‘How are things in Sri Lanka?’ The question was put to me by a former political associate with whom I was arrested more than thirty years ago. He now lives in Chicago, USA and keeps himself abreast of political developments in Sri Lanka.
Things. What things? What of things? We take things light, Nandana and I. I think we both believe that time is long, too long to be overly thrilled by good news or broken by setbacks.
‘Ata lo dahama hamuve kampaa novee innava (unperturbed by the vicissitudes of life),’ I answered, but noted, ‘especially the negative four,’ i.e. sorrow, loss, insults and disgrace. We bat on as though things are ok or things will surely become better. We adjust to reduced circumstances. We rant and rave, but revert to equanimity quickly enough. Some may say that’s not good, others may contend it is the most prudent course of action.
Of course, such ways of thinking, believing (if you will) and being are ridiculed and dismissed. Lay it all on god or something that’s intangible, less understood or considered to be unsubstantiated, and you can argue that it’s a coward’s resort, an argument for inaction or submission.
If there’s just one thing that is in favour of equanimity, it is that it confers at least a modicum of mental stability. That which angers, prompts action, that which confers grief also fuels determination, that which insults demands redress. All these emotions give wings, but it is sobriety that can give direction, understand and contend with true dimensions and help restore righteousness.
‘God’s will’ comforts. ‘This is karma’ is consolation. Both absolve culpability, both justify submission. And yet, both give space and distance to measure the challenges, both offer peace of mind so necessary to contemplate, visualise, strategise, innovate and execute.
The aggrieved human being does not spend the rest of his or her life weeping copious tears. The defeated human being lives, keeps life alive, clears ground, ploughs fallow land, fertilises as is possible, plants seeds, tends crops. Harvests there will be and harvests will be reaped.
It is god’s will to accept and surrender. The laws of karma demand that it is understood that vicissitudes there will be. Neither forbid a retirement of sense. Neither demand nor can impose numbness.
Ancient lessons, although people don’t acknowledge and will even disavow, get ingrained in human DNA. They surface when needed. In the heat of battle, though, and especially in wars that are commissioned by anger and hatred, human beings march, fight and reap the harvest of all that with eyes wide shut, as they say, or in partial or full myopia. Not all wars are fought like that. Not all resistance carries the strains of bitterness. Not all life thereafter is marked by revenge-need. And, if there are such wars and resistance where anger, bitterness and hatred are dampened or absent, that is because the engagement is founded on all positive energies combining with the kind of wisdom only qualities such as equanimity can create and nurture into full fruition.
How are things in Sri Lanka? Interesting question. It makes me ask, how were things in Sri Lanka. It makes me ask, how would things be in Sri Lanka. The past, present and future. Nandana would remember how engagement was understood when we worked together decades ago and which is how it has been understood from time immemorial, at least in the case of struggled that yielded substance and were not simply cosmetic changes that in fact strengthened the ugly underside of political economy: eeya matha padanamva heta venuven ada karana aragalaya (a struggle for a tomorrow founded on yesterday and conducted today).
Anger, hatred, disgruntlement, desperation and such are powerful movers that prod people to leave comfort zones, forge collectives or allow mobilisation of masses for objectives that are pernicious which those who rant and rave may not be aware of. People don’t always look to the end or rather they agree to ‘an end’ that accomplishes nothing. And then they return home and say ‘god’s will’ or ‘karmic inevitability.’ And that’s not a bad thing for it brings them to Square One. Once again. Only, this time, endowed with greater sobriety.
How are things in Sri Lanka? ‘Ata lo dahama hamuve kampaa novee innava,’ sums it up, I feel. It does not mean resignation. Not at all.
['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:
The sweetest three-letter poem
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna
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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