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Kapu Ella, You defeated me
The Dutch made this waterway, and the locals called it Kapu Ella (the canal that was dug). That was centuries ago, during the sad years when the civilised ‘New World’ was playing musical chairs, in the poorer continents, to own the rest of the planet. We, too, had our share, from a powerful threesome, the Portuguese, the Dutch and the English; they all had a go at us. That part is history, best left for the erudite to squabble about. My story is about Kapu Ella, the water link between the Kalu Ganga and the Bolgoda Lake, approximately nine miles of pastoral beauty, bucolic every foot of the way, which I tried to navigate in a canoe, just for the hell of it.
I have come down from Ratnapura to Kalutara rowing a boat, three days of toil but fascinating splendour that would stay in my mind for the rest of my life. Such was the thrill! Kapu Ella was nothing compared to that; just a day’s romp, maybe, three to four hours, adding a few more to laze and enjoy the ride; well, that was the plan.
My partner this time was Harin, 21 years of age, and from the canoe land of Canada, a uni student and nephew. Keen as mustard, off we went, the old, grizzled pelican, and the young and strong eager beaver, to conquer Kapu Ella.
The start was from Galapatha, where the Kalu Ganga linked to Kapu Ella, the route through which the Dutch brought their laden padda boats from Ratnapura to Colombo, via the Bolgoda Lake.
The morning was gray, distant thunderstorms were coughing and a steady drizzle fell, intermittently, at times intensifying to raging rain. We went by road, the canoe loaded into a van, driven by Buddy, my bosom pal, who was going to drive along the by-roads, riding shotgun for us from on the canal bank, just to give some insurance of sanity. We got down by the Kapu Ella and launched our Solitaire, the robin red canoe that had stood faithful in many a river journey of mine.
The plan was for us to keep moving and for Buddy to meet us at the bridges that spanned the Kapu Ella – a sane way of ensuring safety. We had a map; my young friend had ogled Google and printed out the path we were to follow. Sandwiches in a bag, two bottles of water and the camera and a notebook; that’s all we needed.
The first part of the journey was beautiful, the width of the Ella was no more than 30 feet and, on either side, were trees of all kinds, with emerald leaves from which multicoloured birds shot out to the sky in fear of the ‘red canoe’ trespassers. Cormorants swam among the water lilies and kingfishers perched and waited patiently for the fish to be foolish. The sky cleared into patches of blue and the cartoon clouds still hung around as if to say we will be back to drench you. The kid from Canada and yours truly rowed on, both fascinated by the serenity of it all, beauty at its best, a feast to the eyes and a balm to the soul as we made our way north along the Kapu Ella.
Then came the Ketela clumps, tall and green and thick and threatening, growing wild right across the Ella, completely blocking the path of the canoe. I never bargained for that; the most I thought would be some ‘japan jabara’ and salvinia that could be sorted out by two bamboos we brought with us, just in case the paddling became impossible among the water obstacles. But this Ketela wall was different, no way to proceed beyond that; the only choice was to take the canoe ashore and walk around it, along the Ella, till we came to the clear. That’s exactly what we did. As usual, the ever-present Sri Lankan advisor was there; Seeman, he’s come to collect his cow who was grazing on the marshy land and he became our instant guide, telling us to drag the canoe about 100 metres to clear the Ketela dense. That we did, and off we went, back among the Lotus and the Manel swaying in the wind as if to say, “Hello, hello, we haven’t seen your kind before.”

A mile down the lane, we ran into another Ketela wall. Nobody had come by boat this way, the thick green obstruction blocked the path and there was an ‘edanda’, right across the waterway as if to say ‘beyond this is damnation’. We pulled the canoe out again; this time it was no marsh, but a harsh creeper filled, and thorn infested the water’s edge, where we had to carry the 14-foot canoe. It was almost impossible, but that word had been omitted from my vocabulary long ago and I stubbornly trudged on and my young friend responded magnificently. He had come to do a canoe ride amongst the breathtaking riverside scenery and here he was dragging canoes along knee high marsh and carrying the canoe among the thorn bush with all kinds of insects having a feast on us. Yet, like the good Pancho he was, he simply hung on with the self-styled Don Quixote of Kapu Ella.
Back to the water and back to the beauty, my spirits were still at the zenith but my senses were giving warning bells. This was not the Kalu Ganga where people along the river waved at you and gave all the information needed. Here there was no one, not even a little hut to tell us help was near, the salvinia by this time was adding another dimension of distress and clogging the path so much that my weary “boat carrying – boat dragging” shoulders were making their own protests. As if to say all this is not enough, the rains, too, started pelting us; life certainly wasn’t fair and it appeared that the Gods themselves were ensuring punishment on those who were disturbing the tranquillity of nature.
My young friend, I knew, was busted, yet no complaints; he hung in there, paddle for paddle as we inched our way on the salvinia sea, hoping at least the rain would stop. We’ve been on the water for almost six hours, and it had been most demanding. There was always the fear of a crocodile, or a snake, or a viper. Well, there the Gods were kind; we saw none and none came to see us. That was a huge concession and a consolation in this desolation.
As we passed the sea of Salvinia, another Ketela wall was in sight. That one beat me. There was no way to go ashore, so thick was the scrub bush that it was impossible to take the canoe ashore and walk around. I sat there with my friend, and admitted defeat. We had to turn back, not to go back through all what we suffered, but to find a place we could go ashore and walk to find someone who would help us return to sanity.

We rowed back to a place where we saw some rubber trees and knew there would be people in the vicinity. We were too tired even to pull the canoe ashore, but managed, left the boat and went looking for help. A half a mile inland there was a house, and, of course, the instant warm hospitality of the proletariat.
A man and his wife came out and he told us to rest whilst he called a friend and went to bring our boat. In the meantime, my Canadian pulled his mobile and called Buddy and the van and gave the location. In no time we were on our way home.
Yes, Kapu Ella defeated me and won the round, but that was only the first battle. On our way home, we passed a bridge, under which the majestic Kapu Ella flowed. It was almost near Bolgoda. I stopped and got off the van and stood there looking at the ripples as they swirled around the Bridge roots. It looked as if Kapu Ella were laughing at us mockingly, seeing the Old Man and the Kid drenched, and weary, standing on the bridge and watching what vanquished them.
“Laugh, Kapu Ella, laugh all you want,” I whispered to the wind. “One day I will be back.”
Note:
It wasn’t long ago that motorboats from Bolgoda went along the Kapu Ella to Kalu Ganga and the Padda boats came in the reverse direction. Now, that cannot be done. Clumps of Ketela stand obstructing the way. One does not need the World Bank to fund the clearing of Ketela and make Kapu Ella a beautiful waterway for people to travel. But then, will the beauty and the serenity remain? That is the question. Maybe, I should cheer for the Ketela bushes that defeated me, maybe they are the last vestige of defence to protect nature and retain the solitude of Kapu Ella and reserve the place for the flora and the fauna, who, unlike us, know how to respect and hold such beauty sacred.
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Size of the table: Just how big is world’s gambling business? Part I
by Prof. C. A. Saliya
The first of a five-part series on the business of gambling: legal, illegal, and everything murky in between.
It is a Friday evening in Colombo. On the waterfront, a queue of well-dressed tourists files past a doorman and into the blinking lights of a casino floor, where a croupier is dealing baccarat to a table of high rollers. A few kilometres away, under an awning strung with festival lights, reading a racing paper from dawn to dusk, a group of neighbours sit cross-legged around a well-worn deck of cards, playing a fast, noisy game called Buruwa, small notes changing hands with every round. And in a bedroom somewhere between the two, a 19-year-old is staring at his phone, watching a candlestick chart jump up and down, one thumb hovering over a “Buy” button on a trading app he downloaded because a friend said it was “basically like the stock market, but faster.”
Four completely different scenes. Three completely different legal statuses, one fully licensed, one technically a legal offence, one not even classified as gambling at all. And yet, underneath the silk shirts, looking at the odds and potential winner of a sports event such as horse racing, the card mat/table, and the trading screen, all four people are doing exactly the same thing: putting money at risk on an outcome they don’t control, against a system built to take more from them than it gives back.
That is what this five-part series is about. Not whether gambling is right or wrong, readers can decide that for themselves, but what it actually is, as a business. How big is it? Who really profits from it? Why do some countries embrace it while others jail you for it? And why does something as old as dice and as new as a forex app keep reinventing itself, generation after generation, under different names?
A business bigger than most countries
Start with the numbers, because they are almost too large to take in.
The part of the gambling industry that operates in the open, licensed casinos, regulated sportsbooks, state lotteries, officially approved betting apps, is itself enormous. The global casino industry alone was worth an estimated $328 billion last year, and is expected to grow to nearly $580 billion within the decade. Just one city, Macau, generates more casino revenue in a year than most countries collect in total tax. Online betting and gaming, taken together, is projected to be worth well over $200 billion by the early 2030s.
But that is only the legal half of the picture, and it may not even be the bigger half.
According to a recent industry study, the world’s unregulated online gambling market, offshore casinos, unlicensed sportsbooks, betting apps operating without a licence anywhere near their customers, was worth an estimated $5.9 trillion in 2025. Trillion, not billion. The same report described this shadow industry as effectively the third-largest economy on Earth, behind only the United States and China, with unlicensed operators now taking in roughly three-quarters of all the money wagered online worldwide. In the United States alone, a country with plenty of legal, regulated betting options, illegal gambling operators reportedly pulled in nearly $100 billion last year, and that figure has been growing even as more American states legalise betting, not shrinking.
That last point is worth sitting with for a moment, because it cuts against the assumption most people make: that legalising something automatically starves the black market that grew up around it. Sometimes it does. But sometimes, and gambling seems to be one of those times, legalising a small, taxed, tightly-regulated slice of the market just makes the whole pie bigger, and the illegal operators simply grow alongside the legal ones, competing for the customers the legal market doesn’t reach or doesn’t satisfy.
Why is gambling illegal here, but legal there?
Roughly 40 countries ban gambling outright, no casinos, no betting shops, no lottery tickets, nothing. Most of them are in the Middle East and North Africa, where the ban traces back to Islamic teaching that treats games of pure chance as a kind of theft dressed up as entertainment, taking someone’s money without giving them anything of real value in return. Saudi Arabia can jail you for years for running an illegal gambling operation. Places like Qatar and Kuwait actively block gambling websites at the national internet level.
Then there is a much larger, blurrier middle ground, countries where gambling is technically restricted but everybody does it anyway, more or less in plain sight, because enforcement is patchy or simply not a government priority. Sri Lanka, as we’ll see across this series, sits partly in this middle ground itself: horse racing and licensed casinos are legal, a village card game played at every second festival is technically not, and online betting occupies a grey zone the government is only now trying to define properly.
And then there are the countries, an increasingly long list, that have gone the other way entirely: from banning gambling to actively licensing and taxing it, because they decided a controlled, visible industry was easier to manage than an invisible one they couldn’t tax or police at all. The United Arab Emirates, historically one of the strictest prohibition states in the Gulf, is in the middle of exactly this pivot right now, setting up its first licensed casinos and a national regulator from scratch.
Older than money itself
Gambling did not arrive with casinos, and it certainly did not arrive with smartphones. Archaeologists have found dice carved from animal bone in Mesopotamian ruins thousands of years old. One of the oldest stories in Indian literature, the Mahabharata, turns on a disastrous game of dice that costs a king his kingdom, his brothers’ freedom, and very nearly his wife’s dignity, a three-thousand-year-old cautionary tale about exactly the kind of “one more hand” thinking that still ruins people today. Renaissance Venice opened what many historians consider the first true public casino, the Ridotto, in 1638, a government-sanctioned gambling house, tellingly, set up specifically so the state could control and tax an activity it had already failed to stamp out through banning it.
Sri Lanka’s own relationship with gambling follows a similar, very human pattern: the activities favoured by the wealthy and the colonially connected, racecourses, private clubs, card games played for high stakes behind closed doors (in five-star hotel rooms), tended to be tolerated or quietly legalised, while the games played by ordinary people in villages and back streets were the ones written into law as crimes. That gap opened under British rule with horse racing on one side and an 1889 law criminalising “unlawful gaming” on the other, and in many ways it has never fully closed. Sri Lanka is now in the middle of its biggest gambling law shake-up in decades, with a new Bill working through Parliament that would scrap three separate old ordinances, on horse racing, general gambling, and casinos, and replace them with a single modern regulator responsible for everything, from a Colombo casino floor to an online betting app. Whether that new regulator actually closes the old gap between “gambling the wealthy do” and “gambling everyone else does” is a question we’ll come back to throughout this series, and especially in our final instalment.
What’s coming next
Over the next four weeks, this column will go deep into each corner of the gambling world:
Part 2
takes us inside the casino business itself, from the glittering, foreign-passport-only casinos of the Colombo waterfront, down to the humble village card game Buruwa (sometimes called “Baby Cutting”), which has been technically illegal since 1889 and is played completely openly at almost every festival (and in funeral houses) in the country anyway.
Part 3
looks at a form of gambling that doesn’t call itself gambling at all: online trading apps that let ordinary people bet on currencies, gold, and oil prices, often marketed as “investing,” even though the industry’s own disclosures show the overwhelming majority of users lose money. However, there are restrictions imposed by the Central Bank of Sri Lanka under the foreign exchange control.
Part 4
turns to sport, and specifically the oldest continuously legal form of betting almost everywhere in the world, horse racing, to explain, in plain terms, exactly how a bookmaker guarantees itself a profit no matter which horse wins.
Part 5
brings it all together, asking what fair, honest regulation of all these forms of gambling would actually look like, and whether Sri Lanka’s new law is close to getting there, or still years away.
Every one of these industries, the casino, the card circle, the trading app, the racecourse, shares the exact same mathematical backbone: a built-in edge that belongs to the house, dressed up in whatever costume makes it feel like something else, sport, investment, tradition, entertainment. The rest, as we’ll spend the next four weeks proving, is just packaging.
Next week: Part 2, From Bally’s to the Backstreet, inside the business of casinos and cards.
(Prof. C. A. Saliya, is a charted accountant, academic, researcher and former banker. He is the author of SAMAJA GAVESHAKAYA and Springer Publication DOING SOCIAL RESEARCH. He can be contacted at . The views expressed in this article are his own and do not necessarily represent those of the organisations with which he is affiliated.)
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From the missing to the missing truth and beyond
by Jehan Perera
The government is preparing to meet the challenge of the UN Human Rights Council next month. A Sri Lankan delegation led by Foreign Minister Vijitha Herath is expected to attend the 63rd session of the UNHRC in Geneva, where the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights will present a written update on Sri Lanka. The government has already submitted its response to the advance version of the report prepared by the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights. The Foreign Minister, accompanied by officials from Colombo and Sri Lanka’s Permanent Mission in Geneva, is expected to explain the progress made on reconciliation, accountability and human rights. This is therefore an important moment for the government. It is an opportunity not merely to defend its record but to make new commitments.
The government has been criticised, as were its predecessors, for the manner in which it has dealt with past human rights violations, especially those connected with the thirty year war. The vexed issue of thousands of missing persons remains at the centre of this criticism. The government has sought to strengthen the Office on Missing Persons by providing it with additional staff and resources. It has also given support to the excavations at the Chemmani mass grave. Justice and National Integration Minister Harshana Nanayakkara has told Parliament that the government has allocated Rs. 57 million for the excavations and related legal work, though that figure has not been set against the cost of comparable forensic operations elsewhere.
The government also took the significant step of holding a national event in Jaffna to mark the International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances. Minister Harshana Nanayakkara attended the event together with the Chairman of the Office on Missing Persons (OMP), Mahesh Katulanda, and other senior officials and political representatives. Their presence was meant to demonstrate the government’s commitment to addressing the issue. But on the victims’ side there is continuing dissatisfaction. The commemoration in Jaffna was met by a protest outside the District Secretariat, organised by families of the disappeared, who demanded to know what happened to relatives who, according to their accounts, surrendered to or were taken away by the military and were never heard from again.
Jaffna Protests
The protests in Jaffna are a reminder of the gap that remains between what the government is trying to do and what the victims expect. For these families, compensation and death certificates are not substitutes for knowing what actually happened to those they lost. The protests, and the police action taken against some of those who demonstrated, were reported by the international and Tamil media and by international human rights organisations, and overshadowed much of what the government had hoped to showcase at the Jaffna event. The OMP’s mandate is to establish the fate and whereabouts of missing persons, clarify the circumstances in which they went missing, and provide redress and assistance to their families. Accordingly, it has sought to verify complaints, remove duplicate entries, encourage people who have not yet made complaints to come forward, and facilitate compensation and other forms of assistance. The families of victims expect the OMP to do more to clarify the circumstances in which their loved ones went missing. An example would be the disappearance of 158 displaced Tamil persons from the Eastern University campus in Vantharumoolai, Batticaloa District, who were rounded up and forcibly removed in front of thousands of other similarly displaced persons, including the officer in charge Prof T Jayasingam.
The government has also increased the support available to families of the missing, and says it is accelerating the OMP’s investigations. But the scale of what remains undone is stark. There are around 11,000 complaints remaining to be investigated, according to the Justice Minister, while the OMP has reported that final information has been established in only 31 cases, communicated privately to the families concerned. On the government’s own figures, that puts the clearance rate for establishing fate and whereabouts at well under one percent of the outstanding caseload. There is a limit to what the OMP can do even with more resources and time. Its mandate is primarily to establish the fate and whereabouts of individual missing persons. It was not intended to produce the comprehensive, public account of the past that victims and the country as a whole require.
In 2015, the government headed by President Maithripala Sirisena and Prime Minister Ranil Wickremesinghe committed itself to establishing such a commission as part of a comprehensive approach to dealing with Sri Lanka’s past. Human Rights Council Resolution 30/1, which the government co-sponsored, specifically welcomed the proposed establishment of a “commission for truth, justice, reconciliation and non-recurrence”, together with an Office on Missing Persons and an Office for Reparations. However, the commitment to a truth-seeking mechanism was never fulfilled. The government should consider setting one up now. There is a growing feeling among Tamil people in the North and East that the government is failing to deliver on promises that are important to them. On issues important to them, they feel this is once again a Sinhala-dominated government like all the ones that came before.
Establish Truth
For the past two years the government has been concentrating on problems that it deems are important to the country as a whole such as the economy, development, poverty alleviation and corruption and criminality. However, the government needs to demonstrate that national unity means addressing the concerns of all communities, including those whose wounds from the war remain unhealed. Some of its own institutions have begun to act on this. The Office for National Unity and Reconciliation recently staged a drama entitled From Yakaweva to Nandikadal, depicting relationships between people that transcend the destruction caused by war. The drama portrayed the sufferings as well as the prejudices on both sides of the divide, from the Kebithigollewa bus bombing to the final days of the war around the Nandikadal lagoon. Its central message is that without forgiveness there cannot be reconciliation.
Particularly moving was the fact that the actors themselves came from families touched by the violence on both sides. The son of an LTTE Black Tiger leader and the daughter of an Army officer were among those who performed, alongside others who had experienced and survived some of the sites of carnage. The fact that a state institution is taking this message of reconciliation forward is itself a testament to the government’s openness to dealing with the past. A government institution can reach a population far larger than any civil society campaign could reach on its own, simply because the machinery of the state is so much more extensive. It is in this context that the government needs to give serious thought to setting up a Truth and Reconciliation Commission as the next step in the truth-seeking process. Special care will need to be taken to ensure that those who are appointed are not only politically non-partisan, but are acceptable to all the communities.
A Truth and Reconciliation Commission cannot by itself resolve all the wounds of the past. Nor can it replace criminal investigations or judicial proceedings where these are necessary. But it can provide something that existing institutions cannot provide on their own. This would be a comprehensive national process through which victims can be heard and the truth can be established. The general population needs to understand what happened, so that the country can begin to acknowledge its past without passing it on indefinitely to future generations. The government has already taken several steps. It is supporting the search for the truth at Chemmani. It has begun reaching out to families of the disappeared. Its own institutions are producing messages of reconciliation. But these are still not delivering the results that the victims and their families want. The next step should be to bring these efforts together to begin the journey from the missing to the missing truth, and from there to comprehensive justice.
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The long road to educating Sri Lanka’s Bhikkhunis
A robe without recognition:
by Anushka Kahandagamage
Education is the right of every child. Yet somewhere between childhood and the robe, that right becomes precarious for many Buddhist women in Sri Lanka, threatening not only their social standing, but their fundamental access to learning and the institutional discrimination they face. This piece is not about Buddhist disciplinary rules, which discriminates women, rather about how the state’s refusal to fully recognise bhikkhunis as bhikkhunis quietly determines what they are, and are not, permitted to learn.
Unlike dasasil mathas, who occupy a distinct and unofficial category within Buddhist renunciation, bhikkhunis belong to a formally ordained order recognised within Buddhist monastic tradition itself. Dasa sil mata means ‘ten-precept mother.’ They are women who observe the ten precepts (rather than the fuller Vinaya) and live a renunciant, celibate life, often in robes, but formal ordination has not translated into formal recognition by the state. Even after a Supreme Court ruling affirmed their right to be identified as bhikkhunis on their National Identity Cards, many still do not hold one. This stems from the hesitation of the male-dominated Buddhist hierarchy to recognise these women as part of the Theravada tradition, specifically refusing to validate their higher ordination. The identity card lists her title as Dasa Sil Mata. The ruling exists on paper, but they are still waiting for their identity cards. This is not a small bureaucratic oversight. It is the first link in a longer chain, one that reaches, eventually, into the classroom.
A Name Withheld
In Sri Lanka, there are 827 pirivenas, traditional monastic colleges that have, for centuries, served as the primary institutions of Buddhist education. Of these, only 12 are dedicated to female renunciants at all, and of those 12, just five serve fully ordained nuns specifically. The imbalance is stark on its face: 827 institutions for monks, five for fully ordained nuns. But the discrimination here is not only a matter of numbers, but it is also written into the very language used to name these institutions. Monks’ schools are called pirivena, a term carrying centuries of institutional weight, historical continuity, and state recognition under Sri Lanka’s education laws. Bhikkhunis’ schools, by contrast, are not called pirivenas at all. They are designated Buddha Sravika Meheni Adhyapana Ayathanaya (Institute for the Education of Buddha’s Female Disciples), a separate, parallel term that, however similar in function, withholds from bhikkhuni institutions the same legal and institutional status that the word ‘pirivena’ confers. Since there are ten-precept mothers, the institutes have not given the same name as the pirivena and lack the official as well as social recognition they deserve.
A Pattern a Century in the Making
Following the decline of the Buddhist nun (bhikkhuni) order after the Polonnaruwa period, the first woman to be robed again was ordained in 1905 as a dasasil matha. Although dasasil mathas have long served important religious and societal roles, they have historically lacked access to formal education. Unfortunately, today also, this pattern continuous to exist. Education, in this context, is never just about literacy or dhamma study. It is the currency of religious authority. A bhikkhuni denied equivalent education or educated in an institution the state refuses to name a pirivena, is denied that religious authority. She may know the Tipitaka as well as any monk yet will lack the institutional stamp that would make a lay community trust her reading of it. It was not indifference from the public; it was the accumulated effect of a system that has spent centuries teaching devotees, implicitly, that a woman’s robe does not carry the same weight as a man.
The female renunciants, both dasasil mathas and bhikkunis, although they wear robes, have not been regarded as individuals capable of comprehending or preaching dhamma, simply because they are women. This is most visible in education, the pirivena system, developed historically to train bhikkhus, offered dasasil mathas and bhikkunis no equivalent institutional pathway, no comparable curriculum, certification, or state recognition. This exclusion is notable because it runs counter to Sri Lanka’s broader educational trends, where women have historically outnumbered men in general university enrolment, the gap here is specific to monastic/religious education rather than a reflection of wider societal restrictions on women’s schooling. The country’s National Education Commission Policy has a section on Pirivena education. However, it does not address the education of Buddhist nuns, nor does it mention nuns within the policy. I recently learned that the policy was being reviewed, with a committee appointed by the Ministry of Education, scheduled to begin the review on the 1st of September. This presents an important opportunity to raise the issue of nuns’ education and advocate for its inclusion in the revised policy.
The monks and nuns’ education institutes are funded by the government, which allocates only 5,000–6,000 LKR per student for the entire year. This sum is grossly inadequate to cover even basic institutional needs, accommodation, food, learning materials, and the maintenance of the physical premises, let alone to support any meaningful expansion of the curriculum. With this level of funding, these education institutes are struggling to sustain themselves, and many are forced to rely almost entirely on external support simply to remain operational. This is where the disparity becomes most visible. As female renunciants have historically not been taken seriously, regarded neither as authoritative teachers of dhamma nor as figures worthy of the same reverence extended to their male counterparts, their education centres receive far fewer lay offerings than those for male renunciants. The result is a widening resource gap that mirrors and reinforces the very discrimination that caused it. Underfunded institutions produce fewer well-trained female scholars, which in turn reinforces the perception that female renunciants are less capable, a perception that then justifies continued underinvestment. Without deliberate intervention, either through equitable government allocation or targeted lay support, this cycle is likely to persist rather than resolve on its own.
Sitting Alone at the Bo Tree
I was at Jaya Sri Maha Bodhi in Anuradhapura, where a few monks sat preaching in the shade of the Bo Tree, each surrounded by small clusters of lay devotees. Nearby, I noticed a few female Buddhist renunciants, though I could not immediately tell whether they were bhikkhunîs or dasasil mathas, since visually, in their robes and demeanour, they appeared indistinguishable to an outside observer. Most of them sat alone, without the small crowds of devotees gathered around the monks nearby. This, too, is not incidental. Because women cannot enter the sâsana through the same pathway to ordination, available to men, many Buddhist female renunciants remain dasasil mathas, a status that carries the appearance of monastic life without its legitamised spiritual standing. They observe the 10 precepts, wear robes, and live in renunciation, yet occupy a lower, unofficial rung in the religious hierarchy, one that grants them neither the ordination lineage nor the institutional recognition given to monks. However, in June last year, the Supreme Court of Sri Lanka delivered a landmark majority ruling in SC/FR/218/2013, affirming that fully ordained Buddhist nuns have the fundamental right to use the title ‘Bhikkhuni’ on their National Identity Cards, legally recognising the de facto existence of the Bhikkhuni Sanga.
A Closed Loop
Social discrimination and educational discrimination feed each other in a closed loop. Because bhikkhunis have fewer, less recognised institutions, fewer are formally trained to a standard the public recognises. Because fewer are recognised as authoritative teachers, fewer devotees seek them out or support them. Because they attract fewer devotees, the education institutions of female renunciants remain under-resourced and easy to overlook in state budgets and in popular imagination alike. A dasasil matha or bhikkhuni without an active following also lacks the economic support that following brings, since in Sri Lanka’s monastic economy, devotees are patrons as much as students. The precarity is not only spiritual or bureaucratic; it is material, and it compounds across a lifetime spent in robes.
Until bhikkhunis’ education is named, funded, and recognised on the same terms as that of bhikkhus, this will remain a story not only about missing ID cards or under-resourced schools, but about an education system that continues to decide, quietly and continuously, which students are worth investing in. Education was supposed to be the one place where the women can speak for themselves, instead, for these women, it has become just another place where women have to ask permission to be heard.
(Anushka is a Sociologist who is working on contemporary Buddhist movements. She was formerly attached to the University of Colombo)
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