Friday, July 20, 2012

51. UNITED WE STAND!

WE ARE FAMILY

Life over here…hmmm..let me think. Apart from the -30˚C or even sometimes -40˚C temperature  in the winter soaring up to even a +40˚C in the summer and also apart from missing your families, life is quite nice over here. 

FROZEN
The first time we set foot over here we were rather surprised by some things like for example, female bus drivers and conductors, but in time, they become normal day to day scenarios. And for us, who are miles away from home, our group mates are like a family away from home. Thanks to them, we made it through the good and bad and are still standing strong. And believe me I have the craziest group mates ever. We are 10 all in all and 6 of us are Sri Lankans, then we have two Nigerians, one Malaysian and a Brazilian girl.
HANDS FROM MANY LANDS

I remember the first time we saw the snow fall. We were in the anatomy department and when we looked out of the window it was snowing!  We all screamed and dropped what we were doing and ran outside.  And then , we were screaming and dancing around and it was so nice even though the snow fall that day didn’t last for more than 5 minutes. Nevertheless, by now most of the others are sick of snow, but believe me, I and a few of my friends still love it as much as then (well, apart from the times we almost get frost bitten, that is).  And by now, we are almost used to seeing unsmiling faces on the road, as if these Russians’ facial muscles don’t work at all. But, anyway, it is okay as even if they don’t smile because on the other hand, they don’t poke their noses into other’s businesses, either. 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

And while talking about unforgettable incidents two major events come to my mind; one is regarding Godwin and the other Yris. 
MELTING POT!

Godwin. Well he is Nigerian and you could call him an average Nigerian guy, but well, I guess he goes a bit beyond that with all his native costumes and all (including bull’s tails and walking sticks and very, very strange hats). Some months ago we (I and Godwin) had a dispute and then some yelling for an issue neither of us remember now but what is important is how we all got back together being good buddies. This was what he posted on my wall on face book on my b’day:

I once had an issue with Hiruni . Today at her birthday party this was what came to my mind which I wish to share with all my friends on the facebook.


“The last plane crash recorded in the world was on the 8th of this month and it involved a newly manufactured Russian plane. All 45 people on board Sukhoi Superjet died after it crashed into Indonesian volcano during flight to impress buyers.
Now imagine the last moments the passengers had while in the plane when it was announced it would crash. While crashing, there was turmoil and all passengers were being thrown here and there.
There was no time to notice when one passenger stepped on another.
There was no time to fight for their luggage.
There was no time to fight for degrees and qualifications.
There was no time for competition, segregation and enmity.
It was a moment to make peace and prepare to meet their creator.
This life is like that plane. And we are like those passengers.
None of us will leave this world alive.
One hundred years ago neither we nor our parents were on earth and 100 years from now it will be same, as it was 100 years ago. We will not be here again.
There is no time therefore to fight over race, face, place and position.
There is no time to destroy others while struggling for our own survival.
There is no time for religious and ethnic wars.
No time for gossips, backbiting and jealousy.
No time for character assassinations.

Knowing that our plane of life will soon crash, let us come together as one leaving behind our differences so that when this life is over, those we left behind will have a course to rejoice that we lived well and while they may be crying that we are gone, we will be smiling to meet our creator knowing we have fought the good fight of faith, love, togetherness, unity and  ecumenism.”

And this was what brought our group back to what it was. It was all of our family away from home so a dispute just ruins everything for all of us and I am glad that we all are best buddies ever. And, as crazy as ever. The craziness doesn’t stop there. 
NO TIME FOR DIFFERENCES!

The other day, Godwin and our fellow Nigerian group mate  Chuks left for home. And, around 11.00 pm, Godda (Let’s call him that from now on) came to chat and told me that Chuks was missing.  I quickly asked him to come on Skype (through the Moscow airport WiFi] and asked what happened . Before he came on Skype I got to know that (when he chatted on face book) that Chuks had left to buy something around 3.00 pm. And it was 11.00 pm then and still he hasn’t turned up. To make the matters worse, Chuck’s passport was with Godda and Godda’s registration was with Chuks.  I was really worried.  I told him to inform the airport authorities so that they can make an announcement over PA. It wasn’t practicable as Chuks was not in the airport and so not in range.  He had got into a train and gone to the city, leaving Godda at the airport.



Then, when Godda came on Skype I got to know the details . He said that when they arrived at the airport,  Chuks has said that he wanted to buy some pen drives to take home and got into a train and gone . And after 8 hours he  still hadn’t  returned and we were worried that he was hit by some drunk Russians, or lost, or even in jail because he had no document to show for himself . And, I asked Godda why he doesn’t call him,  to see he has left his phone also with Godda. And anyway their phones don’t  work he said but I don’t know why.

Somehow their check in was at 3.00 am and even by 11.20 pm he wasn’t back. . And, if they miss the flight they have to buy the ticket again and to avoid that I was going to ask Godda to wait till about 2.00 am and then go and cancel the ticket himself because then they have to pay only a little extra and don’t have to buy the ticket again. It wasn’t possible for Godda to check in  and board the aircraft anyway because his registration was with Chuks.

Then around 12.20 am Godda said Chucks was back and he(Godda) was  eating a chicken Chuck had brought . I yelled at Chuks first  and asked where on earth he had been all this time.  He said meekly he has gone to see the city and I asked why the hell he couldn’t buy the pen drives in Kursk then he said they were cheaper in Moscow.  So, after some more scoldings I said good bye to Chuks and Godda.   
See what a pair they made? Like Thompson and Thomson in Tintin.  
Our whole group is like that.

The Good Times We Have...
FRIENDS FOREVER!
But I know one thing for sure, that is one day when we finish our work here and leave we will miss each other a lot. And we make life in a strange land away from our families easier for each other.  And also sometimes we need each other to avoid ourselves from punching some fellows in the face. This is something like that.


Yris: The other day we were coming back from the hospital on a bus and I and one of my fellow Sri Lankan girls were sitting at the back. And the Brazilian girl Yris was sitting in front of us and the seat next to her was empty.  And then, an obese lady came and sat beside Yris who was on a call. After some time we heard the lady shouting aloud in Russian and we turned our antennas to that side. Then we heard her telling at Yris not to speak on the phone in the bus (See the nerve). She said that it irritates her and to turn the phone off. And she wasn’t very quite either in telling that. The whole bus was watching the incident by now. She was also saying that if she wants to talk on phone she had to get off the bus and take a taxi. By this time my blood was boiling. And on top of that she was nudging Yris. And the amazing thing was amidst all the uproar centered on her, Yris didn’t bother to pay any attention to the lady, and just went on talking on the phone calmly.

Then to every one’s surprise and humor this lady took out her phone and was trying to call people on her phone book but unfortunately no one answered. And finally when someone answered, I guess that person didn’t have the time to be wasting, so all she got to say was “ Sdrasthithe, vciyo harasho? Dasvidaniya” which means, “Hello, is everything ok? Bye”. And everyone in the bus started laughing. And I must mention that some other people in the bus asked her what her problem was when she was yelling at the girl. And when it was Yris’s stop she never gave her room and when Yris pushed past her she just smacked her on the butt. Can you believe these people’s behavior? And, all this while all I wanted to do was go and confront that lady but my good friend next to me was stopping me.

So, these are just two stories out of the many many incidents we have faced. And to say all I will have to write on forever. But what matters is that we have our own faults and misunderstandings but we all stick together in the end. No matter what. And right now they are in their own countries or traveling the world. And I want to tell you guys that no matter what, you are the best group mates ever… the perfect combination of different personalities. 

A STORY WRITTEN BY HIRUNI, MY DAUGHTER.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

50. HEYDUDE'S BLOGOVERSARY!

All the way from home to the unknown...


Hey Dudes, 

Isn't Posting the 50th post on the Blogoversary, a cool coincidence? 

These were my stepping stones.
  1. ·        Hey Dudes
  2. ·        Buckle Up Dudes
  3. ·        Mckaa – Dude Of A Kind
  4. ·        Those Cool Security Dudes
  5. ·        My Ram And Cache
  6. ·        Deepa, Please Don’t Ask What Happened ToThe Tomatoes!
  7. ·        Dudes, Ever Watched A 7d Movie> Not3d! Wow!!
  8. ·        Labor Pains 1 - The Pregnant Dude
  9. ·        Labor Pains 2 – Ok Ladies, Don’t Say IDidn’t Warn You
  10. ·        Labor Pains 3 – Labor Screams In MultiLanguages
  11. ·        I Updated “Dudes, Ever Watched A 7dMovie> Not 3d! Wow!!”
  12. ·        “That’s A Sick Joke, Dude!!!”
  13. ·        I Hit My First Two 1000s SimultaneouslyDudes!!!
  14. ·        Forgive Me Dude If You Can
  15. ·        This Is Amazing Dudes
  16. ·        The Wonder Years With My Kids – 1
  17. ·        The Wonder Years With My Kids – 2
  18. ·        Narrow Escapes  1 Saved By The Shoestrings
  19. ·        Narrow Escapes  2 Saved Just Because I Was Broke
  20. ·        Narrow Escapes  3 Saved By The Faulty Starter Motor
  21. ·        Narrow Escapes  4 Stuck In The Railway Crossing
  22. ·        Don’t Drink And DrIvE!  The Soul Touching Poem
  23. ·        Narrow Escapes  5 The Rampage
  24. ·        Narrow Escapes  6 Erratic Driver On The Highway
  25. ·        Narrow Escapes  7 The Day I Nearly Lost An Eye
  26. ·        Home Sweet Home, Here We Come
  27. ·        Our English Teacher
  28. ·        The Most Important Thing In One’s Life
  29. ·        Home Sweet Home, Here We Come 2
  30. ·        Proud To Be Sri Lankan, Dude!
  31. ·        Close Encounters Of The Cops Kind
  32. ·        You Also Thought Sri Lankan DriversAre The Worst In The World?
  33. ·        මේජාතික දිනයටවත් ටික ටික ගෙවන්න කොන්දක් ගමුද?
  34. ·        The Day I Was Delighted To Hear About ATragedy
  35. ·        Do You Get That Feeling Of Déjà Vu WhenYou Read This?
  36. ·        Close Encounters Of The Cops Kind -The Midnight Sermon
  37. ·        Close Encounters Of The Cops Kind - Nice Try, Dude!
  38. ·        Close Encounters Of The Cops Kind - I Just Wanted To Make You Talk!
  39. ·        How I Quit Smoking At Last!
  40. ·        The Blogwalkers Method Of FightingTerror With Terror
  41. ·        Blogwalker’s Pit Stops On The Highway
  42. ·        About Someone Very Special
  43. ·        Nightmare For Road Trippers
  44. ·        Dudes’ What The Hell Kind Of Logic IsThis?
  45. ·        Shame On You, If That’s You!
  46. ·        Goodbye My Unseen Friend!
  47. ·        You
  48. ·        Have You Had Your Daily Dose Of PoisonToday?
  49. ·        Happy Birthday, You Cool Dude!

    Thanks for being with HeyDude and මට හිතෙන හැටි for one Whole Year.
    Please Keep Visiting. Happy Reading!
    HENRYBLOGWALKER THE DUDE.
    With Support Crew

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

49. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU COOL DUDE!

Some decades ago on a day like this a little boy was born.  

Then some years later this is what happened in our house…
“Wait Deepa, those new shoes I bought would match this shirt, let me bring them”. With that, Thaththa left the living room and headed towards the master bed room. We heard him opening the cupboard and then fumbling around. But as the seconds ticked by we were waiting anxiously for him to come as we were already late. But he took his own time and  finally  he came back looking amused.

“What happened?”  we all asked.

He just handed over the shoes trying to suppress a laugh and then we saw it. Both shoes were of the right foot!!!!

A few months ago, he and amma had visited a shoe sale and got this particular pair and more and we were forever hearing about what a bargain it was. And on this day when he tried to wear one of the pairs, believe it or not, he had bought the same foot twice. We all had a good laugh and had to keep two right legs as the sale was long since finished……

 In our house if we pile up all our goods, books will occupy more than 75% of all our belongings.  It is something both my parents taught us when we were very, very small. They both read quite a lot and we took it as an example. The passion for reading. Well, anyhow, thaththa decided to take this  a step further. Whenever he uses the toilet, he takes a book with him and sometimes we have to scream our heads off to get him out in order to save our bladders from bursting.  And one might think that this problem would be avoided in a black out. Oh no, then he takes a candle with him…..




And he is a great chef.  Well, whenever he decides to cook like once a year. His food tastes delicious and has a lot of nutritional value despite the fact that we hear Amma screaming from the kitchen that she has no food stuff remaining to cook with because Thaththa used all for his special recipe…..

Ever heard of a master in all trades? Well, that is thaththa. Whenever something breaks he manages to assemble it back the way it was or make something better out of it. My very first cupboard and blue potty were both made with his very own hands and for me they were better than any fancy furniture. Most of the times he mends things. Most of the time because sometimes he breaks things while trying to mend other things. Like burning Amma’s hair dryer trying to dry the flooded car starter motor with it…


Then there was this time we used to have a lot of snails in our yard. So we used to collect them into bags and take them far and throw them away. But this was of no avail. The numbers didn’t decrease. Then Thaththa had this brilliant idea and he and my little brother took a correction fliud and marked all snails on the shells, by putting a tick on their shell with it. They wanted to check if it is the same fellows who keep coming back. I don’t remember the result. Maybe he will mention it in a comment….

This is thaththa in a nut shell. He is the coolest father you can have. He is strict [ believe me I know], orderly [ a trait I inherited only partially], patient [ this I seemed to have missed altogether], and most of all he is the one we all turn to whenever we have a problem. It is like he has all the right words to tell and all the solutions. However dire the situation may seem, after talking to him it seems not as big a problem as it was. He always says the right things.

And on this special day I want to thank him for the following things and much more:

For being there when we need you…

For making home a haven for us…

For helping me realize my dreams …

For all the road trips we went on, even now when I think about home I never picture being with you three at home, I see us being on the road drinking tea with the back door of our van wide open….

For all those evenings you had to pick me up from after school practice and stand all the way home because I sat in the only seat available…

For fighting for malli and me and taking us with you two to that foreign land when all said that we can't be taken...

For holding me up and even when I fall for pulling me back right up onto my feet...

For the great lessons you taught me about life...

For not crying in front of me the day I left you three and came to be on my own [ I knew why you left me and went away for five minutes before returning and saying good bye]

For loving Amma so much that you are the standard I measure all men with…

For never giving up on us even in the hardest times of life …
I want to thank you for these and much more but I don’t think there will be enough room in the blog once I finish so I will just say that these are just a few things of what you mean to us.

And also thank you for being our Thaththa. 

I read somewhere that any man can be a father but it takes a lot to be a Dad. And you are the definition of that. Someday I might put your picture up in front of the word Dad in the dictionary….


Happy birthday Thaththa! We love you

 


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

48. HAVE YOU HAD YOUR DAILY DOSE OF POISON TODAY?


I couldn’t make up my mind to write anything because the passing away of my beloved mother. If you don’t mind reading my blog post "වැරදි දවසක අප හැර ගිය අපේ අම්මා" about that in Sinhala this is the link

These three isolated incidents took place in two countries. 

Today, two of us were walking home after school when we saw the grocery store we used to buy things on our way home showed OPEN sign. We stepped in. These are self-service stores and only the cashier is on duty. While Deepa was buying some commodities like sausages and teabags, I went to the fruit stalls. I snatched a plastic bag and started to select red apples when I saw the fly who was fallen just near the  stack of apples with its feet in the air and convulsing. This is a fully air conditioned store just like most of the ones of this type. So generally free of flying insects. Well, they could enter through the door that was constantly being opened and closed each time a customer walked in or out. Somehow this dying fly told me another story.
I turned to the cashier and asked him. “A fly is dying here. Did you use any insecticide spray right now?” The dude was a bit hesitant and gave me a sheepish smile. He said guiltily, “Only a little.” I dropped the apple and returned the bag. We bought only things that came in plastic packs we had originally selected and came home, discussing the stupidity of a shopkeeper who sprayed fresh fruit and vegetables with insecticide while in the store.


That time we were in the capital city of the same country. There was a bakery where two Sri Lankans worked, one as a manager and the other as a baker. As the bread was salty more than sweet to the satisfaction of our Sri Lankan tongues, I used to visit them very often to buy fresh bread, and also cakes and buns without the plastic wraps. When I entered the shop that day, I found the atmosphere a little tense. The elderly shop assistant was arguing with the Sri Lankan manager.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“This idiot, sir”, he said in Sinhala, “is a total moron”

“Why, what did he do this time?”

“This buffoon keeps spraying the shelves and the showcases with this insecticide just to get rid of these ants. Then he stores bread and buns just on those shelves. And today he sprayed over the bread.”

“Noooo” I was stunned.

“Oh yes. when two of us objected that we are poisoning our customers, he keeps on arguing with us. We can’t press too hard because he is a close relative of the owner. Already he’s threatening us and I just asked him to go to hell”

“Thank you for telling me dude.”

“Sir, today you don’t buy bread from us. Go to another bakery.”

I thanked him and walked out.


I was reading the Sinhala weekend paper happily. I used to prefer the real paper rather than the online flipping book version that I read now. I liked the smell and feel of the newsprint rather than the computer screen. Maybe I’m too old fashioned. Someone had said that ‘The television will never totally replace the newspaper as you can’t swat a fly with it!’ In this case the word television must be replaced by the word computer.

Then I found this article about the sufferings of our farmers. They are always in trouble and a constant struggle. Compared with the American farmers our farmers’ standard of life is pathetic. I always sympathized them. And, suddenly I saw this line which made me just wonder if they sympathize us in return. 

The writer was interviewing a farmer and his family. And, when asked about the crucial issue of the misuse of insecticide, the wife said, “We know it is wrong to use these lethal doses of chemicals on foodstuff. But if we don’t we can’t protect our crop and make an income. We will be in serious debt. We owe to the bank. So, we can’t help it. So we have a separate plot cultivated for our family’s consumption free of any chemicals.”

I suppressed the stream of abuse that screamed inside me for the sake of decency. 

What these morons who poison us wouldn’t consider was even though they protect themselves from their own produce, they have to buy the rest of the food with lethal doses of chemicals from the market and are poisoned as much as the innocent rest of us!


HAVE YOU HAD YOUR DAILY DOSE OF POISON TODAY?


 


Cooling it off!

I took this photograph the same day and the same place I took the beautiful photos above. This is how they keep the veggies packed into poly sack bags cool in this road side gutter. 

The reality bites!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

47. YOU


 You

YOU who stared at the mixed up fried rice sleepily after waking up from a deep sleep on our laps and said, “What’s this? Cat food?” because it was the first time you saw fried rice and because we used to mix up all the left over rice and feed the stray cats…,

YOU who had to watch too much TV because both of us were employed with no baby sitter and too busy, blurted out one morning when you were  woken up to go to school, “Wait a minute till this commercial break is over…okay?” and made us realize that even your dreams now had commercial breaks…,

YOU who made our hearts swell with pride to see you ride wobbling when I removed both the guide wheels off your little mountain bike…,

YOU who were cycling downhill behind our car wearing the blue helmet and suddenly disappeared and then reemerged out of the overgrown ditch blue helmet first and complained “It’s okay falling down. That’s not the problem. This stupid ta-ta hand was saying ta-ta ta-ta all the time while I was fallen in the ditch!” about that ta ta hand gadget you had me install on your bike…,

YOU who were then a first grader and made me meet your class teacher one day to listen to her complaint that my kid had walked on the piano keyboard playing with feet creating a new genre of music…,


YOU who beat the hell out of some bullies  not only with kicks and punches I had taught you in self defense but also with your motorcycle crash helmet and made me meet your principal for assault charges yet made me proud for standing up for yourself when conventional run of the mill methods failed…,


YOU who were playing commando dressed in your combat gear and yelled ‘YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!’, pointing a toy revolver at her own chest with one hand, with the other hand in the air raised in surrender,  playing army and the rebels both making us realize how lonely you would have felt to be an only child.

YOU who finally played the trump card by making me see your Principal who was a very kind lady and a well renowned author who said “Hiruni came to meet me today Mr. Blogwalker,… and she wants me to tell you as her principal that she needs a brother to play with.” making me feel a lump in my throat,

YOU who stared at me with wide eyes when I ate an ice cream cup alone without buying one for you as a punishment for something that you did and made me feel miserable inwardly because you took it so gracefully… ,

YOU who defended the brother locking your grandma and aunt out of the house because you thought you were protecting him from them…,


YOU who became the youngest gymnast in the school gymnastic team at the age of 6 and brought home so many sports trophies and A reports and made us forget all the troubles we had…,

YOU who once walked out on us because this place was boring and made me cry when I saw the FINAL CALL and then GATE CLOSED on the big LCD screen at the airport…,

YOU who use Home English kitchen version sometimes just to piss me off and have done many more things that I have to cut short…,

…are celebrating your birthday today. 

 
Happy birthday
 HIRUNI OUR DAUGHTER!!
 



Sunday, May 13, 2012

46. GOODBYE MY UNSEEN FRIEND!


I write this post with a heavy heart, with a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes. I never thought in my wildest dreams, I would have to write a post like this on Obaa ayya, at least not so soon.

When I saw the headings of the blogs in Weni’s blog roll, I was stunned. At first, I thought this was just another practical joke. When I showed them to Deepa, my wife who was nearby she was genuinely shocked.  “They must be pulling our legs!” we thought and then on second thoughts that if they are, it’s a bit farfetched.

In a moment the realization hit us that this was no joke and obaa has actually left us forever. We were fighting tears that were struggling to pour down our cheeks. We were so much absorbed in this tragedy that we weren’t aware that our school session was over and the other session had started.

I got to know obaa when I commented on a poem he had published on the blog ‘The Last Row’. He e-mailed me and then this developed into a friendship that lasted till the end. I used to do the illustrations for some of his blog posts, on his request.

I got to know what kind of a person he was when my laptop developed BSOD (Blue Screen of Death) last September.  Obaa inquired about my delay in publishing blog posts and also some illustrations I had promised to do for him. I answered him in the following email.

 Obaa,
 
Thanks for the reply.
Computer can't be repaired in a hurry because i think the dust has done the damage and is overheating. The problem is this is still covered by the warranty and I can't get back to Sri Lanka before end of Nov.
There is a screw I won't dare to remove at the bottom under the warranty sticker, so can't vacuum inside.
So not only blogging.
My son's studies, (he used to refer to PDF past papers while downloading games), our games, communication with daughter, reading newspapers, music, picture collections and doing homework and school work and many more, have come up to a halt.
And you can select the best of the pictures for your purpose.
Take care,
Henry

Obaa’s answer swept me off my feet because we had never met in the flesh and we had only a cyber friendship…

Hi Henry,
I have a lap top which I am not using any more. Only problem with that lap top is, it has to be connected to power, while being used. The battery is not holding its charge.. Anyway if you need it for your child's studies, please send me your mailing address, I'll put in a new battery and send it to you.
Obaa

He treated my child and his welfare as his own child’s. All of us were quite impressed by this gesture of humanily.

Obaa,

Thanks a million. I was just wondering that you don't even know me in the flesh. still you offered to give that laptop to me.
Still you don't have to do that and still I really appreciate it so much.

Obaa, I can manage with the school computers for the moment.

And we're going home in Nov and then we can get it done there as I think still 2 year warranty'd be valid when we go. It was bought on 19/12/2009.

See what a person who had never even seen us trying to do for us! This is quite a contrast to what we were used to.

Hey Henry,
What's this still & still business, the laptop is not for you, it’s for the kid if he needs it. About the batteries, you and I should run them to the last minute before recharging the bastards, otherwise they empty themselves pre maturely, that was what I learned from a so called expert.….
 Sanath Wijewardene

Even though we politely refused his offer, we got to know how generous and kind hearted he was. In a world full of hypocrites, cutthroats,   Obaa was a true friend and a gentleman. I’m kinda happy that we never met, simply because then it would have been much hard for me to bear this up.

MEMORIES DON’T LEAVE LIKE PEOPLE DO.
THEY ALWAYS STAY WITH YOU.

OBAA AYYA, MAY YOU ATTAIN NIBBANA.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

45. SHAME ON YOU, IF THAT’S YOU!



THE OFFICE DUDE:  

The office train to Kandy was pulling in at the platform. Hundreds of steel wheels rattled against the steel tracks with slowing tempo. The milling crowds on the platform edged towards the slowing train. Some were already hanging on to the handrails, their feet trying to find foothold  on the foot board or at least some horizontal surface. 
I clutched my bag and ran alongside the train, dodging commuters in the hope of grabbing the handrail to get into the train. This is the worst part of the day for most of us office workers. 

We office workers had what the other people called cliques on the train. Generally, we occupy the same place in the same compartment every day. As we have to travel a reasonably long distance, this was a tonic for our hectic day. We used to chat, joke, bully, play cards and an endless list of other fun things on the train. Some days there were some outsiders trying to grab our places and we had to declare war till the outside threat is withdrawn. This could be verbal abuse or just confrontation. Most of the time, the invaders pulled out without a fight, muttering curses under their breath.

As I was running I noticed this dude I had seen several days a week for the last few months looming out of the milling crowds and join the running mob. This dude was in a sour mood the other day when he had to give up the seat I secured for my partner. I didn’t like his face ever since. 

I came alongside with the handrail and grabbed it. Seconds later, I got a foothold too, and was riding the train. The dude with a bitter face who had joined the race later than I had,  was also making similar progress. He grabbed the rail and was running alongside desperately looking for a foothold. I dug my elbow into his exposed rib under the raised arm.  Dude cringed and let go of the handrail. And he disappeared in the milling crowd with a grunt. I pushed in with the crowd that emerged victoriously in the compartment and dumped my office bag on my seat. By the time the train ground to a halt I had completely forgotten about the dude.


SENAKA: 

I saw the train before I heard it. Its face growing larger at the end of the tracks every second. The PA system rambled away an unintelligible announcement in one of the three languages. I asked my daughter to stay put. She sat on the bench, smiled at me with rounded eyes, and nodded. I ran towards the oncoming train in the hope of grabbing a seat for my daughter and calling her putting my head out of the window, when it came to a standstill by the bench she sat. For the past few weeks I had done the calculations and knew which compartment stopped where. The milling crowds on the platform edged towards the slowing train. Some were already hanging on to the handrails, their feet trying to find access on the footboard or some horizontal surface. I was almost face to face with the train, me on the platform, train on the tracks. 

Hundreds of steel wheels rattled against the steel tracks with slowing tempo, but not slow enough. I swung around and started running back alongside the rushing train. The compartment I aimed for was the fifth one. I adjusted my speed to suit the decelerating train. Mmm.. there it comes. I grabbed the handrail with one hand and was running with along the platform. I tried to get a foothold desperately, and finally I thought I succeeded and heaved myself off the platform hanging onto the rail with all my might. 

Then it happened.

I felt an elbow digging into my ribs like a sledgehammer. I doubled up impulsively, letting go of the handrail and the foothold and thudded against the platform. As the train overshot, I was still rolling and rolling towards the edge of the platform closer to the rattling steel wheels rumbling by echoing through the station… My daughters innocent face flashed before my eyes. If I die here under this train now, what’s going to happen to my innocent helpless kid? 


HENRYBLOGWALKER THE DUDE: 


Some in the crowd shrieked. Women’s hands shot up to grab their cheeks. Eyes rounded. Some screams froze in the throats.  Time seemed to stand still.
Then the rolling body stopped just short of the rumbling wheels. Someone grabbed him and pulled him to safety. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.


SENAKA:
 
I was visibly shaking like a leaf. I had just escaped the jaws of death. I felt my knees had turned to jelly and  my throat like parchment. An unquenchable thirst! I felt feverish and heard my heart pounding away in my head. I collapsed on the bench next to my daughter and grabbed her to never to let go… She clung to me. I heard her say, “Appachchi..” (Dad!)


FROM HENRYBLOGWALKER THE DUDE TO THE OFFICE DUDE: 


Dude, even though I hate to call you dude, I’d still call you like that. Some of the first words that came into my mind were four lettered, but definitely not dude. I’m supposed to be a cool dude, so I have to live up to my reputation. I don’t know if you would ever set your eyes on this blog post, anyways what has to be said has to be said. 


First, let me introduce Senaka, whose ribs you dug your elbow into. 


Senaka is a father of two kids, both daughters. First one is a perfectly normal and a bright kid. 


Second one wasn’t that lucky. When she was born 14 years ago, in private nursing home in Kandy, she didn’t breathe for some time. By the time the staff managed to get her to breath normally the deprivation of oxygen to her brain had caused enough damage to put her and her family into a lifelong suffering. 


Even today, she is about 7 years behind than her peers. In a world full of perverts, I don’t have to tell you what the two of them underwent to protect her. Senaka couldn’t hold on to one job for too long, both local and foreign, as he had dedicated his whole life for this child. They couldn’t achieve many things in life they would have done if it wasn’t for this few minutes without oxygen. This incident certainly turned their lives upside down.  


Even that day, when you nearly took his life, he had gone to Colombo with the second kid for a special therapy class, which she attended several days a week. He knew by experience that nobody offered the child a seat on that crowded train, all the way to Kandy. As a father he couldn’t bear up to see the child suffer in the crowded train for 114km.


The dude whose ribs you dug your elbow into, had spent the last 14 years constantly tending to his daughter, being a shadow to her in a world where there are mothers who dumped their newly born babies in trashcans and fathers who raped their own daughters.


Moments before you knocked him off the train with your elbow, this dude had left his daughter with special needs on a bench on the platform and risked his life by hanging on to the moving train to get themselves a seat so that she could sleep on his lap after a hectic day for them both.


While you were digging your elbow into her father, that child whose life wouldn’t have had a meaning without a father like him, was waiting with wide eyes, sitting on that bench for him to call her through a window of the train.  


I can visualize this because one day I stopped the van on a narrow hilly road in Kandy for Senaka to go a wayside grocery store. This girl was sitting at the back with my family. Then because another vehicle appeared, I had to take the van a few meters ahead to allow it to pass. When the vehicle started to move without Senaka, “This girl started screaming, “ Uncle, Don’t leave my dad. He’ll be all alone…” This brought tears to our eyes. Imagine how she would have wailed if he rolled a few more inches and ended up under the train that day…!


You nearly ended the life of a dude who missed many good things in life, because of the fate dished out to him.


And most of all, the dude whose life you nearly ended that day, happens to be henryblogwalker the Dude’s brother in law.  He married my wife’s sister who is a lecturer of English in a College of Education, making it impossible for her to attend to this kid all the time like her father does. I can go on like this, making you feel more and more miserable for what you have done, but there’s no point… and I’m no sadist.
So I ask you of one thing before I end this post…

THE NEXT TIME YOU ELBOW YOUR WAY THROUGH YOUR LIFE,
PLEASE STOP TO CONSIDER WHOSE RIBS YOU DIG INTO.
BECAUSE SO MUCH IS RIDING ON SOME PEOPLE’S LIVES.

The Sinhala translation of this blog post titled "ඒ පාහර වැඩේ කලේ කවුද?" is available at my Singhala  blog මට හිතෙන හැටි.