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.

Showing posts with label UNHRC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UNHRC. Show all posts
05 May 2020

Stay safe Ms Bachelet, wherever you may be

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I have no idea where the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights, Michelle Bachelet is right now. Her missives h...
26 July 2019

Foreign policy and the doctrine of ‘conceding walkovers’

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Sri Lanka has a severe human resources problem. That’s stating the obvious. Forget bad planning, the absence of an occupational cl...
01 May 2019

Mangala Samaraweera and his little pals of spin

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Sonny Ramadhin and Alf Valentine. They were the original ‘spin twins’. They played in the    1950s, especially after helping the Wes...
16 March 2019

When you have a bone to pick….

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‘Pay dirt!’ I am sure this term or an equivalent would have escaped the mouths of certain people when the much ‘celebrated’ (y...
22 June 2018

Cesspool or Cesspit: the Yahapalanists' Choice of Residence

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Take a deep breath. Let it go. Suppress all urges to laugh your guts out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Have a cup of camomile tea. T...
23 March 2017

Yahapalana machinations subvert ‘transitional justice’

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These are UNHRC days.   These are Yahapalana-UNHRC days which are therefore very different from the Rajapaksa-UNHRC days.   Both regimes u...
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