I know in some bus routes the correct balance is returned only if he is in a good mood enough to not to be greedy. 120 route from pettah to kesbewa is not such a bus route (thank you god) but a conductors never miss an opportunity give less balance when he can  justify it. In most such cases we have to remember when we are getting off the bus to ask the conductor to give the remaining balance.

On one such rare situation last week (28.05.2011) when I had forgotten to do so, this conductor came from the other end of the bus to the rear end & handed over the balance. It was a day to remember.

With the blazing trumpet & the drums (dont know what their exact names) stood at the end of the corridor a statue of god “Vishnu” in a well lit room. This cloths statue was gleaming (most probably it may have being washed in milk in the morning) with showered flowers everywhere. The priest, very active, was making his voice heard over to the other end of the 30 meter corridor which all the followers enter the kovil. Couldn’t get much close to have a better look, but the fragrances that wafted from burning many powders (kunkuma etc.) & burning oil etc takes you to a feeling of a totally different trance. It was truly a remarkable experience. It was also a proud moment for me where I could point and say that this was part of my culture.

But this time it was a little different. This time I realized for the first time that I was sad not because of loosing the person, but because I was in an illusion of really having the person. I’m not going to pour my life & soul to this blog, but long story short, I was fooled to believe that this particular person was really being a friend of mine while in reality she was using me. (yep I’m talking about a “she”).

This was years ago back while I was in uni. But the experience still haunts me (may b the correct word could be “devastating”). Once something like that happens turning a new leaf is like trying to create a Frankenstein monster  and bring it to life. Once you bring it to life it’ll still be a miserable looking walking talking corpse (with all the rattling, clanking tin cans & all) having a beating heart which no one gets why the damn thing doesn’t pump blood.

So one short advice if anyone is reading this crazy post. When all hell breaks loose in your heart, just then & there, let it go. Don’t let the ghosts follow with you to the future. Trust me, you really don’t want that.