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The story of 'the Podi Hamuduruwo'
To hear that a friend has been recognised for his creative efforts is indeed welcome news. Particularly when he has not been in the limelight but has, in his own quiet way, tried to produce something worthwhile. So when I read that Punchi (ex-civil servant P. G. Punchihewa) had won the annual Literary Award for the Best Children's Literature, I was happy.

The award is for his latest creation, 'Podi Hamuduruwo Saha Venath Katha' - a collection of seven lovely little stories. Using simple words and short sentences, he develops the plot in each story cleverly - and each is just the right length for little ones to read and enjoy. Some of them have a moral, like 'Eladenage Vasanawa' - the story of a cow about to be slaughtered being saved by a little girl when the animal escaped from the slaughter house and made a bee line to little Ruvini's home seeing the gate wide open. Ruvini not only gets the father to save the cow by paying some money but also gives up eating meat thereafter.

Some stories are quite amusing. In 'Poto Mahattaya' the photographer has a time in getting the children of the Daham Pasala to pose for the group photograph only to find half of them gazing at a bird who flew over them just as he was about to click the camera. Of course, they knew about it only after the film roll was developed!

The Gunasena publication is well illustrated by Sybil Wettasinghe in her inimitable style and the print, using big type is extremely clean.

Among Punchi's other children's books are 'Baby Aiyage Bakki Karattaya', 'Avidina Pambaya', 'Ratagiya Massa' and 'Aththa Banda Wewa' . The first three have been translated into English and are being used as reading material in schools in Indonesia. (Punchi spent 17 years in Jakarta on a UN assignment after his assignment as Secretary, Ministry of Coconut Industries). Incidentally, 'Pol Gaha' is another of his works for children.

Punchi began writing when he was Government Agent, Moneragala. He describes the trials and tribulations of a peasant in his maiden effort 'Ganabol Polowa' (The Hard Earth). 'Piyek Saha Puthek' is another novel he wrote. He has also translated Thor Heyerdahl's 'Kotiki Expedition' for the benefit of young ones.

Two more of his books are in print. One is titled 'Palayanna' (Fugitive), a translation of a novel based on an Indonesian guerilla which Punchi describes as 'an absorbing story'. First written by an Indonesian, it has been translated into English by an Australian writer. The other is a book for children. He has titled it 'Mehi Pancha'.

Mixed feelings
I came back after a performance by the immensely popular pair, Bathiya and Santush with mixed feelings. They are top performers - there is no doubt about it. That is why they have done 60 shows this year, as they claimed prior to the October Jamboree at the Royal College Sports complex, where massive crowds turned up to see them perform.

As for their Sinhala songs, I am somewhat confused as to what we can call them. They have a style of their own. We have been hearing their 'Nannane Na Nana Nana' and 'Denga Dena Deno' over and over again over the TV channels. Are they new interpretations to the traditional 'Vannams' and other folk tunes? May be, their compositions are meant essentially for the new (or 'now') generation and not for oldies like us. And they wouldn't win awards at festivals unless they are being highly appreciated. (They have just been invited for a music festival in Yugoslavia, it was announced).

To perform non-stop for nearly two and a half hours is in itself an achievement. And the way youngsters responded to their call to join in the fun, they obviously are the biggest draw today.

Incidentally, just before the final item, they invited everybody to stand for 'the Bathiya Santush anthem'. We did too but were curious. And then they sang 'Nannane Nana Nana' (they had started the show with it). I was even more confused.

Rhuani's journey
By Vidushi Seneviratne
"One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different." Though Pablo Picasso's words don't make much sense at first, all I needed was to watch Rhuani Rambukwelle at work in front of me, to realize this was true. "I have no clue about what I'm going to paint. It'll come to me, as I go on with it," she said smiling, as she mounted a wooden board on an easel.

For Rhuani painting is not unfamiliar ground, with her professional life revolving around designing. Working from home, she does company profiles, logos, brochures and basically anything to do with art. Though painting so far is just a pastime, she is certain that it will eventually become a profession.

Never "formally" trained at an art class, she initially took to it after a friend encouraged her to paint. Her artistic streak probably came from her father's family, with her grandfather being a one time art master at Trinity College and her father, who passed away recently, being a painter himself. But this artist attributes her ability to the religious upliftment which she found later in her life. Having held 11 exhibitions so far, Rhuani's latest will be titled "The Journey Back". It was during a stay in England, that the idea of holding this exhibition, initially blossomed. "Some friends and I saw the most beautiful sunset. Being the nature lover that I am, I convinced them to stop at different places, so that I could photograph all its stages." Since it was this journey back that prompted her to hold the exhibition, the title was decided.

It was while she was at school, Ladies' College, that Rhuani's talent was initially noticed. As part of an exchange programme organised by the principal, the students had the chance of befriending a penpal and exchanging paintings. Rhuani's painting was so commended that the ambassador of the country concerned opted to keep it.

After school, she did creative designing at Grants, and this stint helped her decide exactly what she wanted to do with her life. She mixes the texture of her paintings by using oil paints, water colours, acrylics, pencil colours, felt pens and now even led pencils. Since canvases are quite expensive, the more economical MDF boards are used. Rhuani initially began her artistic work by painting greeting cards. Each card took about five minutes to do, and she used to display thousands at her initial exhibitions, but now concentrates more on paintings. Her late father having been a huge pillar of support, she plans to dedicate this exhibition to him. "The Journey Back" will be held on October 17, 18 and 19 at the Lionel Wendt gallery.

Philharmonic revived
"An Evening of Sacred Music" by the Philharmonic Choir
Prof. Gerald Cooray founded the Colombo Philharmonic Choir in 1955 by amalgamating the Kollupitiya Methodist Choir with the choir of the Maradana Methodist Church where he was both organist and Choirmaster.

Till Prof. Gerald Cooray left Sri Lanka to work in Nigeria in 1967, the Colombo Philharmonic choir went from strength to strength with choral performances both secular and sacred. The annual Christmas concert was an occasion the musical fraternity of Colombo looked for in eager anticipation and was not disappointed.

The cooperation of the Symphony Orchestra was also obtained on occasions to the mutual benefit, no doubt, of both. A considerable number of concerts were also given by the choir without accompaniment (a capella), with its demands.

Lylie Godridge, took over the Choir in the '70s, but after his death in 1998 the choir faced the problem of a suitable director and the attendance declined. No improvement in attendance or in the commitment by members of the Choir was forthcoming and the choir was unable to function properly due to poor attendance.

This year saw the choir resume practices under Manilal Weerakoon, who apart from being the leader of the French Horns in the Symphony Orchestra of Sri Lanka and one of its conductors, had also been a member of the "Interlude Singers". He is a product of the choir of S. Thomas' College, Mt. Lavinia during the time of Rev. Bowyer Yin. The choir gave an "Evening of Sacred Music" at the St. Andrew's Church in Kollupitiya on September 27. It had the usual mix of solos, duets, quartets and music for full Choir made popular during the time of Lylie Godridge.

The choir has an excellent balance with good tonal quality and accurate singing which augurs well for the future.

The two altos held their own quite well against almost a dozen sopranos and ten male voices. They could do with a few more, however.

The Church of St. Andrews' lends itself to choral and instrumental music due to its excellent acoustics. The Church, I believe, has ideas of developing its strategic site and ambience to encourage more such musical performances in the future, including lunchtime concerts.

The pipe organ, which was used by Spencer-Shepherd for her Sunday recitals over Radio Ceylon, in addition to the Church services, is being restored and could contribute to this endeavour.

The electronic organ used for accompanying the choir, though adequate and skilfully handled by Denham Pereira, has its limitations.

The choir, which has had many ups and downs since its heyday in the fifties and sixties showed the potential for more things to come in the future.
Dr. Lalith Perera

Once again a classical treat from Robin Zebaida
British pianist Robin Zebaida will perform at The British Council onThursday, October 24 at 7 p.m.

Described after a Liszt recital as 'a pianist of Herculean stamina', Robin Zebaida enjoys a flourishing international career. In the first half of this year alone he has performed in the USA, Canada, Hong Kong, South Africa and Australia, where his Sydney recital was reported as achieving 'a warmth and empathy with the audience rarely seen'.

At home in London, he has performed at various venues including St John's Smith Square and the Queen Elizabeth Hall.

Wide ranging and versatile recital performances encompass not only standard repertoire from Bach to Gershwin but also many unfamiliar or neglected composers. Particular areas of interest include Russian music, orchestral and vocal transcriptions, and music for the left hand. A former recipient of awards from the Ann Driver Trust, which supports musical education, Robin Zebaida also enjoys the opportunity to combine recital tours with teaching. As well as individual coaching for pianists and chamber groups, he gives masterclasses around the globe in English, French and German. He has examined for the Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music since 1998. His programme in Colombo will include works by Chopin, Tchaikovsky and Godowsky and three English pieces by Ireland, Vaughan Williams and Moeran.

Rekindling the saga of a Vihare and King Sirisanghabodhi
The Department of Archaeology has recently published a booklet entitled, the Hatthikucchi Viharaya. This vihara has been referred to in the Visuddhimagga of Buddhaghosa Thera as an abode suitable for Vidarshana Bhavana. It has been kept on par with the Mahinda guha associated with Arahat Mahinda.

In recent years the Hatthikucchi Vihara has drawn the attention of Buddhists and students of archaeology, for this place is supposed to be, according to some, the venue of king Sirisanghabodhi's head-offering.

This proposition displeased a number of writers, for it goes against the popular view, that the incident took place at Attanagalla in the Western province.

There are two main reasons in favour of the adherents of the Hatthikucchi Vihara theory. In one of the inscriptions discovered at this vihara site there appears a word, Ati-Kuci. It has been interpreted as a term from which the word Attanagalla has been derived. The other reason in favour of the Hatthikucchi theory is the existence of a vatadage among the ruins there.

One or two letters in the word Attikuci in the inscription cannot be satisfactorily read due to exposure to the elements. Therefore the reading is rather doubtful. The existence of a vatadage is no proof, for the Hatthavanagalla Viharavamasa states that a two-storied pasada had been erected at the site of the head-offering. Thus there are pros and cons on deciding the location of the place of head-offering.

Sirisaman Vijetunga's book would undoubtedly arouse the interest of historians and archaeologists again. The author has rightfully sketched the history of the Vihara and that of the pious king Sirisanghabodhi who lived in the third century. The chapter on inscriptions and the ruins is well illustrated and its contents are informative. The other chapters are generally lucid and readable.

Tate unveils huge sculpture
One of the world's biggest indoor sculptures has gone on display at London's Tate Modern. The work, which measures almost 150 metres in length and is 10 storeys high, spans the entire entrance of the art gallery.

Turner Prize winner Anish Kapoor hopes that his sculpture, Marsyas, will have the "wow factor".

It has taken 40 people about six weeks to build the sculpture for the gallery's Turbine Hall. The sculpture, which is 23 metres wide and 35 metres high, consists of three steel rings, connected by a specially-made PVC membrane.

Two rings are positioned vertically, at each end of the space, while the third is suspended above the bridge spanning the centre of the Tate.

The space demanded something big, says Kapoor. It remains to be seen whether he has broken the record for the biggest sculpture indoors. But he said he had just done what the "notoriously difficult space" had demanded. "It's a big thing because it needs to be a big thing. One hopes that it's a deep thing." He said he hoped people's reaction would be: "You walk in and you probably can't help but go: "Wow what's that?"'

The design aims to humanise the industrial feel of the former power station. It is impossible to see the entire sculpture from any one position. It was a sculpture to walk through but not around, he said. The artist's previous works have ranged from powdered pigment sculptures to gigantic installations both in and outdoors. The current sculpture's title refers to Marsyas, the satyr in Greek mythology, who was flayed alive by the god Apollo.


Futility or utility of 'words, words, words'?
By Carlton Samarajiwa
The final outcome of the peace talks and the euphoria surrounding them may rest in the lap of the gods. The immediate reality, however, is that the representatives of three groups of people, three races, met in the congenial surroundings of Sattahip in the Kingdom of Thailand from September 16-18 to talk about a harrowing Sri Lankan crisis, a crisis between two races - Sinhala and Tamil. They talked about the crisis and will continue to talk for many more months, even years.

Another reality is that the language of their talks was and will be neither Sinhala nor Tamil nor Norwegian; it was and will be English. There was and there will be no need for interpreters, as in previous talks. English will do. Come to think of it, it was 'Sinhala Only' that was one (though not the only) cause of the crisis. A few years after the Bandaranaike election sweep of 1956, the late S. W. R. D. Bandaranaike asked at a public meeting in Kandy, "Sahodaravaruni, bhashava kannada? (Comrades, can you eat language?"

Language is not food for the hungry. However, the language of a people is more than a medium of communication. They will fight unto the death for their right to use it because each nation values its tongue as a sacred heritage.

Watching and listening to the telecasts of the Sattahip talks, we were filled with awe for the English language and the finesse with which it was used by Professor G. L. Peiris and also Dr. Anton Balasingham and Mr. Erik Solheim, each in his own fashion. Professor Peiris, however, outshone the others with his noble monument of English prose. The momentous occasion was given magnificence by his masterful use of the English language, reminding us of similar statements made during similar moments in history by outstanding personages such as Winston Churchill, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru and Martin Luther King. What could other mortals among us like the populist Sinhalese politicians have said on such an occasion except to utter rabble-rousing profanities and vulgarisms in Sinhala like the ones in their banal posters that deface the city walls and at their well-orchestrated janatha reli?

Here at Sattahip was from Professor Peiris's tongue a flow of the English language to hold us and the adversaries in the national conflict in thrall. He reminded us of one of the greatest writers of all time, William Shakespeare, who wrote those memorable words 'There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood leads on to fortune'.

In his concluding phrase, 'as we prepare to keep our tryst with destiny', he reminded us of the reference to 'a moment in history' in Nehru's memorable midnight address at the dawn of Indian Independence on August 15, 1947: "Long years ago, we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time has come when we shall redeem our pledge... At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will wake to life and freedom.

A moment comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment, we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her people, and to the still larger cause of humanity."

Professor Peiris also reproduced the music of the cadences and the felicities of rhythm of Martin Luther King's famous speech "...that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I have a dream..."

The former Vice Chanceller of the University of Colombo also resonated Churchill's famous, 'blood, sweat and tears' words. And a million listeners and viewers began to wonder if all this grandiloquent language, without rancour and acrimony, was (God forbid) going to be in vain.

Ironically, Professor Peiris reminded us of the late S. W. R. D. Bandaranaike's keynote speech as Leader of the House on the momentous occasion of Sri Lanka's independence from British rule: "We must not, we cannot, allow the newly regained freedom to run the risk of remaining merely a theoretical concept, a thing dead and without real meaning for the mass of the people. We must see that it quickens into a life of greater happiness and prosperity for us all."

Norwegian peace facilitator Erik Solheim quoted Mahatma Gandhi: "There is no path to peace; peace is the path". Will these great words echoed by the participants in a peace process after decades of defiance bring an end to a two-decade-old civil war and hold the promise of a better human condition, if not for us, at least for future generations?

If they don't, these words, notwithstanding their dignity and vitality, will remain 'words, words, words' - reminding us of Shakespeare again, this time of Hamlet, not Julius Caesar - both tragedies.


Laugh Zone
The club did it
A scientist finds evidence of an actual dinosaur, alive and living in the rain forests of South America. He campaigns in several universities and succeeds in getting a grant to launch an expedition.

Several weeks pass and the expedition party stumble upon a three foot tall pigmy standing near a 300 foot long dead dinosaur.

The scientist approaches the pigmy and exclaims, "Dear Lord! Did you kill this dinosaur?"

"Yep!" replied the pigmy.
"But, it's so big and you're so small!"
"Yep!" replied the pigmy.
"How the hell did you kill it?" inquired the scientist.
"With my club," replied the pigmy.
"How big is your club?" demanded the scientist.
The pigmy replied, "Well, there are about 50 of us!"

Delicious chicken
Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother.

The first said, "I built a big house for our mother."

The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver." The third smiled and said, "I've got you both beat. You remember how mom enjoyed reading the Bible? And you know she can't see very well. So I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the entire Bible. It took elders in the church 12 years to teach him. He's one of a kind. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot recites it."

Soon thereafter, mom sent out her letters of thanks:

"Milton," she wrote to one son, "The house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house."

"Gerald," she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel. I stay at home most of the time , so I rarely use the Mercedes. And the driver is so rude!"

"Dearest Donald," she wrote to her third son, "You have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious."

At General's discretion
As the crowded airliner is about to take off, the peace is shattered by a five-year-old boy who picks that moment to throw a wild temper tantrum. No matter what his frustrated, embarrassed mother does to try to calm him down, the boy continues to scream furiously and kick the seats around him.

From the rear of the plane, an elderly man in the uniform of an Air Force General walks slowly forward up the aisle.

Stopping the flustered mother with an upraised hand, the courtly, soft-spoken General leans down and, motioning toward his chest, whispers something into the boy's ear. Instantly, the boy calms down, and sits quietly as his mother fastens his seat belt.

All the other passengers are relieved and grateful; they smile and nod at the General with gestures of thanks as he slowly makes his way back to his seat.

One of the cabin attendants approaches the General. "Excuse me, Sir," she asks quietly, "but could I ask you what magic words you used on that little boy?"

The old man smiles serenely and confides, "I showed him my pilot's wings, service stars, and battle ribbons, and explained that they entitle me to throw one passenger out the plane door, on any flight I choose."


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