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PMs official visit to Japan – she tells us “don’t get late and don’t go to a geisha house!”
“Rarely have we laughed so much” swapping stories
(Excerpted from the autobiography of MDD Pieris)
At 8 a.m. next day, November 12, 1976. the State drive to the airport commenced. We took off for Tokyo. The flying time was around three hours 45 minutes, and we arrived at 1 p.m. According to the Japanese arrangements, the Prime Minister was met by the Head of the Suite of Honour, the Chief of Protocol, Ambassador Uchida and wife, as well as Sri Lanka’s Ambassador Bernard Tilakaratna and wife. The only ceremony at the airport was a gun salute.
The formal welcoming ceremony was to be held later. We were accommodated at the luxurious and opulent Akasaka Palace Hotel, with shining marble, rich brocades and ornate furniture. Some of us were assigned very large suites of rooms. The marble floors were so shiny that walking was somewhat of a hazard. We spent a quiet afternoon, settling in and getting our bearings. At 8 p.m. the Prime Minister was interviewed on Japanese TV, for which we prepared during the early evening. Thereafter, at 9 p.m. we went to Ambassador Bernard Tilakaratna’s for a relaxed private dinner.
The following day, the very colourful, formal, official welcoming ceremony took place at 10 a.m. out in the spacious courtyard of Akasaka Palace, with long red carpets, a smartly turned out guard of honour and a band playing the National Anthems. It was quite cold outside, uncomfortably so at times. The Japanese Prime Minister Mr. Miki and Mrs. Miki were present, and so were the diplomatic corps. The ceremony was over by 10.30 a.m. At 11 a.m. we left from Tokyo railway station, by the super express “Hikari” to Nagoya. Lunch was served on the train. At Nagoya we changed trains and at 3 p.m. arrived at Toba station in rain and gloom.
By 3.15 p.m. we were at Mikimoto Pearl Island. The Prime Minister was personally taken around by Mr. and Mrs. Mikimoto. We were shown the process of culturing pearls. The oyster is first delicately opened up. A small shard of skin taken from inside the oyster and a type of round oyster shell piece is placed within. The oysters are then tied to grids, and the grids immersed in water. After a period of three years the secretions of the oyster make a pearl, which is really a natural pearl, but artificially induced. All this was very interesting. Also fascinating was to see the women pearl divers in action. They were diving in fairly heavy rain and in the cold looking for oysters.
At around 4.45 p.m. we left the island for the Shima Kanko Hotel, about one hour’s drive on a picturesque winding mountain road, with a view of numerous small islands and the Pacific ocean below. The view was obscured somewhat by the rain. At 7.45 p.m. we had dinner at the hotel with Mr. & Mrs. Mikimoto.
The next day the 14th, it was still raining heavily. At 9.20 a.m. we left by train to Kyoto, a journey of about three hours. We were accommodated at the comfortable Miyako Hotel. The afternoon was free for sight-seeing. We were taken to see a silk weaving centre; a beautiful Japanese garden neatly laid out; ponds full of beautiful multi-coloured fish; Temples; and Kyoto Palace, a one time residence of emperors. The Palace was quite spartan in appearance. There was little ostentation or opulence. Wood was the predominant building material and the inside was somewhat gloomy. The white pebbled courtyards were simple and attractive.
We got back to the hotel around 5.30 p.m. At 7.30 p.m. the Chief of Protocol, Ambassador Uchida and wife, who had accompanied us took the Prime Minister and us to an excellent restaurant where we had varieties of Japanese food. We got back at 10 p.m. and Ambassador Uchida invited Arthur Basnayake, Bernard Tilakaratna and myself to go out and have a drink at a Geisha house. He wanted us to have this cultural experience, before we left Japan. It fell to my lot to inform the Prime Minister that we were going out. “Alright, but don’t get late, and don’t go to a geisha house!” she added humorously.
Ambassador Uchida and a couple of other senior Japanese officials took us to a geisha house. We removed our shoes at the entrance, and got into a comfortable pair of slippers. The lady in-charge dressed in an elaborately patterned Kimono, stylistically done hair and heavily touched up face bowed and received us. She led us to a room with subdued lighting, tatami mats and low tables, with cushions placed on the mats around the tables. A number of elaborately made up ladies dressed in traditional silk kimonos bowed and greeted us here, and they acted as hostesses until we left a little past midnight.
We spent only about one and half hours there. But it was an experience worth having. The ladies helped us to remove our jackets, and they loosened our ties to make us comfortable. We sat on the cushions and was soon sipping sake, the Japanese rice wine, and eating some delicious food served in small quantities by our hostesses. The senior Japanese officials with us were much traveled and experienced. They spoke perfect English, and the time was spent in relating a number of humorous anecdotes and experiences by everyone, some bordering on the risque.
Seldom had we laughed so much. The anecdotes were interspersed with witty remarks and irreverent comments. In the meantime, our hostesses, who were seated by our sides, gently saw to it that we ate and drank. After about 40 minutes of this, the room lights gradually dimmed, to near darkness, and a kimono clad figure appeared with some kind of classical string musical instrument, which she played whilst singing a plaintive and haunting song. It was a well-designed break from our uproarious exchanges, and was meant to slow the tempo and afford us relaxation on a different plane.
After the song, the lights brightened again and we resumed our chatter. But it was interesting, that we took awhile to transit from serenity and song, back to our previous mode of conduct. Altogether, it was a delightful evening. We had laughed so much, that we were sweating. The food and drink were excellent, and the ladies attending to us, concerned and diligent hostesses. This whole episode exemplified an important aspect of Japanese life style at a particular level.
They work very hard and long. At the same time, their culture and their practices provide them with opportunities to completely take their mind off work and relax totally. During the entire one and half-hours of socializing, not once did anyone refer to anything official, other than to satirize or lampoon. We were not there to discuss grave issues. We were there to enjoy ourselves.
The next morning, November 15, we had to make an early start, and take the 8.05 a.m. train from Kyoto to Tokyo. The Prime Minister had a very good memory, and in the morning when we met her in the lobby of the hotel just prior to our departure for the station, she remembered to ask “So how was last night?” We replied that it was most enjoyable. “What time did you return?” was the next question. We told her. But whilst answering that question our minds were working on an answer to a possible third question, as to where we went. That question did not come, but we wondered whether we detected a twinkle in her eyes.
Kyoto to Tokyo was a three-hour journey. En route the Prime Minister discussed with us details pertaining to that afternoon’s official meeting with the Japanese Prime Minister. But before that meeting, the Prime Minister and some of us had a most important luncheon engagement. It was with Emperor Hirohito, the Empress, and other members of the Royal family and some distinguished guests. Having arrived back at Akasaka Palace Hotel at 11.20 a.m., the Prime Minister, Ambassador Bernard Tilakaratna, Mackie and I left for the Imperial Palace at 12.20 p.m. Only the Prime Minister and the Ambassador attended the audience with the Emperor.
We were ushered into a hall, where two distinguished invitees in long frock coats were already there, the Chief Justice and the Speaker of the Lower House of Parliament, (The Diet). In due course, we were all introduced to the Emperor and Empress and the other members of the Royal family who sat for lunch with us. They were Crown Prince Akihito, Princess Michiko and Prince Mikasa, and his wife. Prince Mikasa had earlier visited Sri Lanka as a special envoy during the Buddha Jayanthi Celebrations in 1956.
The other distinguished Japanese invitees besides the Chief Justice and the Speaker, were the Prime Minister Mr. Miki, the Foreign Minister and the President of the Senate. It was a formal, subdued lunch, with polite conversation in soft modulated voices.
We got back at 3 p.m. and almost immediately afterwards left for the Prime Minister’s office for talks with the Japanese Prime Minister at 3.30 p.m. The discussions, as usual covered both bilateral and international issues, and were conducted in an atmosphere of great cordiality. We were back at the hotel at 5.30 p.m. and had a short break before dressing for dinner. At 7.30 p.m. Prime Minister Miki hosted a banquet in honour of the Prime Minister at his residence.
Whilst dressing to attend this, I found to my consternation that my dress shirt had come back from the laundry, with two buttons missing and a third wobbly. The two bows that I had packed also proved to be defective. There was nothing else to be done except to prop up things with judiciously placed pins, which took time and effort, with the departure deadline approaching. I had a most uncomfortable evening, thereafter, wondering what would happen every time I bowed, in a milieu where a great deal of bowing was mandatory.
To my great relief, the evening passed without a major disaster, but with stress as a companion. I was particularly concerned about the prospect of the bow ending up in the soup with a loud plop and endangering my clothes, as well as possibly my distinguished neighbours! We got back at 10.30 p.m. and as was customary, worked with my senior colleagues on the day’s cables to Colombo, the Joint Communique and other matters. We finally, went to sleep at 1.15 a.m. after a particularly long and eventful day.
The new day, the 16th, which had already dawned was not as hectic as the previous one. There were however some important appointments. The lunch hosted by the Economic Organization of Japan gave the Prime Minister an opportunity to talk to a number of industrialists and businessmen. There followed at 4.30 p.m. an Embassy reception to meet Sri Lankans living and working in Japan. At 6.15 p.m. we were at the National Theatre and watched a part of a Kabuki play. We got back at 8 p.m. and after dinner, the senior official team got down to some extended work on a number of matters, which included an important opening statement for the Prime Minister’s press conference, the next day, refining the language and adjusting the content of the draft joint communique between the two governments; and finalizing cables to Colombo. We finished only at 2.30 a.m., which meant another day of little sleep.
Later this day November 17, there was a further round of talks between the two Prime Ministers commencing at 9.15 a.m. At this meeting, Japan pledged increased grant and project aid. The sessions concluded at 10.30 a.m. We then accompanied the Prime Minister to a 10.45 a.m. reception hosted in her honour by the Japanese Buddhist Federation. After lunch, at the hotel we accompanied the Prime Minister to the Nippon Press Centre for a 4 p.m. Press Conference. It went quite smoothly, and without any problems. We got back at 5.30 p.m. for a short rest, and then came down for the 8 p.m. formal black tie dinner hosted by the Prime Minister in honour of Prime Minister Miki and Mrs. Miki, held at the plush banqueting hall of Akasaka Palace Hotel.
This was our final day in Japan, and after dinner the Prime Minister and all of us exchanged views and attempted to sum up our experience and what had been achieved in Japan. I went back to my room afterwards, and drafted the Cabinet Paper on the entire visit to the three countries. I had made this both a practice and habit, for two main reasons. The first was my belief in the necessity for promptness. The second was the more practical issue of the load of work you were going home to.
Although acting arrangements were always made, and I had a person of the calibre of WT Jayasinghe acting for me, yet the convention and practice were that important matters, unless urgent were kept back, for the permanent incumbent to tackle. Therefore, it was also a matter of practical good sense that you covered as much ground as possible of issues related to a foreign visit, before you arrived home to an accelerated period of work. You then only had to attend to the inevitable area of the follow up on certain matters, which every visit entailed.
On the 18th, our last morning in Japan, there was heavy rain. Therefore, the formal departure ceremony which was to be in the Palace courtyard, was shifted indoors to a large hall at Akasaka Palace. The guard of honour; the band; the flags of the two countries and the distinguished invitees were all accommodated in this hall. After the arrival of Prime Minister Miki and wife, the ceremony began. The band sounded very loud indoors. At 9. 30 a.m. we left Tokyo, by the British Airways flight to Colombo via Hong Kong. On the flight, I showed the draft of the Cabinet Paper, which was rather long to the Prime Minister and obtained her approval.
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How Black Civil Rights leaders strengthen democracy in the US
On being elected US President in 2008, Barack Obama famously stated: ‘Change has come to America’. Considering the questions continuing to grow out of the status of minority rights in particular in the US, this declaration by the former US President could come to be seen as somewhat premature by some. However, there could be no doubt that the election of Barack Obama to the US presidency proved that democracy in the US is to a considerable degree inclusive and accommodating.
If this were not so, Barack Obama, an Afro-American politician, would never have been elected President of the US. Obama was exceptionally capable, charismatic and eloquent but these qualities alone could not have paved the way for his victory. On careful reflection it could be said that the solid groundwork laid by indefatigable Black Civil Rights activists in the US of the likes of Martin Luther King (Jnr) and Jesse Jackson, who passed away just recently, went a great distance to enable Obama to come to power and that too for two terms. Obama is on record as owning to the profound influence these Civil Rights leaders had on his career.
The fact is that these Civil Rights activists and Obama himself spoke to the hearts and minds of most Americans and convinced them of the need for democratic inclusion in the US. They, in other words, made a convincing case for Black rights. Above all, their struggles were largely peaceful.
Their reasoning resonated well with the thinking sections of the US who saw them as subscribers to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, for instance, which made a lucid case for mankind’s equal dignity. That is, ‘all human beings are equal in dignity.’
It may be recalled that Martin Luther King (Jnr.) famously declared: ‘I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed….We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’
Jesse Jackson vied unsuccessfully to be a Democratic Party presidential candidate twice but his energetic campaigns helped to raise public awareness about the injustices and material hardships suffered by the black community in particular. Obama, we now know, worked hard at grass roots level in the run-up to his election. This experience proved invaluable in his efforts to sensitize the public to the harsh realities of the depressed sections of US society.
Cynics are bound to retort on reading the foregoing that all the good work done by the political personalities in question has come to nought in the US; currently administered by Republican hard line President Donald Trump. Needless to say, minority communities are now no longer welcome in the US and migrants are coming to be seen as virtual outcasts who need to be ‘shown the door’ . All this seems to be happening in so short a while since the Democrats were voted out of office at the last presidential election.
However, the last US presidential election was not free of controversy and the lesson is far too easily forgotten that democratic development is a process that needs to be persisted with. In a vital sense it is ‘a journey’ that encounters huge ups and downs. More so why it must be judiciously steered and in the absence of such foresighted managing the democratic process could very well run aground and this misfortune is overtaking the US to a notable extent.
The onus is on the Democratic Party and other sections supportive of democracy to halt the US’ steady slide into authoritarianism and white supremacist rule. They would need to demonstrate the foresight, dexterity and resourcefulness of the Black leaders in focus. In the absence of such dynamic political activism, the steady decline of the US as a major democracy cannot be prevented.
From the foregoing some important foreign policy issues crop-up for the global South in particular. The US’ prowess as the ‘world’s mightiest democracy’ could be called in question at present but none could doubt the flexibility of its governance system. The system’s inclusivity and accommodative nature remains and the possibility could not be ruled out of the system throwing up another leader of the stature of Barack Obama who could to a great extent rally the US public behind him in the direction of democratic development. In the event of the latter happening, the US could come to experience a democratic rejuvenation.
The latter possibilities need to be borne in mind by politicians of the South in particular. The latter have come to inherit a legacy of Non-alignment and this will stand them in good stead; particularly if their countries are bankrupt and helpless, as is Sri Lanka’s lot currently. They cannot afford to take sides rigorously in the foreign relations sphere but Non-alignment should not come to mean for them an unreserved alliance with the major powers of the South, such as China. Nor could they come under the dictates of Russia. For, both these major powers that have been deferentially treated by the South over the decades are essentially authoritarian in nature and a blind tie-up with them would not be in the best interests of the South, going forward.
However, while the South should not ruffle its ties with the big powers of the South it would need to ensure that its ties with the democracies of the West in particular remain intact in a flourishing condition. This is what Non-alignment, correctly understood, advises.
Accordingly, considering the US’ democratic resilience and its intrinsic strengths, the South would do well to be on cordial terms with the US as well. A Black presidency in the US has after all proved that the US is not predestined, so to speak, to be a country for only the jingoistic whites. It could genuinely be an all-inclusive, accommodative democracy and by virtue of these characteristics could be an inspiration for the South.
However, political leaders of the South would need to consider their development options very judiciously. The ‘neo-liberal’ ideology of the West need not necessarily be adopted but central planning and equity could be brought to the forefront of their talks with Western financial institutions. Dexterity in diplomacy would prove vital.
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Grown: Rich remnants from two countries
Whispers of Lanka
I was born in a hamlet on the western edge of a tiny teacup bay named Mirissa on the South Coast of Sri Lanka. My childhood was very happy and secure. I played with my cousins and friends on the dusty village roads. We had a few toys to play with, so we always improvised our own games. On rainy days, the village roads became small rivulets on which we sailed paper boats. We could walk from someone’s backyard to another, and there were no fences. We had the freedom to explore the surrounding hills, valleys, and streams.
I was good at school and often helped my classmates with their lessons. I passed the General Certificate of Education (Ordinary Level) at the village school and went to Colombo to study for the General Certificate of Education (Advanced Level). However, I did not like Colombo, and every weekend I hurried back to the village. I was not particularly interested in my studies and struggled in specific subjects. But my teachers knew that I was intelligent and encouraged me to study hard.
To my amazement, I passed the Advanced Level, entered the University of Kelaniya, completed an honours degree in Economics, taught for a few months at a central college, became a lecturer at the same university, and later joined the Department of Census and Statistics as a statistician. Then I went to the University of Wales in the UK to study for an MSc.
The interactions with other international students in my study group, along with very positive recommendations from my professors, helped me secure several jobs in the oil-rich Middle Eastern countries, where I earned salaries unimaginable in Sri Lankan terms. During this period, without much thought, I entered a life focused on material possessions, social status, and excessive consumerism.
Life changes
Unfortunately, this comfortable, enjoyable life changed drastically in the mid-1980s because of the political activities of certain groups. Radicalised youths, brainwashed and empowered by the dynamics of vibrant leftist politics, killed political opponents as well as ordinary people who were reluctant to follow their orders. Their violent methods frightened a large section of Sri Lanka’s middle class into reluctantly accepting country-wide closures of schools, factories, businesses, and government offices.
My father’s generation felt a deep obligation to honour the sacrifices they had made to give us everything we had. There was a belief that you made it in life through your education, and that if you had to work hard, you did. Although I had never seriously considered emigration before, our sons’ education was paramount, and we left Sri Lanka.
Although there were regulations on what could be brought in, migrating to Sydney in the 1980s offered a more relaxed airport experience, with simpler security, a strong presence of airline staff, and a more formal atmosphere. As we were relocating permanently, a few weeks before our departure, we had organised a container to transport sentimental belongings from our home. Our flight baggage was minimal, which puzzled the customs officer, but he laughed when he saw another bulky item on a separate trolley. It was a large box containing a bookshelf purchased in Singapore. Upon discovering that a new migrant family was arriving in Australia with a 32-volume Encyclopaedia Britannica set weighing approximately 250 kilograms, he became cheerful, relaxed his jaw, and said, G’day!
Settling in Sydney
We settled in Epping, Sydney, and enrolled our sons in Epping Boys’ High School. Within one week of our arrival from Sri Lanka, we both found jobs: my wife in her usual accounting position in the private sector, and I was taken on by the Civil Aviation Authority (CAA). While working at the CAA, I sat the Australian Graduate Admission Test. I secured a graduate position with the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS) in Canberra, ACT.
We bought a house in Florey, close to my office in Belconnen. The roads near the house were eerily quiet. Back in my hometown of Pelawatta, outside Colombo, my life had a distinct soundtrack. I woke up every morning to the radios blasting ‘pirith’ from the nearby houses; the music of the bread delivery van announcing its arrival, an old man was muttering wild curses to someone while setting up his thambili cart near the junction, free-ranging ‘pariah’ dogs were barking at every moving thing and shadows. Even the wildlife was noisy- black crows gathered on the branches of the mango tree in front of the house to perform a mournful dirge in the morning.
Our Australian neighbours gave us good advice and guidance, and we gradually settled in. If one of the complaints about Asians is that they “won’t join in or integrate to the same degree as Australians do,” this did not apply to us! We never attempted to become Aussies; that was impossible because we didn’t have tanned skin, hazel eyes, or blonde hair, but we did join in the Australian way of life. Having a beer with my next-door neighbour on the weekend and a biannual get-together with the residents of the lane became a routine. Walking or cycling ten kilometres around the Ginninderra Lake with a fit-fanatic of a neighbour was a weekly ritual that I rarely skipped.
Almost every year, early in the New Year, we went to the South Coast. My family and two of our best friends shared a rented house near the beach for a week. There’s not much to do except mix with lots of families with kids, dogs on the beach, lazy days in the sun with a barbecue and a couple of beers in the evening, watching golden sunsets. When you think about Australian summer holidays, that’s all you really need, and that’s all we had!
Caught between two cultures
We tried to hold on to our national tradition of warm hospitality by organising weekend meals with our friends. Enticed by the promise of my wife’s home-cooked feast, our Sri Lankan friends would congregate at our place. Each family would also bring a special dish of food to share. Our house would be crammed with my friends, their spouses and children, the sound of laughter and loud chatter – English mingled with Sinhala – and the aroma of spicy food.
We loved the togetherness, the feeling of never being alone, and the deep sense of belonging within the community. That doesn’t mean I had no regrets in my Australian lifestyle, no matter how trivial they may have seemed. I would have seen migration to another country only as a change of abode and employment, and I would rarely have expected it to bring about far greater changes to my psychological role and identity. In Sri Lanka, I have grown to maturity within a society with rigid demarcation lines between academic, professional, and other groups.
Furthermore, the transplantation from a patriarchal society where family bonds were essential to a culture where individual pursuit of happiness tended to undermine traditional values was a difficult one for me. While I struggled with my changing role, my sons quickly adopted the behaviour and aspirations of their Australian peers. A significant part of our sons’ challenges lay in their being the first generation of Sri Lankan-Australians.
The uniqueness of the responsibilities they discovered while growing up in Australia, and with their parents coming from another country, required them to play a linguistic mediator role, and we, as parents, had to play the cultural mediator role. They were more gregarious and adaptive than we were, and consequently, there was an instant, unrestrained immersion in cultural diversity and plurality.
Technology
They became articulate spokesmen for young Australians growing up in a world where information technology and transactions have become faster, more advanced, and much more widespread. My work in the ABS for nearly twenty years has followed cycles, from data collection, processing, quality assurance, and analysis to mapping, research, and publishing. As the work was mainly computer-based and required assessing and interrogating large datasets, I often had to depend heavily on in-house software developers and mainframe programmers. Over that time, I have worked in several areas of the ABS, making a valuable contribution and gaining a wide range of experience in national accounting.
I immensely valued the unbiased nature of my work, in which the ABS strived to inform its readers without the influence of public opinion or government decisions. It made me proud to work for an organisation that had a high regard for quality, accuracy, and confidentiality. I’m not exaggerating, but it is one of the world’s best statistical organisations! I rubbed shoulders with the greatest statistical minds. The value of this experience was that it enabled me to secure many assignments in Vanuatu, Fiji, East Timor, Saudi Arabia, and the Solomon Islands through the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund after I left the ABS.
Living in Australia
Studying and living in Australia gave my sons ample opportunities to realise that their success depended not on acquiring material wealth but on building human capital. They discovered that it was the sum total of their skills embodied within them: education, intelligence, creativity, work experience and even the ability to play basketball and cricket competitively. They knew it was what they would be left with if someone stripped away all of their assets. So they did their best to pursue their careers on that path and achieve their life goals. Of course, the healthy Australian economy mattered too. As an economist said, “A strong economy did not transform a valet parking attendant into a professor. Investment in human capital did that.”
Nostalgia
After living in Australia for several decades, do I miss Sri Lanka? Which country deserves my preference, the one where I was born or the one to which I migrated? There is no single answer; it depends on opportunities, prospects, lifestyle, and family. Factors such as the cost of living, healthcare, climate, and culture also play significant roles in shaping this preference. Tradition in a slow-motion place like Sri Lanka is an ethical code based on honouring those who do things the same way you do, and dishonour those who don’t. However, in Australia, one has the freedom to express oneself, to debate openly, to hold unconventional views, to be more immune to peer pressure, and not to have one’s every action scrutinised and discussed.
For many years, I have navigated the challenges of cultural differences, conflicting values, and the constant negotiation of where I truly ‘belong.’ Instead of yearning for a ‘dream home’ where I once lived, I have struggled, and to some extent succeeded, to find a home where I live now. This does not mean I have forgotten or discarded my roots. As one Sri Lankan-Australian senior executive remarked, “I have not restricted myself to the box I came in… I was not the ethnicity, skin colour, or lack thereof, of the typical Australian… but that has been irrelevant to my ability to contribute to the things which are important to me and to the country adopted by me.” Now, why do I live where I live – in that old house in Florey? I love the freshness of the air, away from the city smog, noisy traffic, and fumes. I enjoy walking in the evening along the tree-lined avenues and footpaths in my suburb, and occasionally I see a kangaroo hopping along the nature strip. I like the abundance of trees and birds singing at my back door. There are many species of birds in the area, but a common link with ours is the melodious warbling of resident magpies. My wife has been feeding them for several years, and we see the new fledglings every year. At first light and in the evening, they walk up to the back door and sing for their meal. The magpie is an Australian icon, and I think its singing is one of the most melodious sounds in the suburban areas and even more so in the bush.
by Siri Ipalawatte
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Big scene for models…
Modelling has turned out to be a big scene here and now there are lots of opportunities for girls and boys to excel as models.
Of course, one can’t step onto the ramp without proper training, and training should be in the hands of those who are aware of what modelling is all about.
Rukmal Senanayake is very much in the news these days and his Model With Ruki – Model Academy & Agency – is responsible for bringing into the limelight, not only upcoming models but also contestants participating in beauty pageants, especially internationally.
On the 29th of January, this year, it was a vibrant scene at the Temple Trees Auditorium, in Colombo, when Rukmal introduced the Grey Goose Road To Future Model Hunt.

Tharaka Gurukanda … in
the scene with Rukmal
This is the second Model Hunt to be held in Sri Lanka; the first was in 2023, at Nelum Pokuna, where over 150 models were able to showcase their skills at one of the largest fashion ramps in Sri Lanka.
The concept was created by Rukmal Senanayake and co-founded by Tharaka Gurukanda.
Future Model Hunt, is the only Southeast Asian fashion show for upcoming models, and designers, to work along and create a career for their future.
The Grey Goose Road To Future Model Hunt, which showcased two segments, brought into the limelight several models, including students of Ruki’s Model Academy & Agency and those who are established as models.
An enthusiastic audience was kept spellbound by the happenings on the ramp.

Doing it differently
Four candidates were also crowned, at this prestigious event, and they will represent Sri Lanka at the respective international pageants.
Those who missed the Grey Goose Road To Future Model Hunt, held last month, can look forward to another exciting Future Model Hunt event, scheduled for the month of May, 2026, where, I’m told, over 150 models will walk the ramp, along with several designers.
It will be held at a prime location in Colombo with an audience count, expected to be over 2000.
Model With Ruki offers training for ramp modelling and beauty pageants and other professional modelling areas.
Their courses cover: Ramp walk techniques, Posture and grooming, Pose and expression, Runway etiquette, and Photo shoots and portfolio building,
They prepare models for local and international fashion events, shoots, and competitions and even send models abroad for various promotional events.
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