Over the past few weeks many stories have been circulating and questions asked about the 14 year old girl who died at Museaus College, Colombo. Please pass this to all friends as nothing is worth the loss of a 14 year old…. I received this email written by Farah Azoor Tennakoon who is friend of the family. My name is Farah Azoor Tennakoon, the best friend of Mrs. Sandhya Jayawardene, the mother...

When I read this headline today I thought it was something to do with the aftermath of war. But it was about the plight of two baby elephants in Pinnawala. “The army and the police were deployed to tear two tiny baby elephants from their protesting mothers at the behest of Minister of Sports and Recreation Gamini Lokuge, who granted Diyawadane Nilame Nilanga Dela`s wish that the little jumbos...

Sri Lanka’s soon-to-be-ex-Permanent Representative to the United Nations in Geneva took time off from his busy schedule of sipping martinis, getting up the Americans’ noses, and fighting on the Western Front, to have a little chat with us. This is his first interview since the Foreign Ministry announced that he has been recalled from Geneva, effective August 20th. http://blacklightarrow.wordpress.com/2009/07/23/out-in-the-wilderness-dayan-jayatilleka-on-pleading-the-13th-being-a-hippy-and-getting-sacked-by-boggles/

It is indeed a great sign for us……

Every time you fund me I’m as helpless as can be I become a puppet on a string You can do ‘most anything with me Every time you fund me….. The (edited) verse from Sandie Shaw‘s song felt a fitting tribute to the slain leader of the LTTE upon reading the statements published on BBC News. It is apparent from these views that we who are living in Sri Lanka are not living here at...

There is euphoria in the island and none can deny the relief felt by any peace loving Sri Lankan to know the military conflict is over. Whether he is cultivating in Kakirawa or marketing in Wellawatta the opportunity has dawned for everyone to begin a new and safer journey. Who does not want peace? Who wants to live in fear and get so used to it that it becomes a regular routine to hear of yet another...

The afternoon was hot and humid and a merciless sun scorched everything preparing the ground for the evening showers that rolled from the east like angry gladiators. Bob Dylan was on CD, beautiful words coined together and in the unmistakable nasal rendition mewing about “times they are a changing.” Yes, the heat would change to the cool of the evening when the skies unleash and the daylight will...

Hey, Mister Tambourine man, play a song for me….. So goes the words, the musical version and as I punch my key board there are many men with fancy tambourines carelessly drumming rhythms and jingle jangling around the international stage asking Sri Lanka to plead “mia culpa” according to their hymn sheet in the handling of refugees. War victims are certainly tragic and no one denies the definition....

That was Barak Obama at his brilliant best addressing the Muslim world from a podium in Cairo. His words of wisdom plus his charisma maxima combined together to make anyone listening to be all ears and frozen till the speech was over. There is little doubt He meant what he said and I am sure the world wishes him well and prays that the appropriate action will follow to bring peace among any warring...