Essays - Vidura Bandara Rajapaksa | Comedian and Writer

The second-to-last company at which I worked before escaping my captivity as an office worker was proudly, vehemently, obstinately, Data Driven.

Out of a mixture of curiosity and resentment, the practice and concept of retreat has occupied far more space in my mind than it will ever deserve.

Byung-Chul Han’s name has come up enough times in my meanderings on the internet that upon my most recent encounter, I decided to give his writing a try.

One of the primary motivations for the choosing of the specific retreat I decided to attend had less to do with anything about the programme itself, and more so, the distance from the shuttle disembarkation point from my front door.

I have long held a less than subtle suspicion about retreats of all kinds, and those who participate in them.

Looking on, it seems that the time of me producing all my comedy specials entirely on my own is behind me.

About a month has passed since I gained my permanent residence in the UK.

I have always had a bad habit of judging a thing by the character of the people that enjoy it.

I am currently in the midst of planning a trip to Sri Lanka.