Glorious. Splendid. Excellent. Resplendent. Salubrious. Resilient. Wonderful words, all. And yet, they hide as much as they describe. Everywhere on this planet. From century to century. Across millennia. Across generations. We know the names of conquerors, kings, queens and tyrants who have ruled over people and lands. We don’t know the names of their foot soldiers. We don’t know the names of those whose lives and livelihoods they stepped on as they marched triumphantly to the high seats of power.
Those other stories are not necessarily contained in antonymic descriptions. There is glory and splendour. All is not desolate and dry. They are not all about acquiescence. They are sometimes captured in visuals and sometimes in texts. They are mostly resident in stories that don’t get written but are said, remembered and passed on, and in images that are indelible.
Then there are times and there are people who take these lovely words, hold them in their hands, turn them over and offer us facets we were ignorant of. I remember in particular a coffee table book that was published in 2010 by Asia Capital PLC in 2010. It was titled ‘Glorious Jaffna’ and sought to ‘put a bit of Jaffna into your life by empowering the next generation through the expression of love’.
And I wrote the following addendum: ‘...[L]ove for children, love for education, and love for the commonness that is ‘village’ among most Sri Lankans. The Foundation is convinced that ‘it is not possible to be communal if you truly appreciate culture and find joy in the other community’s culture’.’ Should have been, ‘in the cultures of all other communities.’
I remembered the Jaffna of glory as captured by Tharindu Amunugama in that coffee table book when I saw a post by Jekhan Aruliah, who has been living there since 2015. A Facebook post. A set of bicycle pictures and some words inspired by some Central Bank numbers.
‘The Northern Province has the highest household bicycle ownership (72%) and the lowest car/van ownership (3%), according to the most recent data from the Central Bank of Sri Lanka for 2019. Just as in Colombo you may hop into a friend's car for a lift, in Jaffna those with the gift of balance hop onto a friend's bike. The agility of those who hop, and the leg power of those who pedal are extraordinary.’
That’s a startling stat, but if you break down provinces to districts and districts into vasamas and villages, you might find that the car/van to bicycle ratio is heavily skewed in favour of the former. That’s about income disparity. It’s about making do with what you have. What the Jaffna numbers say and what they don’t say are stories yet to be written. They are known by people. They are known by people like Jekhan Aruliah who has committed himself to show Jaffna-facets that are less known or completely unknown.
‘Through my articles on Lanka Business Online, and my FB posts I try to change the perception of Jaffna and the North being in a continuous economic doldrum. I've been in Jaffna since 2015, and gradually the ball is rolling!’
What a wonderful task he has set himself! He not only educates but inspires. Just imagine if there were a hundred Jekhans in Jaffna. Imagine if there was just one in every province or one in every district or one in every vasama or one in every village? Sure, that’s a lot of positive vibes and some might think ‘way too much to digest.’ Better than if they remain unknown, hidden and therefore assumed to be non-existent, I feel.
The point is, although less war-torn than Jaffna, no village in this island has been spared loss, displacement and disenfranchisement. And just like the Jaffna seen by Tharindu and described by Jekhan, these other places, these other peoples, these other lives and livelihoods are heroic in their own right. Hoodwinked by politicians, rejected by systems, they still do wonderful things. Writing their stories, capturing their expressions by no stretch of the imagination allows conclusions such as ‘all is well, all is good.’ They know it, if not anyone else. And it won’t hurt for others to know that just as there’s commonality in deprivation, there is commonality in coping. Hopefully recognition of such commonality could lead to understanding and solidarity.
['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is a new series. Links to previous articles in this new series are given below]
Other articles in this series:
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara
Some play music, others listen
Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn
I am at Jaga Food, where are you?
On separating the missing from the disappeared
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have)
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya'
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced
Some stories are written on the covers themselves
A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists?
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords
A song of terraced paddy fields
Of ants, bridges and possibilities
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse
Who did not listen, who's not listening still?
If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain
The world is made for re-colouring
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5
Visual cartographers and cartography
Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
Serendipitous amber rules the world
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