Ravana was born at St. Michael’s Nursing Home in Colpetty, Sri Lanka, on the threshold of the 1980s, to middle class accountants who had little in common save honest dispositions and a love of courtroom dramas. A few months later, war erupted in the North and East, and he was destined to grow up in a country of mediocre economic growth, women with hairy armpits, and buses with no air-conditioning. Developing a sense of humour as a coping mechanism, he tried selling noodles for a living, and then petroleum for awhile, before he started blogging in a desperate attempt to stay sane.
He doesn’t think it’s working.
The Second Head
In 2016, seven years on, Ravana returns to blogging. Where has he been, and what has he been doing all this time? Perhaps this post will provide an answer.