Malinda Words

Words didn’t fall from the sky. They were coined. They contain histories. They are the landmark products of thought processes, the rest-signs of journeys. They move on, long after we die. They were something else centuries ago and they will be something else centuries from now as human being twist, turn, defined and redefine as appropriate to moment, place, culture and prerogative(s) at hand.

20 November 2025

Kapila Kumara Kalinga's cloud-fascination

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  The sky is the closest we can get to the notion of infinity, one may argue. The sense of vastness it exudes is, simply, out of this worl...
17 November 2025

Tripping along with the sweetest surrender

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  Love. Yes. Back in the day, that’s somewhere in the late nineteen eighties, all I knew about that term was the John Denver song. Catchy ...
06 November 2025

Who remembers Lt Manohara De Silva?

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  It’s more than 16 years since what is known as the thirty-years war came to an end.  Over 5 million were born after 2009 and that’s clos...
31 October 2025

At the intersection of literature, sociology and philosophy

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  A few weeks ago, writing on the library that is Professor Desmond Mallikarachchi, I recounted a conversation that took place more than ...
24 October 2025

The Desmond Mallikarachchi Library

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  Way back in the late nineties, the Department of Development Sociology, Cornell University, had a weekly seminar series. On Wednesdays, ...
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Feet enable, eyes soar and mind translates into poetry

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In most workplaces, especially offices, there’s invariably that one person whose eyes stray to one of two places: the seat of the immediat...
23 October 2025

Chess IS education

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  On October 20, in Astana, Kazakhstan, the world body for chess (FIDE) and the International School Chess Federation (ISCF) signed a Memo...
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21 October 2025

The length and breath of time

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  Long years ago, there were people who measured distance in terms of the number of cassettes that the bus driver would play from point of...

Faustace Emil Fernando makes things work

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I’ve known Faustace Emil Fernando by face, but didn’t know his name until a few days ago. It’s good to know names but in certain circumsta...
19 October 2025

The unfathomable smoothness of Raji Welgama

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  Raji Welgama is known best, at least among those interested in Sinhala music, for the lyrics voiced by Sunil Edirisinghe: me tharam siyum...

Of things ‘closest to the heart’

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  Around twenty years ago a famous artist, now deceased, spoke with a fan over the phone. In my presence. In fact he used my phone to call...
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On hatred, love and notions of existence

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  All kinds of things float around in social media. They touch us, prick us at times, and are gone. For the most part. Then there are sple...

Rasika Jayakody's gypsy heart

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  Almost twenty five years ago I met a young man at the now defunct Rivira Media Corporation. I am not sure if he was an intern, a trainee...
18 October 2025

Legends of the fall

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  They say that coming colours cast their shadows. Not everyone notices shadows though and few still can extrapolate to the colours yet to...
17 October 2025

Viewpoints and hideaways from Bulathkohupitiya to Dolosbage

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  My first trip to World’s End was interrupted by heavy mist. It was poorly planned. Almost a whim. An early afternoon drive from Nuwara E...
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