TANK TOPS AND
SPAGHETTIS
Hello hello I presume you got
tired of trying to spot the red ball on the field. Well, then.... let me
share with you a topic which was subjected to deep analysis, some where down
Visaka Road on a not so sunny day.
Tank tops and spaghettis hmmmmmm....
You'd see a sea of them, (which would drive an apparel exporter to lease the
land adjoining the SSCjust for these three days to start a retail deal and
earn a lump sum amount) in so many vibrant colours and (most importantly of
course)in so many vibrant sizes (size does matter !).
Another saucy fact about this
radiant specimen is that they range from every nook and corner. From the
lofty pastures of Flower Road to the disciplined corridors of Rosmead Place,
from the illustrious banks of the Beira Lake to the notorious labs down
Vajira Road, and sometimes even from the misty hill capital.
Out of curiosity, if you are still
wondering what the hell I'm talking about, well I am indeed sorry the
material in your hands is strictly far above your capacity as a Royalist, I
suggest you preserve this souvenir to be read on a later day when you've
gained maturity, (god knows when !!)
Anyway back to our subject. Why ?
That is the Herculean question. Why? Why do they insist on parading in the
most enticing attire and in the most intoxicating aromas and _____ all of
this in the "scorching heat"?
Is it for the love of the game?
No, obviously not. They possibly
couldn't spot a flipper from a googly or even worse a four from a six. Just
swivel your head for a second; at least half of them are with their backs
towards the ground with no concern as to what's happening at the wicket.
Is it to make their kind green
with envy by parading in costly attire? Hell no. Judging by the number of
outings that an average tank top has each year, it's surely not to pop those
bubbles of jealousy among the same.
Is it to taste the relatively
delicious and very skimpy treats offered at the many food stalls? The kind
that would waste a government employee's monthly salary just to acquaint
their taste buds with the variety offered at that lavish ice cream joint in
Colombo 7, come down here to eat ? No, no way.
Is it for the physical benefit
gained by ostentatiously walking around the pavilion area? No can't be. The
thin waist lines and defined curves speak for themselves. However if you
keep watchful eye you'd definitely be surprised at the amount of walking
they do.
Mind you in the blazing sun.
Well... big problem It's neither
the game nor the food nor the exercise and no (surprisingly) not even the
brag take the issue to the base.
Random specimen were selected from
those institutions above and quizzed as to why they crave to spectacle
invitingly at an occasion where they aren't even acknowledged (officially of
course! !).
With a lot of persuasion and a
whole lot more of flattery we managed to drain out the answer. The mystery
was solved (finally)!!
The million dollar answer given by
all those lovely beauteous damsels, "Obviously, to gaze at those superlative
humans. The Thomians ; The charming gentlemen with an aura to be
conspicuous", those were the exact words of most of them.
Well, to say the least we were
rather speechless. We know we reign supreme over the Reid Avenue fellows at
the game but the fact that our presence invariably inspires the presence of
others made us feel, as they said, 'superlative'.
Take a bow, all you Thomians out
there !! You've gotten a dozen eyes fixed on you, make sure you give plenty
for them to talk about till the next encounter!
Tank tops and spaghettis ... at
least now we know how much we mean to them "Those superlative humans. The
Thomians; The charming gentlemen with an aura to be conspicuous " What a
wonderful thing to say ...
Esto Perpetna
Sudhu H.
