Dearest Readers,
It appears your ever-curious
correspondent has been rather entangled in the flaming fame game; a glittering gift of gossip and grandeur that refuses to slow down. And oh, what a ride it’s been. With all the sass and spectacle of our beloved familiar faces gracing the airwaves, one would think there’s hardly time to breathe, let alone blink.
But every so often, even the most seasoned writer must pause. Not for lack of words (perish the thought), but to recalibrate amidst the echoing chaos of poorly written drivel that threatens to dull the shine of originality in the printed world. Fear not, for this pen remains sharp, and scandalously truthful.
And speaking of originality… let’s talk cover girls and cover stories. Miss Hailey’s much-anticipated Vogue appearance, poised on a sofa, no less, should have been a moment of pure celebration. Instead, it turned into yet another episode of As the Justin Turns. Besties sending love and congratulations suddenly remembering the drama that tore them apart? Spare us the performative peace. Not every moment needs a monologue. And Justin, darling, while we champion free speech, not every speech should be free.
Meanwhile, MR has re-emerged at a rather “opportune” moment-timed with the war’s anniversary and yet another recycled anthem of peace. “We fought for unity, not power,” he claims. Curious how votes often find their way into the equation, isn’t it? And as for the new government... the opinions are as spicy as a bad curry. Death threats, diminishing drama, and the usual Lankan theatre; truly, no one does democracy like we do.
But let’s not be all doom and despair. There’s always a silver lining in this coconutscented breeze. Paying your expressway tolls with debit or credit? A revelation. No more scrambling for change while toll workers look on like benevolent deities granting passage.
And how could one forget the rising stars of this tiny island with a big attitude? Sri Lankans on Forbes 30 Under 30, Yevan making those last-minute overtaking’s feel like Formula 1 glory, and Anudi, our very own cinnamon queen, acing it on every front. Though between us, this writer is beginning to view cinnamon with a little more... caution.
So, here’s to the lion’s rizz, the game of the fame, and the quiet triumphs of this ridiculously fabulous island.
Yours in ink and intrigue,
The Writer
