Here
we go round and round the RMV!
I submitted an application for a transfer of a vehicle HF 7062 on
March 22, last year. As a year had almost passed without my having
received the certificate of registration I decided to visit the
Department of the Registrar of Motor Vehicles (RMV) on March 17,
2006. After spending the whole morning at the RMV, I was horrified
when following a search it was confirmed that my application had
been lost. I was then requested to come again to the RMV on March
21 with fresh documents and the car for inspection.
When
I visited the RMV at 9.30 a.m. I was told to pay Rs. 100 to have
the car inspected. I wondered as to why I should be called upon
to make payments for a lapse of the RMV when they should really
be compensating me! Anyway I decided to comply. I was shuffled from
pillar to post and it took me over an hour just to make the payment.
Then I was told to bring the vehicle for inspection. This process
again took more than an hour at the end of which a further shock
awaited me.
I was
requested to bring my aged mother, the registered owner of the vehicle,
as her presence was necessary at the time of the inspection of the
vehicle. Why could this have not been told to me previously? Anyway
I complied with this requirement too. It was now 2.30 p.m. I was
happy when I was informed that the certificate of registration would
be given to me by 3.30 p.m. But, alas, my joy was shortlived. At
3.40 p.m. I was informed that due to a systems problem it was not
possible to issue the certificate of registration that day. I was
requested to come again the next day!
I
tried to meet the Commissioner of Motor Traffic (CMT) to explain
my ordeal. A notice outside his office said that he is available
to meet members of the public only on Mondays and Wednesdays. As
it was a Tuesday and not a day on which he meets the public I was
turned away by a security guard. I tried contacting him on his direct
telephone line but without success. His secretary who was not interested
in listening to my tale of woe informed me that if I had a problem
I should fax the copy of the receipt obtained at the time the application
was submitted. My intention of meeting the Commissioner was not
so much to find a remedy to my own problem especially at this late
stage but instead to apprise him of the state of affairs at the
RMV so that he could take corrective measures. It appears that the
Commissioner does not seem to value comments from the public and
is happy to carry on regardless.
I hope
that this letter catches the attention of the powers that be and
that the RMV would provide a satisfactory service to the public
at least in the future.
R. M. Fernando
Via e mail
Give
helpful but helpless wardens more equipment
It was 4.45 p.m. one evening in March. The Minneriya National Park
ticket counter was deserted. We were definitely the last persons
to be allowed entry into the park. I was waiting outside till my
son-in-law bought the tickets.
On the short wall by the car park was seated a person in a uniform
who looked more like a Police Officer. My son-in-law got the entrance
tickets and came to the vehicle and wanted to take something from
the back of the four wheel drive vehicle. He realized that there
was a pineapple that we missed the previous evening which I had
bought to feed the elephants in our Elephant Back Safari Outfit
in Habarana.
The
person in uniform jumped up from his seat and sternly accosted us
and said we cannot feed the elephants in the National Park. After
explaining the misunderstanding, we proceeded to the park but after
driving 20 minutes we were unable to proceed any further as the
road was blocked by a van which had got stuck in a pool of water
in the middle of a culvert. The driver and the tracker were trying
to start it but to no avail. My son-in-law too got down to see what
could be done but we could not budge the van. The driver of the
van, their tracker, our tracker and my son-in-law tried to push
the van out of the water but as the incline was steep it did not
budge.
As
our vehicle had a winch we brought it close to the van and tried
to use it but it too did not work. We had a modern tow rope and
managed to pull the van out of the culvert. At this moment I heard
another vehicle approaching from the opposite direction and as there
was a space for that vehicle to turn into, I jumped out of the vehicle
to stop that vehicle approaching too close to our double cab.
Behold
it was the Park Warden's vehicle coming most probably to check if
we were feeding the elephants. When they saw me on the road out
of the vehicle and trying to direct traffic, the warden shouted
at me for getting out of the vehicle not realizing the situation.
He had all the right to do so, as no one is expected to get out
of their vehicles.
After
realizing the situation he asked us to proceed towing the van behind
us as we did not have enough time to continue our journey to see
some wildlife. We too did not have any other choice as these visitors
in the van (a newly married couple and three elderly people) were
helpless.
All
this could have been avoided if only the trackers had some walkie
talkies and the park had a vehicle with a winch or at least a reliable
tow rope. The park earns enough money to equip the officials with
some of the necessary equipment so that the hard working wardens
and trackers could do a better job. The work of the alert, helpful
and helpless warden would then be more appreciated by all of us.
Siri
De Silva
Kotte
Curb
bread and flour prices
Rice was the staple food of Sri Lankans throughout centuries, but
with the advent of the Portuguese and thereafter the Dutch and the
British, our lifestyle changed and bread became a common substitute
for rice and the staple food of the underprivileged lower and middle
classes.
Those
who couldn't afford to eat rice for all three meals began to eat
bread with a parippu curry or lunumiris or Pol sambol.
But
unlike during the good old days, when bread was sold by pounds (16
ounces) at 16 cts. or less, at a controlled price, today under the
metric system it is sold by kilogrammes. But a loaf of bread doesn't
even weigh 450 gms now and the prices range from Rs. 10 to 40 or
even more as it comes in a variety of moulded shapes and sizes.
Thus
we observe that the prices of bread in the market vary on the whims
and fancies of the bakery-owners and their henchmen. There is no
fixed price for a loaf of bread and the quality is questionable.
The
situation is even worse with regard to flour and traders conduct
their business unabated against all norms of the law under the Consumer
Affairs Authority, adjusting and increasing their prices as they
wish.
This
situation could be remedied if as a preliminary step, flying squads
are appointed in every district to conduct surprise raids on these
errant bakers and traders.
Apart
from the bread and flour, it would be advisable if similar action
is taken against all other traders in general who carry on their
business in contravention of the rules.
Could
the Consumer Affairs Minister kindly look into the feasibility of
gazetting a fixed controlled price for flour and bread.
Don
Sarath Abeysekera
Bandarawela
Name
it after Spittel
Gamini Punchihewa has been a lone voice of the Gal Oya Valley and
many are the fine stories we have read off his pen.
His
proposal to name the Surgical Ward of the Maha Oya Hospital after
Dr. R.L. Spittel is a fitting tribute to the man who gave so much
for the people of that area. I propose that many more endorse this
sentiment to see this wish fulfilled.
Kanchana Dayarathne
It’s
time for dual flushing
With the dry season now on, it would not be a surprise if water
restrictions are re-introduced shortly.
Perhaps,
one way of limiting water cuts, is the introduction of dual flushing
systems in Sri Lanka. It has been found that flushing toilets account
for a high percentage of all water utilised in typical homes. In
Singapore and certain other countries, this dual flushing system
has greatly reduced flush volumes in all homes. Water bills, too,
have dropped to lower levels.
Rodney
M. Downall
Colombo 6
Let
your endurance shine on
You came into this world of ours
Crying for some joy
But what you saw and smelt
And touched and felt
Was surely not a toy
Your
mother thought she had lost you
In that raging storm
Wrenched away from her breast
The ocean turquoise turned to red
And your village lay all torn
In
the walls of our minds
Your pictures we did adore
Amazed to see you alive and well
Having seen the blackness of your hell
Along the length of the seashore
They
call you Baby Eighty-one
A child of the teardrop island
May you always smile with those eyes
Share with the world your surprise
And the beauty of your endurance
Vijay
Sahni
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