08 October 2023

Earth-pieces Kerala and Sri Lanka


['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 the 235th article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below]

Liyanage Amarakeerthi is an educationist in and out of the lecture theatres at Peradeniya.  I can’t think of too many people who are as consistent in sharing whatever knowledge they acquire.

It helps that he is frequently invited to speak at literary and academic events, but that is probably because from his earliest days in the ‘lecture circuit’ he was someone who came well prepared and always had insightful things to say in the post-lecture discussions as well. That however is not his preserve. There are others who are as engaging even when they venture to speak outside their area of academic expertise. What’s interesting and special about him is the teaching/sharing drawn from his everyday engagements that are not particularly academic. For instance, his posts on social media.

It could be an encounter with a three-wheel driver, something he saw as he walked or cycled, something he planted, the fruits of his labor or pictures and comments about places he visits. In recent times, he’s posted from Israel and these last few days from Kerala, India.


Amarakeerthi encounters something fascinating and almost immediately posts pictures along with a comment. He’s always introducing things which in his opinion could, if replicated, help people back home in Sri Lanka.  

Sometimes he just speaks of natural wonders. The post that caught my attention, in this regard, is the splendour he had the privilege to observe in Kerala. He wrote it all down, stating that he deliberately wants to stir his middle class friend in Sri Lanka.

‘When you have saved enough money for the airfare and other small expenses, come visit Kerala. Instead of burying lots of money in a house that your children will not live in when hey grow up, reduce the number of rooms (you plan to build) it would be good to visit at least the neighbouring country with what you save. The waters of the river Chalakudy give me a special sensation. The other river is Poorna, The Malayali name for this river is Periyaru. Yes. It’s the Tamil meaning: “Big river.” I was scared to [bathe] in it. Tomorrow I will be going to see the “Niagara” of Kerala.’

In subsequent posts he introduces other wonders of Kerala. One which was particularly interesting was a set of pictures with the following caption: ‘I wonder if Sri Lanka is an earth-piece that somehow got dislodged from Kerala and floated far away.’

It is not a new comparison. The state of Kerala has been compared with Sri Lanka on many counts. There are similarities in achievements with regard to health and education that are remarkable. Kerala’s numbers are much higher than India’s averages in these sectors. The physical similarities have also been mentioned often.  So, while I concur with Amarakeerthi on the logic of saving money to visit India and especially Kerala, I wondered whether people think enough about the Kerala elements that can be found in abundance right here in Sri Lanka.

The charms are countless. There are over 100 rivers, 16 of which are over 100kms in length and several that are longer than both Chalakudy and Periyar. There are over 500 waterfalls, many whose height is greater than that of Kerala’s ‘Niagara.’ There are over 1,000 village cascades systems. Eighty major dams make for massive inland water bodies. In addition there are between 10,000 and 14,000 village tanks used as irrigation sources.

Archaeological treasures are as abundant. The Department of Archaeology lists all such places in each and every district. Few know about them and fewer still visit. The off-grid ‘eloquence in stone,’ to borrow the title that Sinharaja Tammita-Delgoda gave the coffee table book of Nihal Fernando’s photographs of archaeological sites he has visited, similarly constitute doorstep-wonders. And the road! All you need to do is to roll out a map of the island, close your eyes, place your finger on it randomly. Visiting that place is more than likely to offer you a route that you might come to believe was made to delight in innumerable ways.  

There’s beauty in all these places. Reduce one room, as per Amarakeerthi’s suggestion, and you would probably be able to vacation every weekend for an entire year.

I would urge people to consider visiting Kerala. Distance offers perspective. New places offer fresh ways of imagining a new Sri Lanka. But travel within the island and, in the very least, you’ll appreciate the fact that although Sri Lanka is not some kind of unblemished Garden of Eden, it is neither the hell-hole that people make it out to be.  It’s an earth-piece with unique and fascinating features. Well worth exploring.

 

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Other articles in this series: 

Obligation as bomb and ocean

In the land of insomnial poets

In and out of shadows

Over to Eve

When you don't need an invitation, it's home

When the Canadian House of Commons applauded a Nazi...

Touching the touch-me-nots

The importance of not skipping steps

No free passes to the Land of Integrity

Hector Kobbekaduwa is not a building, statue, street or stamp

Rajagala and the Parable of the Panner

Let's show love to Starbucks employees!

You've got mail?

Octavio Paz and Arthur C Clarke in the stratosphere 

Enduring solidarities 

Coco 'Quotes' Gauff!

9/11 and the calm metal instrument of Salvador Allende's voice 

What a memory-keeper foregoes 

Whitman, Neruda and things that wait in all things

Thilina Kaluthotage's eyes keep watch

Those made of love will fly

Profit: the peragamankaru of major wars

Helplessness and innocence

The parameters of entirety

In loving memory of Carrie Lee (1956-2020)

Mobsters on and off the screen

Transfixing and freeing dawns

We're here because we're here because we're here

Life signatures

Sha'Carri Richardson versus and with Sha'Carri Richardson  

A canvas for a mind-brush

Sybil Wettasinghe's shoes

Love is...

A stroll with Pragg and Arjun along a boulevard in Baku

Meditation on tree-art

Daya Sahabandu ran out of partners but must have smiled to the end

Gentle intrusions 

Sleeping well

The unleashing of inspiration

Write, for Pete's sake

Autumn Leaves Safeness

 Sapan and voices that erase borders

Problem elephants and problem humans

Songs from the vaekanda

The 'inhuman' elephant in a human zoo

Ivan Art: Ivanthi Fernando's efforts to align meaning

Arwa Turra, heart-stitcher

Let's help Jagana Krishnakumar rebuild our ancestral home

True national anthems

Do you have a friend in Pennsylvania (or anywhere?)

A gateway to illumination in West Virginia

Through strange fissures into magical orchards

There's sea glass love few will see 

Re-residencing Lakdasa Wikkramasinha

Poisoning poets and shredding books of verse

The responsible will not be broken

Home worlds

Ownership and tenuriality of the Wissahickon

Did you notice the 'tiny, tiny wayside flowers'?

Gifts, gifting and their rubbishing

History is new(s)

Journalism inadvertently learned

Reflections on the young poetic heart

Wordaholic, trynasty and other portmanteaus

The 'Loku Aiya' of all 'Paththara Mallis'

Subverting the indecency of the mind

Character theft and the perennial question 'who am I?'

Innocence

A degree in people

Faces dripping with time

Saji Coomaraswamy and rewards that matter

Revolutionary unburdening

Seeing, unseeing and seeing again

Alex Carey and the (small) matter of legacy

The Edelweiss of Mirissa 

The insomnial dreams of Kapila Kumara Kalinga 

The clothes we wear and the clothes that wear us (down) 

Every mountain, every rock, is sacred 

Manufacturing passivity and obedience 

Precept and practice 

Sanjeew Lonliyes: rawness unplugged, unlimited 

In praise of courage, determination and insanity 

The relative values of life and death 

Feet that walk 

Sarinda's eyes 

Poetry and poets will not be buried 

Sunny Dayananda 

Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990) 

What makes Oxygen breathable?  

Sorrowing and delighting the world 

The greatest fallacy  

Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi 

Beyond praise and blame 

Letters that cut and heal the heart 

Vanished and vanishing trails 

Blue-blueness 

A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya 

The soft rain of neighbourliness  

The Gold Medals of being 

Jaya Sri Ratna Sri 

All those we've loved before 

Reflections on waves and markings 

A chorus of National Anthems 

Saying what and how 

'Say when' 

Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra 

The loves of our lives 

The right time, the right person 

The silent equivalent of a thousand words 

Crazy cousins are besties for life 

Unities, free and endearing 

Free verse and the return key

"Sorry, Earth!" 

The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis 

The revolution is the song 

Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins 

The day I won a Pulitzer 

Ko? 

Ella Deloria's silences 

Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness 

Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable  

Thursday! 

Deveni: a priceless one-word koan 

Enlightening geometries 

Let's meet at 'The Commons' 

It all begins with a dot 

Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation 

'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone 

On sweeping close to one's feet 

Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California

To be an island like the Roberts... 

Debts that can never be repaid in full

An island which no flood can overwhelm 

Who really wrote 'Mother'? 

A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing 

Heart dances that cannot be choreographed 

Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember 

On loving, always 

Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal 

When you turn 80... 

It is good to be conscious of nudities  

Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday  

There's a one in a million and a one in ten 

Gunadasa Kapuge is calling 

Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California 

Hemantha Gunawardena's signature 

Pathways missed 

Architectures of the demolished 

The exotic lunacy of parting gifts 

Who the heck do you think I am? 

Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha' 

The Mangala Sabhava 

So how are things in Sri Lanka? 

The most beautiful father 

Palmam qui meruit ferat 

The sweetest three-letter poem 

Buddhangala Kamatahan 

An Irish and Sri Lankan Hello 

Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership 

The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked 

Pure-Rathna, a class act 

Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna 

Awaiting arrivals unlike any other 

Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles 

Matters of honor and dignity 

Yet another Mother's Day 

A cockroach named 'Don't' 

Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth 

The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara 

Sweeping the clutter away 

Some play music, others listen 

Completing unfinished texts 

Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn 

I am at Jaga Food, where are you? 

On separating the missing from the disappeared 

Moments without tenses 

And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have) 

The world is made of waves 

'Sentinelity' 

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 

The books of disquiet 

A song of terraced paddy fields 

Of ants, bridges and possibilities 

From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva  

World's End 

Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse 

Street corner stories 

Who did not listen, who's not listening still? 

The book of layering 

If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain 

The world is made for re-colouring 

The gift and yoke of bastardy 

The 'English Smile' 

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' 

A tea-maker story seldom told 

On academic activism 

The interchangeability of light and darkness 

Back to TRADITIONAL rice 

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 

Sirith, like pirith, persist 

Fragrances that will not be bottled  

Colours and textures of living heritage 

Countries of the past, present and future 

A degree in creative excuses

Books launched and not-yet-launched 

The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains 

The ways of the lotus 

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 

Of love and other intangibles 

Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions 

The universe of smallness 

Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers 

Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills 

Serendipitous amber rules the world 

Continents of the heart
  
The allegory of the slow road

  

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