Watte JUNIOR's Blog.

Cankerous journey of the wayfarer. I am but a wanderer trekking on a one way path seeking the cessation. If you see any biformity in me do not get panicked nor feel sorry for me. For they are only imperfections wrought by the impairments and the limitations of my mind and body.

If someone says that nothing in this world belongs to me I would gladly acknowledge it. For this world has only ladened me with the taxation of suffering of what it has already given to me.

                       My maternal grandmother at her ancestral home in Kande Medagama, Kosdeniya. These are a few excerpts from a log book my maternal grandmother Nando Hammie Rathnayake kept. She was a rich landlady under whose authority worked many tenant cultivators. But the land she owned were scattered from one another over great distances. This ultimately proved disadvantages for her as she grow older and was unable to travel as she'd have liked to her lands in remote areas. Therefore, her lessors and the tenant cultivators had started filching her share of the harvest and the crop (coconut being the main crop harvested on the dry land).  The only mode of transportation available within her village and in the neighboring ones back in the 1977's; as most entries in this log book dates back to that period, was the bullock cart.  People took the bus if they were to travel from city to city and o...

Social Service. In the photograph my mother Kumari Wattegedara can be seeing receiving a donation for the orphanage. Sadly she's no longer with us. Her passing away happened three years back. She conscientiously worked for the Girl's Home. She was also in the committee of the Buddhist Ladies Association of Kurunegala. Apart from that she taught Buddhism for the children at the Sunday school.  This is a copy of an official letter written by my mother in her capacity as the president of the Maliyadeva Girls' Home Society. In her letter addressed to the Divisional Secretary of the  Divisional Secretariat,  Kurunegala she brings to his notice the inadequacy of musical instruments for the oriental orchestra and accentuates on the fact that a formal request has been made on a previous occasion for the necessary provisions.        A draft of an official letter written by my mother in her capaci...

Why is it that everyone has to come to work at a particular time of the day. When the work force can be divided into groups and each group can turn up at work to finish their allocated quota of work at different times of the day.

The line of defense where the the rivals roam freely boasting highly of their mettle. Over the years this hallowed institute of learning nestled in the hill capital of Kandy had produced many glorious sportsmen of stature. 

That sinking feeling you get when all hope for peace is lost. My pet cat devouring on a white dove it preyed upon. No doubt the dove must have thrown in the kitchen sink in its attempt to struggle out of the deadly grasp of the cat in its final moments.