Two females on the way

There is no doubt that memories always last forever. I think that's one reason we like recalling those and sharing with all the readers. Being journalists, running in to check points comes with the territory. This week it's going to be all about them.

Although our media ID is the best remedy for most minor scrutinization, even it is not immune to all. Anyhow, there was a second check point as well, where two women in sarees were waiting to perform the body check.

This is one procedure we both hated and were deathly embarrassed to go through but then again we always agreed that it was a necessity, especially since most of the time LTTE suicide bombers had been females. We all were ashamed of that but then again the reality is that all five fingers are not the same.

I pass another Air Force check point near our office every morning and evening. Though everyday I think that they would stop, I have always been unlucky with this particular check point. It's ironic that just when you are yearning to be checked, they don't even notice you.

Another time when we were on our way to an STF passing out ceremony, we got off the three wheeler and walked over to the check point. We told one of the STF officers that we came for the STF passing out.

He said 'what?' we repeated unanimously 'STF' and out of the blue he said 'what?.....ice cream?' and Anuki and I being our mischievous selves broke off in laughter. What on earth made him think of ice cream at that time?

Last week we had an appointment with one of the Ministers and as usual the first thing we got to see at the entrance, is a check point. One military police officer came and asked our names and informed another person who was holding a walkie talkie. He compared our name with his notes and said in to the walkie talkie he said 'Kanthawan dedenek evanava' (two femals on the way).

We started laughing because he sounded so proper and the officer incharge laughed his heart out saying "It's like saying 'two parcels are on the way', "because the way he said it sounded like two parcels will be sent.

We were able to suppress our laughter with the greatest difficulty and were about to set off according to the directions they gave when the man said in to the walkie talkie again "Amathanna..." (please talk).