Shaakya Muses

  The tale of “Cinderella” is no new tale to anyone. We all know that the prince couldn’t recognise his beloveds face and hence had to get all the women to wear the shoe “cinderella” left behind. The shoe! The shoe! What chaos it caused! It left an entire kingdom hanging on the string of hope that they could fit into the shoe and then live happily ever after with the prince.  I had just been invited to my first  ever panel discussion. I was extremely excited! For once, I was being asked questions rather than being the one asking the questions.  The discussion was in Colombo and while I despise the heat I was excited to go and most importantly see my cousin!  Like anyone I often have a dilemma when it comes to picking out an outfit so on our way to Colombo when I should have just one bag, I had one suitcase and an extra bag with potential outfits that I could wear. Now, the shoes need to match with these outfits right? So I had a few pairs of shoes as well (I had...

       I’ve never written with the intention of meeting deadlines. I’ve always written with absolute peace and clarity. Time was never a factor to be taken in to account. If I was able to relive an event, I would write. If there was a particular incident etched in my mind, I would write. If I were happy or sad I would write. But to write to compete, to write to meet deadlines to write with the intention of meeting deadlines was all very new to me. You see, I am not a seasoned writer. I write what I feel and what I believe. Though I always loved writing it was only once I moved to Kandy that I was able to truly revel in the freedom of writing.      Writing has brought me immense joy. I love it so much that I really don’t know what to say except that I could obsess over words. It’s so bad that even when my mother gives me advice with the intention of knocking some sense into my brain I marvel at the language she uses even more than the lesson imbedde...

  He Defies the LAW He brings DESPAIR Here and THERE You’ll see him STARE Over THERE! In the AIR You’ll never find up THERE He’s THIN   He’s IN   With a forehead DOMED And hair UNCOMBED His Ego defies GRAVITY His soul the pit of DEPRAVITY He moves in stealth like a SNAKE And leaves fear wide AWAKE You may find him in the SQUARE Well Scotland Yard didn’t find him THERE The banks are RIFLED People are STIFLED And the detectives have gone ASTRAY And he’s gone far a WAY You saw a corpse on the STAIR   He’s too smart to leave it THERE   They’ll SAY Stay AWAY   For He’ll break your THUMBS And make his SUMS And with TIME (as always) You’ll only find that he is the master of all CRIME   Yet no one knows who he IS   The shadow they say it IS

      We’ve always loved pets.   Ever since I was little we’ve always grown up with dogs.   Our third dog Cleo was fortunate to move in with us to Kandy from Colombo and boy wasn’t she the happiest dog there was!   She was living life! Running around and simply having this carefree look on her gentle face.   She and I unfortunately weren’t very close.   She loved my brother dearly and my father. I, was the least favorite.     We had the pleasure of seeing little Cleo puppies, she gave birth to five beautiful puppies.   Two of which we kept and the other three we gave away to family and friends for free.   They’re all doing well, very well.   The two we kept were a boy and a girl.   The first born and the last. The two puppies and Cleo were a wonderful site, a happy site.   Until, one day when Cleo would refuse to walk that’s when we realized something was not right.   Cleo had got tick fever and was ...

  We all want to ensure that the people we love are ever so happy we want them to have the best of everything.   One  evening my mother received a text from one of my brothers classmates, a long winded elaborate text explaining how my brother was bullying this kid and that to please tell him to stay away and to treat people properly.   With each word that was been read my heart raced my blood boiling and the urge to kick this boy out of site was growing stronger.   I was, needless to say pissed! Amongst the both of us we may fight and bully each other but with company my brother is not one to hurt another or call them names,   he had a far bigger conscience than that and I knew for a fact that what this boy was professing my brother was doing was utter cock  a nd my brother is also not one to stand in the face of injustice and turn his back and walk away he will say what he has to say so I knew based on what my brother told me earlier of this...

   I turned 18 a few weeks ago. While the thought of "growing up" and being an "adult" excites me I must say that initially I was bound by fear, doubt and a certain sense of sadness by the fact that I was now no longer considered a kid.  I think part of me wanted to still be that 16 year old who was in love with anime, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor who (well to be honest I love all these characters too much to really ever let go of them)   Turning 18 did not excite me rather it infuriated me. In my head I was to be a superstar by the time I was 18, in reality I was still the same old shaakya, timid, failing exams and had not won any competitions for oratory in a while. This was not how I planned on turning 18. Definitely not how I had planned. To top it off, ever since we moved to Kandy (I initially lived in Colombo, the urbanized city, and last year we moved here to Kandy the laid back town. Why? you wonder, that dear reader is a story for another time) I made no ...