A night I'll remember however hazy it was

OMG (blonde style), I am so happy today, high on sugar and tea.

I went to transit, in a normal mood state, not high, not low, somewhere in the middle, but when I sat at the table with Nandini, Vaishnavi, Pandey and Amurutho, WOW! It was a whole new start to the evening that was nearly over.

We started singing Beatles songs, all what we knew, at the top of our voices, and then Pandey and I did our rendition of Oh Holy night, and then Nandi and I sang Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, and then we laughed our guts out, for no reason, most of the time. It was fantastic.

Then, came the drawing part. I had three recycled papers (courtesy CSA) with me and also crayons. So out they came, and I began to draw and then followed Pandey with his psychedelic, trippy drawing and Natasha with a scenic picture of mountains, boats, water and at the back of the paper, a girl who looked kind of pissed off! Her eyebrows said it all. She had to make it more abstract by attaching flowers to various parts of the girl's face. Still, a lovely drawing. I drew a beach scene, and then went nuts with different colours and different emotions. It was crazy.

Then we sang again.

Then, we walked down to SG Palya singing at the top of our voices and cracking weird jokes. (culprits: N and N).

Chai Point: Two glasses of dum chai with loads of sugar, thus another sugar rush. WOW!!! FABULOUS!!!!

In conclusion (exam style), I just so totally Love my friends from EPS and PSECO!

I am so happy!!!!

Peace and love and hugs and blueberry cheese cake smiles!!!!

Peace, love and hugs to everyone!

It was a wonderful night.

I went to watch a friend and her band play today. Wow! I was moved, the songs were just so beautifully sung, and such talented musicians. Guitars, percussion, harmonica.

It was a wonderful night. That's all I can say.

A shit storm hits the streets of Colpetty

My heart bent in two,
thumping against each wall
lub-dub, lub-dub, blub-blub,
the thumps get faster and faster, they echo like in the movies.

A state of vertigo clouding my footsteps
I even felt the wall move back, surreal, really.
My head heavy, I walked grudgingly ahead,
a wave of nausea, enveloped my being.

That was today.

Memories of blood, spilled flesh;all red
come striking back, unexpectedly.
A slight groan,a faint pulse;
vivid images, whistle blowing manic fools of front street tarred spectacle of blues.

Wheelbarrows, soft, this time carrying men,
creak under their pudginess.
Wheeled into their destiny, their respective beds,
one looks up, to see his half severed left foot, dangling.

Along came a muse, to shake my shoulders free,
they were bound in corridors of life and death.
I exhaled, the sweat, the nervousness,
their pain, took hold of my world from top to bottom, bottom to top.

White blurry swishes of nurses, saline dripping through a clear white tube,
washing away the grime, the already stale blood, all but red.
White cotton pure cloth winding away around the dangling piece of body part
from the sweatshops of law enforcement, plastered, it holds steady, ready to heal.

A run in with the police!!!

9.30 pm- Crash! Loud Sound, a moment to react.

A timeless zone- Running towards two men down, shouting orders, checking vitals.

Oh! the men turn out to be policemen. (other policemen flocking around).

Policemen stop Tuk Tuk, try to dump the unconscious one in.
( broken arm, head injury, suspected spinal damage, but breathing). so,NO!

Traffic policemen advised to call for an ambulance through his radio. Futile!

Loss of Faith in Ambulance.

Traffic policemen with whistles and authority advised to stop vehicle, to shift
both law enforcement officers to hospital. Profanity needed to send the
message through.

Futile attempt to stop a Toyota Hi Ace. Man just drives through.

Finally, a lorry/truck.

Back door opened. Conscious casualty shifted. ( Half severed left foot, head
injury).

Unconscious casualty shifted on command with head support (courtesy a helpful
bystander), note- the policemen, flocking around. Turned into recovery position.
The only position possible with the twisted broken arm.

Interesting: A doctor came over to the back of the lorry/truck,( I am a doctor,
the legs should be put like this). Sigh..What Relief!!!

Que: Would you come with us? ( shouting).
Ans: Are you mad? How can I leave my girlfriend and come?( there goes the
dear doctor). Bless his soul.

We finally move on. One policemen, accompanying just for fun!

On the way to accident ward ( Colombo General Hospital), vitals checked,
conscious casualty reassured.

Bleeding of the unconscious casualty controlled with policeman's handkerchief.
What Love!

Arrival. Through the gates, screams for two stretchers. The attendants come,
slow pace, one of them requested to get in to the lorry to help out. The good man
did get in. A army man helped. Shifted both casualties.

One wheeled into resuscitation unit ( sadly don't know what happened to him).

The other wheeled into the general section. ( keeps trying to look up to see the
extent to which his left foot is severed). He is held down.

Nurse advices splinting. Wound washed with saline.

I am chased away.


Time Check- 10.10 pm, back to where it all happened.

Well, that's it. Life returned back to normalcy after a while, but the images still run
fresh in my head.