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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

British In Ceylon

How the British Exploited Sri Lanka

By J.B. Müller
Posted on May 26th, 2012

The Sri Lankan Diaspora overseas (mainly in Australia, Britain, Canada, New Zealand and the USA) eagerly and indiscriminately absorbs everything appearing about their Motherland in the international print and electronic media. All what is done is done in the naïve belief that there isn’t a spin on the news and that it is completely unbiased and objective. Nothing could be further from the truth! Of course, expatriates would like to believe that the BBC, VOA, Deutsche Welle, and CNN, and others are feeding their hungry and even curious minds with the unadulterated truth.

It might be useful for those in the Diaspora to know, understand and acknowledge that Sri Lankans are no longer Eurocentric Anglophiles having at long last seen through the various Anglo-Saxon-Celtic ploys to continue their domination and exploitation by other, indirect means. No longer are Sri Lankans willing to regard their erstwhile masters as ‘superior’ beings with a ‘higher’ civilization to which they should slavishly defer. Those ‘good old days’ are gone and good riddance!

Sri Lanka is a very old country with a long history of civilization and a matured polity unlike some ‘Johnny-come-lately’ countries with hardly 500 years of history. The latter period of its history was marred by 443 years of European exploitation, each European power building on its predecessors to refine its instruments of exploitation. The British were the worst and the bloodiest when it came to merciless brutality as is evidenced by the manner in which it quelled the uprising of the Kandyans between 1818 and 1822. It committed genocide before that word was coined by slaughtering every man, woman, and child (including babes suckling at the breast!) in the Uva Province .

That province comprised of the present Badulla and Moneragala Districts is yet to recover and is just now being developed by government. The Colonial Office 54 series of documents available at the Public Records Office in London holds all the General Orders issued by Lt. Gen. Sir Robert Brownrigg, governor and c-in-c, to Maj. General Hay McDowall and the correspondence with the Colonial Secretary, the Earl of Bathurst. (The Great Rebellion of 1818 by Prof. Tennekoon Vimalananda, Five Volumes, Gunasena Historical Series, Colombo, 1970)

In 1823 the British began selling Crown Land at two shillings an acre to British entrepreneurs—first, to cultivate cinchona [from which quinine is obtained], then coffee, then tea and rubber—from which they made huge profits for 149 years—and Mincing Lane and the members of the London Stock Exchange prospered beyond the dreams of avarice. (Land Reform Commission Report by Colvin R. de Silva, tabled in Parliament)

They created a huge ethnic and social problem by transporting indentured labour from the Ramnad district of Madras Presidency (present day Tamil Nadu). These helpless people were auctioned off at Matale like the African slaves at Charleston, SC, and families were cruelly torn apart. They reached Matale walking over 100 miles from Talaimannar along a route that came to be known as the ‘Skeleton Road’ because of the numbers that had perished by the wayside from hunger, thirst, snakebite, attack by wild beasts, cholera, dysentery, and what-have-you.

Their tragedy has been carefully documented by Donovan Moldrich in his ‘Bitter Berry Bondage’—the story of the 19th century coffee workers in Sri Lanka . Another Burgher author, Lorna Ruth Wright, OAM, wrote “Just another shade of Brown” which graphically details the sexual exploitation of the women plantation workers and the creation of the Eurasian Community (disowned by their very prim and proper British fathers!) Many authors domestic and foreign have written about what colonialism did to Sri Lanka (Ceylon up to 1972) and it is a wonder that the people of this country tolerated what was done to them for so long, so patiently. (‘Bitter Berry Bondage’ by Donovan R. Moldrich and ‘Just another shade of brown’ by Lorna R. Wright)

Father Paul Caspersz, SJ, head of Satyodaya, Kandy, has been labouring amongst the Tamil plantation workers of Indian origin for decades and has written extensively about how these human beings have been mercilessly exploited. They have lived in sub-human conditions for over one hundred years and their emancipation has been a long and hard struggle to restore to them their intrinsic dignity as human beings. (Satyodaya Centre, Kandy, Sri Lanka)

When I was working at the then Ceylon Broadcasting Corporation as a Relief Announcer on the Commercial Service I distinctly remember reading a sign affixed to the gate of a British Club facing the Dutch Burgher Union headquarters which said: “Natives and dogs NOT allowed.” This was in 1969! I phoned friends working on the ‘Ceylon Daily News’ and they sent a photographer round to snap a picture. It was published and shortly thereafter the Government ordered the Club to take down the offending notice. Do any self-respecting people endowed with inherent dignity have to tolerate such barefaced arrogance?

Britain was one of the most ‘successful’ imperial powers on earth and they created a worldwide empire (on which the sun never set because it was everywhere on the globe) and bled its colonies. London is such a magnificent city despite its foul weather because it has risen, literally, on the blood, sweat and tears of countless millions in Asia, Africa, Latin America, the Caribbean, and Australia. In their imperial schema of things Australia produced the wool, New Zealand the milk, Malaya the rubber, Ceylon the tea, Rhodesia the tobacco, South Africa the diamonds and gold, Mauritius the sugar, West Africa the cocoa and so on—to the great delight of those who sat in London and counted their pounds, shillings and pence.

They didn’t mind exploiting their own in the textile mills of Lancashire and the coal mines of Scotland . [Charles Dickens]. The exported their poor Scots, Irish, and Welsh to all these colonies to supervise the black, brown and yellow natives [and the ‘half-caste’ Eurasian offspring known as Burghers, Anglos and even bastards]. The slightest rumble from their workers and the Redcoats (now Khakied) were there to shoot their b***s off!

Look at the Burghers. The British looked down on them with great disdain classifying them as ‘half-castes’ and included them amongst the indigenous population. In 1796 they issued the Burghers an ultimatum—learn English or leave. Many who had the means went to Batavia (modern Jakarta). The others stayed and learned the new tongue. Very soon, these Burghers knew better English than the British themselves and were therefore enlisted in that great corps of clerks that they employed. These Burghers also learned how to play cricket and challenged the British to a one-day on Galle Face Green.

They were superciliously asked what the name of their ‘club’ was to which a Burgher sharply retorted: “Nondescripts Cricket Club, Sir!” The name stuck. The club still exists (from 1889). So do the ‘nondescript’ Burghers. The entire British establishment including the ‘shoppies’ turned out one fine Sunday morning to watch these half-caste upstarts being licked. The imperial governor himself came and occupied the clubhouse that now stands before the Taj Samudra Hotel.

Well, to cut a long story short, the Burgher ‘nondescripts’ beat the British who were ‘hoist with their own petard!’ They were learning, ever so painfully, that other people were not only their equals but could also better them in many spheres and they learned this lesson on this Island.(People Inbetween by Michael Roberts, Ismeth Raheem, Percy Colin-Thômé, Sarvodaya, Ratmalana, 1989).

There is no land on the globe that the British touched that has not been left with a wholly untenable legacy of problems: India with Pakistan have Kashmir; the Holy land has Jewish Israel contending with Arab Palestine; the Cypriots are divided between the Greeks and the Turks; Africa is an indescribable mess. Glaring problems were created on the North American continent with the marginalization of the native Amerindian and Inuit peoples not to mention the stand-off between Blacks and Whites. In Australia the original inhabitants, the aborigines were decimated and then marginalized whilst their land was robbed from them by white colonists.

It is a despicable record of man’s inhumanity to man carried forward on the specious premise that ‘White is Right’ and because they had a head-start in the practice of barbarism! What is even more despicable is that their so-called ‘Christianity’ condoned their barefaced discrimination and unfettered brutality.

Today, these Anglo-Saxon-Celts pontificate to the whole world about human rights—yes, fundamental human rights which they denied millions from the 16th to the 20th centuries of the Common Era. They sanctimoniously presume to interfere in the internal affairs of countries that attempt to stand-up to their bullying (amply exposed by Wiki-Leaks). The ongoing bloodletting in Afghanistan and Iraq demonstrate their manifest hypocrisy.

They left behind what were basically alien concepts, structures, systems, and constitutions that have confused and confuted the peoples they formerly ruled. They uprooted and deliberately destroyed indigenous systems that had endured for millennia and which the indigenous people were comfortable with. Today, the peoples of these lands are divided into innumerable factions and cliques contending bloodily for command and control in the name of the ‘democracy’ they left behind. They are happy with what they see because it is a continuation of their ‘divide et imperia’ or ‘divide and rule’ policy. It is easy to manipulate and exploit those who are divided!

Sri Lanka’s problems which some expatriates gleefully point out (as a justification for their living overseas) is a damaging inheritance bequeathed by the departing British to a class of indigenous people brainwashed and nurtured by them in their own image: the English-speaking Middle Classes represented by several leading families of Low-country upstarts and Up-country traitors. These families have lick-spittle hangers-on who have attained some upward social mobility and the privileges that go with that mobility and occupy the second and third tiers of governance. Whether they inhabit the governing party or the Opposition or their sundry and various coalition cohorts they have become the ‘corrupt of the earth.’

The decent and law-abiding majority are a patient, tolerant and hospitable people (sometimes referred to as the ‘broad masses’) who have taken much abuse. If you believe the many travellers who passed through, they are a giving and forgiving people. If we are to trust the historical record, these gentle, hard-working people have been driven to and fro by the Pandyans, Cholas, Cheras, Pallavas and Javakas; then, by the Portuguese, the Dutch and the British—each, in turn, more subtly brutal than the previous.

Ever since 1186, when the indigenous polity began disintegrating with the breakdown of central authority [and fissiparous tendencies manifested themselves], there has been a traumatic crisis that is yet to come to a conclusion. We know that history works in cycles and that that conclusion will come, perhaps unobtrusively or dramatically to sweep away the detritus of several centuries.

True civilization does not consist of the worship of science & technology or the tinsel and glitter of modernity or of roads, railways, harbours, airports, and the frenzied rush one might be bemused by. It consists of the maturity and wisdom gained through the practice of virtue, the development of good moral character, to decent family life and values, the unswerving commitment to social justice and equity. This also means and implies the practice and active pursuit of harmlessness and a belief in the sacredness of all life—all mankind is of one blood.

The serene tranquility of spirit thus attained is a universal norm that needs no sectarian labels. This is the civilization that grew and was nurtured on this Island for centuries until rudely and repeatedly disturbed. It is yet the goal of those who appreciate the intrinsic beauty of Nature rather than that of soulless concrete, glass and steel.

Let’s discuss this further if you are minded to,

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Romeo & Juliet

Romeo & Juliet

Marginal Comments by bunpeiris
It all catches fire with insanely wagging tongues of a couple of slapstick cowards, minions: not at all by steel of the masters. A brawl among the bawdy & rowdy from the houses of Montague and Capulet equal in dignity, succeeds in setting ablaze an unknown ancient feud between the two merchant families. Amiable Benvolio, a cousin of Hero Romeo, true to his name, seeks to make peace. Yet, peace that he seeks, is a bridge too far. He is drawn into the fray by Fiery Tybalt, a nephew of Lord Capulet, hastening the friends & citizens of fair Verona too throwing their weight into the brawl. The Prince rushes in time to disperse the rioters. He forbids further outbreaks of violence, on pain of death. Yet the violence wouldn’t be arrested: swords are drawn, blood is spilled. In no time, that who is given to peace as well as that who is bent on the sharpest steel falls. Grace & rude will do battle within the human psyche. A frantic pace & frenzy set in: immediate banishment; wedding arrangements in great haste; burial of the fairest maiden alive; outbreak of Black Plague; a letter undelivered & returned to the sender; poison dear yet not too dear; a rival wooer in mourning; a duel at a grave.

Then I defy you, stars” Romeo screams against the fate that he believes is thwarting his desires (5.1.24). The world has no sanctuary for him, but with Juliet in the same grave for eternity: “Well, Juliet,” he says, “I will lie with thee tonight”
The darkest night of all takes over. The most passionate hearts ever are put to the potion & dagger: double suicide of Juliet & her Romeo.
The beauty of love that is so threatened and so fragile is intensified by the brevity of the experience. A tragic outcome therefore affirms the uniqueness and pristine quality of youthful ecstasy. The flowering & fading of a joy “too rich for use, for earth too dear’ [1.5.48] does not so much condemn the unfeeling world as welcome the martyrdom of reality dying for love.
David Bevington & David Scott Kastan: Romeo & Juliet, The New Bantam Shakespeare
In spite of the tragedy, the drama never seizes to overwhelm the spectators or readers with its supremely passionate romance, no matter the form & medium in which it is witnessed, wherever the nook [imagine bunpeiris here in the south western coastal town of Mortuwa, Sri Lanka, far away from the market town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England] of the earth that one live, with its heart rending, when it’s not heartwarming, narration: it is for all times & all cosmos.

If the scene in the feast where Romeo first set his eyes upon Juliet and falls head over heels is the juiciest introduction in paying homage [If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss”(1.5.94)] to your love at first sight, the balcony scene reveals in the most delirious doctorate on the concept of Declaration of Love. No lover, who has resolved to pour out his heart to his heartthrob, should venture to do so, unless the romance of the Balcony Scene is mastered. Master the language of the master: throw the dictionary through the window to the yard & read on.

Make a move towards unraveling top layers of meanings of the words & phrases, till the inner layers of deeper meanings are revealed, so that you would fish in the richness & complexity of the Master’s streams, forever flowing. Marshal all your cognitive faculties. Muster all links with all the knowledge, i.e. fiction & real you can recall & recollect. [Even the tragic tale of Monica & her lover, Upendre who, hand in hand, jumped over the escarpment of World’s End, at the edge of Horton’s Plains, Health Triangle, Central Highlands of Sri Lanka in the early sixties.] Then go for the dictionaries, commentaries, analytical essays and critical reviews.

Romeo & Juliet [1591] is for all cosmos, for all times: Ramleela Starring Ranveer Singh and Deepika Padukone, inspired and based on work of William Shakespeare “Romeo and Juliet’. [2013]

Balcony scene in a nutshell
Romeo leaves the feast, but not Juliet. Longing to see Juliet once again, he climbs a wall bordering the Capulet property and leaps down into the Capulet orchard. And to his delight, in no time, Juliet appears at a window close to him. Romeo compares her to the morning sun, far more beautiful than the moon it banishes. He is in two minds whether to address her, yet stay quiet.

Juliet, unaware that Romeo is in her garden, gives voice to a monologue.
She asks why Romeo must be Romeo—a Montague, and therefore an enemy to her family. She says that if he would refuse his Montague name, she would give herself to him. Or else if he is unable to forsake his name, she would forsake her surname: Capulet.
Romeo, being unable to stay quiet responds to her plea. Juliet is taken by surprise since she thought she was all alone. As to the question of Juliet how he found himself in their orchard, Romeo tells her it was with the light wings of god [allusion to traditional portrayals of Cupid as a winged boy] that he found his way in.  As to the consternation of Juliet, that he would be killed by her kinsmen, should he be caught, Romeo replies that his life coming to an end is better than being deprived of her love.
Juliet admits she feels as strongly about Romeo as he professes he loves her. Juliet confesses she would have been more reserved, but now Romeo has already overheard her, forgive her & do not deem her yielding in love to him as frivolous. Romeo begins to swear but Juliet would have none of it. Romeo reassures Juliet of his love and in return Juliet asks him to marry her. Romeo agrees and part with sweet sorrow till tomorrow.
Romeo & Juliet [1591] is for all cosmos, for all times: PHOTO: Dream wedding: Luca Ceccarelli kisses his wife Irene Lanforti after getting married at Casa di Giulietta in Verona A modern-day Romeo finally got his girl when the northern Italian city of Verona opened up the balcony where Juliet supposedly pined for her lover as a venue for weddings. 2 Jun 2009

"Shakespeare not only invented the English language, but also created human nature as we know it today" Harold Bloom

Shakespeare [Is he Seekuperuge from Hambantota?]
Balcony scene as the master narrated
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
What shall I swear by?
Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
If my heart's dear love--
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Nurse calls within
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.
Exit, above
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Re-enter JULIET, above
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
[Within] Madam!
I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee--
[Within] Madam!
By and by, I come:
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.
So thrive my soul--
A thousand times good night!
Exit, above
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Re-enter JULIET, above
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
My dear?
At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
At the hour of nine.
I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
I would I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

Wherefore art thou Romeo?: ‘Why are you a member of the Montaue family?’ Juliet is already aware that this will be a barrier to their love
She wishes that Romeo could renounce his parentage, or if that cannot be, and yet he loves her, that she could renounce her own.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague: ‘What you are really like has nothing to do with the fact that you are a Montague.’
Owes: owns
doff: remove (as one takes off clothes).
counsel: private thoughts
if either thee dislike: ‘if either is displeasing to you’
And the place death: ‘being found here would be fatal for you.’
Love makes a man hold enough to attempt anything that is possible however dangerous.
sweet: affectionate, gracious
And but: so long as
prorogued: put off, delayed
I am no pilot… farthest sea: Romeo here uses an image that would spring naturally  to the minds of the Elizabethans in an age when great voyages of exploration were taking place, he says that, though not an experienced sailor, he would undertake a voyage to the end of the world if Juliet were his prize.
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face… …….which the dark night hath so discovered
This whole speech gives us a vivid & sympathetic picture of a young girl, very much in love, wh is afraid of her behavior being too light but who is nevertheless anxious to make her love known.
Fain would I dwel on form: ‘I should like to behave in a proper lady-like fashion.’
but farewell complement!: but away with the restraints of formality.’
lovers’ perjuries: lovers’ lies
Jove: The King of the gods used various disguises in his amorous adventures
too fond: too foolish
Light: wanton, frivolous. Maidens who yielded too easily were referred to as ’light’.
Cunning to be strange: skill at seeming distant, aloof
My true love’s passion. ……….. yielding to light love: Do not believe that my showing my feelings is due to being too easy, or lacking seriousness.
Light Love: love lacking in the weightiness of truth and sincerity. 
inconstant moon….changes in her circled orb: The moon is thought inconstant because it visibly waxes and wanes.
Or, if thou wilt, swear…. God of my idolatry: ‘I am like a heathen (i.e non-Christian) worshipper and you are my idol.’
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee………….. Come to thy heart as that within my breast: Is Juliet worried by the suddenness of their love? Or is this already a shadow of what is to come?
This bud of love…..when we next meet: Their love which isn’t yet developed, may become mature by their next meeting
And yet I would it were to give again: I wish I could give it to you again
frank: generous
afeard: afraid
bent: inclination, feeling

Romeo & Juliet [1591] is for all cosmos, for all times: Ramleela Starring Ranveer Singh and
Deepika Padukone, inspired and based on work of William Shakespeare “Romeo and Juliet’.

To be continued. bunpeiris

Monday, February 10, 2014

Greater Israel

United Nations  & the beginning of Chaos by bunpeiris

The Beginning of Modern Chaos.
The world is in chaos. The body of United Nations has no mandate to create states. Yet it did on 29th November 1947, based on the Balfour Declaration of the British.
The Arabs rightly contend that
a nation which left its land  more than a couple of millenniums ago had no right to return. In spite of the holocaust, that is. The juggernaut of collective power of United Kingdom, United States of America and the United Nations is the Origin of Disunited World Today. No county must take it upon itself to play god & form another country.

But, then was it by their own will that the Jews left? Or were they driven out? And if they were driven out, do they have a right to return 2500 years later? Does it matter at all? Now the country has been established and what was done therein yesterday cannot be undone today at all. Once the situation is understood, all would realize Palestinians too ought to have a state. Such is the cause of the Jews, in the end, not only a country for themselves, but a country for Palestinians too will have to established. Give a home to the homeless Palestinians too.

The beginning of the Chaos: The Balfour Declaration of United Kingdom
Foreign OfficeNovember 2nd, 1917
Dear Lord Rothschild,I have much pleasure in conveying to you, on behalf of His Majesty's Government, the following declaration of sympathy with Jewish Zionist aspirations which has been submitted to, and approved by, the Cabinet.
"His Majesty's Government view with favour the establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jewish people, and will use their best endeavours to facilitate the achievement of this object, it being clearly understood that nothing shall be done which may prejudice the civil and religious rights of existing non-Jewish communities in Palestine, or the rights and political status enjoyed by Jews in any other country."
I should be grateful if you would bring this declaration to the knowledge of the Zionist Federation.Yours sincerely,Arthur James Balfour

The Undying American Love
While the support that has been extended to Israel  by the 
successive regimes of United States of America is politically motivated, in search of a foothold in a land rich in oil, a significant percentage [63 percent, according to the Pew Research Center] of the American populace are of the belief, it is their biblical responsibility to support the modern states of the Jews. This view has now taken a face: Christian Zionism. It holds dearly that the return of of Jewish people since 1948 from all four corners of the earth, the remainderfollowing the holocaust of 6 million 
[may god forbid another] at the hands of Adolph Hitler in his unsuccessful "Final Solution" during 1939-1945, is a miracle  like fulfillment of the promise of God to Abraham. 

While one could hardly grudge a home for a homeless nation, which had been suffering for millenniums ["If you prick us, do we not bleed" :Shakespeare puts one of his most eloquent speeches into the mouth of this "villain"], in spite of the biblical prophesies ought it had to be a land amidst the Arabs themselves? 

What Israel Means To Natalie Portman
Where I was born. Where I ate my first Popsicle and used a proper toilet for the first time. Where some of my 18-year-old friends spend their nights in bunkers sleeping with their helmets on. Where security guards are the only jobs in surplus. Where deserts bloom and pioneer stories are sentimentalized. Where a thorny, sweet cactus is the symbol of the ideal Israeli. Where immigrating to Israel is called “ascending” and emigrating from Israel is called “descending.” Where my grandparents were not born, but where they were saved.Where the year passes with the season of olives, of almonds, of dates. Where the transgressive pig or shrimp dish speaks defiantly from a Jerusalem menu. Where, despite substantial exception, secularism is the rule. Where wine is religiously sweet. Where “Arabic homes” is a positive real estate term with no sense of irony. Where there is endless material for dark humor. Where there are countless words for “to bother,” but no single one yet for “to pleasure.” Where laughter is the currency; jokes the religion. Where political parties multiply more quickly than do people. Where to become religious is described as “returning to an answer” and becoming secular “returning to a question.”Where six citizens have won Nobel prizes in 50 years. Where the first one earned an Olympic gold in 2004 for sailing (an Israeli also won the bronze for judo). Where there is snow two hours north and hamsin (desert wind) two hours south. Where Moses never was allowed to walk, but whose streets we litter. Where the language in which Abraham spoke to Isaac before he was to sacrifice him has been resuscitated to include the words for “sweatshirt” and “schadenfreude” and “chemical warfare” and “press conference.” Where the muezzin chants, and the church bells sound and the shofars cry freely at the Wall. Where the shopkeepers bargain. Where the politicians bargain. Where there will one day be peace but never quiet.Where I was born; where my insides refuse to abandon.
"So do Palestinians". 

Is the worse yet to come: Greater Israel as prophesied

Geneis 15:18 reads: “To your descendants I give this land from the River of Egypt to the Great River, the river Euphrates.”
Moses announces to the Jews in Deuteronomy 11:24, that Every place where you set the soles of your feet shall be yours. Your borders shall run from the wilderness to the Lebanon and from the River, the river Euphrates, to the western sea.”

 Greater Israel

Should the biblical prophesied ever see the light of the day, it would swallow  major land mass of the Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Syria. Should such a day ever dawn, perhaps in a couple of centuries, if not in a couple of decades, the  present  [21st century] chaotic political landscape of this countries, in due time in history, would 21st century well be identified as a landmark turning point in destabilization of the Middle East & resulting destabilization of the Third World by the West?
Today Egypt, Libya, Iraq, Syria and Yemen are in choas, thanks to the United Kingdom, United States of America and the United Nations. Iran is their next target. 

The other side of the midnight: Expelled or escaped Palestinians too have a right to return to their land in Palestine

Here is a Jew who advocates South African model following the Reign of Apartheid 

Sustained occupation of other peoples land by the Israel

Friday, December 13, 2013

Mojo and Suzanne

Mojo and Suzanne
Written by bunpeiris

“For never was a story of more woe than this of Suzanne and her Mojo.” 

An absolutely stunning angel in a swaying short skirt and a Cashmere sweater floated into the lobby just as a butterfly would. She seemed incredibly light on her feet. I couldn't take my eyes off. Our eyes met, she held the gaze and she began to float towards me. Is the gravity off, where she tread? Lovely black curls framed a fairest prettiest face. Just blinked and she was at my table. She was sultry and serene at once, incredible. Never seen anybody so exceedingly pretty. That's slightly sharp double chin. She smiled: full lips fluttered; doe eyes twinkled. And the dimples on cheeks appeared in a flash. Am I dreaming, by god if this is dream, please don't wake me up ever. Let me die in my dream, please. Jesus, I can't take my eyes off her. oh! god is this real? Please say this is real. Who is this? Please say this is real, please , please, please.

Hello, is it me you are looking for?
I guess so, You are Mojo, I presume.
[That's the most melodious voice I have ever listened to]
Like hell, I am Mojo, and you just made a discovery.
Oh! yea, I have doubts on that matter.
Oh! another doubting Thomas, if you don't believe, I'll take off my  T-shirt and show you the hole where the nail pierced.
Oh! Myee! then you are really him! The man with a Rupee size scar of a bullet wound, oh! sweet Jesus , how could have I imagined it was you?
I am sorry, please sit and share my breakfast till we get what you would like.
Oh! I just have had breakfast.
Never mind, let's go for the second breakfast since we will be having late lunch.
Are you suggesting, we...
No, angel, insisting
Insisting, insisting on what dear?
We are going to the worlds End?
Who are we?
[She is sharp, she need to make sure whether there is anyone else too]
Before you floated in my lovely butterfly, it was me, now we, no more me, all we, from now onwards and don't tell me you are married, I would jump over the escarpment of Worlds End.
In that case, I would accompany, if not for any interest, at least to save a life, you rogue.
[Christ, she is so gorgeous, so easy going, I am never going to leave you angel]
So you aren't married?
I was.
[I gasped, she giggled merrily]
Divorced last week
[ I gasped again, unable to utter a single word]
Hey, I got you now, for the first time you have no words to cut me down.
[She is a tease, a vivacious, bubbly tease]
Yes, I have no idea what to say. I am sad you are ... I don't know what to say... then I am happy too..
[ She glanced at the glossy periodical I had been reading and remarked]
She is so beautiful, isn't she? She had set a eyes on a photo of Hedy Lamarr
Very true, but as not as beautiful as you are.
From where did you learn to flirt like this?
Well, I used to read my father's love letters to my mother.
How mean you were? Are you still the same?
If I am the same, you are the savior of mine. Hey, just a second, what's your name? And you are gorgeous
[she giggled like a bell, yet softly.]
No, I am not gorgeous, I am Suzanne De Mel.
Sure, you are  Suzanne. So you are the adorable sister of my boss.
That's right.
So you are supposed to look into the welfare of mine.
No, I am not told to do so, I am afraid.
Well, my boss said something to the effect his adorable sister would extend her helping hand if needed, But I want your hand for eternity.
Oh! God, I am still sunk in my rudderless despair, Are you earnest? Or are you just flirting? Are you mocking at me?
I have never been so earnest in my life.
We have only met. We know only next to nothing about each other, apart from that story of lucky bullet. But then, on the flashback, now with you face to face, that reveals loads about you. But then again, not much outside of the episode. Could we go slow?
Yes we can.. I am sorry if I seemed to rush you. So let's make a move.
[She frowned and recovered. Now, the twinkle in her eye returned] What do you mean?

Would you come with to Horton Plains ? Worlds End?
Too late now, mist would have gathered by the time we get there.
True, we can wait till the mist gets cleared in the mid day?
Oh! That's why you said we will be having late lunch. How scheming you are? Why don't we take a couple of lunch packets from the hotel there?
Oh! yes, that's a brainwave.
steward landed with a couple of egg and jaggery-solidified Kitul Palm Honey hybrid hoppers. " Here you are sir." "Two more for us" "Very well, sir, straight away sir"]
How do you know I love hybrid hoppers.
I didn't darling. I ordered a couple just before you descended from the heavens
[ She looked at me one eye winking; other eye twinkling, Such a lively girl she is!]
oh! ya, how is that you ordered two more without a blink, you said for us and you didn't even pay me a glance.
Well, either of us can think for both of us, I guess, we are one.
[this time, both her eyes shot to the heavens; her lips curled.]
You are an impossible tease, Mojo!
Not exactly, could be half teasing.
Then the other half?
Always from the first thoughts of mine to your impossible probing, questioning. The original thinking.
Well, that doesn't make matters any easier.
You said we can go slow. So if you fail to decipher me today, we can try tomorrow
Hey, cowboy, look at me and tell that if I need you to answer any question of mine without teasing, you will do it at once.
Yes, my darling, I will
Thank you, sweetheart.
Hey, angel, you called me sweetheart
Absolutely delirious

To be continued

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Edexcel Professional Diploma in Teaching

Edexcel Professional Diploma in Teaching 

Gateway Graduate School, Negombo has few more slots open for Edexcel Professional Diploma in Teaching. Enrollments are still open as at 25th June 2013. Call Nilanthi (Kurana, Negombo) – 0716492935, 031 222 0029  Gateway Graduate School, Bambalapitiya already has 25 students
Enrollments are closed at Bambalpitiya.

Designed in partnership with the London examining board Edexcel, initially Edexcel Professional Diploma in Teaching is a one-year level 4 course (i.e. the equivalent of the first year of a degree). Thereafter it takes off to  level 5 (HND) next year, and then again in following year leads to a B.A degree in education in partnership with Nottingham Trent University, UK. The final year also allows specialization in primary or secondary education. 
The first intake began training in June 2011 and the study course was completed in May 2012. Since June 2011 Gateway Graduate School has taken in 8 batches in Colombo, Negombo & Kandy.

Vivek Govil - CEO Pearson India and Dr. Harsha Alles – Director, Gateway Group at the signing of the Agreement to offer the Edexcel Teacher Training Course in Sri Lanka. Patrick Casey - Director, Edexcel International, Premila Paulraj Canitius – Edexcel Territory Manager India Subcontinent, Suriya Bibile – Business Development Manager Edexcel, and Michael Dobson – Head, Gateway Graduate School were also present at the launch.

Isabelle Sutcliffe, Director of Regulations, Standards and Research of Edexcel awarding the Diploma to a successful candidate

Ms. Sutcliffe, Director of Regulations, Standards and Research of Edexcel during her visit to Sri Lanka mentioned that Edexcel was pleased to offer this qualification through Gateway Graduate School due to the confidence they had in Gateway's passion and the commitment to quality education. She said that by offering this internationally recognized qualification in Sri Lanka, it is not only the teachers of Gateway Schools that will benefit but that it will contribute towards the professional development of all teachers in Sri Lanka.
The Gateway Graduate School Director Dr. Harsha Alles, exchanging the MoU signed with the Nottingham Trent University UK Por-Vice Chancellor (International) Professor Nigel Healey.

Gateway has signed a memorandum of understanding with Nottingham Trent University, UK. that the current level 4 course lead on to a level 5 HND and then to a Bachelor of Arts in Education.

Right behind Gateway Graduate School is Negombo lagoon. Enjoy sitting tight and relaxed on the grassy bank.


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