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SuicidalCurryBoy
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- Aug 22, 2020
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For the next 6 years, people everywhere, from school, some of them older than me, would call me that name… again and again… up until the point where it enraged me, and I would chase after people throwing rocks and bricks at them… Of course they would beat me up… every time… And I would be the one crying…
These next 6 years can be summed up in one word. Pain. Hell. Infact, the previous paragraph alone is sums it up. But that doesn't do my experience justice. Or injustice… I can dedicate entire volumes, to meticulously documenting the suffering I endured during that time in my life.
There were 3 individuals who started bullying me with that name… They were older than me. One day… The head prefect got involved. A wretched little human being called "Lahiru"(nasty, common name) .He gave a pompous lecture about how I've gotten into a fights before, almost daily and said to tell my father to come and talk to the principal. That day… my father came to pick me up from school. He saw me crying and he became furious. Of course, the people who beat me up had gone home by then. He only came to pick me up from school after he had finished his work at the university.
One of the kids told him "Lahiru aiyya kivva prinicipalwa awith hambuwenna kiyala."
"Lahiru aiyya said to come meet the prinicipal."
My father started yelling "Kaudha Lahiru? Kaudha Lahiru?"
"Who's Lahiru? Who's Lahiru?"
I didn't realize it at the time. But those four words from my father's mouth would absolutely shatter that little shitskin human animal's ego. Ofcourse, neither of my parents would ever take any action to save me from my suffering. And bit by bit, year by year, my father would turn a blind eye to my suffering.
The next time, I got bullied, the head prefect, Lahiru, got involved again, deliberately, this time. He brought me and my bully to the prefects room. Called me mentally ill, among other things, and brought up the fact that my dad was yelling "kaudha lahiru?" inside the school. When he called me mentally ill, I kicked him. He didn't see it. And wasn't aware of it until someone else in the prefect room(there were a bunch of prefects there), at which point in he turned around and slapped me across the face…
I fell to the ground, crying, saying he was killing me. I was 11 years old and this shitskin dog who was 18-19 at the time, slapped me across the face. I was 11, and an 18-19 year old slapped me. I started saying that I will complain to the principal, and that prefects don't have the authority to hit students. It took me a few minutes to recover. And at this point this shitskin started gaslighting me, saying he hit my hand, and not my head. He even offered me bribes, saying that he would beat up my bullies. Said he has enough power in the school to make my bullying stop in a week. At some point another human animal arrived on the scene, wearing shorts and a black T-Shirt. Lahiru boasted that news had reached some corner of colombo that someone had raised a hand against him, and had come to beat me up. The stupid fucking shitskin animal.
When I first came back to Sri Lanka from the UK, I hated everything about the country, from it's people to it's institutions. I didn't understand it at the time. But having as I write this section, now 30 years of age… having returned to England once, and come back to this third world hell hole, I finally understand why I hate this country so much. It's the constant drama and unnecessary violence that comes with dealing with brown skinned human animals like this Lahiru person, that makes me detest these creatures.
Lahiru went saying I have anger management issues, that I would even hit the prinicipal. I was crying all this time. It was getting late. And finally, my brother came to pick me up from school. By then, my mum had an office driver, and he would pick me and my brother up from school. I think security didn't let the driver come in. He could've saved me. But it was my mentally retarded brother that came in.
Lahiru brought my brother to the prefect's room… he continued with the same lecture about how I have anger management issues. And to tell my parents, that I would even strike the principal in my current condition. Lahiru kept going on with his lecture for what felt like an hour. He was telling all of this to my brother, and concluded by saying "gedara gihin mewa okkoma ammatayi, thaththatayi kiyanna.". "When you get home, tell all of this to your mother and father."
To which my brother simply responded: "mata mewa okkoma mathaka thiyaganna amaraui, eka nisa man mew gedara gihin kiwwey nathuwata kamak nadhdha?"
"It's too hard for me to remember all of this. Is it okay if I don't tell this to my parents?"
I didn't understand it at the time, but this was the moment Lahiru knew that he had gotten of scot-free… He knew he wasn't going to face any consequences for slapping me. He simply said said "Ona dheyak karanna.". "Do whatever you want."
True to his words, my brother didn't tell my parents anything. I thought the driver would ask why it took us this long, but he didn't seem to notice. At this point, you might be wondering, why I didn't tell my parents what happened, myself. I had extreme anxiety after returning to Sri Lanka, specially after enduring Cooray's abuse for two years. And it sky rocketed around this time. I was only 11, but my parents paid little to no attention to me. Specially my mother. I remember once, when I told her that I was getting bullied at school, and I am really sad as a result, she simply told me that I also, fight back, causing pain, so that canncels it out. She saw it as a non-issue. Both of my parents did. If I had tried to tell my parents about what happened, they would've either turned it against me, or ignored it. My grades at school had started to drop at this time, and they would've brought it up, and used it against me as well.
This is it ! It took months to writ this! This experience undoubtedly muddied things between me and my mentally retarded brother.
As well as my relationship with the school, and authority in general.
