Trail of Arrogance

THIS may be old as the Tea that Trails our country but a (Ghost) story of (Adopted) arrogance will never grow old.

Though the magazine that greets in such friendly fashion needs to have people that actually lives the word that greets to its true meaning and Not Too Mean, if you know what I mean?

Me Colombian was told that when this place from the hills wanted to Trail along for some publicity it asked a once in two months mag to trail along to have the live-in experience before it featured its surroundings and the lady, one from the cocktail circle of me Colombian's Colombytes, has been very demanding I was told.

First she wanted three rooms saying that she GENERALLY travels with friends and family.

So the management Trailed along offering her one room, just in case she believed in orgies (Who knows these days Darlings?) and the socialite took the offer.

Then she threw a tantrum asking them for transport. Then she threw another when they offered her a van to travel in.

A VAN? "My husband will eat my head" (He is a lover of Fish Head curried) she had said.

Me Colombian thinks that such caring husbands should not let their delicate wives go around washing other people's dirty linen in public, after all when they can afford to keep them in comfort within the boundaries of Colombian's Colombo 7.

She was all upset about the management Trailing along her photographer at the same luxury abode as herself "I won't be seen dead staying at the same abode as my photographer", the lady fumed. The photographer was Trailed into a different abode, me Colombian was told.

Once that was settled, she settled for the Hi Fi jeep as well that was sent to fetch her and Trail her up to the hills.

However once they were up there the Hi Fi Jeep was wanted for the purpose of showing around a VIP visiting our country from the country that actually converted our country into a Tea garden.

But Madame wouldn't Budge, me Colombian was told she said that she never travels by van and that the man from the country that converted our country into a Tea garden can go around in the van if he wishes to do so.

So the VIP became Van traveller in the country that was once the almost the Tea garden of his country and the socialite who converted herself into a Mag editor became a VIP.

So the Trail people were up in a gum tree not knowing what to do Aney! They were embarrassed to the brim by having a go at the 'Publicity Provider' to get their publicity.

However while there was a lot of tantrums Trailing the management all over the place and they did not know what to do it seems?

Though it was all a complimentary Gig for the 'Lady That Greets' for the Trail people it was one long Trail of an ordeal it seems. As the lady was behaving like a urchin that never have seen comfort in all her life.

When one demand was supplied, she came up with another and kept complaining at every turn. She had compared the luxury boutique hotel with her house and said that it had no comparison to her home which she had claimed is the ultimate in luxury living.

Then came the food under attack and the crockery and the cutlery and the service and the guest relations so on and so fourth.

Me Colombian thinks that arrogant behaviour is only possible by people that have had never experienced luxury living all their lives and also ones that have missed soooo much in life. No Meya?

But Darlings! the biggest bombshell fell on her court the day she was supposed to talk to the KiriKat boys.

One from the hills any way and the other who is about to take the hand of a lady from the hills.

So the socialising Queen has been all Agog about the whole affair until that bright and breezy morning, a letter by the Public Relations Manager of the Kirikat boys have Trailed in on to the reception desk of the abode where the Lady that wrote was staying.

But the letter, me Colombian was told had the lady break into flames, as it was written with a sharp corroded nail using a poisonous acid in place.

It told the lady the Wrote that her Once in Twice a month Rag Sheet was a complete Write Off, in no kind way.

The letter further stated that the Public Relations Manager of the two KiriKatting personalities thought that a Gossip Sheet of that nature was not a suitable place to have those two KiriKatting faces appear on the cover.

But what Trailed into me Colombian's ears was a different story.

The Public Relations Manager was apparently coaxed by the two women in the lives of the two KiriKatting Stars to write that letter as the Lady has been very nasty by publishing the KiriKatting Boys in the Rag Sheet sans the two ladies even though they were actually standing there, one to her husband and the other next to her boyfriend. In fact the lady had carried her position a little too far and actually Edited the picture before publishing it.

Wow now don't we know from where that venom came in a form of a letter. Poor Public Relations Manager No?

Aney! these are all not made Meya? Like the Kandyan Sari worn by today's gals. They don't know no child how to wrap that thing up. Aiyo me Colombian also knows how to do it.

Throw the 'Pota' over the shoulder (depending on the ups and downs of your up-bringing) I mean if you are from the hills and the Walauwwa then toss the 'Pota' over your right shoulder or if you are from the low lying areas, then toss it over in the opposite direction.

But that's not all you have to wrap it around with frills and thrills tucked under a string tied around the waist and all the rest of gathered areas lower down is covered by wrapping the sari once more until the 'Pallu' (the large decorative border at one of the sari) is placed like a placard in front of you.

Not for men though this all for the fair sex only and some one asks me Colombian what's so fair about sex? and me Colombian answers "Only if it's free" Aiyoooo.

But the fair sex darlings! are at each others throats (not like Linda Lovelace) while they are not at each others' husbands. True, true this one really is.

It was said to me Colombian through a caller that wanted to remain anonymous naturally because he was synonymous with the couples concerned may be?

It seem that once upon a time there was a smart prince that put bat to ball from his 'Bada Gaana' days.

So parents were also not worried it seems because the promising newcomer was not giving any promises to the girls over the fence like the other girls in his school which is on the borders of Ketawalamulla. If you know where that is, that is?

So good boy this boy who was putting the bat on to the ball. But when he actually reached the age of playing the ball the man became a menace to other people's wives and he left the girls over the fence alone.

So the daughters and their fathers were keeping vigil over the young man as his ball was always falling in their court and the older women would look forward to return his ball with kind.

So bad manners die hard, in fact from the look at this (not so young anymore) man the grabbing of the older women syndrome seem to come to stay. Now it is said that a high official's wife has don the gloves.

All this behind the back of the official and it is no secret though the old official is the last to know. As in all, extra marital relationships that sometimes need extra material to cover things up. Hoo, hoo, hooooo.

Well Darlings! coming back to that Rag Doll, I mean that one who we were discussing in the upstairs of this column. You know who No? Well in her Day she had, had her day darlings! With a handsome man about a 'Sugar Cane Garden' who is now seated atop on a mansion on the cliff.

Not alone though but in the company of a lady that is shooting Rays all around her. Whenever the lady from the upstairs of this column appears at the mansion, even just by accident there are fireworks me Colombian was told.

So much bigger and better it seems, somebody said that the Chinese Fireworks display that was seen at the opening and closing ceremonies of the recently concluded SAG putting the Chinese Firework experts to shame. Dong, Patong Chata, Pata , putu putu putu chooose.