The new cabinet of Ministers made me realise that we won’t really see anything changing as long as these tired, obsolete, incompetent fools keep getting reassigned into different portfolios each time around.

Do we need new faces? Yes.

Would I back fresh, inexperienced but energetic candidates if they were to run for office come General Election? Yes.

Would I be willing to run so that I could “be the change I want to see?” No.

But I do think I still have the right to demand better from those who’ve decided to run.



Now that the Presidential Elections are over, I see a lot of hate on my Twitter timeline directed towards anyone who criticises the new President or the party he’s associated with.

A lot of it is along the lines of this tired trope: people who criticise the (supposedly patriotic, pious and infallible) President are traitors who act out of self interest. They’re paid for by imperialist elements from beyond the shores. They’re traitors on NGO payroll.

All I can do is point back to this old tweet of mine:



I finally received my login credentials for the EPF online balance inquiry portal. It only took 3 years, 2 applications, a few emails and phone calls.

Upon logging in, I discovered that they only update the balance at the end of each year. Right now, I can see my balance as at 31 December 2018, and no further.

There is, however, an option to generate a yearly statement that lists down the contributions we’ve paid. I did this only to find out that several month’s contributions were missing from the statement.

I emailed them again. I hope to get this resolved in 3 more years.



Go to sleep today knowing that in just three days, we’d have to pick one fascist over another (or one would be picked for us — it makes no difference either way.)

Sweet dreams.

I too would pick Fascism Lite over Fascism if they were the only two choices available. They’re not, and just so I could have the illusion of sunshine and rainbows, I’ll keep telling myself that.

Maybe, just maybe, we’d all realize this at the polling booth.

Ah, who am I kidding? We’re fucked.


Unsolicited Advice

What gives Sri Lankan adults — especially the ones you’ve never met before and would probably never talk to again — the audacity to give you unsolicited advice about what to do with your life?

What the unfortunate recipients of such advice, such as yours truly, need to keep in mind is that opinion and counsel are two very different things. And opinion almost never matters, unless it comes from people who (a) are very close to you AND (b) have *your* best interests at heart.

These overstepping Lankan uncles and aunties almost always tout their (uninformed) opinion of you, rarely counsel.

Sifting one from the other is difficult. Harder still in conservative societies like ours where the most fatuous voice in the room easily drowns out the most sensible, given only that the former belongs to a person mature in their years.

We have a frankly asinine practice of blindly following authority, so unless you know better, you’re forced to nod along to their drivel. You know you don’t agree with them, but you’re told not to speak up because they’re an adult.

We do this not just with our parents, but relatives, teachers, any kind of elders, really. I’m going to take a guess here and say this translates to blind faith in bosses, politicians, etc. later in life. It’s unnerving to think of.