The 'rot' hasn't got as far as Paan-Paan but it might, horror of horrors! |
Kolombians are a distinct people from Colombo who know much -- so much that they are wont to think that others don't know and can't think. They have things to say. A lot of things to say. The entire country can learn from them. This is the sixteenth in a series published in 'The Nation' under the title 'Notes of an Unrepentant Kolombian'. Scroll down for other articles in this series.
I am
upset. Again. I was euphoric when Ranil
appointed a right royal cabinet. Well,
not all ‘royal’ but he had more than what people call ‘critical mass’. More than enough to make sure our interests
are well served. I was thrilled when I
saw that Royalists were now in control of all the key economic posts. Ranil as Minister of Economic Development, Ravi
as Finance Minister, Arjuna Mahendran as Governor of the Central Bank, Eran and
Harsh as back up, what more could a Kolombian ask for, I thought.
Then
comes this monumental blunder by Ravi.
He reduced the price of bread.
Ok, I am not one of those stupid Kolombians who would want all
non-Kolombians to drop dead so this island not only belongs to us but is also
peopled by us. We need the yakkos to do the menial jobs. More than that, we need them for
contrast. It is because they exist that
we appear different and superior. No, I don’t
want them dead. I don’t want them starved
either, because an emaciated set of yakkos
won’t be able to grow vegetables, build roads, pave the walkways (yes, that’s
important to us), sweep the streets, pick up the garbage, drive our cars and
wait on our friends when we throw parties.
I want them and I want them alive.
Ravi
probably meant well. He’s probably
reversing that mad conspiracy by the Rajapaksas to strengthen the rice
economy. He probably knows that rice to
the yakkos is what coca cola and
hamburgers are for Americans. You wreck
food culture and you murder heritage, destroy heritage and you kill the will to
fight. Lower the price of bread and you
help the North American wheat farmer and destroy the yakkos; two birds with one stone and all. And now he wants to destroy the yakko potato farmers too by importing
cheap potatoes from India. He’s got it
all covered, this boy.
So, in
theory, lowering the price of bread sounds well…sound, but there are many ways
of keeping a population alive than offering bread cheap. There’s a down side that Ravi seems to have
missed. Sudat Pasqual, who calls himself
the Incompetent Authority on Irreverent, Irrelevant, Irresponsible Breaking
News in his usual obnoxious manner has hit the nail on the head in a short note
titled ‘III Sliced Bread News’:
“After hearing
that the government has raised the salaries of public sector workers by
Rs.5,000 a month and also reduced the price of sliced bread, residents of
Colombo 7 have filed a grievance with the Human Rights Commission of Sri Lanka
complaining that their snobby, uppish and superficial lifestyles are under
siege by these mean spirited and communistic policies. The complaint further stated
that all the village baiyyas and their children will now be able to afford
sliced bread and the children of Colombo 7 will no longer be able to snicker at
their pol roti chomping schoolmates during recess. Bloody cruel and definitely
unusual it said.”
I don’t give a damn about those rice-eating yakkos.
None of us Kolombians do. I need
them. We all need them, in fact, and for reasons stated above. But there’s a bottom line. THEY CANNOT BE LIKE US!
Our children must grow up knowing they are different from
the yakkos and taking pride in that
difference. If ‘difference’ is erased
from their mental make-up they won’t know how to keep distance, how to treat yakkos and how to ensure the sustainable
development of Kolombianness which is based on the idea of difference. If we stop seeing yakkos as some lower order species we cannot look down our noses at
them. Looking down the nose is central
to Kolombianness.
Ravi has to get that into his head.
Shortcuts to becoming a Kolombian
A Kolombian's worst nightmare
The Bourse is ours!
You name it, Kolombians own it
We shall not be re-named
Get off my walkway!
Thank you Mahinda for the Avacado Prawns!
English is a feel-good thing na?
Dear Percy, your membership card is ready
Forget Mahinda and Maithree, Alistair Cook is the Kolombian choice!
One day we will acquire 'class conciseness'!
Mahinda, Maithripala and their Money-Pestos
A Kolombian's worst nightmare
The Bourse is ours!
You name it, Kolombians own it
We shall not be re-named
Get off my walkway!
Thank you Mahinda for the Avacado Prawns!
English is a feel-good thing na?
Dear Percy, your membership card is ready
Forget Mahinda and Maithree, Alistair Cook is the Kolombian choice!
One day we will acquire 'class conciseness'!
Mahinda, Maithripala and their Money-Pestos
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