Working Committee t is that time of year in summer Chairman in Canberra when the flowers Charles Perera bloom early in the morning Iand by mid-morning are ready to heading off to their jobs, for most Editors droop in the squelching heat. The of them making a three to four- Sangita Ashok (English) hour long journey in and out of the Ramya Wijayathilaka (Sinhala) earth is full of heavy fragrance, and bird calls fill the air. Beaches swell capital, an average of eight hours on the roads. Sari clad, unadorned Technical Designer with crowds, away from the heat Dr. Leonard Jayasinghe and dust. Those locked up in their yet beautiful country women with boxed apartments watch as the looks that took my breath away, the Web Manager dust swirl and settle and the grass sarong clad, and the suited gentry, Asela Abhayapala turns to brown. My thoughts turn children in tow, all jostling together as always to the country that I left ready to hold someone’s bag, smil- Youth Co-ordinator behind, my world of paddy green, ing through the discomfort, the Natasha Perera the lotus in the mud, the rains, delicate acceptance in some and and the tea capped mountains. those resigned with their lot in life. Committee Members ASLA President & I recently returned from Ratna- I held my breath as the driver took ASLA Vice President pura, the city of gems – it seemed bends in as agile a fashion as a rock more like the city of rains. From hurtling downwards edging towards April onwards, the heavens poured the precipice, and closed my eyes. down incessant rain, colourful Inside This Issue... umbrellas emerged, the chatter of I was young again, the beloved of school children filled the morning my father, bespectacled, clad in Editorial air, and the traffic snarled past the long dresses, shy and gawkish, lean Articles city centre. Buses of every con- with a donkey fringe that framed my face. Quiet years of hard work Amusement Corner ceivable size and state of repair whizzed past on winding roads, and achievement, uncelebrated, Poetry Corner auto rickshaws plied the streets it was never enough or brilliant, Trivia Corner with idle drivers tooting at po- overwhelmed in the shadow of my Women’s Corner tential passengers to attract their attention, the bargaining and the Sports Corner wheeling and dealing, colourful markets full of lush rambuttans, jackfruits, every conceivable veg- Canberra Lankan is an e-journal published etable and fruits, homewares on in English, Sinhala and Tamil. No material, the streets, lazy dogs lounging in including advertisements designed by Canberra the sun, herds of cows strolling Lankan may be reproduced in part or in whole without the written consent of the editor. through the streets stopping traf- Opinions carried in Canberra Lankan are those fic in their wake – it was all part of the contributors and not necessarily endorsed of the deal in Ratnapura. I spent by Canberra Lankan Editorial Committee. long hours in the buses headed to Canberra Lankan All correspondence should be addressed to: Colombo, watching the passen- Editor Canberra Lankan; gers who boarded from any place Phone: 0416 146 493 Sangita Ashok Email: [email protected] but the starting point jostle in the Web: www.aslaact.com mind numbingly populated buses father and the men I was lucky to to be, the smiles and the warmth, have in my uncles, the women in the glimpses of invincibility. The my mother, teachers and lecturers. secure comfort in the nucleus and Never wanting or desirous, years embrace of the family, like the sun of music, books, solitude and good caressed and kissed by the wonder conversation. Exploring the world of slow soothing breezes. The kind- of Chekov, Arthur Miller, idealisti- ness and compassion of the pas- cally believing in human goodness. sengers in the long bus journeys, Long hours in the buses but not the patience and wisdom. Tiding like this, three hours daily, sand- through the karmic cycle with the wiched in the midst of women car- compassion of the Buddha, Jesus, rying fish in their baskets, breath- Allah, Ganesh, Krishna. People ing in the betel, the sweat and the still one with nature, one with their grime. Watching peacocks do their core still intact, still invincible. dance, listening to the chanting of the monks, running through the heavy rains in my white school uni- form, then drying in the sun that drenched, I knew I had it in me to do it, to achieve, to be invincible.
That was until I moved away from my island in the sun to worlds hitherto unexperienced. From the warmth to the cool climes, from the simplicity to the complex, the world of ideas and imagination to the practicality of money, raising children, fitting in a conformist society with its own norms and ex- pectations of women, where men reigned supreme, and egos blos- somed on the size of the wallet, position, the woman on one’s arm. From a world where despite being in the minority of not experienc- ing discrimination or exploita- tion to a world where daily my notions of decency and human- ity are being questioned. From the unsubdued to the subdued. Around me daily images and sto- ries of being broken, the vulnera- ble and the exploited. Too much information, too little wisdom, too much of wanting and desire, too little of giving and detachment.
But back here away in this city of gems from the sophistication of Colombo and untouched by that which was foreign and unknown, I could feel in the eyes of the youth – the passion and the verve, the desire www.aslaact.com CANBERRA LANKAN -2- [email protected] Contents... Inside this Issue...
Editorial 1
Articles 4
The Departure from Home 4 rFs~kQrWm 6 Flowers Beyond the War 9 For Children’s Sake 11 Dance of the Stars 13 A Chance Encounter 15 Iconic Tamil Pop Singer 18
Poetry Corner 25
The Man I Love 25 Humanising Beauty 28
Amusement Corner 30
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Trivia Questions 34
Women’s Corner 37
Plantain Snack 37
Sports Corner 40
Cricket Encounter 40 15 Years for STDN 44
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