Mud Ghecko

October is the month of my wonderful liberating divorce, and I remember it with such mellow happiness, you might consider it rather shocking.  The truth is, hardly any anniversary makes me so inexplicably happy!!  Perhaps obscenely, I have many times wanted to propose divorce parties and I know if I was a minister or something I would host large-scale nationwide celebrations with free butterscotch ice cream dansal, pole dancers and/or fireworks, which ever is more fun... I want to tell you because I trust you not to judge me… sometimes divorce can be a really good happy thing, and people really should do it more often - and with more kinds of things (not necessarily your spouse) that are just not working out- you can divorce your job, your daylight robbing trishaw man, your insufferably nosy aunt next door, your current vocation if you don't like it, your motherland if its taxing you too much and you cant take it anymore.... theres so much to be said about simply not taking it any ...

(Unrelated artwork by Chandrika Gadiewasam)  Scandalous, I know,  but I have concluded that if it wasn't, the human race ,   which put man on the moon and invented Velcro, not to mention, outwitted the smallpox vaccine, and the bubonic plague, would have done something about it …so all I can conclude is , there must be some people out there who support it, and not just the perpetrators…I think I know a few... it's  like this… Last week, three days in a row,  yours truly had to go shockingly dinner-less! I had had my share of late work at office and so it was quite demoralizing when I had to crawl home in the dark, to find my home dark , silent and cold, with nothing on the dinner table except for a few moldy rice grains and bread crusts, and a starving cat or two. " Madam I am not able to come today   and tomorrow as Champika has a Problem " my dear domestic assistant Kusumawathi notified me   in  a sepulchral tone in the middle of one of our Uni...

  In my thirty sixth year , so the planets dictate, I am to publish my first book. Now that's big news I just cant ignore, as fanatical as I am about the whole subject  of  reading , books and the Written Word. I have to then grudgingly acknowledge that many  of  the milestones in my humble life have in fact been previously dictated by the same bunch  of  nine regular suspects that affects everyone else only at a slightly different angle. Birth , Childhood illnesses, a fore doomed marriage and the exact number  of  offspring I will finally produce , you name it, the same set  of  interstellar gas balls was at the bottom  of  how they turned out. I objected. I scoffed. For the last thirty six years I have successfully dismissed the entire lot  of  predictions as the improbable , impossible rantings  of  dazed tribal witch doctors (which for the most part they probably all were, except for my darling mum who is a qualified architect, and the best in her predictions) - but now I am fo...

I dont have a degree in Communications. Neither does my daughter Nadeesha. But we have been published for a number of years in leading newspapers, written two columns and been co- authors of a book, not to mention becoming co-founders of popular online forums with thousands of members. My writing has shamed a big company into doing the right thing. It has organised charity work, saved a number of animals' lives big and small, alternatively boiled and soothed my readers and also brought many a smile to their faces. We have written Sri Lanka's first book of Horror Stories in English, which was great fun in the compilation. I've also had the honour of working with the company doing promotions for a very famous international drama series in 2010, as a Social Media researcher during its production stages.  Nadeesha worked part-time with a British content provision company. She influences many friends to eat better, live better and be happier. We are above all, happy ...