පැය හතක් බලා සිට අනුරාධපුර ශික්ෂණ රෝහලෙන් ටිකට් එක කපා ගතිමි.


hospital-visitors

මුලින්ම කිවයුත්තේ මේ ලිපිය ලිව්වා කියා කිසිම වැඩක් නොවෙන බවය. මේ ලිපිය ලියනවාට වඩා ඒ වෙනුවට ඒ වෙලාවේ වෙනත් වැඩක් නැත්නම් යු ටියුබ් එකෙන් රාජිත සේනාරත්නගේ කතාවක් ඇසුවානම් හොඳය.

මම ගිය සෙනසුරාදා රෝහල්ගත වූයේ සති පහක් තිස්සේ පැවතුන උණ රෝගය නිසාය. පස් වතාවක්ම රජයේ රෝහල්වල OPD වලින් බෙහෙත් ගත්තත් සුව නොවුන නිසා මහවිලච්චියේ ග්‍රාමීය රෝහලට ඇතුළත් වුණෙමි. එහි සිටි වෛද්‍යවරිය කාරුණිකව පැවසුවේ මහවිලච්චිය රෝහලේ රුධිර පරීක්ෂණ පහසුකම් නැති නිසා අනුරාධපුර ශික්ෂණ රෝහලට මාව යැවීමට සිදුවිය හැකි බවයි. අපෙන්ම  එකතු කරන බදු මුදලින් මෙවැනි සරල පහසුකමක්වත් සැපයීමට ග්‍රාමීය රෝහලකට පහසුකම් ලබා නොදුන්නත් මැති ඇමතිවරුන්ට (xx) අමාරුවටත් සිංගප්පුරුවේ මවුන්ට් එලිසබෙත් සුපිරි පෞද්ගලික රෝහලට යවා ජනාධිපති අරමුදලින් බිල් ගෙවීම ගැන මමනම් මොකුත් නොකියන්නේ එතුමන්ලාට අපිට මෙන් රස්තියාදුවීමට හෝ ජනතා සේවය අනතුරට හෙළා එතුමන්ලාගේ සෞඛ්‍යයය සමග සෙල්ලම් කිරීමට බැරි බවහොඳින්ම දන්නා බැවිනි. (සෙල්ලම් කරනවානම් සෙල්ලම් කල හැක්කේ ජනතාවගේ සෞඛ්‍ය සමග අප තේරුම්ගෙන බොහෝ කල්ය.)

මහවිලච්චිය රෝහලේ වෛද්‍යවරිය පැවසූ පරිදිම තවත් උණ රෝගියකු සමග ගිලන් රථයකින් මාව අනුරාධපුර ශික්ෂණ රෝහලට යැවිණි. අනුරාධපුරයට යෑමට මගේ කිසිම කැමැත්තක් නොතිබුණේ මින් පෙර කිහිපවරක්ම මෙලෙසම අනුරාධපුරයට යැවුණත් එහිදී ලැබුණ නොසැලකිලිමත් ප්‍රතිචාර සහ ප්‍රතිකාර නිසා සිය කැමැත්තෙන්ම රෝහලෙන් ඉවත්ව ගෙදර යාමේ සුන්දර අත්දැකීම් තිබුණ නිසාය.

අනුරාධපුර ශික්ෂණ රෝහලේ වාට්ටුවකට මාව ඇතුල්කල නමුදු මට ඇඳක් හෝ ඉඳගැනීමට පුටුවක් හෝ නොතිබුණි. මටත් වඩා අපහසුවෙන් සිටි දුබල සහ  වයසක රෝගීන් බිම වාඩිවී හෝ වැතිර සිටිද්දී මට ආසනයක් බලාපොරොත්තු වීම වැරදිය. ඇවැසි නම් හඳුනන වෛද්‍යවරයකුගේ, හෙදියකගේ හෝ රෝහල් කාර්යමණ්ඩලයේ කෙනෙකුට ඇමතුමක් දී මට අවශ්‍ය අවම පහසුකම් හෝ ලබා ගැනීමට හැකියාවක් තිබුණත් එවැන්නක් කිරීමට හිත හදාගැනීමට බැරිවීම මගේ පුද්ගලික දුර්වලතාවයක් විය හැක.

සුපුරුදු පරිදි පැයකට වඩා බලාසිටිමුත් රෝහල් කාර්යමණ්ඩලයේ කිසිවකු මා වෙත පැමිණියේ නැත. (හදිසි අනතුරු වාට්ටුව සහ දැඩි සත්කාර ඒකකයන් මෙසේ නොවනු ඇතැයි සිතමි.) පැයකට පමණ පසු වෛද්‍යවරයකු මා කැඳවා මගේ රෝග ස්වභාවය සඳහන් කරගනිමින් ඇවැසි පරීක්ෂණ සහ ප්‍රතිකාර සඳහන් කළේය. තවත් කාරුණික රෝගියකු ඔහුත් සමග ඔහුගේ රෝහල් ඇඳ මා හා බෙදාගැනීමට ආරාධනා කළේය. මෙතැන් සිට සිදුවූ කියාවලිය විස්තර කරමින් ඔබගේ මෙන්ම මගේද කාලය නාස්ති කිරීමට නොයන්නෙමි.

සඳුදා පැමිණි විශේෂඥ වෛද්‍යවරයා මගේ පරීක්ෂණ ප්‍රතිඵල බලා මම සුව වූ බව තීරණය කර රෝහලින් බැහැර කළයුතු රෝගියකු ලෙස නම් කර මට ගෙදර යාහැකි බව කීවේය. මම නැවතත් ඔහුගෙන් විමසා එය තහවුරු කරගත්තේ ඔහු මොනවා කීවත් ඔහුගේ කණිෂ්ඨ වෛද්‍යවරුන් පිස්සු කෙළිය හැකි බව මම අත්දැකීමෙන් දන්නා නිසාය. ඔහු මගේ ඇස් පරීක්ෂණය සඳහා අක්ෂි වෛද්‍යවරයකුට යොමුකළ හැකි බව කිව්වත් මම එක හෙළාම එය ප්‍රතික්ෂේප කළේ හැකි ඉක්මනින් රෝහලෙන් පිටවී “මගේ සෞඛ්‍ය මමම බලාගත යුතු බව” මට හොඳින් වැටහී තිබුණ නිසාය.

සාමාන්‍යයෙන් “ටිකට් කැපීමේ මහා පින්කමට” රෝහල පැය දෙක තුනක් ගන්නා නිසා මම නැවතත් සුපුරුදු පරිදි පොතක් කියවමින් සිටියෙමි. නමුත් පැය 6ක් ගතවීත් මගේ “ටිකට්” නොකැපූ නිසා මම ප්‍රධාන හෙද නිලධාරියාගෙන් ඒ ගැන විමසීමි. ඔහු කිව්වේ ඒ වන විට සේවයේ නියුතු වෛද්‍යවරියන් දෙදෙනාම අලුත් නිසා වෙනදාට වඩා වැඩි වෙලාවක් යන බැවින් මගේ වාරය පැමිණෙන තෙක් වාඩිවී සිටින ලෙසයි. එහෙත් වෛද්‍යවරියන් දෙදෙනා කොපමණ අළුත් වුවත් ඔවුන් “අකුරු දන්නේනම්” පැය 6ක් යනතුරු මා රස්තියාදු නොකරන බවට මට මඳ හෝ විශ්වාසයක් තිබුණ බැවින්, මම හෙද නිලධාරිවරයාගෙන් කාරුණිකව ඇසුවේ අඩුම තරමින් මගේ “ටිකට් එක” වෛද්‍ය වරියන්ගේ මේසය මත තිබෙනවාද නැද්ද යන්නවත් මට සැකහැර දන්වන ලෙසයි.

මම හිතුවා හරියටම හරිය. වෛද්‍යවරියන් ළඟ මගේ “ටිකට් එක” නොතිබුණි. හෙද නිලධරයා එය ජයග්‍රාහී ලෙස ඔහුගේ මහා පොත් රාජයාගෙන් එළියට ගත්තේ ඔහුගේ අතපසුවීම සම්බන්ධයෙන් නිකමට හෝ සමාව අයදීමක් තියා කනගාටුව පළකිරීමක් හෝ නොකොටය. එය වෛද්යවරියන්ගේ මේසයට යැවිණි. එකිනෙකාට මීටර කිහිපයක් ඉදිරියෙන් සිටින අනෙකාගේ මේසයට “ටිකට් එක” පැය 6ක් නොගියේ ඇයි වැනි මෝඩ ප්‍රශ්න ඔබ නොඇසිය යුතුය. පැය 6ක් තිස්සේ මේසයෙන් මේසයට යන්නට පෙරුම් පුරමින් සිටි මගේ “ටිකට් එක” වෛද්‍යවරිය විසින් තවත් පැයක් පමාකර ජයග්‍රාහී පැය 7ක ප්‍රමාදයකින් පසු අවැසි රාජකාරී කර මට ගෙදර යාමට අවසර ලැබුණි. (ඒ වන විට රාත්‍රී 8.00ටත් ආසන්න වී තිබුණි.)

රජයේ රෝහල්වල ඇති සේවක හිගය අපට අවබෝධ කරගත හැකිය. ඒ නිසා ඔවුන්ට වැඩ අතපසු විය හැක. වෛද්‍යවරුන්ට, හෙද හෙදියන්ට, තාක්ෂණික හා කාර්මික ශිල්පීන්ට මෙන්ම සුළු සේවකයන්ටත් දරාගත නොහැකි වැඩ ප්‍රමාණයක් ඇති බව බැලූ බැල්මට පෙනේ. එහෙත් මේ කිසිම සේවක වෘත්තීය සමිති මාධ්‍ය සාකච්ඡාවකදී, උද්ඝෝෂණයකදී, වර්ජනයකදී සේවක හිඟය ගැන මේ කිසිවකු කතා කරනවා මම දැක නැත. (මා වැරදි නම් නිවැරදි කරන්න.) අලුතින් සේවකයන් බඳවා ගැනීමට ඇති විකල්ප ක්‍රම සහ සේවකයින්ගේ වෘත්තීය ශක්‍යතා දියුණු කරන අටියෙන් රජයයන් ගෙන ආ ක්‍රමවලට විරෝධය දක්වන්නේ මොවුන්මය. ඉතින් අපිත් (බදුත් ගෙවා) පැය 7ක් නොව දින 7ක් වුවත් ප්‍රමාදවී “නිදහස් වෛද්‍ය සේවයේ” ස්වර්ණමය පල විඳිමු.

(මේ ලිපියෙන් ඉතා අපහසු තත්ත්ව යටතේ බොහෝ කැපවීමෙන් සේවය කරන කිනම් මට්ටමක හෝ සේවකයකුට හෝ වෘත්තිකයකුට රිදවීම මගේ අරමුණ නොවේ.)

My earlier posts about government hospitals.

  1. Sri Lankan Government Hospitals Online

 

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9.20ට පෙන්වූ 9.05 හෙවත් හේම නලින් නොමරා මැරීම


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මසකට වරක් පමණ කාර් බැටරියෙන් ආරෝපණය කළ යුතුවූ කළු සුදු රූපවාහිනියක් 80 දශකයේදී අපේ ආලින්දයට පැමිණීමට පෙර අපේ ප්‍රධානම දැනුම සහ විනෝදය සපයන්නා වූයේ ටෝච් බැටරිවලින් වැඩකළ ගුවන් විදුලියයි. බොහෝ සෙයින් ගීතවලට සවන්දීම, ප්‍රවෘත්ති වලට සවන්දීම, සහ නාට්‍යවලට සවන්දීම සහ 7.30ට අප්පච්චී නිසාම කවදාවත් අමතක නොකර සවන්දුන් විදෙස් පුවත් වලට සවන්දීම පමණකට සීමාව තිබූ ගුවන් විදුලිය එකල පාසල් සිසුන්වූ අපව අලුත්ම ලොවකට රැගෙන ගියේ ප්‍රේමකීර්ති ද අල්විස් මෙහෙයවූ “සැරිසර” පුවත් සඟරාවයි.”

කාර් බැටරිය ආරෝපණය කරගැනීමට තිබුණ අපහසුව නිසාම – එකල කාර් බැටරිය ගමේ වෑන් කාරයා වූ චුට්ටේ අයියාට නොවඳිනා වැඳුම් වැඳ අනුරාධපුරය නගරයට යැවීමට සහ ගෙන්වා ගැනීමට තිබුණ කරදරකාරී සහ සංකීර්ණ මෙහෙයුම නිසා – සාමාන්‍යයෙන් අපි රූපවාහිනිය නැරඹුවේ දිනකට ඉතාමත්ම සීමිත වෙලාවක් පමණි.

මොකක්දෝ හේතුවකට එදා රෑ 9.00 පහුවෙනකල්ම (පොඩි අයියාට හොරෙන්) රූපවාහිනිය නරඹමින් සිටි අපට ඉතාමත්ම අපූරු තේමා වාදනයක් ඇසුණ නිසා රූපවාහිනියෙන් ඇස ඉවත ගැනීමට නොහැකිවිය.

ඒ තේමා වාදනයත් සමගම තිරයට පැමිණියේ සුන්දර සිනහවකින් මුව සරසාගත් ඉතාමත්ම ප්‍රියජනක තරුණයකුගේ රුවයි. ඒ වෙනවිට රූපවහිනියේ නිවේදකයන් අනුගමනය කරමින් සිටියේ දැඩි සංයමයකින් සහ ඒකාකාරී බවකින් යුක්තවූ කෘත්‍රිම භාෂා විලාසයකි. ඉන් බැහැරවූ ඉතාමත්ම සිත්ගන්නාසුළු සැහැල්ලු විලාසයකින් කතාකළ මේ තරුණයාගේ නම හේම නලින් කරුණාරත්න බව අප දැනගත් අතර ඔහු එක රැයෙකින් “තරුවක්” බවට පත්වුණි. ඔහු මෙහයවූ වැඩසටහන සඟරාමය වැඩසටහනක් වූ අතර එය නම්කර තිබුණේද ඒ වනවිට අමුතු නමක් වූ “9.05” නමිනි.

9.05 සඳහා තෝරාගෙන තිබුණු තේමා සංගීතය ඉතා මියුරු මෙන්ම අමුතු වූයෙන් මම බොහෝ කලක් එම මුල් සංගීත ඛණ්ඩය සෙවූ අතර පසුව අහම්බයෙන් නැරඹූ Barry Levinson අධ්‍යක්ෂණය කළ, ඔස්කාර් සම්මාන උළෙලේදී, Dustin Hoffman හොඳම නළුවා කළ, Tom Cruiseගේ මුල් යුගයේ චිත්‍රපටයක් වූ “Rain Man” චිත්‍රපටයේ බව සොයාගතිමි.

එක රැයකින් 9.05 කොතරම් ජනප්‍රිය වුණාද කිවහොත් සති දෙක තුනක් යනවිට 9.05 පටන් ගත් වෙලාව 9.05, 9.10, 9.15 සහ 9.20 දක්වාම දික්ගැස්සුණේ වැඩසටහන වටා රොක්වූ අධික රසිකයන් පිරිස නිසා වැඩසටහනට පෙර රූපවාහිනී බලධාරීන් අසීමිත වෙළඳ දැන්වීම් ප්‍රමාණයක් බලෙන් එබ්බවූ නිසාය. හේම නලින් මේ ගැණ සිටියේ නුරුස්සන ස්වාබවයකින් බව අපට දැනුණෙ එක වැඩසටහනක් අතරතුරදී ඔහු “දැන් අපිට වැඩසටහනේ නම 9.05 වෙනුවට 9.20 ලෙස වෙනස් කරන්නට වෙයිද දන්නේ නැහැ” කියා සුපුරුදු සිනාමුසු මුහුණෙන් කියූ බැවිනි. සජීවී නොවූ, පෙර පටිගත කළ වැඩසටහනක් වූ වැඩසටහන එදා පමණක් හරියටම 9.05ට ප්‍රචාරය කරමින් (එකල සාමන්‍යයෙන් නොකළ ආකාරයට ) තිරයේ උඩින්ම 9.05 ලෙස වෙලාව සඳහන් කළේ හේම නලින්ට කෝචොක් එකක් දැමීමටය. එහෙත් කෝචොක් වූයේ රූපවාහිනියම බව අපට පසක් කළේ ඊළඟ සතියේ සිට ඔවුන් නැවතත් 9.05, 9.20ට (රෙදිත් ඇඳගෙනම ) ප්‍රචාරය කළ නිසාය.

දිගින් දිගටම සිදුවූ මෙවැනි සහ වෙනත් කෙනිහිලිවල ප්‍රතිඵලයක් ලෙස හේම නලින්ට රූපවාහිනියට ආයුබෝවන් කියා එතරම් ජනප්‍රිය නොවූ ස්වර්ණවාහිනිය වැනි වැදගැම්මකට නැති නාලිකාවක් ළඟ නැවතීමට සිදුවිය. මේ නිර්මනාත්මක මිනිසාට ස්වර්ණවාහිනියේ කරන්නට ඉටිගෙඩියක් නොවූ නිසා ඔහුගේම චන්ද්‍රිකා රූපවාහිනි නාලිකාවක් වූ Heritage TV (HTV) නාලිකාවට සේන්දු වීමට සිදුවිය. මේ වනතුරුත් චන්ද්‍රිකා රූපවාහිනී නැරඹීමට හැකිවී තිබෙන්නේ රූපවාහිනී නරඹන්නන්ගේ ඉතා සීමිත පිරිසකට නිසා හේම නලින් වැන්නකුගේ දක්ෂතා ඉතාමත්ම සුළුපිරිසකට පමණකට සීමා විය.

මම පහත සිද්ධිය කෙටියෙන් සඳහන් කරන්නේ ප්‍රසිද්ධ පුද්ගලයන් හඳුනනවා කියා පෙන්වීමට (namedropping) සඳහා නොවේ. මම ඩයලොග් චන්ද්‍රිකා රූපවාහිනී සේවයේ අධ්‍යාපන නාලිකාවක් වූ “නැණස” රූපවාහිනියේ උපදේශකයකු (consultant) ලෙස සේවය කළ කාලයේ හේම නලින් “නැණසේ” ඓතිහාසික වැදසටහන් නිපදවීම සඳහා යොදාගත හැකිදැයි සොයා බැලීම සඳහා මූලික සාකච්ඡාවක් සඳහා ඔහුට ඩයලොග් ආයතනයට ආරාධනය කළ පසු ඔහුත් සමඟ මිතුරුකමක් ගොඩනගා ගත්තේ ඔහු මගේ පාසල් කාලයේ සිට වීරයකු වූ නිසාය. (කෙසේ හෝ “නැණස” රූපවාහිනිය සමග මගේ සේවා ගිවිසුම හිතුවාටත් කලින් අවසන් වූ නිසා – වඩාත් නිවැරදිව කිවහොත් නැණස නාලිකාවට මම මෙලෝ වැඩකට නැති මිනිහෙකු බව වැඩි කලක් යාමට මත්තෙන් වැටහුණ නිසා – හේම නලින්ගේ වටිනා සේවය නැනසට ලබාගැනීමට නොහැකි වීමටත් වඩා ඔහු වැන්නකු සමග වැඩ කිරීමෙන් අලුතින් යමක් ඉගෙන ගැනීමට නොහැකිවීම සම්බන්ධයෙන් මම අතිශයින්ම කණගාටු වීමි.)

හේම නලින් මියයාමට සති කිහිපයකට පෙර මම ඔහුව දුරකථනයෙන් ඇමතුවේ ඩයලොග් ආසියාටා ආයතනය සහ BOV Capital ආයතනය එකතුවී ආරම්භ කළ ශ්‍රී ලාංකික venture capital ආයතනයක් වන Digital Innovation Fund මගින් නිර්මාණත්මක වැඩක් හේම නලින්ට සැලසුම් කළ හැකි නේදැයි යෝජනා කිරීමටයි. සුපුරුදු සිනහවෙන්ම මට ස්තූති කළ හේම නලින් ඒ සඳහා ව්‍යාපෘති වාර්තාවක් සැකසීමට බලපොරොත්තුවෙන් සිටියේය. එහෙත් ඔහු සමග සමග වැඩකිරීමෙන් අළුත් යමක් ඉගෙන ගැනීමට තිබුණ දෙවන (සහ අවසාන) අවස්ථාවත් අවාසනාවන්ත ලෙස මගෙන් ගිලිහුණි.

ජාතික රූපවාහිනිය පළ නොකියා පලා බෙදුවේ හේම නලින්ට පමණක් නොවේ. මා හිතන ආකාරයට බර්ට්‍රම් නිහාල්, ජයන්ත චන්ද්‍රසිරි, සද්ධා මංගල වැනි නිර්මාණශීලී මිනිසුන්ටද වෙන්නට ඇත්තේ මේ සංගදියම විය හැකිය.

මේ සියල්ලන්ම හිතුවක්කාරයන් බව මම පුද්ගලිකවම දනිමි. ජයන්ත චන්ද්‍රසිරි කිසිම දිනක මට හමු නොවුණත් ඔහුගේ නිර්මාණවලිනුත් ඔහු හිතුවක්කාරයකු බව සිතාගත හැකිය. මොවුන් සමග වැඩකිරීමට රාජ්‍යය ආයතන ප්‍රධානීන්ට පහසු නොවුවාට කිසිම සැකයක් නැත. මමත් රාජ්‍යය සේවයට අවුරුදු දෙකකින් ආයුබෝවන් කීවේ මමත් නහයට අහන්නේ නැති හිතුවක්කාරයකු වූ නිසාය. (මියයනතුරුම කිසිමදාක මගේ හිතුවක්කාරකම් අඩු කිරීමට මගේ බලාපොරොත්තුවක්ද නැත.) නමුත් ඔබ අවබෝධ කරගතයුතු වන්නේ ලෝකය නිතරම වෙනස් කළේ හිතුවක්කාරයන් බවය.

හිතුවක්කාරයන් ජාතික රූපවාහිනිය වැනි රාජ්‍යය ආයතනයන්ට දිරවන්නේ නැත.

ජාතික රූපවාහිනිය දැන් නිර්මාපකයන් වෙනුවට නිර්මා පකයන් බිහිකරන්නේ මේ නිසා විය හැක.

මහාචාර්යය සුනිල් ආරියරත්න සහ නිකංම නිකං මම


Sunil-Ariyarathna-Nanda-Wanninayaka

මහාචාර්යය සුනිල් ආරියරත්න සහ මා අතර අඩුම තරමින් එක අසමානකමක් හා එක සමානකමක් හෝ ඇත.

අසමානකමනම් ඔහු විශ්වවිද්‍යාල අධ්‍යාපනයක් ලැබ ශාස්ත්‍රීය පර්යේෂණවල නියැලෙමින් ඉතා විදග්ධ පර්යේෂණ ග්‍රන්ථ රචනාකිරීම සහ මම අවිධිමත් අධ්‍යාපනයක් ලබා ඉතා සුළු පරාසයක කියවමින් එකතුකරගත් සීමිත දැනුමෙන් වැදගැම්මකට නැති විකාර ලියැවිලි ලිවීමයි.

අප දෙදෙනා අතර ඇති සමානකමනම් ඔහු චිත්‍රපට 15කටත් වඩා අධ්‍යක්ෂණය කොටත් ඔහුට චිත්‍රපට හදන්න බැරි බව තෙරුම්ගෙන නැතිවීම සහ මම දෙවරක්ම – 1994දී සහ 2017දී – (සීමිත) නරඹන්නන් පිරිසක් ඉදිරිපිට ගී ගයාත් මට ගී ගයන්නටනොහැකි බව තෙරුම්ගෙන නැතිවීමයි. අන්තිමට මට එය තෙරුණේ මගේ පුතන්ඩියා, අභිලාෂ් කොලුවා “අප්පච්චි සිංදු කියනකොට ගිරිපුර වැසියෝ කාටූන් එකෙ බොරළුගොඩ (Fred Flinstone of The Flinstones cartoon) කතාකරනවා වගේ” කිව්වායින් පසුවය. වාසනාවට මට පුතෙක් සිටී.

මහාචාර්යතුමා අරින්නේත් නැත. ඔහු දිගටම කසිකබල් චිත්‍රපට හදයි. මමත් අරින්නේ නැත්තෙමි. නාන කාමරයේදී හෝ දිගටම කසිකබල් ගී ගයන්නෙමි.

Fred Flintstone

බොරළුගොඩ | Fred Flintstone

Abhilash Wanninayaka

අභිලාෂ් වන්නිනායක| Abhilash Wanninayaka

Day 5 – From Mount Lavinia to Mahawilachchiya via Colombo, Ja Ela, Narammala, Kobeygane, Padeniya, and Anuradhapura (263 km) – The fifth and the final day of the motorcycle journey in Sri Lanka with Meer Ali of India.


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Meer Ali and I left the sea-breezy Mount Lavinia around eleven in the morning and had a sumptuous meal at Burger King at Dehiwala. There is nothing wrong in having some fast food or cola drinks once in a blue moon, but definitely not as a habit.

Then we rode to Galle Face Green, a beautiful seafront open space existing since the days of British Ceylon where a multitude of people from all walks of life, from children to lovers to joggers to hawkers hang out throughout the day. We took some pictures here too. This is one place I missed to have fun with any of my girlfriends. (I am not too sure if I am too late for that now.) There is nothing attractive here in Gall Face Green compared to most of the other hangout places in Sri Lanka. For me, Galle Face Green is just a highly overrated place.

The novel, “Colombo” by Carl Muller gives a good account of the Gall Face Green. I just managed to read the first chapter. This is a must-read if you are interested in knowing insider descriptions about Colombo metropolis.

Meer Ali in front of the Taj Samudra Hotel, Colombo, Sri Lanka

Meer Ali in front of the Taj Samudra Hotel, Colombo, Sri Lanka

We had some coffee at Coco Veranda  in Colombo 07. This is a hangout place of the IT geeks in Colombo. Though the snacks here are pretty expensive, you simply fall in love with the ambience of the place. The place is very clean and the staff is very attentive, too. So, it is worth paying an extra buck or two.

From Colombo, we went to suburban Ja Ela, the very name of the town says in the vernacular that there had been a canal built or used by mercenaries the Dutch and the British East India companies brought to Ceylon from Java or British Malaya. Then we took the Ja Ela– Giriulla Road via Minuwangoda. The traffic congestion is way too much on this road as it is yet to be repaired and widened. For some reason, the work progress of this road is very slow. If this is widened, the traffic towards Colombo from Kurunegala could be reduced but it is not yet to be.

Rambutan fruits on sale along Ja-Ela - Giriulla Road

Rambutan fruits on sale along Ja-Ela – Giriulla Road

From Giriulla we rode coconut palm fringed country roads up to Narammala and then took the turn to Padeniya, somewhat heart of the island’s vast coconut triangle.  On the way, we paid a visit to Jayantha Balasuriya’s. I knew that his daughter had been suffering from Thalassemia and I just wanted to see if I could be of any help for the patient.  It was a joy to see that the girl has had a recovery last year with the untiring efforts of Jayantha himself and I could not have the pleasure of being anyway helpful to Balasooriyas. I do sincerely feel gladdened about Jayantha’s child’s recovery.

From Jayantha’s village Waduressa to Narammala – Padeniya main road was through a very tough road and it was only once in this road that we had precarious moment danger almost enveloping us throughout the whole 5-day trip. Meer was riding and he almost lost balance but could regain the equilibrium and the control of the machine without unceremonially crashing down. I have to say that Benjamin from France and Meer from India were the best bike riders so far, I shared riding with so much of confidence and comfort.

Anuradhapura City at night

Anuradhapura City at night

It was around eight in the late evening when we reached Mahawilachchiya having accomplished the epic five-day bike hike.  I dropped Meer at his host family’s and went home and had what they call “a well-earned rest.” Hope I could visit India and have a reciprocal bike ride in Delhi with Meer someday soon.

About Meer, I cannot help writing this personal descriptive. If I do not, it is an injustice I do for his generosity. As I mentioned in my earlier post about Meer, he is very different from typical Indians. You might most probably agree with me that most Indians are prudent if not stingy whether they are rich or poor. But Meer is an extremely generous and carefree sort of guy. I did not have much money to spend when I embarked on the trip with him. But Meer did not let me spend a dime throughout the journey and paid for all food, lodging, snacks, etc. which I did not expect him to. Even when checking into guesthouses he ensured that we get some decent places, not the second-rate cheap spots with broken bathroom utensils and dirty linen. He always saw the brighter side of things and hardly complained about anything.

After completing his two weeks’ volunteering at Horizon Lanka, he invited the student Surendra who hosted him in Mahawilachchiya with all-costs-paid trip to New Delhi for a week-long tour. He also extended his generosity to the other student (Sanduni)  and teacher (Miss Anupama) who visited India to participate in the Sanitation and Hygiene Conclave in New Delhi, India. We can encapsulate our feelings about Meer Ali in the word grateful.

*Special thanks to Mr. Sunil Rutnayake. Mawanella, Sri Lanka for “chopping the dead wood” of my otherwise boring essay.

Day 4 – Tissamaharamaya to Yala Wildlife Park and back and to metropolitan Mount Lavinia along Sri Lanka’ coastal route A2. (310 Km) – This is my longest motorcycle ride in a day.


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On August 11, 2016, Meer Ali and I woke up early and headed to Yala National Park. We hired a safari jeep and traversed the park. Didn’t see as many wild animals as I used to see in Wilpattu National Park which is close to my village, Mahawilachchiya. A couple of wild elephants, wild boar, wild buffaloes, deer, crocodiles, big and small types of lizards, birds, etc. were seen but, to be honest, I wasn’t impressed with what Yala had to offer me. Maybe because of my first love is with Wilpattu.

Kirinda beach was beautiful and so were the makeshift huts that sold seashells, etc. We spent quite a time on the beach taking pictures. We left Kirinda around 11.30 am and again it was riding on dead straight newly repaired roads and a rider is naturally tempted to break the speed barrier despite the highway patrol present or rather hiding in ambush in hidden spots every 10 km or so.

There was this place which a lady sold kirala juice (kirala – Sonneratia caseolaris)  and I stopped the bike just out of curiosity. It was found to be a very tasty drink and I had two glassfuls while Meer was contented with one. It was cheap and organic too. I do not know why we don’t promote coconuts, wood apple, kirala, orange, etc. juices instead of carbonated drinks. I can understand people drinking the carbonated drinks in the countries where there are less local fruits but in Sri Lanka, you get seasonal fruits from different terrains of the island no matter what season. Unfortunately, soda makers have been able to advertise in a way that the youth indulge in these unhealthy carbonated drinks.

On the way through the Galle Road we spent some time at a naval monument at Tangalle. I first thought this was a monument to remember the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami but it was not to be.

Meer Ali was excited when I took him to Matara beach as he was a fan of the legendary cricketer, Sanath Jayasuriya who was christened as “Matara Mauler” by the sportswriters and cricket commentators due to his hard-hitting batting style which made Sri Lankan team a formidable unit that could beat any cricketing nation during his time. Once, former Pakistani cricketer and the present cricket commentator, Rameez Raja used the word “carnage” to describe Jayasuriya’s batting. Whenever he went for a big score, it was just a ritual for the rest of the match to end up Sri Lanka winning. Jayasuriya was a product of Matara. Meer paused for a few shots on my motorbike on Matara beach.

When I passed Weligama, it was impossible not to remember Rekha, a pretty Nightingale whom I worked with at Asiri Hospital, Colombo 05. Hers was the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I could remember that she was from Weligama, this small coastal town but didn’t know any contact details of her. Besides, I had last seen her some 20 years ago.

It was around six in the evening when we passed Weligama and riding at night through Gall Road was not fun as most Sri Lankan motorists don’t use the dipped beam or the traffic beam of their head lamps and in an inconsiderate manner, almost always use their country beams to dazzle any oncoming fellow motorist. They simply drive with headlights on and you get mad when you get those high flash lights directly on your face. This is not considered as a serious traffic offence by the police, too. I get very irritated when the people do so but it will take eons for the Lankan motorists to learn this and become cultured motorists.

We stopped several times on the way to have tea, but my favorite was coffee. Coffee is my cup of tea 😊.

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Riding some monotonous 150 km bracing myriads of non-dipping main beams of oncoming traffic, along the island’s south western coast we reached the metropolitan Mount Lavinia and were put up in a small hotel for the night. Usually riding such a long distance on a motorbike could be strenuous to a rider but when you have a companion like Meer who was a rare sort of guys when compared with most Indians, you don’t feel the discomfort of the journey. We both sang Hindi songs on the way and he was surprised that I knew more Hindi songs than he did. He said he never felt that he is away from India with Hindi songs being played in almost all small towns we passed. I find both Hindi and Spanish languages are very lyrical and this is why I love them. I had a chance of securing a lucrative job opportunity in Japan if I were ready to learn Japanese but if I will have to learn a second language other than English, it would be Hindi or Spanish. Not Japanese and not French at all even if I am to contest for the post of General Secretary of the United Nations!

Day 3 – From Nuwara Eliya to Tissamaharama via Bandarawela, Ella, Wellawaya and Thanamalvila (143 km)


Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka

On the third day of our motorcycle journey, August 10, 2016, Meer Ali and I left the guest house in Nuwara Eliya around 9.00 am. The Lake Gregory nestled among the misty hills was beckoning and we rode towards the Lake Gregory, enjoyed the beautiful scenery and the cool breeze for a while, before getting back on the road once again towards the Nuwara Eliya City. Lake Gregory, which is situated at an elevation of 1,874 meters created by the British who ruled the island for some 150 years from 1815 till 1948 and named it after one of the British Governors in Colombo. The English liked Nuwara Eliya because of its temperate climate. In fact, Nuwara Eliya is also known as “Little England” to date due to its colder climate, British style architecture and a host of other similarities. For some time, we did not feel like leaving such a beautiful garden city like Nuwara Eliya, probably the most beautiful in the whole country. But we had a mission to complete and continued with our motorcycle journey once again.

If you want to read more on Nuwara Eliya, please read the passages below courtesy of some other sources.

“The city of Nuwara Eliya ( City of Light) was founded by the Englishman  Samuel Baker, the discoverer of Lake Albert and the explorer of the Nile in 1846. Nuwara Eliya’s climate lent itself to becoming the prime sanctuary of the British civil servants and coffee, tea & rubber planters in Ceylon (or present-day Sri Lanka.) Nuwara Eliya, is also known as Little England, was a hill country retreat where the British colonialists could immerse in their pastimes such as fox hunting, deer hunting, elephant hunting, polo, golf and cricket.

Although the town was founded in the 19th century by the British, the district is today visited by native travelers, especially during April, the season of flowers, pony races, go cart races and auto rally.

Many of the buildings retain features from the colonial period such as the Queen’s CottageGeneral’s HouseGrand HotelHill ClubSt Andrew’s Hotel and Town Post Office. New hotels are often built and furnished in the colonial style. Visitors the city can wallow in its nostalgia of bygone days by visiting the landmark buildings. Many private homes maintain their old English-style lawns and gardens. 

Due to its highland location, Nuwara Eliya has a subtropical highland climate  having no pronounced dry season, a monsoon-like cloudy season and with a mean annual temperature of 16 °C (61 °F).

In the winter months, there can be frost at night, but it warms up rapidly during the day because of the high sun angle.

The town’s attractions include a golf course, trout streams, Victoria Park, and boating or fishing on Lake Gregory. Victoria Park is an attractive and well-used oasis. It is popular with birdwatchers at quieter times because of the good opportunities for seeing species, particularly the Indian blue robinpied thrush or scaly thrush lurking in the denser undergrowth. The Kashmir flycatcher is another attractive bird species in the park.

Galway’s Land Bird Sanctuary, close to Lake Gregory, is an area of montane forest a few kilometers east of the town. Covering an area of 0.6 km, it is home to many bird and mammal species endemic to Sri Lanka, including wild boar and barking deer.”

 Nuwara Eliya City, Sri Lanka

Nuwara Eliya City, Sri Lanka

Our next stop was at the spectacular Post Office building in the city which is located in the center of Nuwara Eliya town and is one of the oldest post offices in Sri Lanka. The Tudor-style two-storey red-brick building with a clock spire, was constructed in 1894 by the British. We took pictures of this Post Office. I am certain this may be a strong contender to be one of the world’s ten most beautiful post office buildings. There were some rumors a few months back, that this 124-year-old post office was to be sold to an Indian businessman who intended to convert it into an Indian restaurant. The proposal was met with angry protests by the city folks and the workers of the postal department in Nuwara Eliya. Hence, the plan was temporarily withheld. Read more here: https://www.pressreader.com/sri-lanka/sunday-times-sri-lanka/20170604/281668254940656.

Post Office, Nuwara Eliya

Post Office, Nuwara Eliya

Farms close to Nuwara Eliya town.

Farms close to Nuwara Eliya town.

Our next stop was at the famous Seetha Amman Temple in Sita Eliya (Sita is written as Seetha by being more faithful to the way it is pronounced by Sri Lankans.) Legend says that this is the area where the Indian princess Sita was said to have been held in captivity by the all-powerful Sri Lankan king Ravana, to hurt the pride of the Indian prince Rama who was the husband of Sita.

(I will publish a separate post on the Ramayana epic once I finish writing about our own epic 5-day motorcycle journey.)

History and legends apart, the temple (also called kovil by Hindus) is a beautiful structure and both Meer and I took a lot of pictures of it from various angles. It is well-maintained and clean.

Seetha Amman Temple, Seetha Eliya, Nuwara Eliya

Seetha Amman Temple, Seetha Eliya, Nuwara Eliya

We stopped by famous Hakgala Botanical Gardens one of the oldest botanical gardens in this part of the world around 1.00 pm. (The garden was established in 1861, under George Henry Kendrick Thwaites as an experimental cultivation of Cinchona, a commercial crop thriving at the time. Once the Tea replaced the Cinchona, it was turned into an experimental Tea cultivation. In 1884 it transformed to a garden. Since then many sub-tropical and some temperate plants planted in the gardens. – Wikipedia)

It was a mesmerizing place full of various flowers and huge fern trees (which might have left unharmed since the Jurassic Age I guess.) When you see these treasures of nature, it is apparent that you feel antagonized about the British colonialists, the only Western power who were able to capture the whole of Sri Lanka (then Ceylon) as to what damage they have inflicted to this otherwise evergreen rain-forest in the Central Hills of Sri Lanka by introducing coffee, cinchona, then tea and various non-endemic flora for mere industrial and commercial purposes by uprooting and decimating (in my words, by raping, savaging and ravaging) the island’s virgin rain forest canopy, especially right throughout these hilly terrains, eventually causing in the process long periods of droughts in other parts of the country, as can be seen today. Since I am not an ecologist or an environmentalist but a naturalist, I had do better wind up the commentary on how the English planters completely bared vast swaths of island’s pristine primordial forestation.)

Huge fern trees at Hakgala botanical Garden, Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka

Huge fern trees at Hakgala botanical Garden, Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka

A rose bush in Hakgala Botanical Garden

A rose bush in Hakgala Botanical Garden

Meer Ali in a place between Nuwara Eliya and Bandarawela.

Meer Ali in a place between Nuwara Eliya and Bandarawela.

Meer Ali enjoying "Ceylon Tea) in a place between Nuwara Eliya and Bandarawela.

Meer Ali enjoying “Ceylon Tea) in a place between Nuwara Eliya and Bandarawela.

Nanda Wanninayaka in a tea garden.

Nanda Wanninayaka in a tea garden.

Nanda Wanninayaka and Meer Ali

Nanda Wanninayaka and Meer Ali

Next, we proceeded to Bandarawela, one of the best honeymoon locations (which I too had the pleasure of enjoying in 2006) in the world. As we crossed the Nuwara Eliya district boundary, the landscape began to change. The closer the Badulla district, the more you get to see vegetable farms than tea estates. Still, it is a beautiful sight to behold and I wonder if anyone would complain about the change.

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Rawana Falls, Sri Lanka

We reached Ravana Falls passing beautiful mountain ranges via Bandarawela and Ella, one of the most visited places by the foreign tourists in the Hill Country of Sri Lanka. Once you pass Ella and reach Ravana Falls, you begin to feel that the climate has had a drastic change. Till Ella, misty mountains with with intermittent showers, drizzles, rainbows, endless tea gardens, beautiful waterfalls, and so forth kept soothing our souls and bodies, but the moment you go down to Ravana Falls, you are in the Dry Zone. The precipice is so steep and one cannot understand how a whole climate system changes within such a small distance. I doubt whether similar places are elsewhere in Sri Lanka to see such a sudden and vast climatic difference within such a short time and distance.

Meer and I spent quite a time at Ravana Falls and here a crafty vender of corn cobs locked horns with me as I bought corn cobs for Meer also for the Sri Lankan rates. He immediately recognized Meer was not Sri Lankan and has to pay more for corn cobs. The funny part of this is that not a single traffic policeman could recognize Meer was not a Sri Lankan during almost 1000 km motorcycle journey to issue him a ticket for not having an international driving license authenticated or attested by the Department of Motor Traffic in Sri Lanka😊. Meer and I took turns in riding the bike.

We reached Tissamaharama by late night on the bike by passing Wellawaya and Thanamalvila. Our plan for the next day was to ride to Yala National Park.

*Thanks Mr. Lionel Balasuriya (USA) and Mr. Sunil Rutnayake (Sri Lanka) for giving me a hand with providing more facts and editing the post.

 

Day 2 – From Naula to Nuwara Eliya via Katugasthota bypassing Kandy (129 km)


Meer Ali and Nanda Wanninayaka in Nuwara Eliya

Meer Ali and Nanda Wanninayaka in Nuwara Eliya

We started from Naula and bypassed Kandy as it is an utter waist of time to go through the city. So, we went via Katugasthota to Peradeniya, then to Nuwara Eliya via Gampola. The road was amazing and the vegetation was so green and beautiful. It was colder when we reached Nuwara Eliya, the paradise in Sri Lanka due to lapse rate. We spent the night at a small guest house opposite famous Lake Gregory in Nuwara Eliya. We also walked around the lake at night which was a beautiful experience.

At Gampola town

At Gampola town

Nanda-Wanninayaka in Nuwara Eliya

Nanda-Wanninayaka in Nuwara Eliya

Nuwara Eliya

Nuwara Eliya

A waterfall in Nuwara Eliya

A waterfall in Nuwara Eliya

Meer Ali from India with the waterfall in the background

Meer Ali from India with the waterfall in the background

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Nanda Wanninayaka with the waterfall in the background

Meer Ali at Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya

Meer Ali at Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya

Nanda Wanninayaka at Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya

Nanda Wanninayaka at Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya

Night at Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya

Night at Lake Gregory, Nuwara Eliya

Day 1 – From Mahawilachchiya to Naula via Dambulla (117.1 km – August 7, 2016)


Nanda and Meer at Basawakkulama Reservoir, Anuradhapura

Nanda and Meer at Basawakkulama Reservoir, Anuradhapura

Day one was not that difficult as we mostly rode on flat terrain. Both Meet and I took turns while riding. Meer did not have an Indian bike license with a Sri Lankan attestation by the Department of Motor Traffic in Sri Lanka but the police never stopped the bike while he was riding. They thought Meer was Sri Lankan.

We met a girl in Dambulla who could do nice painting and we took a few pictures of her paintings too. I thought I would write about her painting in my blog but she did not want it. We stopped at a guest house in Naula for the first night.

My Longest Motor Cycle Journey in Sri Lanka with Meer Ali from India


Meer Ali and Nanda Wanninayaka at Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka

Meer Ali and Nanda Wanninayaka at Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka

In August, 2016 I finished a 5-day-long motorcycle journey with Meer Ali, the first volunteer for Horizon Lanka from India. This was the longest sojourn I embarked on a bike so far. It was high fun riding the bike through all those cities, towns and villages with Meer Ali, my friend from India. We took turns while riding and after the long ride with Benjamin Pages from France who was an excellent rider, Meer was the next one to win my admiration for safe riding. It was very comfortable to be at the pillion of the bike when his turn came. I have never been comfortable like with Ben and Meer so far in the pillion of a bike.

We took the following routes.

Tour Map

Tour Map

Day 1 – From Mahawilachchiya to Naula via Dambulla (117.1 km)

Day 2 – From Naula to Nuwara Eliya via Katugasthota bypassing Kandy (129 km)

Day 3 – From Nuwara Eliya to Tissamaharama via Bandarawela, Ella, Wellawaya, Thanamalvila. (143)

Day 4 – From Tissamaharama to Yala National Park and back and to Thissamaharama. Then to Mount Lavinia through Hambanthota, Matara and Galle. (310 Km) – The longest distance I rode by bike within a single day.

Day 5 – From Mount Lavinia to Mahawilachchiya via Colombo, Ja Ela, Minuwangoda, Narammala, Kobeygane, Padeniya, Thambuththegama and Anuradhapura (263 km)

Total is 962 km within 5 days. It cost Meer only 2500 (LKR) worth petrol for the bike for the whole distance. It was close to 20 liters of petrol. Still half of the last 500 LKR remained in the tank after we returned home. This is a good advertisement for my Bajaj Pulsar 150.

Thanks to the Mahinda Rajapaksa government, all the main roads are completely renovated wherever we went. I think almost all roads are like this everywhere in Sri Lanka. Hope the Maithripala government also continue the good work of Mr. Rajapaksa and renovate the remaining by roads.

We never had any life-threatening moments while riding a distance close to 1000 km. Well, except for the scary moment when Meer lost the balance when he went over a pot hole which we traveled in Kobeygane – away from the main road to see a sick child. But Meer took the bike back in control before we fell and I don’t think it was his fault. Meer is an excellent, fast and mindful rider. In fact, if one has ridden a motorbike in a country like India where drivers’ discipline is hardly heard of, one can ride a bike even in Mars too.

I was surprised about the cleanliness of all the cities, towns and villages during this epic ride. I didn’t see much difference in the places of the developed world and in Sri Lanka. Drivers were also fairly disciplined despite the cliché of bad Sri Lankan drivers. Only problem was that some buses and trucks never dimmed the headlights when they saw we were coming from the front.

During all these 5 days my friend Meer had to tolerate my singing of Hindi, Sinhala, Tamil and English songs while riding. According to my son Abhilash, my voice is too deep that it comes close only to Fred Flintstone, supposed to be the world’s second worst voice. (Well, the worst voice is supposed to be Cacofonix. Meer must have been surprised of the huge number of Hindi songs I sang. I remember more than 500 song lyrics since my elder brother Nayanasena bought us a high-quality Akai cassette recorder in 1980s. With my deep voice, the only singer I can come anywhere close to must be Kishore Kumar. But I can never compare myself with the legend.

Chandika Hathurusingha – Is He as Good as He is Cracked Up to Be as a Coach?


Chandika Hathurusingha

Chandika Hathurusingha

(I wrote this piece before Chandika Hathurusingha accepted the coaching role for the national team by Sri Lanka Cricket. I forgot to publish this for some reason but since I still think my arguments still stand, thought of publishing this as it is.)

Chandika Hathurusingha batting

Chandika Hathurusingha batting

Chandika Hathurusingha was a mediocre cricketer who had a comparatively longer stint with the Sri Lankan cricket team just because of the big dearth of professional players in his time than due to his talents. He had the luck of being the opening batsman with the better opener Roshan Mahanama simply because there wasn’t anyone else in the team who could be sacrificed to that position as Asanka Gurusinha, Aravinda de Silva and Arjuna Ranatunga had their duties down the order than at the top. It was the same about the position of the opening bowler regarding the player in question. Hathurusingha was the only available player to start bowling from the other end when the other mediocre opening fast bowler Pramodya Wickramasinghe started as the conventional opening bowler position due to more or less the same reasons given above about Hathurusingha. The latter opened with his medium-fast bowling and plucked a wicket or two on his day but mostly he just filled the place of an opening bowler till the ball was still new and shiny for the spinners.

Chandika Hathurusingha bawling

Chandika Hathurusingha bawling

It is not my intention to criticize Hathurusingha’s talents during his time where fame, finances and facilities were low for the players and most of them just played for the “heck of it.” It is true that Hathurusingha was an anchor during his time for the team and did his best till he was constantly defeated in the hands of legendary South African pace ace Alan Donald which paved the former the way out of the Sri Lankan team eventually. Hathurusingha had to throw the towel before he expected.

 

Chandika Hathurusingha as Bangladesh coach

Chandika Hathurusingha as Bangladesh coach

But today what we are talking is not about Hathurusingha, the cricketer but Hathurusingha, the much-hyped coach. There is no doubt he is a good coach. He has had his stints as an assistant coach to Sri Lankan cricket team and a head coach for some domestic teams in Australia. But if he thinks that he was the main reason for the then struggling Bangladesh team to mold themselves into what they are today, then he will end up with an inevitable disaster. Bangladesh was the minnows for a long time as they were christened as a Test team prematurely and the ultimate result was getting more cricket matches than they deserved and being hammered at the hands of stronger teams in all forms of the game. In the meantime, they were also lucky enough to come closer to winning in some matches of late and again mess up most of them due to lack of experiences in turning the crunch times to winning. Why I used the phrase “lucky enough” was due to luck of having the chance to come close to winning and getting the experience of “near wins” and an occasional taste of blood of winning. This is where a team starts realizing their true potential and get the confidence that they have the mettle and substance to win. When Bangladesh hired Hathurusingha, the team was more or less passing this stage and was ready to win. With or without Hathurusingha, Bangladesh had the strength to do a revolution in the game. Attributing the team’s success wholly to Hathurusingha is a big mistake done by the media and if Hathurusingha too subscribed to the same attribution, it is a grave mistake he does by risking his hitherto successful career as a coach.  No doubt he was instrumental in making Bangladesh into a fighting unit but the credit goes to the players, former coaches and the management as well. (This was more or less similar to the success one of the former Sri Lankan coaches Dav Whatmore achieved under similar conditions.)

Bangladeshi Cricket Team

Bangladeshi Cricket Team

Besides, it is immaterial even if Hathurusingha is really an excellent coach elsewhere if he takes Sri Lankan coaching job. Sri Lankan cricketing arena is a completely different ball game. It doesn’t care if you are good, great or even genius. You have to submit to the cricket mafia that runs the game over here. You won’t have the freedom or the respect you enjoyed in Bangladesh or elsewhere. You will have to forget the cricketing decisions you used to make supported by the Bangladesh Cricket Board but will have to dance to the tune of the bunch of idiots that run Sri Lanka Cricket after winning the coveted Cricket World Cup in 1996. Beside all these negative factors, you will have to face the humiliation of the local cricketers who will not respect you as a coach or as an individual. You won’t be able to see “gentlemen” in the current cricketing corridors of power.

Despite all these odds, I would wish good luck to Hathurusingha (since he is gonna need lot of that) to be a good coach and take the Sri Lankan team out of its current labyrinthine mess. You will have to do this at your own risk though.

Sri Lanka cricket team during good old days

Sri Lanka cricket team during good old days