When some one asked me what my hometown was I had this few moments of confusion always in choosing a correct answer .In fact I used to say I was an IDP- an internally displaced person.
I was born in Matara where I attended school for thirteen years.For those thirteen years it was my kingdom. Then I came to Peradeniya for my higher studies and spent another nine years there, and the hostels and the magnificent city became home way from home. In fact during this period my parents relocated to Colombo, but as I was an honorary guest for those first nine years, somehow it slipped from every one's mind to allocate a place for me in our new home. As a result of which I sleep with my mother's adopted kid( the four legged one) each night in a bed which she thinks is hers while I think its mine. It has been OK up to now, since I have only suffered some minor bites and she none , sadly).
So when I got my post Intern appointment to Karawanella ,thoroughly misunderstanding the situation of course became a "Kabalen Lipata" type one.I was hoping to travel from home each day, which of course could have not been a happy dream, if our public transport system had not decided to travel at a speed of a tortoise( may be much slower when in comes to 122 Awissawella- Pettah). So since I am whining daily about the hardships in travelling, I am now the lucky owner of a wee little Quarters at BH karawanella.It is a cosy little place, the only problem been the heat and dust which engulfs me the moment I open a door or a window, punctuated by occasional water shortages.So I have begun to live the life a gypsy, half my stuff here, half my stuff there.It is only when I arrive at a certain place of the two I realise I have a left a vital part like my toothbrush at the other place( as a result of which I have a huge collection of toothbrushes but not unbrushed teeth).I have given up the idea of bringing my laptop home, and instead take the option of becoming a pain in the you know where of my poor brother.I wear the same kit daily for weeks(washed daily of course) so that is looks like my uniform.
Life indeed seems to be so fun. Now who misinformed me that an IDP has to live a hard life
I was born in Matara where I attended school for thirteen years.For those thirteen years it was my kingdom. Then I came to Peradeniya for my higher studies and spent another nine years there, and the hostels and the magnificent city became home way from home. In fact during this period my parents relocated to Colombo, but as I was an honorary guest for those first nine years, somehow it slipped from every one's mind to allocate a place for me in our new home. As a result of which I sleep with my mother's adopted kid( the four legged one) each night in a bed which she thinks is hers while I think its mine. It has been OK up to now, since I have only suffered some minor bites and she none , sadly).
So when I got my post Intern appointment to Karawanella ,thoroughly misunderstanding the situation of course became a "Kabalen Lipata" type one.I was hoping to travel from home each day, which of course could have not been a happy dream, if our public transport system had not decided to travel at a speed of a tortoise( may be much slower when in comes to 122 Awissawella- Pettah). So since I am whining daily about the hardships in travelling, I am now the lucky owner of a wee little Quarters at BH karawanella.It is a cosy little place, the only problem been the heat and dust which engulfs me the moment I open a door or a window, punctuated by occasional water shortages.So I have begun to live the life a gypsy, half my stuff here, half my stuff there.It is only when I arrive at a certain place of the two I realise I have a left a vital part like my toothbrush at the other place( as a result of which I have a huge collection of toothbrushes but not unbrushed teeth).I have given up the idea of bringing my laptop home, and instead take the option of becoming a pain in the you know where of my poor brother.I wear the same kit daily for weeks(washed daily of course) so that is looks like my uniform.
Life indeed seems to be so fun. Now who misinformed me that an IDP has to live a hard life
Nice article, of course you've wasted money on tooth brushes :-)
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