Just analyzing...

I was going through some archived data and present data of the presidential elections of Sri Lanka thanks to one of the pleasant chats I had with a dearest friend of mine. What I came up with was really interesting, and I had a long thought about it. Found it interesting enough to share it with you.

Let me summarise it for you.

In 2005 there were 9,717,039 valid votes.
Out of which;

1. Mr. Mahinda Rajapaksha got 4,887,152
2. Mr. Ranil Wickramasinghe got 4,706,366
   where JVP was with MR and TNA was not in the scene.

In 2010 there were 10,495,451 valid votes
Out of which;

1. Mr. Mahinda Rajapaksha got 6,015,934
2. Gen. (Rtd) Sarath Fonseka got 4,173,185
   where JVP and TNA were with SF.
   
   What does this mean?
Sources:


2005 Results

2010 Results

Amazed by you

I have seen many with perseverance but none like my cute little wife. J Of course, I may not have known the others, the way I know my wify. Yet, the more I get to know her, more I realise how much of a gutty person she is.

She is an undergrad in Paris since 2007 and that was the year I graduated. She has been working part-time from the day she has started her university career where as I have never worked part-time in my whole life. I was amazed by the fact she was working part-time. But some of my friends and respected adults who have had experience told me that most of the students do part-time jobs while studying. They said it was not much to be amazed.

I never studied late into the night or had full nights but I was lucky enough to get enough marks to get through all the tests that I had to face. Some of my close friends who were geniuses at uni did study late into the night and they used to sleep around 4-5 hours consistently, some of them who cared for me also told me to put more effort so that I would do better. Yet, none of them did part-time jobs and they were well taken care of by their families.

My wife and I used to talk for long hours when we were many miles apart. She would always call/chat/write irrespective of how much of little time she had to do her studies. Though I did tell her to get back and study, I have to admit that I loved talking to her and spending my time with her. I was amazed how she was able to do that.

Then, I came to live with my wife and I still am. J I realised a lot of things as I was experiencing everything first hand. Of course, in countries like this, most of the students work part-time. But it is very few who would work more than 15 hours. The number is even less who would work 15 hours and get through their studies as well. Yet, the love of my life works 25 hours. It makes me wonder in awe, how well she does things, how hard she does things, what perseverance she has. I haven’t even seen anyone as strong as she is. I am still amazed.

Not only she does her part in the best way she can, she makes me do better. Thanks to her, now I know, that I am capable of things that I never thought I was. Her perseverance not only makes her stand out tall among everyone (even though she is short, of course, taller than KD: personal joke, don’t try to get it…) but makes the people around her glow and grow too.

I love you & I am amazed by you!

Prodigy

"Leave no space for theory, leave no space to restrict; you will find the prodigy in you! The harmony of you with your inner soul; will take you there. All you need to do is, to listen."

I was inspired by the movie “August Rush”. Thank you for letting me have it little one. All of us will neither be musicians nor artists. Yet, there lives a prodigy in all of us. Happiness is accepting yourself for the person you are, the prodigy you are!

Mentor!

This is what (Comments for the first blog post) I had to say when he appeared in blogging way back in 2006. Do I feel the same still?
A busy software engineer! Perfectionist of its kind! True lover! The one I know, is a person who would bear the weight of the world without hurting the ones he loves. Is selfless of its own kind!
He would not go home last night, doing his job! The one that gets him bread and butter. He would not go home in the morning today, exactly 26 years back that his parents were gifted with the gift he is! Not cause of the his job, yet cause of the righteousness he carries with himself to pay his debts back to place where he gathered certain parts of his life!

Have a wonderful birthday (the latter part of the day which you were able to save from us…)!

I do!

Innocent love or innocence of love?

Two friends I know, are friends themselves! One is a boy, the other being a girl. They are both very close as friends, perhaps as close as siblings are!

The boy loves another girl and the relationship goes on strong! The girl doesn’t have a better half. She thinks she is not in love, perhaps she is not sure whether she is in love. Or she may also be fighting against the true feelings of love as the person she is in love with has another! Whatever the true feelings of hers are, she doesn’t want the world to know that there’s something funny going on inside her.

Yet it shows… It shows from the way she behaves around him! So protective, so fuzzy, so childish… so much as if she is trying hard not to let out the true feelings she carries… but doing nothing but that, by being how she is being! For an eye of a mother, a caring father the difference is apparent.

I think to myself, should I rather talk to the boy than the girl? Tell him, to stay away if he really considers her as a friend. Tell him, to pick a huge fight and make her so angry and keep away from her so that she would think that she has fallen for the wrong guy or to do something nasty that she would hate him to the limits.
Or…
…should I rather talk to the girl than the boy? Tell her, it’s ok to accept the true feelings yet it’s not ok to be a trouble maker for a relationship so that she has to get away from him. Tell her, to keep on accepting her feelings, being ready to wait for something she may never get or just be the way she is…

Is it innocent love or innocence of love? I don’t know! Yet, I’m in a dilemma, that; I know for sure!

What it is to be…

…loved by not one, but two? She would always guide me… She would go the distance that an ordinary leader would never even think of going for a member of the team… (Of course, she is extraordinary…) Knowing that she trusts you and counts on you, gives you the strength; adds more faith to you… A warm hug of caring, would make you feel that you are not too heavy to be caught if you were to fall…

Not many would be lucky to be truly loved by a mother, and it would only be handful who are loved by two mothers. Madam, you are the second mother of mine!

Dark Knight!

I believe not many can stand the fact of portraying themselves as daemons, most of us try to hide the very daemons in ourselves. It’s almost impossible to find someone who would not think twice to make himself one. But I happened to be privileged enough to know one. Not a person who would become a daemon for the personal gain, but for the mere fact that he is a great teacher who would go the distance of doing what he is doing so that he could make his students better than himself. (Not to mention that would make the students better than the best…)

Understanding comes with maturity (this comment may fire back on me… but have to express my true feelings!), and that’s why many of the students see the dark side of the knight than his intentions. But I know, if they are the type to be true to themselves, pretty soon they will realise what a great person he is!

I wish I could be a student of his!

An Angel

When I close my eyes and think about kindness, simplicity, innocence, maturity, endurance, caring, empathy, forgiveness, understanding, protectiveness and almost all the other good things in the world, it’s her; who fills my mind. It’s her pretty, yet innocent face that smiles back at me.

Once something is started, not having a rest until it’s done; bearing everything inside of myself, and putting out a reassuring smile; trying to see what is wrong in me, rather than the other person; in rare occasions that I put out, pouring out like the November rain; perhaps, counting on my own to understand me without much explanations; are just a few of many that I have got from her.

I am not going to, or even trying to express my love or appreciation towards the wonderful lady. Yet, wanted to scribble my thoughts down so that I could state that:
When I close my eyes and think about kindness, understanding, caring, simplicity, innocence, endurance, protectiveness, forgiveness, maturity, empathy and almost all the other good things in the world, it’s her; who fills my mind. It’s her pretty, yet innocent face that smiles back at me.

Once something is started, not having a rest until it’s done; bearing everything inside of myself, and putting out a reassuring smile; trying to see what was wrong in me, rather than the other person; in rare occasions I put out, pouring out like the November rain; perhaps, counting on my own to understand me without much explanations; are just a few of many that I have got from her.

I am not going to or even trying to express my love or appreciation towards the wonderful lady. Yet, wanted to scribble my thoughts down so that I could state that:
“An Angel has one name but a mother as motherly as you, have many including that of an angel!"

I am the luckiest to have you in my life. I love you ma!

Knowing...

I know,
You know,
That, I know!
That, you know!
Cause together,
We both know
that...
None lives
A full life
Without...
The other!

I love you!

Nuts…

not me, but the one who I share my life with… She is Nuts! (Of course, that’s her pet name… I can’t recall an instance where I have called her by her name ever since we became friends… and that was since a long time…)

Through out the time she has shown me what love is and how to love… I always thought that “giving everything you have, without expecting anything in return” is love… Nuts, my own Nuts, has shown me that, it in fact; is the case on numerous occasions… How much she has sacrificed for me, and that being done with no expectations from her side at all, is simply amazing… Am I not the luckiest to have found the love so genuine…?

She would ask for a birthday present from her parents when she was schooling, not cause she wanted that or she loved that… but merely cause she knew that I liked it and loved it… And even without opening her present she would give that to me as a present… As usual I found myself speechless… Not once, not twice but many a times that my brain fails to remember…

She would trust me beyond all the extremes… She would confide in me letting me know her very own soul that she knows about it herself… I’m no Guru of love but I am positive that I have found my love…!

As long as I live, I will try better than my best to be all you want me to be!

I love you and you mean the whole world to me…

Toi et Moi!

We share such a love
since so many years
and also precious memories
of tender moments and times
that only we can understand!

With time we have learnt
about our strengths and limits,
what makes us happy
or what irritates us...

Yet, the most important is that
even today we still have
the same vision of things
and we are on the same path
with one another!

We live a profound and
a real relationship
Never I would ever exchange
my life that I have built with you
for all the gold in the world!

Je t'aime!

If I can be half the man he is…

… I would consider myself worth living! There were times I thought he didn’t understand me, there were times I was certain that he was wrong, there were places where I thought he could have done better… But more often than not, it was proven over and over that I was the one who did not understand, was wrong, who could have done better…

He wouldn’t preach as much as I would (yeah, I think I do that more than I should probably be doing…) But he would tell stories most of the time… Rarely would he explain what the story meant or give the interpretation for the story… I was to find the meaning… Yet, whenever I was in doubt he was there…

He taught me not to compare but to do things in the best way I can… He taught me not to compete with others but only with myself… He taught me what it was to sacrifice and live with no regrets… He taught me how to help and be forgotten by those who were helped… He taught me keep my mouth shut but actions open when it matters… He taught me all he could and nurtured me for all he could not be… And what I was, what I am and what I will be; was not, is not and will not be things I did by myself alone…

Tha, I consider myself worth living if I can be half the man you are! I love you… Have a great birth day!

Victory?

Would it be a repeat of last time, that was the question I had from the moment I woke up. But I realized that it wasn’t the case when a student gave me a call and said that they would have one representative. I was so happy, that they had enough guts to take a chance and see how things would go. I felt as if they trusted the whole staff a tad more… 

Everything went smooth at the meeting as well… The chairman was very happy how the students conducted themselves… And they truly won today…

But I hope they realized that it was not the end. But the beginning of the end… And now it’s time I lived up to my end of the bargain. I gave a word to myself that I would be with them, tell them what I feel, help them when they are in need. And that I would do, as long as I am there.

Yet Another Day Tomorrow?

Spoke with a set of students who belonged to a particular side. (At least one set trusted me now… It was quite a gain…) They didn’t seem to have changed a lot with respect to their views during the last week. I felt as if they were in the same opinion and tomorrow at the meeting it would be a repeat of what took place last time. 

Was waiting late till the student whom I thought would make a difference, to come and meet me, and tell me that he was successful. But it didn’t happen on that day. I wasn’t sad, because I knew that I had done all I could do. And I’m not capable of miracle, but simple trying… May be trying better than my best… (which I think I did…)

Making of a leader?

One staff member and I went on training visits today. (The students of our college go for industrial training in their second semester of the third year…)

This note is about a special student, whom I feel; would make a great leader and a person who is capable of changing many others around her.

Have seen a lot of training dairies up to now (they are supposed to maintain a dairy where they write their daily experiences and get the consent of their supervisors after every week…) The diary of this student was the first one, in which I saw where her supervisor had written phrases of praise in every week. Of course, all our students do have many praises, but I haven’t come across one that’s continuous…

One comment that made me feel proud was when I heard that whenever she had a question and was asking help from someone she would always grab her friends along with her… How nice of her to do that? Isn’t it something only good leaders do?

Did I meet the one to make a change?

I spoke with a student. Who had seen a side that many of others hadn’t seen. At least that’s what I felt. He was hurt, he wanted a change. Though, he didn’t say he would be the one to put his hand up and lead people in front (mainly because he was frustrated about the people he trusted… he treated as his colleagues, comrades of his side…), he said that he would give his best shot to make the others of the two sides agree on a common ground.

I have a feeling that he would do it. Good luck! (I will help him with all my ability, that I’m sure about…)

The Judgment Day

At 11 in the morning, when I went to the Dean’s board room, I could hardly meet the students who went and spoke with me. They were all nicely dressed and looked very smart and professional. (I was wondering how nice it would have been if they had worn like that all the while)

They fought for what they believed was correct! And that was nice to see. Irrespective of their divisions they were standing on a common ground. But it was sad to see that they were prepared to jeopardize all the things students of their batch could gain from having a batch representative. 

When the chairman of the meeting gave them another week asking them to discuss among themselves and select a representative among themselves, I thought it was not the correct thing to be done. Yet, once a decision is taken by the chair, it stays a decision. 

So, the students who came to the meeting won. I was happy that they won and that they were happy. But I feared that, whether we would not be able to break the trend of this division and unite the batch for the betterment of not only of that particular batch only but for all the students (present and future). 

For their sake, I hope that they would put their differences behind and try to see why and what we were trying to give them…

Chickened or Not Trusted Enough?

I was all prepared to talk to the “stronger, uncontrollable, bigger” students, who were supposed to have a say with their colleagues. I wanted to show them a movie “Freedom Writers” – my 25th birthday gift by my cute little wife. And I wanted to make sure that it didn’t have anything that would give them a wrong idea. And I couldn’t find anything of that sort. So I was up until about 2.30 in the morning before getting up at 5.30.

I said I would be ready sharp at 8.00. Got a class room ready as well, so that we would not be disturbed. There were a set of students gathered around 8.30… But alas, they were the field representatives of the departments of the faculty. The so called leaders didn’t turn up! “Did they get chickened out?” was my first impression. But it was a something that those representatives were there, so I wanted to make the best out of that, not for me but for them, their friends, the whole faculty. 

So we spoke, and kept on speaking. A lot was revealed! They were all confident that no problem would arise inside a department, but they were also confident that they could not do anything if something goes wrong at faculty level with in their batch. So, they had one request from the staff, not to have one batch representative but if necessary to have two. 

We had a lot of discussions and I gave them my word that I would deliver their messages to the upper layers but I would stand on my ground. I believed that they need to have one student as a batch representative and work with him having no divisions in their minds. They all said (irrespective of their divisions) that they would do their best not to have one batch representative. I wished them luck and asked them to fight for their beliefs tomorrow when it was time for a representative to be elected. 

We watched the movie “Freedom Writers” as well. Many students thought that it was very related to them. (I simply didn’t think like that at the beginning, but as and when I understood their feelings, I could understand their attitude towards the film.) 

I have to mention this. I really appreciate them coming and talking to me. I realized that those “stronger, uncontrollable, bigger” students didn’t come to meet me not because they were chickened, but merely because they didn’t trust me enough (yet). (Of course, I teach to a particular set of students of three departments so that many others would not know whether I could be trusted or not).

Is it lost?

I was talking a few students on mine about leadership. Was telling them that responsibility is all to leadership. That it was not about followers applauding them all the way and telling them, what great leaders they are. Was also telling them; if they become great leaders that it would happen eventually…

They listened. As they always do. Some, even shared their view points. And we got into the conversation as there’s a problem at the college. And they accepted that the problem was not necessary and that we all could do better with out it, that the so called problem did not serve anyone with anything, but only grief and sorrow. They all agreed that it should be stopped. They said unison that they should take the initiative to stop it. Yet, sadly no individual said that he/she would start. They said that there were bigger, uncontrollable, stronger people than they were. So, I opted that I spoke with them. They said it they would get it done.

Tomorrow, I’m hoping that they would keep their end of the bargain… That I would get the chance to talk to them… And I dearly hope that, it is not lost yet…

Should I be happy or should I be sad?

Life has its own ways, I always believe...

Long ago, I think it was in 2006 August, I started a blog (that had only one blog posting though), wanting to tell the world about the things I thought... Not for everyone but for the ones who wanted to listen... And then again, it was this only one blog...

Two three months back, I wanted to continue... I wanted to write more... But I could not do anything to that blog. Although I was the owner of the blog, I couldn't edit anything of that... I tried all the things I knew... I wrote for help... yet, nothing was successful...

Finally, I let go... and thought of starting a new blog... And here am I...

It's being too early, I don't know whether to be happy or sad that I lost the good old blog (which had one blog posting)...