My dear Annesley,
Thanks to Narme, I have been educated on a ‘cool fact’
Nature of birthday trees’ & to their character, how we fit
Yours is Chestnut Tree, depicts honesty and tall in height
Characterised by an honest fun guy, a planner & a diplomat
I have written over two hundred poems greeting my mates
So pleased to realise, how close your lovable features, fits
Pleasant mannerism and the kind heart, a boon to your mates
Wish you good health, contentment, and a beautiful long life
TEACHER’S NOTE: Tragically, Kieran was killed in the suicide bomb that exploded in the Cinnamon Grand hotel, Colombo, on Easter Sunday. He only finished typing this up the night before and, because he was so proud of it – having obtained the top mark in his class – his mum was very keen that we submit this posthumously on his behalf:
The tropical sun burns bright. On my way to school, red and black buses full of office workers, tuk-tuks of all colors, Porsches, Land Rovers, and BMWs crowd the roads. There are a few road rules. I pass a speeding blur of white colonial buildings, ancient banyan trees, old elegant homes behind high walls, short ladies pushing trash carts, small kadeys selling cream crackers and sodas, and road-side hawkers offering freshly plucked red rambutans, golden yellow mangoes, young orange coconuts. Steel and glass office towers stand high over small houses. Cranes rise above expensive new apartment buildings. Occasionally I see a Buddhist monk in orange robes. Lonely, stray dogs roam the streets and sidewalks scavenging for food, near tourists who turn bright lobster red taking selfies in front of thousand-year-old temples.
My cultural connections are why I am here in Colombo, Sri Lanka. My mother and I moved here to help my Ammama (grandma) move back home after nearly fifty years in the U.S. This move was great for her, because her connection to Sri Lanka is strong. She loves the weather that is perfect for a slow walk, the fruit, and vegetables that she grew up with, and the friendly people who don’t mind when she starts up a conversation with any passing stranger asking, “Do I know you?” She is rarely certain whether she is in Colombo or Washington D.C., who she is with, or sometimes even who she is. Dementia has faded her memories so that they run together like watercolors, an impressionist painting of houses, gardens, people she has known for over eighty years, and sometimes the people closest to her, like me and my mother.
My move to Colombo has helped deepen my connections to my family’s culture. I am learning how to read, write, and – thanks to my grandmother’s maid – speak a little bit of Sinhala, the language of the majority of the population here. I also play a little bit of cricket, the national sport, which is similar to baseball (though I am terrible at both!). I am getting to know many of my distant aunties, uncles, and cousins, many of whom I have not met before. I may forget their names, but not their kindness. I like that strangers call me “putha” (“son” in Sinhala) before telling me to tie my shoelaces. It makes me feel like the entire community has my back.
I feel like I belong in Sri Lanka. I now have a dark brown tan and my mother says that she cannot pick me out of a crowd of my friends walking out of school, laughing and messing each other’s hair. I have made a lot of friends who are kind, smart, hardworking, and funny after just one year here. It feels like I have been here much longer. No one can tell just by looking at me that I was born ten thousand miles away, that I spent the first 10 years of my life in the U.S., or that I am biracial.
Racially, my cultural connections are diverse. I am one-quarter Sinhalese, one-quarter Tamil, three- eighths Russian, and one-eighth German. My family is Buddhist, Christian, Quaker, and Jewish. We celebrate peraharas and poya days, Christmas, and Hanukkah. My ancestors include great uncles knighted by the King of England, high court justices, and Russian farmers. These were all different people from different places and different cultures who understood the same values of curiosity, adventure, education, and hard work.
I am what they call in Sri Lanka a real “achcharu”, or pickle, made up of many different ingredients and spices. I am connected to many cultures, a result of an exotic brew of many civilisations. I am stronger because I belong to them all. But, right now in Colombo, I am a Srilankan
Shared by Ariya
Mother Lanka appealing for children be united
This is a beautiful song sent to me by a friend
Timely to get across, in her hour of need
Shared By Sam
Shared by Sam
Shared By Dharma
Happy birthday, Ranjani,
Send a note rejoicing our friendship on your birthday
For being a very special pal who brightens everyone’s day
May you have immense joy and happiness for ever & a day
Wishing Good health, contentment & a happy long life, I pray
Photo Credit- Sukumar Shan
The historic Kadugannawa Ambalama ( wayside rest ) Then and Now ! Kadugannawa Ambalama is a historic wayside rest that is found – on the left, when traveling from Colombo to Kandy, a few metres before the Kadugannawa Hairpin turn aka Kadugannawa pass. Built during the early 18th century which is about 200 years old now. This ambalama was built during the English colonial rule of Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) About one and half centuries back this had been a popular stopover for horsemen, merchants etc. traveling from lowlands to the ancient hill capital Kandy.This structure resembles the Kandyan Era architecture and is of archaeological value. It was renovated by the Ministry of Tourism under the technical guidance of the Department of Archeology at a cost of Rs. 300,000.00 and now this structure is considered a national heritage item of Sri Lanka.
In the past, when the only means of transport for most people were their own feet, it often took several days—and sometimes even weeks—to travel from one place to another. Because of the time it took for such journeys, travellers were often in need of shelter to rest for the night. Thus the ambalama was born.It was a simple but convenient place for travellers to prepare their meals and sleep. Most often they were built near a stream, and a large pitcher made from clay or stone—called a pinthaliya—could also be found near the ambalam for the purpose of fetching clean water.According to the teachings of Buddhism, the construction of ambalam was considered a noble deed—therefore in the olden days, the entire village community came together to build these shelters. The size and style of the ambalama built in a village depended on the wealth of its residents—on some occasions, even the wealthy nobles used their wealth to build these wayside shelters.
HI Folks in SL , and the rest of us scattered around the globe .
I am still dreaming and Re- Visiting of the Class of 64 Gathering we had
at Beruwala just a few weeks ago .
Hope these photo will trigger a good memory for all of you !
And it is time to think of the NEXT one , NEXT year- Same Time, Same Place
Beruwala- is now like ‘home to me ‘ – -Home of The Class of 64 so to speak
It seems like yesterday to me , that we all met and had such a good time .
Though the crowd was small , like what Praxy mentioned in her wonderful
tribute to the class gathering , it was a lot of fun , just being together
and shooting the breeze so to speak , with no formalities what so ever .
Anoja – hats off to you, for orgainising the boat trip and the photographer
at such short notice .
This photo -something that all of us will treasure .
For some reason, we did not have such a photo last year ( 2018 ) .
So, I am asking you all – specially the folks in SL- Ranjith , Narme,
Anoja, Laki, Indrajith , Ajith — to put your heads together and get
something going for next year .
As for my part — I will be in SL – ever year, same time, for the next 5
yrs or so- or till I kick the bucket !
I have already planned my — ”Trip to SL for 2020 ” – -Time is
Running Out and so I am Running With The Time !
Good Wishes to ALL –