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First shelled, then gassed, now 'coaled'?
Life in Newcastle, north England, was once easy-going. Its chief source
of economic sustenance were the coal mines which gave birth to the aphorism
- 'Don't carry coals to Newcastle!'
The only complaint about the town was the smoggy haze from the mines.
As the years rolled by, with locomotives switching from coal, to steam
and later to electricity, a slump hit the coal-market. Unemployment and
economic crises strangled coal producing countries. They had to find fresh
markets or perish.
Before long they dangled the coal-carrot, as a means of cheap power,
before developing nations, whose short-sighted leaders swallowed it.
This carrot seems to be on offer to us too. Cheaply, for a start, and
once the bait is swallowed, these altruistic, coal producers are sure to
raise their prices, blaming world-market trends, like the way we were 'shelled'
and 'gassed' recently by a multinational.
This would be in addition to the atmospheric pollution which resulted
in a high incidence of lung-ailments in Newcastle, as pointed out to me
by a medic there in the seventies.
In north Nepal's village of Dolol Ghat, bordering Tibet, I have seen
farmers using improvised hand-powered machines to extract hydropower from
the river Sun Kosi, for agriculture. It maybe worthwhile exploring other
possible sources of energy like solar power, on a household basis, and/or
tapping our plentiful river ways like in Nepal before rushing into large-scale
ventures like coal-plants.
Sam Wickramasinghe
Minuwangoda
Food for thought
The decision by the government to provide a meal to schoolchildren is commendable.
On the very day it was announced, I had a heartbreaking experience in the
school where I teach. I was taking an English lesson for Grade 6 students
and asked what they had for breakfast. Most children said what they ate.
"I had nothing," was the answer of three girls.
At the end of the period, wanting them to practise speech, I asked each
pupil individually, "What will you eat in the interval?" Those three girls
told me what they had brought. But when the bell rang for the interval
and the pupils grabbed their tiffin, the three girls sat under a tree to
watch the younger children playing . They had nothing to eat.
A.K. Lalith Kumara
Lihiriyagama
Crossing barriers to protect art
In these times when one hears of horrendous acts of religious bigotry,
words cannot describe the emotion one feels when reading about the restoration
work on the shattered stained glass windows of St. Paul's Church in Kandy.
The stained glass - more than two centuries old - depicting the Nativity,
Crucifixion and Ascension was shattered due to the impact of the LTTE bomb
at the Dalada Maligawa.
H.K.A. Gunasekera of the Moratuwa University and Prof. Nimal Silva had
undertaken the near-impossible task of piecing together the fragmented
bits of glass. Our heartfelt thanks go to Mr. Gunasekera, a Buddhist who
transcending all barriers has performed a Herculean task. Neither he nor
Prof. Silva have sought monetary gain or publicity for their effort.
As L.B. Senaratne aptly puts it: "Their work of sheer determination
with the sole intention of preserving this beautiful piece of art has crossed
all religious and racial barriers and for that a nation must revere these
silent heroes."
Dilhara Liyanage
Kandy
Bring in UN resolution to protect Heritage sites
Some World Heritage sites are preserved and nurtured with funds given by
the UN through Unesco.
Yet they face the risk of destruction by fanatics who may capture power
in the countries where they are sited.
The plight of the Bamiyan Buddha statues is an example.
The UN at its next session should find ways and means of protecting
these World Heritage sites.
Even military action should be resorted to, should the need arise.
President Chandrika Kumaratunga should show the civilized world the
concern of civilized people by presenting a resolution to this effect.
Jayadeva Mayadunne
Anuradhapura
Don't turn big match into political pandu
Had I not been travelling in the last few weeks I would have responded
much earlier to the curious explanations offered by Anura Tennekoon and
Sunil Peiris (Sunday Times, March 11) on why Minister S.B. Dissanayake's
son and some friends were admitted to the Royal-Thomian match without tickets.
If Dissanayake senior had had the innate sense to send his son to S.Thomas'
and the latter the intelligence to enter it- well Royal too-he could have
bought himself a ticket as others did, to watch the match.
But no. He behaves in a boorish manner as ministerial progeny are wont
to do these days and apparently even threatens to have the match stopped.
No nondescript Dissanayake is going to stop the Royal-Thomian, let Dissanayake
junior rest assured.
But what concerns me more than the name-wielding and childish behaviour
of the sons of ministers (and high officials too) is the craven manner
of the two officials who bowed obsequiously at the first mention of a minister's
name.
While accepting that they were responsible for allowing S.B. Dissanayake's
son- and some of his friends too, mind you-into the grounds to watch the
match, neither Mr. Tennekoon nor Mr. Peiris offers any justifiable explanation
for this kowtowing except mentioning that it was a minister's son.
Are we to take it that this is the only reason why junior Dissanayake
and his friends were let loose on the grounds? So what if he was a minister's
son? Does that give him special dispensation to watch the match free? Has
the Royal-Thomian match been converted into a soft-touch for politicians
and their offspring?
May I ask Mr. Tennekoon and Mr. Peiris, who appear to be falling over
each other to be "gracious", whether they would accord the same facilities
if the sons and daughters of other ministers turned up at the gates of
the cricket board demanding admission? Where does one draw the line?
Seeing that Sri Lanka has the largest cabinet of ministers in the world,
we would surely need a den larger than that of Ali Baba's to accommodate
all the kith and kin.
As an old Thomian, I resent the attitude of Mr. Tennekoon (who was junior
to me in school) and Mr. Peiris. The bane of this country is that officials
have been trying to sell themselves for a mess of political potage.
I hope the Royal-Thomian cricket match which has stood for well over
a century, will not be turned into a political pandu by macho ministerial
sons who believe they are god's gift to society. It is time they were told
they have no special privileges-not at the Royal Thomian match, anyway.
Neville de Silva
London
Ups and downs of common bread
White inspite of the kneading by dirty hands.
Fluffy to take up a plate of dhal curry
Though baked in the heat unbearable
All in one place
After being dumped into the van,
On to the tables and then
Upon the plate.
Friend of the poor
Yet making kings at every election.
Sobbing for the man
Who sweats at the flames
But bears up hunger pangs all the time.
Dr. (Mrs.) Mayondi Rajapaksha
Karapitiya
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