Prose on Gaveen Prabhasara

Neurodiversity

Sun, 04 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000

We, humanity, have come a long way to celebrate the diversity in our world. While it’s not all great—some people still like to use differences to “other” people and cause pain, harm, and even death—we’ve generally progressed to a point where such intentions don’t go unchallenged. We have taken a long time to understand that we are better together, not the same. While dragging our feet all that way, we are still making progress.

It's been a while

Fri, 26 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Hey, it’s been a while. How have you been? Four years is a long time.

In my defense, a lot happened in those four years. There are already a million posts and podcasts about what the world went through during that time. There are at least a few about what people in Sri Lanka had to deal with. So, I won’t go there. At least not now.

At the moment, all I want to say is, here I am now. I want to write more often. Scratch that. I certainly want to post more often. I do write often. Just not the kind of thing I feel most would find interesting enough to read. In my past blog configuration, I had to complete several manual steps to publish a post after I was done writing. While it wasn’t particularly taxing, it usually became the straw that broke the back of the camel that was a new blog post. I can’t recall how many posts I left as drafts and eventually discarded.

Curtain call: Jayalath Manorathna

Sun, 12 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

There are moments in life you lucidly remember when the gears of cause and action in a chaotic universe turn, something clicks into place, and your life changes forever. If you are lucky—like I was—the changes it brings about can be positive and profound.

Somewhere in the late ’90s, I was a teenager trying to traverse self-expression while trying to balance creative life and …life. It was not a fight I felt was going my way. On one such humid evening, I found myself sitting in the main hall of our school with a few friends, watching a ‘stage drama’—which is what a traveling theater production is called locally—named “ගුරු තරුව.”

I thought I knew

Sat, 20 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000

I thought I knew how being a father would be. I have a father, a good one. I understood that much. I have nephews and nieces, and I love them to bits. I understood that much. So, when we became pregnant, I thought I knew how being a parent felt.

I knew I wasn’t nearly as ready as I wanted, but I didn’t think I had a vast gap in understanding how a father felt about their child. I had experienced a large swath of the human emotion spectrum and gathered a lifetime of experiences. So, I thought I knew how being a father would feel.

Whatever happened to that book?

Sun, 14 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Edit: This post has been slightly updated at the end of 2023 to reflect a more recent status of the writing projects.

Today is the Sinhala (and Tamil) New Year day. As I sit in front of the computer to partake in my trade—as one does according to tradition—I want to try and answer a question.

Whatever happened to that book I was writing? If—for whatever unfathomable reason—you wish to know more about what has been happening with these, you might like this update. Let me start with what is closest to being complete.

What is the meaning of that poem?

Mon, 07 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

I am a poet, and that much I can say without the uncertainty I allude to in my public bio sections that read “SysAdmin, Programming Language Tourist, and Petty Dabbler of the Written Word”, or my first post here.

My work as a poet or a writer is mainly to write. But, I write mainly for the sheer joy of reading it back in every way I can. Let me explain that a little bit.

Here we go

Tue, 01 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Where should I begin? Is this on?

Hello there! Welcome, fellow human beings, and any others reading. This is presumably Gaveen, and—despite all my efforts—you have found my blog. If this is the choice of Steins;Gate, who am I to complain.

There are no grand introductions here nor any roadmaps to unveil—just a realization to be had. The realization that I may have moved my blog again. There is, however, a simple promise to write when I can and enjoy the promise of writing.