In Montreal
skyline photo by mezzaninemuc
Travelling on my dad’s frequent flyer miles (an apt metaphor for my life). The first leg from Colombo to Doha (Qatar) is always another world. The flight is 95% laborers, housemaids, etc bound for the Middle East. There’s an obvious class difference. Language, for one, and the literate dance of paperwork and manners that’s involved in travel. The flight attendants look frustrated, and Qatar Airlines, at least, seems to treat Sri Lankans differently as a matter of policy. As I was boarding my connection to Dubai the ticket agent saw that I was from SL and told me to sit down. All the Sri Lankans had to wait until the other passengers entered the gate. I asked if this actually was policy and the guy said ‘no, no’ and let us enter the gate. Rest of the flights were uneventful, saw Ocean’s 12 and some good movie with Topher Grace. Montreal is nicely cool, and the amount of beautiful women is still astounding. Talking with the cab driver in from the airport and my French is still functional, though I come up with Sinhala words when I’m grasping.
Bloody hate travelling. Already hemmoraging money and wholly useless without a cell phone. Just want to get settled and eat something.
I started off not really liking General Sarath Fonseka, him being part of the aggressive war effort. I didn’t support the war (largely cause I thought it would fail), and I thought Gotabhaya Rajapaksa and Fonseka were gleefully stomping everything. Fonseka even came out and said “I strongly believe that this country belongs to the Sinhalese but there are minority communities and we treat them like our people,” in 2008 (
General Sarath Fonseka was arrested on a bunch of trumped up charges, but mainly for daring to threaten Mahinda in a Presidential election. Despite his poor health, Fonseka was arrested in February 2010 and sentence to three years. Word on the street now, however, is that he’ll be released soon. Like any day now. President Mahinda Rajapaksa has told
I’ve been testing a lot of apps. A very interesting one is iPlayboy, from Playboy magazine. It’s bad porn but a good magazine, especially since you can read issues from its cultural heyday – the Mad Men era of the 60s.
I’m going to get back to blogging. I buy a shitload of stuff on my iPad. Not that I like spending money, and the exchange rate terrifies me, but it’s just so easy, and so good. For example, I’ve been reading comics again. Spiderman, and 
well at least you were in business class, apron-strings boy.
do you know the band “Of Montreal”? they are silly, but good.
whats init indi baba !
The picture is broken…
Correc. Times change. People move on.