The purpose of this article is not to lay out my political beliefs, to brag about my liberal values or to simply appear above the fray. In an age in which we constantly contradict our democratic beliefs and our personal sentiments, this was written purely for the love of humanity, which we sometimes disregard, in our search for justice. Whenever a hate crime … Continue reading For the Love of Humanity.
මෙම ලිපිය ලියන්නේ මගේ පුද්ගලික වාසියකටවත්, දේශපාලන අභිමතාර්ථ, තර්කයින් මවාපාන්නටවත් නොව, මනුශ්යත්වයට ආදරයෙනි. රටේ මාධ්ය අවධානය යොමු වන ඕනෑම අපරාධයක් සිදුවු විට මරණ දඬුවම යලි ක්රියාත්මක කලයුතු බවට රාවයක්, කොලහලයක් කිරීම අපේ පුරුද්දකි. මේ සංවාදයේ ඈති අමානුශික විතර්කානුකූලත්වය අපි තේරුම්ගත යුතුවේ. මරණ දඬුවම ක්රියාත්මක කිරීමට සහය පල කරන අයගේ තර්කය මට තේරුම්ගත හැකිය. මේ මතය දරන්නන්ගේ තර්කය සහමුලින්ම කෝපය නිසා ඈති වු එකකි. එය … Continue reading මනුශ්යත්වයට ආදරයෙනි.
Dear new Parliamentarians, we don’t ask for much. Don’t steal our money. Overusing is theft too. I know power is overwhelming but try to get rid of that need to make others feel small. Cut out the security escorts; nobody wants to kill you. Do your job; people need a lot more than food to eat and clean water to drink, but there are people … Continue reading Open letter to the new Members of Parliament.
A brief introduction and socio-economic analysis by Thisuri Wanniarachchi of the President’s National Sustainable Development Initiatives Currently in Progress. Originally published on Financial Times () With party politics, political campaigns and election violence, many have lost sight on the fact that there’re great strides being made in the President’s national development agenda. Those who have been very critical of the President during the days … Continue reading What is the President Up To?
I was three when I began to speak English. I was ten when I became a writer. I was fourteen when I published my first English novel. I was fifteen when it became a local bestseller. I was sixteen when it won the National Literary Award for best novel of the year.I was seventeen when I was nominated to represent my country at the Iowa International Writer’s Program.I … Continue reading Bennington Girls are (Not Easy)
I first met President Rajapaksa when I was 11 years old. I had won a national short story competition and the Ministry of Cultural Affairs had taken me and several other winners to Temple Trees to see the President. He was a rare and skilled politician. He knew the game and he played it very well. He had a clever way of making people … Continue reading The Last King of Lanka
America is arguably the most powerful nation in the world. Its wealth and military capacity is almost incomparable with those of other powerful nations. For instance the United States’ annual military budget, is larger than the total of the world’s top 26 military budgets combined. With this great wealth and power comes great the responsibility of national security. This responsibility often entails eliminating all threats … Continue reading America’s Democracy Promotion Mechanisms
Originally published on Colombo Telegraph Pic by chulie.wordpress.com Before the protests, before this became a debate about race, political affiliations, and law, even before her body was found, happened something that happens every day in Sri Lanka. Something that we need to talk about. It doesn’t matter if she’s Sinhala, Tamil, Muslim or Burgher. She’s a citizen of this country. She’s a daughter; Sri Lanka’s daughter. … Continue reading Sri Lanka’s Daughter
Originally published on Groundviews. I wish it were easier not to care. I wish I could grow up to be a corporate lawyer or a banker and just be content with a “normal” life. Have small, easy dreams like a beautiful house, a flashy car, a happy marriage and kids, learn to find joy in the little victories in life. but when you belong to … Continue reading The Lucky Ones
1994දී තාත්තා උතුරු නැගෙනහිර සේවයට යන විට මට වයස මාස හයකි. අයියාට අවුරැදු දෙක ලැබුවා පමණි. සමහර විටෙක ඔහුට මසකට වරක්වත් ගෙදර ඒමට නොලැබුනි. අම්මා ඇගේ රැකියාව කරන ගමන් අයියාවත්, මාවත් තනිවම හදාවඩා ගත්තාය. එවිට පනාගොඩ හමුදා නිල නිවාසයක ජීවත් වුනු අපි ඉතා අහිංසක,පුංචි පවුලක් වුනෙමු. තාත්තාට කලාතුරකින් ගෙදර ඒමට ඉඩ ලැබුනු විට අයියාටත් මටත් වැඩිය සතුටූ වුණේ අම්මාය. ඇය තුල වූයේ සතුටටත් වැඩිය සැනසීමකි. ඔහුගේ රැකියාවේ භයාණකකම දැන … Continue reading මම මා වීම. (Becoming me.)