He 
              is not Wariyapola Sri Sumangala, but he stirred the pot 
                
              Ven Athureliye Ratana did a Wariyapola Sri Sumangala, and look who 
              is complaining - it's Sarath Amunugama. Amunugama called the Thera's 
              sermon to the donor community a "disgrace to the country'' 
              and therefore gave it much more legitimacy than if he had not referred 
              to it at all. 
             Ratana 
              was a Herman Hesse character. Like a mendicant he came off the streets 
              with a shoulder bag. Pinstriped power-suited donors looked at him 
              with patronising bemusement. But Ratana did the Herman Hesse's Siddhartha 
              on them. He came at them in a Western language. 
             For 
              a moment the President and Ratana were eyeball to eyeball. It was 
              the President who blinked. Maybe warranted, maybe not, but all this 
              has led to the romanticisation, and even the mythicisation of Ratana's 
              address to the donor community, with certain Sri Lankan dailies 
              raising cheers from their Editorial columns. 
             It 
              may have crossed the President's mind that her father's assassin 
              was a Buddhist monk. Ven Ratana won't kill anybody, but he just 
              assassinated the President's speech. She had said she was willing 
              to lay down her life for the Joint Mechanism. It was a kidney punch 
              aimed at the garrulous JVP's nationalist eager-beavers within her 
              party who won the first round, scuttling the tsunami JM before it 
              moved properly onto its flight path. 
             But 
              in place of the Somarama type assassin in monk's garb -- the portrait 
              that was painted by the President when she talked of lurking threats 
              to her life -- there was a pacifist monk who spoke the donor's lingo, 
              and charmed his way at teatime into the Bretton Woods circle having 
              tea with a spot of milk with the fabled Mr Peter Harrold himself. 
             It 
              was a clean short-circuiting of symbolism - - the President's symbol 
              , carefully crafted into a ringing address, fell to a side when 
              the monk did the Herman Hesse, and in Siddhartha style managed to 
              tell the donors "we do not carry guns, but we just want to 
              save our souls.'' 
             The 
              romanticism that followed was thick - - - and it was not just the 
              President that blinked, even the TNA demurred, and by Friday the 
              Tiger quisling so-called, was saying the President gave a brave 
              speech even though "now it is time for action.'' 
             The 
              Western nations got a good skit of what real freedom of speech looks 
              like. If this was George W. Bush's speech being upstaged, handlers 
              would have arrived and hauled away Ratana, as if he was a lump of 
              Seattle WTO protester garbage. A Harvard student who once booed 
              Bush said "if you want to heckle the President of the United 
              States, you need to have money in your pocket.'' He was taken away 
              by the police, and fined. 
             But, 
              the real alchemy here is that there is a blurring of identities. 
              Consider this: after Ratana's speech - - the TNA is praising the 
              President, Ratana himself is having tea with Peter Harrold, and 
              the JVP learns that it's useless rising to Ratana's bait. To outdo 
              him they take the easier way of saying that the President washed 
              the country's dirty linen before the donors. 
             In 
              all, it has lent to a certain political cosmopolitanism in the central 
              political space. But in the borders, the President's policy gets 
              even more isolated.. 
             She 
              doesn't have the political goodwill she enjoyed December 26th 2004. 
              Since then, the LTTE is reaching for the skies with an airstrip, 
              139 child soldiers have been recruited says the UNICEF chief and 
              after the Kaushalayan killing the assassination spiral has led to 
              a general mutual distrust between the LTTE and the state and semi-state 
              forces. 
             If 
              that's not enough she is also delivered a black eye in the form 
              of the Sethusamuduran project. The so called Indian Ocean's Suez 
              will be reality says Indian authorities after Cabinet authorised 
              dredging, despite fears of environmental disaster.  
             India 
              has also raised its voice over the LTTE's ambitions saying that 
              the fact that the most organised terrorist group has acquired air 
              capability is not a good omen at all. But it's as if India is punishing 
              Sri Lanka for the LTTE presence in its soil. The Sethu project was 
              no doubt an independent Indian government initiative that has nothing 
              to do with India's policy towards the LTTE. 
             But 
              this coincidence comes too close for comfort. India bashers such 
              as the Editorialist last Sunday are almost in hysterics. It's a 
              recipe made for political gridlock. The President must be being 
              advised that the only way to go forward in this situation of being 
              hemmed in from all sides is to do nothing. 
             But 
              to be locked into prevailing reality offers only analgesic relief 
              -- it might take the pain away aspirin-fast, but in the long run 
              there is a risk of placing too much stress on the system. The Kandy 
              donor speech seemed to indicate that the President is moving towards 
              taking that one political decision in her life that will really 
              count. 
             She 
              wants to be bigger than her family album portrait image. She even 
              wants to die like her father did. In a manner of speaking that's 
              just what she said. Her political instinct of going out in glory 
              is tugging at her heart, or is she bluffing? She wants to be a Mandela, 
              celebrated and fading into the sunset basking in the glow of sincere 
              admiration, but when doing the Mandela seems out of the question, 
              she is veering towards a Mahathma Gandhi, even if a Naturam Godse 
              - - an extremist from her own community - - slugs a bullet in her 
              face?? 
             It's 
              said that political landscapes change because politicians like to 
              push the reality to the limits. In Sri Lanka that breed of statesman 
              has been in hiding, which means that in the long term, politics 
              becomes the theatre of the unplanned absurdity. President Kumaratunga 
              can decide that the only way out of this dreary logjam is to cause 
              a political tectonic shift, an induced tsunami, by signing the Joint 
              Mechanism with the Tigers. 
             At 
              least it will force most everybody to take up practical positions 
              - - the Indians, the Ratanas the JVP the TNA. The meandering chess 
              pieces will return to their opening positions -- and from there, 
              who plays the best opening gambit wins. She seems to be figuring 
              out that it's better to have this rematch than to move in the current 
              state of extended stalemate.  |