Closing
doors, opening doors
So my time here is eventually coming to a close.
I sit here in my half- emptied apartment with my bags packed in preparation
for further adventures, this time in India and with a certain reluctance,
realise that it's all too true what they say 'all good things have to come
to an end'.
Within the emotions of loss and sadness however, there is another feeling
- one of regeneration, new beginnings and opening as well as closing doors.
If there's one thing my stay in Sri Lanka has taught me it's that there
is a whole world to discover beyond my own doorstep and a world of opportunities
and difference well worth stepping off the security of your own doorstep
for.
My stay here has been characterised by adventure and new experience
(not always but more often than not of the pleasant surprise/serendipitous
variety). Notable achievements have included; learning how to converse
in basic Sinhala and therefore engage in 'equal opportunity' transactions
with trishaw drivers, tackling the local buses at rush hour, adopting the
useful 'non-committal' head waggle and a laissez faire attitude that's
so laid back it's virtually horizontal. Experiences have varied from the
self-indulgent -Ayurvedic top to toe massage and residing in the sumptuous
natural surroundings of The Kandalama Hotel, to the downright self-punishing
- the strangest of which was probably the Sri Lankan 'Hash Run' meetings
that involve lots of crazy ex-pats and locals (and on this particular occasion
me) following trails of paper across paddyfields at a rather fast pace
for a good hour and a half.
There has also been the bathing with elderly elephants at Kegalle's
Maximus Foundation Elephant Bath or 'elephant retirement home' as it's
fondly known (and may I urge visitors to the nearby Pinnawala Orphanage
to make the effort and seek out this less discovered elephant utopia too-
it's well worth it). An experience that I will remember forever as one
of the funniest, at the time unbelievable and ultimately most rewarding
of all my adventures.
'Discovering' Trincomalee's 'out of bounds' serenity also ranks amongst
some of the higher points, as does racing to and reaching the summit of
Adam's Peak for an awe inspiring day break. Kandy's regal splendour and
the palatial 'Castle Hill Guest House' I discovered overlooking the lake
there, Habarana's jungle life viewed from a treehouse and my mother's face
on our personal discovery of Dambulla's breathtaking caves and the story
behind them.
There have been simpler moments of recognition too, the conversations
with newly found friends, local beach sellers, Buddhist monks and educated
elders with a fascinating history to tell.
Compassion and humanity as well as anger and frustration with regards
to the bloodshed and violence of the war that continues to affect everybody's
lives to varying extents on this small and otherwise quite tranquil isle.
All experiences that have been part of my education here; from political
to cultural to personal.
I am however ready to leave Sri Lanka whether it be temporarily or otherwise.
Ready to take the experiences gained here and use them in my life elsewhere.
I look forward to seeing the 'green green grass of home' in the British
summertime - though believe me I'm fully aware that it's always somewhat
greener from the 'other side.'
Only one thing blights my departure though and that's the escalating
situation up north and therefore in the rest of the country too, at the
moment. In discussion over dinner last night with several friends from
both local and overseas backgrounds but all either permanent or fairly
long-term residents here, the chat turned to my departure. 'Good time to
get out!' remarked someone. 'But I'd be worried to be leaving now' offered
another friend who although not born in Sri Lanka has spent all her adult
life and brought up two young children here. "Not for myself but for my
country I wouldn't like to leave as it is now,' she added. 'I'd feel like
I was running out on someone I love when they were down.'
I share that emotion to a fair extent, but like all Sri Lanka's residents
can only hope for change for the better in the near future. This only goes
to prove to me, that for this last six months, throughout my albeit temporary
stay in Sri Lanka, it has indeed become my spiritual home and this will
last in my memories, my heart, my mind and in my soul, forever.
What you missed
We are publishing below the following paragraphs that had inadvertently
been left out from Neville de Silva's Thoughts from London column, titled
'Not a gentleman's game any more':
The business of sport is not a sporting business. You can bet your last
rupee or whatever currency you deal with in these days of globalisation
and free capital movement, it is just not cricket.
Cynics, of course, will argue that to expect business to be sporting-that
is fair and gentlemanly- is as ludicrous as expecting pigs to fly or President
Mugabe to embrace his country's white farmers and bequeath to them even
more land.
Those who rise in high dudgeon at such denigration of the business community
are reminded of that story from ancient Greece. There was this fussy old
philosopher who went round the market place with a lantern looking for
an honest man. Search as he would, Diogenes could not find one.
Naturally, say the cynics. Only a fool would look for honesty in the
market place. If anything has changed today it is for the worse.
My own understanding of ancient Greece, unfortunately, is limited to
the theories of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates and the like and classical theatre.
I could never wrap my mind successfully round Pythagoras who added to the
miseries of our schooldays with the usual confusion worse confounded.
Whether the cynics are correct and Diogenes' failure to find an honest
man in ancient Greece was because grease and oiling of palms goes that
far back is a matter that is best established by those who dig into the
past, metaphorically speaking.
But it is interesting to note that the greatest sporting event in history
began in Greece. |