suba alut avuruddak veevaa

Ho hum, the first angst-ridden muse of this blog. Rants and Raves to follow.

Here I am, sitting in the Keg bar at Excel World. I've got a pitcher of beer next to me, an artery-clogging amount of fried and roasted meat in me and am slowly sinking into a satisfied stupor.

The thing is holidays depress me. Now I know that I am supposed to say that I cannot stand the crass commercialism of it all. It's the fashionable thing to say when you are pretending to be blase about it all. But the truth is, I just can't stand the forced cheerfulness. I WANT to yell "Bah, fucking humbug." When Christmas happens (and yes I call it Christmas not "winter holidays") I'll be out on the porch with a hunting rifle waiting for my yearly delivery of airborne venison.

Sri Lankan New Year. Let's face it. that's what it is. The Indian tamils really couldn't care less. It's us Sri Lankans, in our screaming desire to take a day off whenever we can swing it, who "celebrate" this holiday.

What gets to me of course is that you are supposed to consider this a time of renewal, and go and see the relatives you REALLY don't want to meet. Fuck that shit. I'm grumpy and grouchy. In fact I am an entire chorus of pissed off dwarfs.

So don't wish me a happy new year. And if I never hear a song/commercial/greeting that has a koha in it it will be TOO FUCKING SOON!!

So there it is. I started off on an angsty muse and ended up in an angry rant. Fair enough.

PS. Bring me the holiday foods. That's the one thing good about all this drek