Firstly, if you’re reading this, you should know where it comes from; more importantly, where I come from. One word, Sri Lanka. Fine, so that cliché didn’t work too well, but it should suffice. Now tell me, do you really know where Sri Lanka is? If you do you probably know me already (hi)! If not, maybe you’re just a tad bit stranger in comparison to most other global citizens, in a good way, I hope.
Tiny huh? The island is one third the size of California but it has a population that is equal to that of Australia. That’s not much actually, just a little over 20 million; its Australia we should be raising our eyebrows at.
Like everyone else, while I don’t know how or why I was born there, I do know that God just threw me into this exotic isle for a reason I am still to comprehend. Not among the billions in China and India, nor among the hundreds of millions in America or Africa, but, Sri Lanka. Mistake me not, for I do love the randomness that went into this gamble. Imagine for a second, my chances of NOT being born in Ceylon/Sri Lanka were 99.7%
With all my debts to her, Sri Lanka also provided me with my beloved Alma mater—S.Thomas’ College Mt. Lavinia, one of the finest primary and secondary schools in the world. Hah, you can jolly well stop rolling those eyes! With over 150 years of well bred traditions, and countless alumni to burnish an already glistened reputation, articulating such a claim requires permission from none.
While I don’t know where this blog will lead me, and what will become of it, knowing something about the person’s works you’re about to read in the future clicks to come is something that I believe will hold you in good stead for the unwritten. I thank thee immensely for starting this journey with me. Adieu.