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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.

Showing posts with label Rasika Jayakody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rasika Jayakody. Show all posts
19 October 2025

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...
04 June 2023

The right time, the right person

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Rasika Jayakody, one of the more informed and articulate political activists of his generation with whom I don't always see eye-to-eye...
04 September 2020

On Rasika Jayakody’s roadmap for the Opposition

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What do Oppositions do? They oppose. Why do they 'oppose' in the first place? Well, they are supposed to keep governments on their...
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18 March 2020

හැන්දෑව කවියට පෙරලන රසික

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 අන්ධකාරයෙන් ආලෝකයට, ස්වප්නයෙන් යථාර්ථයට, අසත්‍යයෙන් සත්‍යයට. රැඩිකල්කම කියන්නේ මෙයින් කියවන දිශාවන් වෙත ගමන් කිරීමයි. එහෙම හිතන්න පුළ...
28 January 2020

A dusk song for Rasika Jayakody

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Rasika Jayakody is one of the finest writers of his generation. His Sinhala prose is exquisite. So too his poetry, both in S...
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