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Im not a great one for Jataka Tales - but i got a chance to read a translation this evening and heres how it goes The Sambula Jatakaya may be taken here as an example (Amaramoli 1962: 250-258) source http://www.lines-magazine.org/Art_Nov04/Bindun.htm King Bambadat of Varanasi appoints his grown son to succeed him, and makes the princess, Sambula, his consort. She is most beautiful, with skin so lovely it glows like a lantern in a dark unlit place. They live happily together for some time. The heir-apparent then breaks out in a terrible rash. Informing the King it is better to die alone, he leaves his harem behind, yet as he tries his best to take leave of his wife Sambula, he finds he cannot not do so, and takes her with him. He builds a temple in a beautiful forest, and resides there. Saying, “My Lord! Do not fear, I shall attend to all your needs,” Sambula worships him and goes into the forest with a basket and tools to pull out roots and pluck fruit. She brings a basket of fruit t...

Husband Sells Wife's Kidney thats a good headline and its really old news but I really wonderd how it was done, dont you? and what we women could possibly market of our husbands if we set our minds to it... ok heres the long and short of it and of course it happened because some people think that women are chattel(or was the word cattle?) of course we are chattel/cattle if we sit around and wait while our organs are sold on the open market. youd think one would notice ourselves a little LIGHTER and the guys bank account a little HEAVIER...gnnnn I like to think of the dialogue which would have gone on after that say about ten years down the line, when they are old and grey and the guy is all mellow and contrite W: you hopeless louse you, you took my thingy and sold cheap- its worth more than ruddy tractor see it doenst even have proper accelerator and its all rusty now H : but honeypie I was thinking of our future...why you always harping on this , ok so I made a mistake , ok so I s...

“ I went for my riding test today, I really must blog about it!” “Why, what happened?!” “Nothing. It was all very efficient.” “You’re right; you definitely should blog about it!” Well, dear Readers, at last, at the ripe old age of , well, a few years away from forty anyway, yours truly went for her driving test. Or to be precise a riding test, since I am actually aiming modestly low for the class D license so that I can legally operate my hot Caballo Negro, on the wonderful action packed streets of Colombo, and a little further out too, if possible… So, I’ve changed my spectacles, dyed my hair, registered the bike, taken it out on practice runs, and last but not least filled my organ donar card and kept it in a easily accessible place in my wallet so that if Im found brain dead they can salvage the rest, and here I am ready to hit the streets , well hopefully not literally but , you get the picture… Why unprotected? The written test itself was rather an eye-opener. I have never actuall...