Don’t know how

I hope this moment is pretty good since I am sitting and breathing the freshness of the air and am able to write something and sharing it with you. I have bunches of things to say but I don’t know how. My mind repeatedly goes near to my hometown as I returned from there last week only. The days were awesome and I could replay the past of my life. Those memories are unforgettable and it slightly makes tears in my eyes. I went to some villages. Unfortunately I could only see a few faces and a few paddy fields in those villages. So what happened to those villages? Mostly they were like forests. Owners of those lands may be in Europe or somewhere in this world. There is enough land. There are all resources. But no one is there to use them. It is because north of Sri Lanka is desecrated. People who are inside can’t easily go anywhere even if they have an urgency. They can’t simply do what they want. They must always salute some big heads otherwise they can’t continue their lives. I wonder how would it be if there was no war and no spoil of blood in this land? I have a lot of questions like this. But alas I have no answers for these ‘would be’ questions. As I said earlier, I have a lot to say and my mind is full of questions and it seems to be very hard to express my feelings. My pen has so much of ink and I have a lot to say but am finishing it here.

For my society

It was an awesome day since this day has given me a lot of thoughts. Interesting part is that I am in my hometown so that I could enjoy every minutes of life. Hometown is the ever best on earth if not on the whole globe. I know I can only spend a very few days of coming week in my hometown. After that I need to do things what I normally do and to rush myself with a scheduled timetable. I said before I could enjoy every minutes of life. At the same time I have a lot to worry about. How my people are automated to live or most suitably to survive in a strange way, how war has pushed them to live in a moody manner and to not care what is happening to others. They don’t care to wait for hours and days in cues. They don’t worry about what happened and what is happening and even what is going to happen. They don’t care whoever is dead. They don’t realize our society is being back warding every day. They don’t even bother to say their children what happened to this society and to why we are still searching countries to run in. Anyhow what they need is a good entertainment, good cinema and most importantly they have never realized they need a change. They remain what they were 50 years back. They still believe cast is the only factor that make them best. They don’t realize a lot of people may get food in the huge amount of money that they spend for temples. I am not using this piece to blame my society. I am only sharing my opinions here. If we all care at least a bit about our society, we may achieve more as Tamils in this world.

Goodbyes

‘Good bye’ I really wonder how easy to pronounsate this word is. We always prepare ourselves to say mutter goodbyes. Goodbye to friends, goodbye to college life and to each places that we live and leave our soul of memories, to both lovable and painful memories of past and to some dreams when we realize they will never become real. I wonder about the easiness and the comfort ability that this word has given to hide the feelings of painful farewells. Our mouths easily say ‘goodbyes’ at several occasions but the hearts are unwilling to accept the realities. Saying goodbye is not a difficult task but accepting it as it as is the most difficult part of life. It is just because we are habited to live in formalized way. We feel quiet comfortable when we are with familiar things and persons. ‘New’ things may be interesting but it doesn’t mean that we are happy with them. Meeting a new person or even preparing to have a new life may be the substitutes for the things that we said goodbye. But what I can assurely say is; goodbyes can never make an end to love. Even if we leave a person or a place, we still live with their memories. So the reality says goodbyes never make ends.