Opinion
T Malli – He heard his last whistle
I first met T Malli in the basketball court of St Sebastian’s College. I was the coach yet did not know how to tell him politely that he had no business playing basketball, being height challenged as he was. But then, he was T Malli, a determined man who bucked the odds all his life, won some, lost some but had the courage to get on with his life, undaunted.
He was mostly a bencher in the team, hardly getting on to the tarmac. But he was always there, the perfect teammate, to cheer, to give water and occasionally play too as a worrisome guard. The team won the All-Island Schools Basketball Championship and T Malli stood on the victory platform. They were then chosen to play in a tournament in India and T Malli went abroad to play basketball. That was some feat for a “short-man class” basketball player. But it was T Malli alias Theresius Silva aka Terry Silva whose odyssey was to battle the odds to achieve what he wanted in life.
His parents were expecting a girl when T Malli was conceived, and they picked the name Therese for the ‘to be born.’ Well, the one that popped out was a boy. The parents modified Therese and converted it to Theresius, like some Roman gladiator. It was Theresius who was known as Terry and finally became the lovable T Malli who was my life-long friend.
He, like most of us, loitered rudderless in life and finally went to work in a factory producing pharmaceuticals. That was the time he started playing club basketball at the Moratuwa YMCA. I was still his coach and I humbly say I am more qualified to talk about T Malli’s basketball than anyone else. I trained him and played with him for more than 50 years.
He was my totally reliable ‘firecracker’ guard who tormented the best of playmakers that came against us. Despite his stature, he had excellent footwork and when crouched he was almost at ground level and from there T Malli moved like a jackrabbit, diving and stealing the ball from the best of dribblers. He was undoubtedly the best ‘super stopper’ I had against the top cagers in Sri Lanka in the seventies.
In the attack, T Malli played the wing and had a clean jump-shot and a greased-lightening lay-up. He was excellent at fast breaks. More than anything else his greatest value was, he did exactly what he was told to do. T Malli at his best was a most valuable player in his own rights to any coach. The sincerest testimony to his excellence on the court was expressed by one Mrs Cooray, whose five children were all national level basketball players. She used to categorically state that she likes to come for matches only when T Malli was playing. T Malli certainly provided optimum entertainment for any basketball spectator.
The Moratuwa YMCA won multiple championships at club level and T Malli played in the first five – a far cry from his school day basketball where he mainly sat on the bench and cheered and gave water and received a ‘gnanakatha’ as a reward.
Then came the wedding bells, when T Malli found the love of his life, the wonderful Audrey, who would walk to the end of the world with him. Their’s was a hard road but they managed with faith and courage to trim their needs and get on with life. Next came the two children, Trionne and Romaine, chips of the old block, who to the day I write have been excellent children taking care of T Malli and Audrey supplying all their needs sparing none.
It was the 70s and T Malli went to Bahrain to earn a little more, that being a norm for most Sri Lankans, becoming Dick Whittingtons in the Middle East. I used to meet him when I flew to Bahrain. T Malli at that time was doing three jobs on any given day. He was thin as a desert sparrow and was strained to the limit. Bahrain was hot and humid and three jobs a day was taking the toll on even someone as tough as T Malli. But he carried on, the prototype ‘cork general’ the kind that could never be sunk. They would always pop up and float defying the worst circumstances.
T Malli slaved and sent his sweat-minted Dinars to Audrey who wisely used them to educate their son and daughter. The pure determination of the parents and their frugal living to support the children paid rich dividends. Trionne and Romaine did extremely well obtaining professional qualifications and settled abroad in Melbourne and Dubai with their own families. T Malli and Audrey became migratory birds flying between Dubai and Melbourne regularly. Life was kind to them, the children made sure the parents had everything they needed. That sure was a pure blessing from up above.
Once his children were educated and were moving fast in the corporate ladder, T Malli resettled in Sri Lanka. He was a Jack of All Trades and a master of some. He exported fertilizer and won a national award. He became a landscape expert and a horticulturist. T Malli did so many things to take care of his and Audrey’s needs, enough to keep his home fires burning always striving not to be a burden to his children.
We needed someone in CandleAid to supervise the construction of a 28 house village near Sigiriya. Off went T Malli to work as a volunteer and get the job done. No, he wasn’t paid for it, he just did it to help the poor. He never forgot his own hard times and how he survived on sambol and bread.
T Malli continued to play basketball at St Sebastian’s College. He could still run and hit a jump shot from the deep wing. Of course, the fire had simmered, yet the fighting heart was all intact even though the fancy footwork had faded a long time ago. He was still good. The fellow players called him Terry Uncle and I was the oldest and had the privilege to refer to him as T Malli and he became T Malli Aiya to my two children. In the year 2023, the two of us were the only ones left on the court from the old brigade, the last two Mohicans who still played. He was around 70 and I was much more. The final game we played was about a month ago and he told me he was leaving for Dubai in a few days.
T Malli died the same way he always lived, without much ado. I do not think he ever stayed a single day in a hospital. He was playing with his grandchildren in his daughter’s home in Dubai. He just collapsed and took one last look at his ‘soul mate’ Audrey and breathed his last. I am sure I can categorically say ‘he was called to Jesus’.
T Malli was simply a good man who deserved the best.
Yes, we heard of his sudden demise, and we cried. He did not just go, he made us all cry, that was T Malli who was loved by all who came to know him. He was a wonderful man, an all-round lovely man. Whichever way you looked at him he was in a class of his own. What he left behind was a legacy of love and simple living. Never spoke ill of anyone, never did anything to hurt anyone, just lived his day from sunrise to sunset being everyone’s friend.
It is only at the ‘going down of the sun’ that we would know how beautiful the day has been. The sun has set finally for our dearest friend T Malli and his day has been gloriously beautiful. The toll of the knell is over for Theresius Silva. Let us not ask for whom the bell will toll next. As sad as it may sound, it sure would toll for you and for me.
Capt Elmo
elmojay1@gmail.com
Opinion
The Cream of the Earth: Why Sri Lanka needs a Fruit Consumers Movement
By Lalin I De Silva
Sri Lanka speaks constantly about hospitals, medicines, food imports, agricultural productivity and the rising cost of living. Yet there is one simple question we rarely ask:
Are we eating enough of the food that our own soil can naturally give us?
Fruit is perhaps one of the finest gifts of the earth to humankind. A ripe mango, banana, papaya, guava or avocado comes to us almost ready to eat. Sunlight, rain, soil, microorganisms, minerals and the labour of a farmer have already done most of the work.
That is why I like to describe fruit as the “cream of the earth.”
This is, of course, not an argument that fruit alone can prevent every disease, or guarantee longevity. Science does not support such exaggerated claims. But there is strong international evidence that regular consumption of fruits and vegetables forms an important part of a healthy diet and is associated with lower risks of several major non-communicable diseases.
Sri Lanka’s own dietary guidance encourages the daily consumption of fruit as part of a balanced diet.
The tragedy is that we live on an island capable of producing an extraordinary variety of fruits, while many families increasingly depend on highly processed foods, sugary drinks and imported snacks.
This deserves national attention.
We Produce — But Do We Connect?
Sri Lanka grows banana, mango, pineapple, papaya, avocado, rambutan, mangosteen, guava, woodapple, beli, pomegranate, durian and many lesser-known indigenous fruits.
Yet our fruit value chain remains fragmented.
The farmer often does not know the final consumer.
The consumer rarely knows the farmer.
Fruit travels through several intermediaries, sometimes suffering poor handling, unnecessary damage and price escalation along the way.
Consumers may not know where a fruit was grown, when it was harvested, whether it was naturally matured or what crop-protection practices were followed.
Meanwhile, a careful farmer, producing exceptional fruit, may receive almost the same farm-gate price as someone producing an inferior product.
That is not value-chain management.
It is precisely this disconnect that a new citizen-led initiative could begin to address.
25 Districts — 25 Consumer Societies
A proposal now emerging is to establish a Pure Sri Lankan Authentic Healthy Fruit Consumers Society in each of Sri Lanka’s 25 districts.
The concept should not become another organisation full of titles, meetings and ceremonial functions.
Its purpose must be practical.
Each district society could bring together consumers, growers, doctors, nutritionists, horticulturists, schools, universities, retailers, hotels, processors and young entrepreneurs.
The first task would be to understand the district itself.
What fruits are grown?
Where are they grown?
When are they available?
Which traditional varieties are disappearing?
Where can consumers purchase genuinely good fruits?
Where are the post-harvest losses?
What do farmers need?
What do consumers actually want?
From this information, each district could eventually develop its own Fruit Map.
Twenty-five district maps could then become a National Fruit Map of Sri Lanka.
From Anonymous Fruit to Traceable Fruit
Imagine buying a mango and scanning a QR code.
You could see the district, grower, variety, approximate harvest date and production information.
You could perhaps even provide feedback on taste.
That may sound futuristic, but the technology already exists.
The problem is not technology.
The problem is that our food system was never designed to connect the person who grows the fruit with the person who eats it.
Traceability could change that.
The principle is simple:
Know your farmer. Know your fruit.
Let the Consumer Lead
For decades, agriculture has largely been driven from the production side.
“How much can we produce?” has been the dominant question.
A healthier agricultural economy should begin with another question:
What does the consumer need, value and trust?
If thousands of consumers deliberately demand fresh, safe, flavorful and traceable Sri Lankan fruit, the message travels backwards through the entire value chain.
Retailers respond.
Farmers respond.
Nurseries respond.
Researchers respond.
Investors respond.
Government eventually has to respond.
That is the real power of an organised consumer movement.
Start With Children
Perhaps the most powerful campaign message could be remarkably simple:
Two Fruits a Day.
Imagine a Sri Lankan child coming home from school and asking:
“What are our fruits today?”
Imagine every school having a small fruit garden.
Imagine children being able to identify 10 Sri Lankan fruits, understand their seasons and know where they are grown.
Such behavioral change cannot be achieved merely by issuing circulars from Colombo.
It must become part of family culture.
Kandy Could Begin
Kandy would be a logical district in which to pilot the concept.
Its climatic diversity, surrounding agricultural communities, educational institutions, hotels, markets and strong plantation heritage provide an excellent testing ground.
A successful Kandy model could then be adapted—not blindly copied—across the other 24 districts.
The objective should ultimately be much larger than selling more fruit.
It is about reconnecting soil, farmer, food, consumer and health.
Sri Lanka does not need to invent every solution from outside.
Sometimes the answer may already be hanging from a tree beside us.
We simply have to recognise its value.
Know Your Farmer. Know Your Fruit. Live Well.
Opinion
‘Outpost of Empire’
Review
by Colleen Figg, Editor
and Reviewer – Amazon, New Voices Publishing
“Fernando echoes Macbeth with the line, “There is judgment here.” It captures the question running through the novel: can anyone participate in corruption and remain untouched by it? Beneath this satire is a dark story about power and the danger of believing, that someone else will always pay the price.”
Shavindra Fernando’s Outpost of Empire is a political novel set in the fictional country of Lackadasia. At its heart is a strong idea: an exploration of world politics, terrorism and the ways in which powerful countries manipulate smaller ones. Fernando is clearly writing about political issues that matter deeply to him.
The names immediately establish the book’s satirical character. Lackadasia, Burgherbugaria and the various Klowns suggest a world in which the people and places are exaggerated, but the issues beneath the exaggeration are recognisable. The playful language allows Fernando to approach terrorism, religious conflict and political corruption from an unusual angle.
Henry Stockwell is a central character: an ambassador who arrives in Lackadasia presenting himself as a friend of the country. He believes he understands how power works and treats the country, its politicians and its people as pawns on his personal chessboard. In his arrogance, he never doubts that he controls events rather than being controlled by them. This confidence makes him a compelling figure and in him, we explore the workings of political influence and the potential traps contained therein.
As the story develops, Fernando reveals a political world where causes are adopted when they are useful, people are exploited and discarded, and the truth becomes whatever those in power need it to be. Ordinary people suffer the consequences of decisions made far beyond their reach or knowledge, while those making those decisions continue to justify their actions. Even the people who help keep this world running may not be as important or as safe as they imagine.
Stockwell brings this idea into focus. He recognises corruption in others and willingly takes part in it himself, yet he cannot see that he might also suffer its consequences. Ultimately, he thinks his position will keep him safe. He is intelligent enough to understand the game, but not insightful enough to grasp the limits of his place within it. This blindness gives the novel a strong sense of irony.
The satirical approach gives Fernando room to criticise political hypocrisy without turning the novel into a direct political argument. By using fictional countries and exaggerated names, he creates some distance from specific governments and events while still making the larger targets of the book clear. The humour does not take away from the seriousness of the subject; instead, it makes the cruelty and self-interest beneath the political performance stand out more sharply.
Near the end, Fernando echoes Macbeth with the line, “There is judgment here.” It captures the question running through the novel: can anyone participate in corruption and remain untouched by it? Beneath this satire is a dark story about power and the danger of believing that someone else will always pay the price.
I came away feeling that Outpost of Empire is a valuable and thought-provoking book, particularly in today’s political and social climate. It has a distinctive voice, and the questions it raises about power, responsibility and foreign interference remain relevant far beyond the fictional borders of Lackadasia.
About the Author
Shavindra Fernando has worked as a reporter. He read English & Classics at the University of Peradeniya in Sri Lanka, and took International Relations & Ethnic Politics as a Reuter Fellow at the University of Oxford in England. The Vague Poetess (1999)was his first novel.
Opinion
Speaker’s dilemma
The Opposition, in its wisdom (or perhaps stupidity), has submitted yet another No-Confidence Motion (NCM) against the Speaker of Parliament. Perhaps it hopes to score some brownie points in the eyes of the public, which is hardly indifferent to such developments. Yet, knowing full well that the motion is unlikely to succeed, the exercise may well prove futile — akin to banging one’s head against a solid rock.
Nevertheless, the nearly fifty allegations levelled against the Speaker, whether justified or mere mudslinging, cannot simply be brushed aside. Such allegations may well have a bearing on the individual concerned, particularly where it matters most — his conscience — and few would dispute that possibility.
From a protocol standpoint, the Speaker occupies one of the highest positions in the country, ranking third in the hierarchy of state. He consequently belongs to the uppermost echelons of public life, with acquaintances and associates extending across a wide spectrum of society, including diplomats and other distinguished personalities. Such a position carries with it not merely prestige and privilege, but also an onerous responsibility to uphold the dignity and integrity of the office.
As the guardian of Parliament, the Speaker is expected to maintain standards of conduct, impartiality and discipline that are beyond reproach.
Whether the allegations are justifiable or not may be of little consequence to members of the ruling party, who will undoubtedly defend their colleague to the hilt. Nevertheless, the stigma arising from such allegations may prove difficult to erase, particularly in the eyes of his family, close associates and, ultimately, the voters who placed their trust in him. Of course, it is common knowledge that politics can be a dirty game and that, as Lord Acton famously observed, “power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
Yet, nothing could be more devastating than a person losing his own soul in the process. On the one hand, stepping down could be construed as an admission of responsibility for the allegations levelled against him. On the other, allowing the No-Confidence Motion (NCM) to proceed could expose him to further public scrutiny and potentially inflict lasting damage on his character, dignity and reputation. Thus, he finds himself caught between two unenviable choices, each carrying consequences that may extend far beyond the immediate political fallout.
The Speaker is therefore confronted with a classic Hobson’s choice, with neither option likely to be without consequences. After all, in politics, there are no permanent friends or enemies—only permanent interests.
WILLIAM
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