Monthly Archives: January 2012

Dream 24

Dream 24
This another dream that came out of the blue.
It is related to celluloid stars both current and aspiring to be.
Setting probably is in India and could very well be in Ceylon with so much Indian interventions from fishing trawlers to foreign ministers.
It is all about a mega advertisement.
First part of the dream was hazy.
It was related to a mega billboard of a current celluloid (male) star and a new comer (female).
The current star asked for a huge payment and the new comer was given only a fraction of the contract. In addition the designers of the billboard was also given a percentage according to the number of billboard that were displayed.
It was not clear who was contributing the money for the project.
For some reason the designers did not get their portion and that portion was also gulped by the mega star.
It was a lucrative deal anyway.
The the star came for another billboard contract.
This time the young female star had to expose more than what was desirable for an average screen print.
Since the star made a huge income the designers decided to ask for a loan from his previous income.
With some reluctance he agreed.
The female star agreed on the contract which was not shown to the mega star.
The female star had a plot to disgrace the guy who was arrogant to say the least.
She was not ready to expose that much cheaply but agreed on only one display print on contract document.
She also had a secret deal with the designers, if additional copies were made they should be made on paper that was light and heat sensitive.
In other words it was for indoor display only.
This was not told to the mega star and he was not bothered anyway.
He was given the proof read on proper heat and light resistant paint.
He was happy and ordered a large number of copies for outdoor display.
The interesting thing about the ploy was when the display was let out in the open in three to four hours the nude part of the female star disappeared leaving behind no trace of her image.
In 24 hours a silhouette of the mega star was visible and with a small print below “this screen print is only for indoor display”.
In 24 hours it became a national story.
The mega star rushed to the designers and they did not budge and inch away from the contract, He went away grinding his teeth.
Nobody would sign a contract with him thereafter and the designers got their money worth and the popularity they needed for future contracts.
On face value it is a nice Tele-Drama ploy but I wonder how Maha will react to the dream.
Immediately posted email to Maha Brahma.
He exchanged niceties and said you were not a Zombie this time.
I said the mega star was the zombie.
I asked him whether there was a second part to the dream and did the star go to courts.
To which he gave a negative response.
He said the interpretation was bit political and futuristic.
In future all the activities of politicians are videoed by law, day and night and if they fancy dancing with nude girls, they have to apply a light absorbing dye (like what one sees in black holes in the universe).
These light absorbing dye has activity that last about an hour and they are very costly and produced only for politicians in high office.
They are more costly than gold or titanium and actually the metal is imported from black holes by American astronauts.
Only rightful user of this rare metal is the American President who is current.
Fortunately rest of the American senators who aspire to become presidents do not care a damn to the video footage’s and the American public get all the videos relayed by satellites for daily consumption.

Dream 21

Dream 21

I was in some foreign land looked like India.

I see a girl playing Video Game with the game console in a car.

She was shooting her boyfriend/husband umpteenth time, as  if she was preparing for the finer detail of a murder she was planning.

As this was the land of celluloid’s and I was getting bored thinking that it was a shooting of another film.

I was so sure this was a dream not real, even in my dream mode.

I was trying to get into my deep sleep without a dream.

In any case, I am not interested in Indian films or any shooting of a film that will come in the middle of year 2012.

I interrupted my dream myself, since getting to deep sleep was not coming instantaneously, and it was January first and I needed to see whether the Ultimate Edition 3.0 gamer DVD has finished downloading.

Got up went in straight to the computer but it was still downloading at 10 to 15 bit per second.


Anyway, I thought this was a good dream for Maha Brahma.

I posted it and in return mail I hear Maha’s Voice Mail.

He was annoyed a bit.

He asked me why did you terminate the dream on your own.

I thought it was my duty to do that considering your safety in the dream mode.


Then I told him, that the girl in the car would have been my wife know?

So I pushed the safety button.

Can that happen in your case.

I don’t think so Sir, I was joking.

I have an aversion to Indian films and even Indian dreams.


It is a done thing in Sri-Lanka, know.

Even politicians and murderers go straight to India for safety haven.

No.NO, Sir after L.T.T.E nobody looks for safe haven in India now.

Now there is no L.T.T.E. and old traditions must be getting established.

I do not know that Sir.


You must train to interpret this type of dreams yourself and improve on them when woken up.

Why Sir?

Then you can write a Tele drama or a screen play or two and produce a film for your own publicity.


Me writing Teledrama?

What nonsense?

I am only suggesting and it is not an order.


Well in that case I consider this as the opening episode and add a few more with future dreams and cook up a celluloid drama.

That’s right my boy.

Don’t you realize that all Indian films are in dream mode and no relationship to what happens in India, topically.


It was only when  Rabindranath Tagore was writing that real Indian life was portrayed.

I know that, Sir.

Was there a second part of the dream Sir.


The girl who was playing the game was murdered soon after.


She was actually watching a real video of actual murders committed by her boyfriend.

So he did not have any choice.

Who was he?

He was a contract killer for hifi families.


He records all the scenes at the murder site and the murder itself as a video record.

He actually has to produce a video evidence of the murder to the actual contractor.

Otherwise the payment is not made.


The contractor enjoys the video and he keeps it as a souvenir and if the police does not figure out the murder he produces it as video film dubbing the one who was murdered and the murderer with robot  as actors (digital film star).

Then he sells the video on the street parlors.

They go like hot cakes since  those who buy the video knows who was actually murdered and by watching it figure out how it was done in the first place.

This is very futuristic know.

Yes it is futuristic.


There are no films in future and no theaters.

There are no film stars.

There are no Sunday papers with gossip columns.

There are no political analysis on papers.

All are in digital form.

Everybody has a tablet and and the story comes to the tablet (DRM) when the digital right manager is taken of or removed by the video producer after a profitable street sale.

He sells the stuff in the street first with DRM attached and then revoke the DRM once the sales are over.

These videos sell like pop corns.

Later he or she makes a video game.

That is really futuristic to me.

Will I live long to see them.

No my dear.


See you with another futuristic dream.

Dream 23

Dream 23
It is long time since I had a good dream.
This one was exciting.
I was in Malaysia for some unknown reason.
I felt sick and I was taken to a hospital.
It may have been a tommy upset and pain and I cannot remember that part.
I can very well remember they were doing an ultrasound.
I could hear one saying it is unbelievable this man is pregnant.
And one was trying to pull my underwear down to prove his point.
I was bit annoyed and said aren’t you watching a recorded ultrasound?
Then he realized I was not under any anaesthesia and turned round the display so that I can see it live.
I am scanning again and this time I am recording it too, he said.
The I went into some shock mode and i could not remember anything at all.
They may have given a sedative to calm me down.
Then after a while I was in another place.
Again the guys were showing my ultrasound to a prospective buyer of my wonder baby inside my belly in exchange of a three year old.
I can remember his name.
His name was Mutthiah Rouf, bit confusing both Tamil and Muslim names given to this boy.
I thought of giving away the not born baby away and looking after an already formed kid was a good idea.
How to take the baby away was not discussed at this point and it would have been a certain laparotomy to relive my pain.
Mind you this is the first time a baby was auctioned for the highest bid before born.
Finally everything was finalized and I wanted ask one question before signing the documents.
Mind you I cannot be taken to court since court has to prove that I was capable of producing an offspring on my own.
To prevent me making any claim later would have been the reason for the exchange of the boy.
I asked the boy can I change your name.
He said no.
Then I disagreed with the agreement and said no to all the dealings and said I will have my baby.
The man went away with disgust.
Then I asked the surgeon what was all this about?
He told me there was a mishap in an earlier occasion where an in-vitro embryo was misplaced with the tag number.
The father (the man) of this embryo was that old man.
The mother of the baby was his youngest wife who was infertile and with greatest difficulty they had harvested an egg from her.
By some stroke of accident they had put that embryo inside your tommy when I was there, last time.
That is interesting.
How come.
They were doing a laparoscopy and while injecting CO2 the anaesthetist had put the tip of the suction catheter where the missing embryo was lodged by accident into your tommy and you were effectively implanted or in-vitro fertilized.
My goodness I said.
How did you know that whose property was the embryo?
When we preserve the embryos we put a radioactive (label) tag and your / his baby has it on his back. 
We saw it on the second (later) US.
This man has sued us and while you were under anaesthesia we got our lawyer to negotiate a deal.
And as a safety protocol we used his adopted son and like a good man you agreed to all what we said until your last question which blasted everything in toto.
Now then can I sell the baby to you?
Of course.
What the prize?
Unfortunately before I could finalize the deal I was woken up with an urge to go to the loo.
I scanned my tommy with the hand and there was no sign of any baby inside and made a full void and went back to sleep, this time with some sanity in my mind.
Immediately in the morning I posted the dream to Maha Brahma.
He responded quickly and for about 10 minutes he was laughing his heart out.
He told me, you were a real zombie.
You said yes, yes to all the suggestions those guys were making.
I had no control, I said.
They would have given me a zombie producing drug.
What zombie drug?
You were ashamed of yourself with the baby inside.
I finally made you to ask that vital question about the renaming the boy.
To get you a good deal even in your dream my boy.
Then why did you interrupt at the last moment.
I did not.
It was your bladder. 
Can this happen in real life?
Even in your dream you were very futuristic.
This is the type of thing that will happen on a daily basis in future.
Human error as well as computer errors.
With STEM Cell Research well in advance in future, there are every type of human organ, cell and embryo produced.
There will be labelling errors that will creep in at all levels.
Mind you all these stuffs are microscopic and the labeling is going to be the most difficult.
Even the computers that store data can be manipulated by hackers.
In your dream case it was faulty suction pump.
In future it will be database errors.
See you with another dream and he vanished.

The Green Thing

I wanted to write about good old days and by some stroke of luck this came in today in my email.
It save me writing another.
Even in my twilight years I practice some of them but at a leisurely pace unlike when I was young.
This is a reproduction!
Please consider the environment… do you really need to print this e-mail?
The Green Thing
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.”
The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. 
Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. 
But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. 
But she was right. 
We didn’t have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. 
We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. 
But she’s right. 
We didn’t have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. 
But we didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. 
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. 
And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart young person.
Remember: Don’t make old people mad.
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to pi= us off.

SOPA is disgusting!

Wikipedia is among several websites to shut down at midnight in protest of anti-piracy bills now in Congress that critics say could amount to censorship.

This bill is disgusting.

What is happening to American Free Speech.

We in the East are subjected to many form of suppression.

Suppression in any form either originating from East or West is bad.


I.P.L. Cricket, Film Stars, Politics and Money

Politics and Money have ruined Gentleman’s Cricket, as it was known in the past.
I.C.C. CEO’s did not see it coming or did not wish to see it that way, anyway.
Final nail in the coffin was sending young cricketers to prison.
There was no rehabilitation for players.
Banning them for life or sending them to prison won’t solve any of the problems now ingrained in cricket.
It will worsen and  young blood with correct frame of mind will not contemplate cricket as a career.
It is not worth the trouble.
In this background England will become the best test playing country.
But it has no meaning to Indians who are cricket fanatics.
Ultimately test cricket will also die a natural death.
What is happening in Australia is the dress rehearsal for test cricket.
It happened to great West Indies.
It will happen to India.
It has already happened to Sri-Lanka.
In Ceylon what ruined can be put in two words.
Politics and Money.
In India it were I.P.L, Film Stars and book makers.
I.P.L is an embodiment of money and the corruption that goes with it.
I saw it coming and stop watching cricket at all.
It is a blessing in disguise and I could now concentrate more on other vices.
Watching New Zealand Rugby (not Sri-Lankan) more entertaining that cricket.
R.I.P for cricket in Asia.
Unfortunately, I have to say this before the Asia Cup.
If anybody watches these games he or she has to get his/her mind tested by a psychologist who does not understand what is cricket.
We all had this disease and thank god I am fully cured due to our politicians.
When politicians take control of sports there is no turnaround.
It will remain corrupt to the core and become more and more corrupt.

Unusual Sighting of Eagles

Unusual Siting of Eagles

Yes, it is unusual to find three Eagles hovering in the sky.

Usually there is only one that survey from above.

Then of course finding a second one in the neighbourhood could be a coincidence.

But finding there within the striking distance was very unusual.

They were becoming extinct and the Dehiwala Zoological department released a few to the wild expecting them to get colonized about a decade ago.

 I was not expecting them to survive long having being domesticated and not knowing basics in survival.

It looks like the experiment has succeeded but we need to look after them in the wild.

Three is not a big number but it is only a beginning.

Just thirty years ago sighting an eagle was not that difficult.

It is rare in the semi-urban environment in which we live.

They are very good snatching mouse and young squirrels.

Mind you they are secretive and they disappeared in about 10 minutes.