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We are made and colored by karmic DNA. DNA is unique from one to another. An indicator for identification. So does the flower and tree. Even countries are made of DNA. They have their own way of doing things. They have their own ways of beautifying the country. And these countries have certain aspects that are divine for them. Yes.Only for them .You’d not find them anywhere. I tend to think.
This country is a chocolate box. It is filled with different kinds of chocolates. Some made of nuts. Filled with almonds. Some with caramel. Some come with an orange filling. A coconut filling. Some are bitter. Some may not taste good at all. So may historians .And so many interpretations. Foil –wrapped. Carefully kept. Fragments of somebody’s imagination. Picked or formed, this way and that. They illustrate pretty pictures. Some are utterly horrible. And we take them along with us. Talk about them. Again and again. For decades and generations. Until they are spoiled and spoiled. Sick and sickening.
This country is a serendipity. This country is made of triumph and defeat. This country is made of a cup of tea from the hills’ tea leaf, dance of a devil dancer, tumouring hands of a potter and the water lapping in Iranamadu. Innately beautiful. This country is a melting pot of all religions. This is a country made of the drones of pirith and church hymns. It is also made of kovil’s poosari and prayers of Allah.
This country is made of curiosity. I have found. We are excited about things that happen around us. We want to know who stole Appuhami’s wattakka the night before. Who is the girlfriend of Lalitha’s big boy. Why are they too late to marry. Or why Herath divorced when he has such a sweet wife. Naturally, this country worries about others. And they have forgotten to save some time to think of themselves and improve life.
This country is too this, too that. Not enough this, not enough that.
And we’d add to that list. This country knows to talk. We know to talk of all possibilities and impossibilities. We know well to discuss what should be done and what should not to be done. Without practice.
We are thrilled by an amazing culture that reached perfection 2000 years ago. Which now hangs over us. The sheer presence of it has only made us to brag about how we did things. We are overjoyed by seeing ancient architecture. Like Embekke carvings and Dandumonara for example. Like Sigiriya and its mystic water technology for example. Like the ponds and ancient pools in Anuradhapura for example. But we have failed to go beyond theDandumonara and the magnificent rock. We haven’t acted enough to enrich the glorious past with new achievements. We are living in a remembered history. That is thousands of years ago. We have been sitting on our asses and talking about things to be done. Since that day the kings and queens left us. We are in 2015. Have we done anything new? Ask for yourself.
A few days old Sivaloganathan Vithya was raped and killed. Rape stories are not new to us. Many Vithyas were raped and killed over the years. And each day that happened we grieved. When Vithya died there was collective grieving. Some protested along roads. Some lit candles commemorating her death. We have discussed and have been discussing ways to stop such criminal acts. But nothing has stopped rape. We are still discussing .Sadly we don’t feel ashamed for what we do.
There is all talk and no trousers. Governments talk. Authorities talk. Politicians talk. They all talk about doing big things. But none has the courage to put into practice what has been talked. We got to realize this. Protests and candles won’t work. Protests happen and they are forgotten the next day. Candles are lit, but they die with wind. They are not going to be long term solutions.
We’ve got two choices. Either we should move on from katin bathalakola hituweema (since we have been doing it always) and look for some action. Or else sit and grieve over the deaths to come. What would you like?
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