Beware
of Avurudu crackers
Avurudu is a time of joy. It's fun for adults and children alike.
It's freedom regained for many. Clad in new clothes, surrounded
by friends and relations, it's time to relax, time to
celebrate. And firecrackers play a vital role in the celebrations.
In the old days
there were 'cheena patas'. They were harmless stuff making a big
noise. Today's crackers are different. They are deadly. Unlike 'cheena
patas', which could even be lit holding it in your hand, today's
crackers can lead to many an accident. One has to be extremely careful
in lighting them.
Carelessness
and negligence can lead to loss of limbs and permanent disablement.
"We have to be alert. The medical staff have no 'avurudu'.
They work round the clock treating accident cases," says Dr
Hector Weerasinghe, Director of the Colombo National Hospital.
Crackers plus
liquor is a dangerous combination. "Once we had the case of
a young man, who in his 'avurudu' mood lit the cracker just the
way he would light a cigarette. Keeping the cracker between his
lips, he lit it. The result was disastrous. Half his face was gone,"
Dr Weerasinghe said during a media conference arranged by Eagle
Insurance to highlight the media's role during the festive season
in warning the public about the dangers of being careless with crackers.
There was Father
Ernest Porutota to relate the sad story of how he became a cracker
victim while leading a procession at the Kotte church some years
ago. Marching ahead of him was a large number of children. Just
behind him was the statue of Our Lady.
As the procession
was moving out of the church premises, Father Porutota noticed a
string of firecrackers hung on a post. Somebody had had the bright
idea of adding some colour (and noise) to the festival although
crackers are seldom used at church festivals.
"I knew
they were going to light the crackers as the procession was approaching
the road. We were marching on the left side and I quickly got everyone
to cross over to the other side. The children did so, followed by
the others including me. As I was crossing, the crackers went off
and the next moment something hit my eye. It was a stone which ricocheted
when a cracker burst on it," Father Porutota said.
He was rushed
to the hospital and immediate surgery was done. But his eye could
not be saved. The damage was extensive. He later went to Australia
and consulted the best doctors there. They could only equip him
with an artificial eye. "You have got the best possible treatment
in your country. There is nothing more we could do," they told
him.
"I am grateful
to the lady doctor who performed the operation, for doing a perfect
job in saving the optic nerve which enables the eye to move around.
As a result, no one looking at me would say I have only one eye,"
Father Porutota said.
"Take a
lesson from my bitter experience. Tell my story to the people and
try to save lives during the festive season," he appealed.
- D. C. Ranatunga
Let
sleeping dogs lie
After the provincial council elections all is quiet. The sun scorches
the earth relentlessly while people do their daily chores hoping
for rain that would raise the depleted water levels in their wells
and dampen the fields. But, despite the heat, the Easter lilies
are blooming everywhere and the trees are laden with mango and jak.
Fruit of one variety or another could always be seen here. We just
finished a mangosteen season, beli was also sighted and papaya,
banana and sour sop are always available. Veralu, num-num, lovi,
jambu come and go unnoticed. The value of these fruits are not appreciated
by the villagers who allow them to fall and rot under the trees.
But there are
youth who make use of the early dawn or the mantle of night to acquire
the coconut and papaya for their own, as these fetch a good price
in the market at present.
Cotton trees
are also heavily laden at the moment and their soft down lies desolate
under the trees. The pods have burst open and their white depths
could be seen hanging on bare branches etched against a background
of deep green foliage, like a myriad of white bulbs.
Elsewhere, bare
branches are mute reminders that the monkeys are back in their hoards
to attack young shoots, leaves and fruits. Wooden clappers and crackers
are used incessantly to head monkeys away, but they too are wise.
They seem to almost know the movements of the people and usually
perform the deed in stealth.
Now that the
paddy fields have been harvested, cattle are allowed to roam freely
in the fields. But the grass on which they have to graze is dry
and that perhaps is the reason why a herd mistook the straw in our
field for grass and devoured it, much to our annoyance - the straw,
which we had gathered and strewn so carefully to enrich the fields!
I asked the
women why they allowed the cattle to be led into the field. The
answer was that it was better than having a battle of words with
the owner, who being a man would ridicule them to others in the
village.
Silence is golden
in the village. Even if you speak the truth clearly, it is apt to
be misunderstood by those who see it as an encroachment of their
person.
The villagers are quick to take offence, even though most may be
related to each other through marriage. Talking over a "thorny"
issue and compromising in order that both may gain does not seem
to happen in the village. Instead, if they are men they beat each
other up and the women join the fray hurling abuse at each other.
Most often these incidents end up in litigation.
Matters usually
connected with land and the demarcation of boundaries are common
reasons for animosity between families. When jealousy or ill feeling
reaches a peak, a knife is used to settle the issue. Rather disconcerting
when most of these people look very calm and pleasant. So the maxim
"let sleeping dogs lie" comes into its own here and because
of that, the men especially do as they please, and women remain
silent unless their children or family are at the receiving end
- oh gee, then they can put a fish wife to shame!
The national
budget had no impact on the village. It came and went without comment.
Budgets don't feature in the life of the village community. If they
have sufficient for the day that is a "boon". If not,
then they have to find the means of getting some money into their
hands. Educating their children and finding food form the main component
of their expenditure, and now that Sinhala New Year is around the
corner, the family has to be able to afford at least a new suit
each.
In order to
prepare for the New Year and make our own plans to be self-sustainable
in the future, our little band of women met to review what we had
achieved and what attitudes were detrimental to achieving better
results.
We had learned
much through our agricultural programme, (no thanks to the agricultural
officers in the area). But we still had a long way to go in learning
the value of unity and the discipline of good work ethics. Our strength
lay in our ability to 'push on' amidst obstacles. And the women
were thankful for the experience that had enriched their children,
who had worked together happily to help their mothers complete a
task - united to achieve a common goal. These women knew their plus
and minuses, they were honest about themselves.
Listening to
them, hope stirred, like a faint refreshing breeze that strikes
a hiker on a hot and dusty road.
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