Google?
I left Italy when I was sixteen. It was just after the war. There was nothing to eat. Everything was damaged, broken. Our ship stopped in Ceylon. A place call Gorl. There was this fellow loading pineapples onto the ship. It was the first time I saw one. I asked him what it was. He … Continue reading Migrant’s Pineapples
Curfew. An adult word. Floats across the power cut dark to the veranda. To us kids sitting around the carom board. Lit by a candle on an upturned Milo tin. Curfew. A thrilling word. It means no school. Waking late. Street cricket. Assorted fun with the gang along the lane. My ears pick up other … Continue reading Curfew, moonlight, and Sri Lanka’s War