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A gift of hope from IT students
By Sonali Siriwardena
Agroup of students from the Informatics Institute of Technology (IIT) in Wellawatte have now joined hands with the Sri Lankan cricket team to raise funds for the Hope Cancer Hospital. The hospital is to be built within the Maharagama Cancer Hospital premises and will have 750 beds.

Aindri Hurulle, Vice-Chairperson of the Committee for Helping Hope and a third-year Business Studies student said that the idea to get involved in the project first came as she read an advertisement about the Hope Cancer Hospital in the media. "I came across these ads around May this year, and it struck me that maybe we too could make a contribution. So I discussed it with my friends and brainstormed as to what we could do to help raise the necessary funds," she said.

"Most of us have been former members of Interact Clubs while in school, so initiating a project of this nature did not seem such a daunting task thanks to the experience we had gained through participating in similar projects organized by Interact," said Aindri.

The Committee For Helping Hope was formed soon after, comprising student representatives from both the Information Systems and Business Studies sections of IIT, including Eshan Mendis and Charith Atukorala (Joint Project Chairpersons), Aindri Hurulle (Vice Chair), Ashani Jayawardena and Shashika Senerath (Treasurers), Thivanka Kodikara and Sharon Gauder (Joint Secretaries) and Mayanthi Ratwatte, Navinda Muthuthanthri and Romesh Daniels (sub-committee members).

"The Hope Cancer Hospital project had set a target of Rs. 75 million, so once we banded together, the first thing we did was to decide how much of a contribution we could make," adds Joint Project Chairperson Charith Atukorala. "We decided on raising one million rupees through box cards, each worth a thousand rupees where the contributions made would be purely voluntary."

The Committee's objectives in organizing this project were three-fold. "We wanted to increase awareness about the Hope Cancer Hospital among the public and to collect Rs. one million for the project. And we also thought we could be the intermediary through which individuals could make small contributions towards the cause," Aindri said.

Once the plan was mapped out, the committee got the approval of their Dean, who was more than supportive of the whole project, which is incidentally the first community project to be initiated on such a large scale at IIT. "Mr. Mahesh Pasquel, Project Chairman of the Hope Cancer Hospital helped us and directed us to Spencer Manuelpillai, Acct. Director of Phoenix O & M (Pvt) Ltd, who helped us with printing the cards and posters and finding sponsors," Charith said.

Their programme began with a launch cum awareness programme on June 4 conducted at IIT and will end with a walk on August 11.

"The walk will start from the IIT premises at Wellawatte and will be followed by a ceremony to hand over the cash collected to the officials of the Hope Cancer Hospital. We have no income from this project so right now we are looking for a way to sponsor the refreshments for the walk.

"But we welcome anyone willing to participate in the walk to join us and contribute in some little way to the cause," Andri said.

For more details contact: Charith on 766459 or Aindri on 697128 or the Hope Cancer Hospital on 672820.

A happy b'day, village style
While taking an early morning walk, I am greeted by a little voice shouting "good morning". It is one of the little kids I know. His mother is drying him off after a wash at the well. I am partial to this child, because, whenever we meet he always begs to be told a story. I give it my best as I love to see his reactions - the teller and the listener enjoy every moment of the interlude. Now he announced that it was his sister's birthday, and his mother invited me to have a piece of milk rice with them.

I stepped into their little abode. There in the middle of the kitchen table was placed a plate of milk rice topped with a candle. The mother called her daughter, as she quickly dressed the little boy to be taken to the nearby nursery. Then she brought me the customary glass of water and I touched the tray. The birthday girl came in beaming, fresh and clean, and ready for school. The mother lit the candle and the girl blew it while I said "happy birthday". Then we all clapped as she cut the milk rice and served it to us. Lunu miris, with a good sprinkling of maldive fish was special to the day as was tea with milk.

Everybody ate laughing and talking; there was no birthday cake, no birthday presents. But it didn't seem to matter. The children in the village do not pester their parents for goodies. A very special treat would be yellow rice or fried rice.

Rice is the staple diet of the village. People will eat it in the morning with a little milk. In the afternoon - on the worst days - they would have kiri hodi and a mallun. The evening will be rice again with leftovers. Meat and fish are not an everyday occurrence. Sprats and eggs will be eaten at least once a week, and if it is cheap -small fish.

Noodles are substituted for rice on good days with a lentil curry. Yams, breadfruit and jak are used, to give bulk to a meal when the price of rice increases or money is short.

When one walks into a village shop, it is easy to assess the buying power of the inhabitants. Today most of the items sold in the nearby boutique come in the smallest pack or are sold loose. People are finding it difficult to make ends meet. The problem is compounded by the lack of rain that has made the ground crack, and people having to trudge to the nearest well that may not have run dry.

Good clean water is a necessity for drinking and the preparation of food. I observe a woman putting a garden hose over the fence, so that those who come to her for water could fill up. I ask her why she does not let them draw water from her well, as pumping the water will send her electricity bill up. "No," she whispers. "If someone sees the water in the well and exclaims over it the water might dry up"! After awhile, somebody, on the other side of the fence, shouts out asking if the water has been turned off. "No," she says: "most probably the tank has run out of water." That is all she can afford to give. They leave looking for another place to collect some water. No water bowsers are seen in this area.

People in the village are used to walking long distances, and do not have the problem of combating excess fat. But psychosomatic diseases seem to be rife: most women complain of asthma, and hypertension and are on medication.

Clinics are full, as people seek assistance to stave off strokes and heart attacks. Chintha, a woman I know suffers from hypertension and asthma. She attends a monthly clinic where they test her for diabetes, blood sugar and cholesterol. On the crook of her arm is a bluish nodule, which she says is the result of their drawing blood on a monthly basis. So I explain to Chintha that if she had diabetes, she would also have some symptoms and it is not necessary to have Cholesterol tests once a month. Why doesn't she question her doctor? She says he will think her presumptuous. On two occasions, he had shown his displeasure, when she had not done the tests. This was because he was on leave, and the temporary replacement had questioned the validity of her attendance, as there didn't seem much wrong with her!

Perhaps the increase in bus fares since last week might be a deterrent to Chintha attending that clinic, thus giving her a chance to get over her fear of illness and being a slave to pills. From the village to the town it is now an extra Rs.2.50. To Colombo even the public transport charges Rs.20 extra.

The women sit dejected. How can they earn some money? Most of them cannot afford to meet the Rs.5 they have to pay to their small savings and credit groups while others are unable to pay their consumer loans.

No money, no money. How can we find some money, is the question on every one's lips, at present. Doors are closed securely in the evening. Somebody might get desperate, but nobody wishes it to be at a cost to living.


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