Trip to Mullaitivu on my Motorbike


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I stopped enjoying the ‘Sri Lankan New Year’, which falls in the mid-April each year, since I was a teenager. Endless sweetmeats, innumerable friends who visit you and the obligatory return visits you have to make and so forth. At times silly fights by stupid intoxicated people, much the worst from liquor, having to acknowledge and pay homage to every Tom, Dick and Harry in the village who are elders, takes a toll on oneself.  Therefore I have given the New Year celebrations a miss each year.  Last year, I went to Kilinochchi and spent time there with Miss Dekala’s family which was an amazing experience.

On the Mahawilachchiya Resovoir bund

On the Mahawilachchiya Reservoir bund

This year I was invited by Prasanna Balachandran, a person who lives in Vattapalai, Mullaitivu to spend the New Year celebrations with his family. I readily accepted the invitation and left Mahawilachchiya around 8.00 am on April 15, 2017 on my motorbike. It was a comfortable ride as there was hardly any vehicular traffic on the roads. I took the shortcut via the Sacred City of Anuradhapura, bypassing the commercial part of the city. Had a drink of tender coconut water at Thuparamaya, but I was not happy the way the old woman talked to her customers. I felt like refusing the coconut water, but later changed my mind as I thought she was annoyed with herself for the fact that she had to work even on the New Year’s Day to make a living.

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I rode to Medawachchiya and bought a new backpack as I had to take my laptop during this trip. You may wonder why I take my laptop everywhere, the reason being, I am not that comfortable with my smartphone, typing on such a small device takes its toll on me. I wanted to take a few photographs at Medawachchiya and since taking selfies is not my forte, I requested the young man who sold me the backpack to take some pictures. He took a few pictures which I found to be excellent, I never expected him to be so creative.

In Medawachchiya

In Medawachchiya

I had a small snack for breakfast at Medawachchiya and rode up to Vavuniya – which was a very dangerous place during the war waged by the Tamil Tigers between since 1975 to 2009, till they were defeated by the Sri Lankan armed forces under the former president Mahinda Rajapaksa. I visited Vavuniya during war time with some retired Indian army personnel who had set up their base camp off Vavuniya to remove landmines. I would not have been there without my friends as this city was famous for the LTTE pistol gangs, who would appear out of nowhere and shoot at soldiers and policemen. Vavuniya was a city where Tamils, Muslims and Sinhala people lived but it was not a safe place for anyone during that time. But now the city is very peaceful and the three communities live in harmony.

in Vavuniya

in Vavuniya

I got the help of a passerby to take few pictures of me, but he was not unto the job. Cannot blame him as it was the first time he had used a smartphone. I thanked him and proceeded further. For some reason I don’t like Vavuniya city, it has some very badly cooked food outlets and I try my best to pass this city faster every time I pass it.

I was stopped by a two traffic police officers along A9 road, I did not understand as to which traffic offense I committed. But when I removed my helmet, they asked me to continue riding. I am not sure why though.

I wanted to go faster on my bike on the straight A9 road, but my bike mechanic advised me not to speed as he needed to do a full engine check after this trip. So I did not go faster than 70, the legal speed limit on the roads in the island.

At Puliyankulam the road branches, with one going to Jaffna and the other to Mullaitivu. Mullaitivu city was the only city that I had not visited in Sri Lanka. So it was an exciting experience to me. I would not have remembered any of the small towns I passed, if not for the big battles that took place in those towns that cost many lives and property damage to both the terrorists and the government forces during war.

in Nedunkerny

in Nedunkerny

Around Nedunkerny I took another picture again with the help of an amateur.  From Puliyankulam to Mullaitivu the road is very straight and surrounded by a thick jungle. Hence I did not feel the effects of strong sun upon me. By now, I was getting hungry and luckily there was a woman who sold papaya and orange juice on the road side. I had a glassful of papaya juice and it was refreshing.

In Mullaitivu

In Mullaitivu

My friend Prasanna wanted me to come directly to his village Vattapalai without going to Mullaitivu town. But I went to Mullaitivu as I wanted to pay my mobile phone bills. Luckily there was a Cargills Food City supermarket and I could pay the bills and go to Vattapalai as instructed by Prasanna. Once I reached Vattapalai around 2.00 pm, Prasanna came to the road and welcomed me. He took me to his in-laws’ house and they offered me a simple, yet tasty lunch. Then I visited Prasanna’s house which was within walking distance. His two kids were very cute and playful.

I wanted to rest a while and had a nap for an hour or two. Then we both visited the nursery run by Prasanna free of charge for the village kids. Prasanna had spent most part of his life in Germany and did not go back to Germany as he had fallen in love with a village beauty. He runs the nursery with the ad-hoc donations he gets from donors in Germany.

We then visited Mulliyawalai to meet Father Dixon who is a pastor whom I had spoken over the phone a few days back after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend. Father Dixon can fluent in Sinhala, Tamil and English. We had a chat after which we returned to Vattapalai.

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I spent the night in Prasanna’s in-law’s home and left Mullaitivu after taking a few selfies with them.

With Prasanna's in-laws

With Prasanna’s in-laws

With Prasanna and his in-laws

With Prasanna and his in-laws

It was surprising to see the green ricefields in Vattapalai during this drought. This is the only green ricefield. I saw during my whole trip.

As soon as you pass Vavuniya and take the Vavuniya – Anuradhapura road, after passing the Air force camp you will see this wonderful oasis. It is clear blue water surrounded by beautiful foliage and aquatic plants. I spent around half an hour here as it was so refreshing.

An oasis in Vavuniya

An oasis in Vavuniya

I reluctantly left this cool oasis and then came to Medawachchiya and then TanTantirimalee through Medawachchiya – Cheddikulam road. Passed Bogoda Bridge. This was the farthest point we could go from Tantirimale during war. But now anyone can go anywhere in the country.

Roads from Vavuniya to North are very nicely paved. I doubt roads in Colombo, the commercial capital of Sri Lanka are as good as the ones in the North (and East for that matter.)

Language never became any issue during all my visits to the North and the East in Sri Lanka both during and after the war. I never tried to talk in unknown Tamil or English here. I talked only in Sinhala. To my surprise, the people here helped me very enthusiastically when I asked for road directions or anything else. I did not see any hatred in their eyes towards me. People were nice to me since my first visit to Tamil Tiger controlled area before 2005. I think the hatred was just created by the terrorists and by the politicians from both sides of the fence.

I never thought I would be able to see a peaceful Sri Lanka before old age. I never imagined my son would be able to live in a peaceful Sri Lanka with the way the war was dragging on. But lasting peace came before his first birthday!!!

Now I have been to all districts in Sri Lanka. Feel happy. Thanks Mahinda Rajapaksa and Gotabaya Rajapaksa for making this possible by ending the three-decade-long war. Without you two, this would have been just a dream. (Thanks Basil Rajapaksa for wonderful infrastructure here in the North. I know my friends won’t be comfortable with me thanking BR due to obvious reasons but he has done a lot here. His way of doing things was the problem here.) If not for MR’s “three idiots” (and obviously Basil R too,) MR would still be the President of Sri Lanka. But it was not to be.

Bertolt Brecht says in the Caucasian Chalk Circle “War is over, peace is coming. Beware of the peace.” With all his experiences as a politician, MR messed up big time by not being able to manage the peace which came much faster than they expected. They tried to manage the peace with the same drastic ways they managed war, without being able to understand the difference between the two phenomena.

Tracking Down My (Possible) Ancestry in Kalinga, India by a Motorbike


 

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Isn’t it ironic that within 24 hours of me deciding to travel in Kalinga (present day Odissa) extensively for a month on a motorbike in November this year that this article http://scroll.in/article/814562/are-the-sinhalese-people-descendants-of-bengali-and-odiya-sea-merchants appeared out of the blue? I have a great friend from Kalinga and he will find me a bike for my tour. He is Prakash Nayak and the only reason for me to be a friends with   him , was that we both share similar surnames. Me, Wanni Nayaka and him, Praksh Nayak. He says there are a lot of Nayakas in Kalinga.

I am not a historian nor  a social anthropologist. But ever since I heard this story of us, the Sinhalese, are descendants of a lion and a princess (see more here http://mahavamsa.org/2008/05/princess-vanga-sinhabahu/), I was both intrigued and ashamed (to find we are also descendants of incestuous sex between a brother and sister (Sinhabahu and Sinhaseevali) to dig into this within my limited capacity. I won’t be able to compose a scholarly work after my travel but at least I will chronicle what I see and hear on a daily updating my blog throughout the tour. This will be my fourth trip to India.

I don’t look for luxuries during my trip as I can digest anything edible and sleep even under a tree for that matter. I am quite used to rough roads as I keep riding my bike almost anywhere in Sri Lanka without much hassle. So, hardships will not dampen my spirits at all. Traveling with Meer Ali from India throughout Sri Lanka for 5 consecutive days was fun and hope I can find someone like that who can also sing Bollywood songs with me. Well, since I was an 11 year old boy, I could sing more than 500 Hindi songs. So I would love to add some more to the list.

Back to the incest story, the legend is that no royal family in Sinhapur, Kalinga was happy to let their daughter or son to marry a lion’s son or the daughter and the only option the lion’s son and daughter had was to marry each other and produce a notorious prince called Wijaya who had to end up in Sri Lanka and my friends, the rest, is both history and legend. (The more sensible take in this lion’s story would be to take the lion as a leader of a lion tribe or a very strong and powerful and unruly man I guess.)

I will not have the luxury of taking a high quality still or video camera for this tour and would appreciate if someone can lend me one. If something happens to it, I will buy a brand new one of the same make and model. Since I have to pay for airfare and other sundry expenses, the last thing I can afford is a professional camera.

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INHUMAN RAGGING IN SRI LANKAN UNIVERSITIES AND HIGHSCHOOLS


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Ragging in Sri Lanka

I think most of Sri Lankans are already aware of inhuman ragging in Sri Lankan universities (Visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ragging_in_Sri_Lanka) that has caused several deaths, lifelong injuries and both physical and mental trauma to the freshers. The most recent heinous act where a bunch of male and female students in the University of Kelaniya forced a new female student to remove her jeans saying that it does not suit to freshers and the girl in turn refused it blatantly and made a complaint in the police and the alleged raggers were remanded could be just the tip of the iceberg. Ragging should have been nipped in the bud but authorities turned a blind eye at the beginning and ragging went out of control.

In some universities or faculties ragging has been replaced with just socialization with fun activities but where there is strong Inter University Students’ Federation https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inter_University_Students%27_Federation influence ragging is going berserk causing the new students severe traumas. (ISUSF is allegedly controlled by Frontline Socialist Party. Formerly Janatha Vimukthi Peramuna -JVP did the same but they lost control of the ISUSF as a result of the party split into two due to inernal clashes.)

Ragging with Fun

Ragging with Fun

Due to inhuman ragging in universities, a significant number of students do not enter universities despite university entrance exam being highly competitive affair and only a small percentage of students get the opportunity to enter a state university. They either give up higher education totally or attend private higher educational institutes by paying huge sum of monies at a time they can get a better free education (with a bursary also) in state universities. (According to University Grants Commission statistics, just 17% of qualified Advanced Level test takers found places at state universities in 2009/10 (and just 10.5 percent of all test-takers.)

According to a colleague of mine and my ex-girlfriend, the humiliation they were subjected to that was “worse than death” was being forced to perform sodomy and lesbian sex totally naked with at least once fresher of the same sex at least once (in front of 100s of seniors and freshers) just to “educate” the freshers such relationships exist in hostels and the freshers have to accept such behavior. If they themselves do not find gay sex as their cup of tea, they should not at least disturb others who find so. How about that huh? Any seniors???

Due to some unfortunate circumstances I could not sit for my Advanced Level in the stipulated year (1991) and had to sit for it in 1998 exactly after 10 years after sitting for Ordinary Level (1988) in a totally different stream (Arts) than what I studied for (Bio Science) without much assistance from others. I was already an English teacher when I did so and all I prayed was, “Please do not pass me to be selected to university. Give me a result where I can pass the exam but not too many mars to be selected university, just because of these horrific ragging.” I knew I will be targeted for who I am. Luckily I got ‘yes’ marks and not enough marks to be selected to a university. Thank God.

I love to learn in a university even at this late stage of my life but never in a Sri Lankan state university. I will invite troubles there. I will somehow save and study in an American university even at the age of 50 (in 6 years time.)

Ragging prevails even at high school level in Sri Lankan public schools. I entered Central College, Anuradhapura in 1990 to do my Advanced Level (university entrance exam) and was ragged severely inside a boys’ toilet for just “being tall.” The excuse given by senior students was that “if we did not rag you like this to a tall guy like you, you will become a dickhead in the school.” (උඹට මෙහෙම රැග් නොකළොත් උඹලා මේකේ කැරියෝ වෙනවා.)

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Motorcycle Journeys – From Anuradhapura to Padaviya


Nanda Wanninayaka with Gamini Akmeemana

Nanda Wanninayaka with Gamini Akmeemana

I am a motorbike lover. I like to ride long distances. The longest distance I have ridden is from Mahawilachchiya to Kahathuduwa, Piliyandala via Colombo. I have ridden between Colombo and Mahawilachchiya many a time. Road is very good via Puttalam and it is fun to speed up along the road. The other long trip I made was to Gomarankadawala, Trincomalee with my nephew and it was unforgettable because we were drenched in the torrential rain on our way back. Most exciting tour was the one I went to Talawakele from Badulla with my newly married wife in 2006. My most recent long trip was to Padavi – Sri Pura from Anuradhapura for a meeting. I often ride to Kanagarayankulam in Vavunia too. The bike trip I went to Welioya with the journalist Gamini AKmeemana was memorable because he rode a very old Honda CB 200 (6 Sri 7517) and I rode a brand new Bajaj Pulsar 180 and still Gamini was way ahead of me with his old machine. I think more than the bike model, he knows right techniques in bike riding. That night we stayed in a hut in a small farm just below the Padaviya wewa with a farmer friend of Gamini. That was in 2005. It was fun riding with Gamini but I never got a second chance with him.

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Read below Rudyard Kipling‘s great poem “If.” This is the only thing that keeps me going during worst times I pass. If not for this, I would have given up long time ago.

You can listen to the audio version of this poem if you click this link. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175772

Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

If— BY RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Little Tanuri- Big Dreams, Unknown Future


Zachary Grenzowski – The Canadian Volunteer at Horizon Lanka Foundation.

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Meet Tanuri Thiseka Dissanayaka. When she was just 3 months old she was diagnosed with thalassemia major, a potentially life-threatening illness. Thalassemia major causes large numbers of red blood cells to be destroyed, leading to liver and heart problems. Due to her condition, each month Tanuri must undergo a complete blood transfusion. In addition, every night she must endure a painful injection in her stomach as part of her treatment. These measures only stave off advancement of the disease and offer no long term solution.

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Her father has dedicated his life to protecting Sri Lanka by serving in the Sri Lankan Special Task Force. From 1995 until 2013 (17 ½) he courageously risked his life fighting against the separatist terrorists to protect innocent civilians and the country he loves. He is now retired and unfortunately he is still fighting, only now it is to keep his daughter alive. Sadly, he is running out of resources to continue the fight and the situation is looking bleaker by the day.

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Tanuri is an intelligent girl and realizes the direction her future could go if the condition goes untreated. When asked where she plans to attend middle school she replied, “I don’t know because I don’t know what will happen to me.” Tanuri is courageous and despite her difficult situation continues to smile and remain positive.

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Fortunately, there is a solution. Tanuri has a two year old sister that is perfect match for a bone marrow transplant. With your support, she can afford the life saving operation and live out her dream of becoming a doctor. Why does she want to be a doctor? Tannuri is aware of her condition and she wants to improve the lives of those living with Thalassemia. Won’t you help this bright young girl live out her dream?

P.S. From Nanda Wanninayaka

I have never asked funding for my personal needs. But now I have to. This little girl, Tanuri is my cousin brother’s daughter. She needs a bone marrow transplant surgery to save her life from thalassemia. With your generous donations, we have been able to raise 3,500,000 LKR (23,690 USD) out of 4,200,000 LKR (28,428 USD) needed for the surgery. Her surgery is scheduled to be done on July 02, 2016, exactly a month away from today. We need to raise another 700,000 LKR (4,738 USD) to pay for the private hospital as this surgery is not done in any government hospitals in Sri Lanka. Please help save little Tanuri.

  1. You can donate through her crowdfunding campaign page with your credit card by visiting https://www.generosity.com/medical-fundraising/end-tanuri-s-suffering.
  2. You can also contribute through direct cash or check deposits using the banking info mentioned below.

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Any donations made are greatly appreciated by Tanuri and her family.

Father – M. Chandana Samarasingha  Dissanayaka : Mobile :- 0094-718006141 Home 0094-253858554

Email: chandanadissanayaka100@gmail.com

Mother – Nilmini Charika Illangasingha Mobile: – 009471-8442943 Home 0094-253858554

Patient: Tanuri Thiseka Dissanayaka, Ambagahawewa, Nochchiyagama, Anuradapura, Sri Lanka

Bank Account Name: M. C. S. Dissanayaka (Father) 

Bank Account Number: 1021 5496 7095

Bank: Sampath Bank

Swift Code – BSAMLKLX

Bank Code – 7278

Branch: Anuradhapura Super Branch

Branch Manager: Mr. H M R D Gunawardane (Ravindra)
Fax: +94 25 2235 028

Phone: 0094 25 2235 026/7, 0094 25 2235 059

Address: No.268, Maithripala Senanayake Mawatha, Anuradhapura.

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Who is Malala?


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Despite all the conspiracy theories against her, I am a great admirer of Malala Yousafzai, world’s youngest ever Nobel laureate from one of our neighboring countries, Pakistan. Like most of the other non-Pakistanis, I too heard about her after being shot by the Talibans on October 9, 2012. I followed news casts after that about her deteriorating health and near death experiences. Just like the rest of you, I too was shocked as to how on earth a man can shoot such an innocent and beautiful butterfly like Malala (or any other child for that matter.) I was relieved once I heard the news that she would survive.

Malala Yousafzai lying in hospital bed

Malala Yousafzai in the hospital bed.

Ever since I followed news about her. After her book “I am Malala” was published, I immediately downloaded the audio version of the book and listened to it zillion times. I still do. I also downloaded the e-book version and read that too. As if it was not enough, I also bought the printed book and read that too. Read my blog post about Malala’s autobiography “I am Malala” in here.

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I Am Malala book cover

I also recommended the book I am Malala to the university undergraduates who learned English and English literature from me and they enjoyed discussing and reading it a lot. I made it the compulsory book to read and discuss with the English and English literature class I am doing for English teachers and young graduates who learn from me at Horizon Lanka. She is a big inspiration to them as well.

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“One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world.” ― Malala Yousafzai

Recently, I found a good picture of Malala with her famous slogan “One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world” in the background. I set the image as the wallpaper of my laptop. Not only that, I set it as the wallpaper in my mobile phone also. So, the Horizon Lanka students asked who that cute girl was. I said she is Malala. Then my students asked the same question the Taliban terrorist asked Malala seconds before shooting her, “Who is Malala?”

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Malala’s picture as my laptop’s wallpaper

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Malala’s in my mobile phone’s wallpaper

Then I opened up the Wikipedia page about her and some of the images taken while she was wounded and her speeches, interviews, etc. in YouTube and briefed about her life and the great risks she took in fighting for the right for girls’ education. My students were greatly inspired and wanted to set the same image of Malala I used as my wallpaper in the other 10 PCs at Horizon Lanka too. This is how their PCs look like now. I don’t know when they will replace with someone/something else but definitely not any sooner according to their love towards Malala. Now all the girls here want to be Malalas.

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Horizon Lanka’s Malalas with Malala’s picture as the wallpaper in their PCs.

Sri Lanka does not have a big issue when it comes to girls’ education. In most of the schools, colleges and universities girls constitute more than the boys even in challenging fields such as technical, engineering, medical, etc. fields. Even Muslim girls here excel in higher education and in professional careers. But we need more Malalas here to promote education among both girls and boys, especially in rural areas where there is less facilities and urge to go for higher education.

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Horizon Lanka students with Malala’s picture as the wallpaper in their PCs.

Rambutan Season 2015


Anthony Tissera, a rambutan seller in Ja-Ela along Colombo - Katunayake Airport road

Anthony Tissera, a rambutan seller in Ja-Ela along Colombo – Katunayake Airport road

For the last three years, I have been writing a post on rambutan season each year consecutively. After reading my posts, two gentlemen from an Indian fruit farm called Homegrown www.homegrown.in visited Sri Lanka and took rambutan fruits and plants to India. They were particularly interested in Malwana rambutan variety. Now they grow Malwana rambutans in their farm in Kerala, India. They personally visited Malwana with me to see rambutan gardens. I too bought two plants two years back and one survived and thriving now. I learnt from my Indian friends that their plants are also growing well.

Rambutan on display at Kalagedihena

Rambutan on display at Kalagedihena

This time around rambutan harvest has been very good just like the last two years. As a result the price of a single fruit has come down to 5 rupees in Colombo and suburbs and in Kandy as I checked the prices myself. In Malwana, a fruit costs around 3 rupees according to the rambutan sellers in Kalagedihena along the Colombo – Kandy road. Rambutan prices in Anuradhapura, my hometown, is little expensive. They sell 15 fruits for 100 rupees. But fresh fruits are available in Anuradhapura unlike in the past.

A pregnant woman selling rambutans in Kalagedihena. It was from people like this that the notorious deputy minister allegedly collected commissions.

A pregnant woman selling rambutans in Kalagedihena. It was from people like this that the notorious deputy minister allegedly collected commissions.

It was reported this year that a politician, a deputy minister from the previous government took a cut from the small scale rambutan sellers in Gampaha district, his electorate, by force. After his party was defeated at the presidential election in early January this year, rambutan sellers lodged a complaint against the former deputy minister. He was so corrupt that his own party rejected his nomination to contest to the parliamentary election scheduled to be held in August this year along with some other former MPs who have corruption and drug trafficking allegations. This is a good move. It is sickening to hear that a person in the capacity of a deputy minister collecting commissions from the poor rambutan sellers. Imagine what he must have taken from the mega projects in his electorate and in the capacity of a deputy minister in his ministry.

Rambutan on a creative display in Digana, Kandy

Rambutan on a creative display in Digana, Kandy

OK. Back to rambutans. According to the sellers, the season will last around three more weeks and this is the peak of the season. Prices will fluctuate according to availability of the fruits in coming weeks. So, if you want to visit Sri Lanka to taste rambutans, this is the high time you visited. Do not regret and postpone your visit. If you visit Sri Lanka these days, you will see rambutans from the airport road itself to almost all parts of Sri Lanka. Mohammad, an experienced young driver from Colombo who can speak decent English has been our chauffer during our visits to Malwana and you too can contact him on 071-2669696 and arrange a trip to Malwana rambutan gardens. He knows the right places and people. Just let him know in advance. His fares are reasonable as well.

Though there are two colors of rambutans as red and yellow, red variety is the most sought after by the customers though the tastewise there is no big difference. Malwana variety is the most popular over other types that come from adjoining areas of Malwana.

These are some useful links to websites about rambutans. Apparently, there is a dedicated site called www.rambutan.com with a lot of information and lovely pictures. Though the site design is not very professional, it has a lot of necessary information.

  1. Rambutan – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rambutan

  2. Opening the rambutan – http://www.rambutan.com/

  3. Department of Agriculture, Sri Lanka – http://www.agridept.gov.lk/index.php/crop-recommendations/1083-rambutan

Nihal Ekanayaka is in need of a B+ or AB kidney


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Nihal Ekanayaka

Nihal Ekanayaka is 54-year-old farmer from Mahawilachchiya, Anuradhapura. He was a hard working farmer and served his family of 5 daughters by cultivating his paddy land for all these long years. He earned a name as a fierce volleyball dasher when he was young. All his daughters are also very talented in sports. Three of them are married now.

Few years ago he had some severe back pains and when contacted a doctor, he was eventually diagnosed with Chronic Kidney Disease (CKD) which is prevalent in the North Central Province. Now he is confined to his house with tubes inserted into his body and has to go to Anuradhapura hospital which is 45 kilometers away every four days to perform dialysis on his kidneys. If he misses this once, that would be the end of him.

If there is a donor who has B+ or AB blood types who is willing to donate one kidney for him, he will survive. Otherwise he will have to expect a bitter end to his life. If any of you think are willing to help him, please contact him on 025-5715548. My blood type is B+ but I cannot donate a kidney as I am a diabetic. Otherwise I would have given it to him without a second thought.

රටටම ආදර්ශයක් වන කොත්මලේ ප්‍රාදේශීය ලේකම්තුමාගේ – මේනක හේරත් මහතාගේ – නායකත්වය


නිශාන්ත කමලදාසගේ මැනේජ්මන්ට් සිංහලෙන් http://managementinsinhala.wordpress.com බ්ලොග් අඩවියෙන් උපුටාගන්නා ලදී. අන්තර්ගතය අප සැමට වැදගත් බැවින් මෙසේ නැවත බෙදාහදා ගැනීමට තීරණය කළෙමි.

Management in Sinhala

රාජ්‍ය සේවය වෙනස් කිරීමට අපහසු දෙයක් යැයි නිතර කියන කතාවේ ඇත්තේ සම්පූර්ණ සත්‍යයම නොවන බව වටහා ගැනීමට ඔබ යා යුත්තේ කොත්මලේ ප්‍රාදේශීය ලේකම් කාර්යාලයට ය.

එහි පිටත පෙනුම සුන්දර ය. ඇතුළත වැඩ පිළිවෙල ය. සේවා ලාභියෙකුට අවශ්‍ය සියළු මග පෙන්වීම කාර්යාලයේ පිවිසුම් දොරකඩදීම ලැබේ.

ඔබව පිළිගනු ලබන්නේ අත් එක් කොට ආයුබෝවන් වනක්කම් කියන ත්‍රෛයි භාෂාවෙන් ඔබ හා සන්නිවේදනයේ යෙදීමට සූදානම් තුන් කට්ටුවකි. ඔවුන්ගේ මුහුණේ මිත්‍රත්වයේ සිනහව ද ඔවුන්ගේ තෙපුළේ වදනේ කාරුණිකත්වය ද මොනවට ගැබ්ව තිබේ.

ඔබේ වැඩය විමසා එය එක් දින සේවාවකට අදාළ නම් ඔබව එක් දින සේවා කවුළුව වෙත යොමු කිරීමට ඔවුන් කාරුණික ය. එසේත් නැතිනම් ඔබගේ ඉල්ලීම සම්බන්ධ ලියකියවිලි බාර ගෙන ඔබට අවශ්‍ය සේවය සැළසීමට ඔවුන් සූදානම් ය.

එක් දින සේවාවකට යන ඔබට ඒ සේවාව සඳහා ගන්නා කාලය කුමක් ද ඒ සදහා යම් මුදලක් වැයවේ ද නැත් ද වැයවේ නම් ඒ මුදල කොපමණ ද ඒ සදහා ඔබ සතුව තිබිය යුතු ලේඛන මොනවා ද යන තොරතුරු පහසුවෙන් කියවිය හැකි පුවරුවකින්…

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