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A time for reflection: what was achieved and remains to be achieved
(Concluding instalment of Padmani Mendis’ autobiography focused on her global work on Community Based Rehabilitation of the disabled that took her to many parts of the world)
These are my memories as I have lived them. Memories of opportunities that came to me in many parts of the world including my own, to touch the lives of disabled people, their families and their communities. Reading my memories again as I have recalled them for you, I see that, by and large, they are mostly good and happy memories. Am I an optimist in pessimistic times?
Or is it that, while I journeyed, any hopelessness that I may have experienced on my journey in disability has now, in my memory, been overtaken by what was made possible for disabled people? Made possible by facing head on the challenges of introducing change in a world resistant to change. Made possible by the people I met and worked with on my journey who were unafraid to venture into the unknown.
I recall the happy times and times filled with hope I spent in Yemen, in Syria, in Palestine and in Lebanon not so long ago. Seeing flowers blossom for disabled people there. I have written elsewhere about my experiences in these and in other countries. Some like these four countries have since been embroiled in conflict. Many are in a varying state of disorder and ruin.
This includes equally times filled with hope – times spent in Venezuela and in Iran, countries facing economic disaster as is my own. The flowers that bloomed for disabled people in such countries may now be scarce, or may have faded or even gone completely. In other countries that I have described in my memories, flowers blossom, flowers of vivid colours. Seeds are spread and take root. And yet more flowers bloom.
I fear not for those countries where hope has waned or faded. This is but temporary. Globally, a positive pathway for disabled people has been cleared through Community Based Rehabilitation (CBR). Seeds lie dormant. The world we live in goes round and round. And with those cycles, opportunities for disabled people that have faded will blossom and come round again. With economic and social rebirth those seeds that lie dormant will germinate and grow. Other good times will come in time for disabled people everywhere. And there will be many to help them on their way.
In the departure lounge: from memories to permanence
And now I have come to settle down in what would be my departure lounge on the final leg of my journey. Some of those steps I have described more recently were taken from here, my present home. These have added continuity to my journey. And with that continuity they have also created, in my departure lounge, a sense of permanence.
One aspect of that permanence is personal. It comes from the fact that my lounge is situated in my home in an Apartment Block which a property developer had named Prince Alfred Tower (PAT). It is located in Alfred House Gardens.
I would like for a moment to take you back to the earliest memories I shared with you, that concerning my heritage. Alfred House was the name my mother’s grandfather gave to his home. He had named it Alfred House after Alfred, the Prince of Wales who he had entertained in that house. PAT was built in my great-grandfathers back garden on a small portion of what had been his property. The personal permanence stems from there.

Padmani Mendis after receiving her Honorary Doctorate (Doctor of Medicine Honoris Causa) from the University of Uppsala in Sweden. Honorary degrees in medicine are very rare.
A permanence greater than that however stems from the continuity of the many, many relationships that I have been blessed with all my life, relationships with friends and family. These are deeper than personal if such can be.
These relationships have taken my good fortune out to the world and connected me with all that surrounded me. Many are friendships that have grown from my earliest schooldays to my preparation for a profession; and to my work in that profession in many parts of the globe as in my own. I have made mention of some, but by no means all those friendships.
Here I must add a few to those I have already mentioned. Don Chandrasinghe, who together with his wife Radha, are both also favourite students and among the first I taught. They now live in faraway London. But call me at least every fortnight just to ask how I am doing.
Then there is Camilla Dissanayake, a colleague from the 1970s, who lives but a couple of kilometres away as the crow flies, who will often spend hours on the phone with me talking about the past and the present with some stuff to be sad about and much to laugh about. And Rohana Perera, a student only for a short time, but with whom grew a friendship that has lengthened forever.
More recently has come into my life again Leonie Fernando; she with always a smile on her face and full of laughter; who knew me when she was a student occupational therapist nearly 50 years ago and now in frequent communication. And Sharmini Sinniah, whom I remember I first worked with when she was at Christoffel Blinden Mission or CBM the primary source of support to Disability NGOs; later when she moved to the US Embassy and now continuing that relationship on the phone. All these, permanence.
Then there is the permanence of the work I have contributed to for disabled people, Community Based Rehabilitation. CBR is still evolving and will continue to do so. In the last country I visited, Zambia, I hear that the strategy is now called “CBR for Inclusive Development”. Sounds very promising. I love that terminology.
Come the day, however distant, when disabled people will be completely and comprehensively included as a final and total recognition of their rights, their humanity. Then it will only be one “Development” for all. Not just the words “CBR” but even the word “Inclusive” will be obsolete. Oh, come the day!
A time when every man will be as one,
A time to reach out and touch the sun,
Come the day.
Freedom’s still a thought within your mind,
The fleeting thing that some may never find,
It may still be a million miles away.
Can you hear the bells ringin’?
Voices singin’,
Far away?
Song by the Seekers, 1966
Adding permanence to my work is the recognition of it over the years. I have shared with you my experience of receiving an Honorary Doctorate from the University of Uppsala three decades ago. Seven years ago, the World Confederation of Physical Therapy, WCPT, awarded me the “Leadership in Rehabilitation” award. The award is given every four years, not only to physiotherapists; it is available also to other individuals and organisations who have contributed to international rehabilitation and global health.
And just three years ago, Lincoln College University in Malaysia awarded to me two honorary titles in recognition of my global work – a Professorship and a Doctorate in Physiotherapy. An added honour was that the Vice Chancellor of the University, Prof. Dr. Amiya Bhaumik came to Sri Lanka to award me the two honours himself, personally at a convocation held in Colombo.
And then there is that other permanence which makes life so worthwhile. The Wonderful World that we live in. The beauty of it that is around us.
When I look immediately down from my bedroom window on the seventh floor, I see a multi-coloured sheet of Araliya flowers not once, but twice a year. To the green, green garden beyond comes a kingfisher every morning to perch on a favourite branch and search for possibilities. Perhaps not finding any, it flies away.
Daily a flock of parrots hop from tree to tree, taking cover as it were from those eyes like mine. I believe it is the same flock of parrots that go to my friend Mino’s home perhaps a kilometre away measured on their flight path. She always has for them hanging on her verandah a bowlful of rice and a basin of water. They are there every day as sure as the day follows the night, at ten in the morning and at four in the evening.
And just as sure as it ever is, the two flamboyant trees within my range of vision change themselves into an umbrella of orange every year, in May. Or if they so decide to, they keep us waiting until June or maybe even July.
As I stand at dawn on my balcony with my early morning cup of coffee, on a clear day, I have a beautiful and unique view of the sacred Adams Peak with the sun rising behind it in the east. If I get to the same spot of an evening, I see the sun set behind the western horizon. I stand there transfixed with the beauty of the sky over our coastline at dusk.
Often from the same balcony I have seen soft rainbows lengthen themselves, each in an unending arc with God’s unending promise for tomorrow. Once I was so fortunate as to have seen two rainbows at the same time. A double promise for tomorrow for this our island home. And I believe also for this, our wonderful world.
With all this, what more can I ask for as I journey on at home in my departure lounge. Journey on and wait for His call. Singing with Louis Armstrong the great Satchmo himself,
I see skies of blue
and clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
the dark sacred night.
And I think to myself
what a wonderful world.
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Silence of the majority keeps West Asian conflict raging
With no military quick-fix in sight to the ongoing, convoluted West Asian conflict it ought to be clear to the rationally inclined that there is no other way to a solution to the blood-letting other than through a negotiated one. Unfortunately, there are not many takers the world over for such an approach.
Consequently the war rages on incurring the gravest human costs to all relevant sides. Whereas it should be obvious to the Trump administration that Iran wouldn’t be backing down any time soon from its position of taking on the US frontally and with the required military competence in the Hormuz Strait and adjacent regions, the US demonstrates a stubbornness to persist with war strategies that are showing no quick, positive results on the ground.
Clearly, the virtual ‘lock down within a lock down’ situation in the Strait is not proving beneficial for either party. Instead, the spilling of civilian blood in particular continues with unsettling regularity along with an all-encompassing economic crisis that carries a staggering material toll for ordinary people all over the world.
From this viewpoint it is commendable for Pakistan to offer itself as a peace mediator and go ‘the extra mile’ to keep the principal parties engaged in some sort of negotiatory process. But its efforts need to win greater support from the world community. It is a time for peace-makers the world over to stand up and be counted.
It is also a time for straight-talking. To his glowing credit Pope Leo XIV is doing just that and he is the only religious head worldwide to do so. Very rightly he has called on President Trump to end the war through negotiations and described it as ‘unjust’ and ‘a scandal to humanity’.
May this crucial cause be taken up by more and more world leaders, is this columnist’s wish. Instead of speaking fatalistically about a ‘Third World War’, decision and policy makers and commentators, and these are found in plenty in Sri Lanka as well, would do better to help in drumming-up support for a peaceful solution and the latter is within the realms of the possible.
Incidentally, the commonplace definition of the phrase ‘World War’ is quite contentious and it would be premature to speak forebodingly about one right now. The fissures within the West on the Middle East conflict alone rule out the possibility of a ‘World War’ occurring any time soon.
Instead, it would be preferable for the international community, under the aegis of the UN, to take the ‘straight and narrow’ path to a peaceful solution. As implied, this path is no easy avenue; it is cluttered with obstacles that only doughty peace makers could take on and clear.
However, the path to a negotiated peace is worth taking and no less a power than the US should know this. After all, the US ‘bled white’ in Vietnam and had to bow out of the conflict, realizing the futility of pursuing a military solution. A similar lesson should have been learned by Russia which bled futilely in Afghanistan. It too is in an unwinnable situation in Ukraine.
The Pope’s observations to President Trump on negotiating peace have earned for him some snarls and growls of criticism but with time these critics would realize that peace could come only by peaceful means and not through ‘the barrel of a gun.’
For far too long the ‘silent majority’ of the world has allowed politicians to take the sole initiative on working towards peaceful solutions to conflicts and wars. As could be seen, the results have been disastrous. The majority of politicians speak the language of Realpolitik only and this tendency runs contrary to the ways of the selfless peace maker.
Power, which is the essence of Realpolitik, and peace are generally at loggerheads in the real world. Power and self-aggrandizement have to be shelved in the pursuit of durable peace anywhere and it is a pity that the likes of Donald Trump and his team are yet to realize this.
At this juncture the ‘peace constituency’ or the silent majority would need to take centre stage and play their rightful role as the ‘Conscience of the World’. If the latter begins to take on the cause of peace in earnest everywhere, the politicians would have no choice but to pay heed to their cause and take it up, since a contrary course would earn for them public displeasure and votes.
An immediate challenge would be for the ‘peace constituency’ to come together and act as one. Right now, such a coordinating role could be played effectively by only the UN and its agencies. Practical problems are likely to get in the way but these need to be managed insightfully and resourcefully by all stakeholders to peace.
In fact the time couldn’t be more appropriate for the backers of peace to come together and work as one. Right now, economic pressures are increasing worldwide and no less a public than that in the US is beginning to feel them in a major, crushing way.
Going ahead the US public, along with other polities, would find the economic consequences of war to be intolerable. There would be no choice but for governments and peoples to champion peace. Peace makers would need to ‘strike while the iron is hot.’
The success of the above endeavours hinges on the importance humans attach to their consciences. The danger about prolonged wars is that they deaden consciences; particularly those of politicians. The latter deaden their consciences to the extent that they prove impervious to the pain and suffering wars incur.
Thus, the ‘peace constituency’ has its work cut out; it cannot rest assured that politicians would prove sensitive to their demands. The latter would need to be constantly dinned into the hearts and minds of politicians and decision-makers if peaceful solutions to conflicts are to be arrived at.
Likewise, the publics of war-torn countries would need to demand the activation and sustaining of accountability processes with regard to those sections that are suspected of committing war crimes and like atrocities. Those publics that cease to demand accountability from powerful sections among them which are faced with war-time atrocity charges are as good as condemning themselves to lives of permanent dis-empowerment and enslavement.
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Don’t take the baby: In the quiet night, mother always returns

Chaminda Jayasekara
There is a particular stillness in Sri Lanka’s forests, after dusk — a kind of hushed expectancy where shadows lengthen, cicadas soften their chorus, and the night begins to breathe in its own rhythm. It is a world that does not reveal itself easily. You have to wait for it. You have to listen.
And then, suddenly, you see them — a pair of luminous, unblinking eyes suspended in the dark.
The Grey Slender Loris, or unahapuluwa, emerges, not with drama, but with quiet precision. Small, slow-moving, and almost impossibly delicate, it is one of Sri Lanka’s most enigmatic nocturnal primates — a creature that has survived millennia by mastering the art of stillness.
Yet, during these months — from late March through July — the forests hold a more tender story. It is the breeding season of the slender loris, and with it comes a scene that is often misunderstood by those who encounter it for the first time: a tiny infant, alone on a branch, barely three inches long, its fragile body silhouetted against the night.

Grey Slender Loris with twin babies
To many, it appears to be a moment of abandonment.
To nature, it is a moment of trust.
“People often act out of compassion, but without understanding what they are seeing,” explains Chaminda Jayasekara of the University of Hertfordshire. “A baby loris left alone is not necessarily in danger. In fact, it is part of a natural process that is critical for its survival.”
According to Jayasekara, when a baby loris is about a month old, the mother begins a remarkable routine. As darkness settles, she gently places her infant on a secure branch and moves off into the forest to forage. Her journey can take her hundreds of metres away — sometimes close to 800 metres — as she searches for insects and other small prey.
In those hours of solitude, the infant is not abandoned. It is learning.
Clinging to the branch, it begins to explore its immediate surroundings. Tentatively, almost hesitantly, it reaches out — testing balance, grip, and instinct. It may attempt to catch tiny insects, mimicking behaviours it will one day rely on entirely. This is its first classroom, and the forest its only teacher.
“Those early nights are crucial,” Jayasekara says. “The baby is developing motor skills, coordination, and the ability to interact with its environment. These are things that cannot be replicated in captivity.”
And yet, this is precisely where human intervention often disrupts the process.
Across rural and even semi-urban Sri Lanka, stories circulate of well-meaning individuals who come across a lone baby loris and assume the worst. Driven by concern, they pick it up, take it home, or attempt to hand-rear it — believing they are saving a life.

Grey Slender Loris
But the reality is far more complex — and far more tragic.
“When a baby is removed unnecessarily, it loses something fundamental,” Jayasekara emphasises. “It loses the chance to learn how to survive in the wild. Without that, even if it survives in the short term, its long-term prospects are extremely poor.”
The forest, after all, is not just a habitat. It is a living, evolving system of lessons — how to detect predators, how to navigate branches, how to hunt silently, how to recognise territory. These are not instincts alone; they are behaviours refined through experience.
And the mother, contrary to assumption, is rarely far away.
“If people simply waited — even for several hours — they would often see the mother return,” Jayasekara explains. “She knows exactly where she left her baby. Her absence is temporary, purposeful.”
The advice from conservationists is clear and consistent: observe, but do not interfere.
If you encounter a baby loris, watch quietly from a distance. Avoid using bright lights or making noise. Give it time — at least 10 to 12 hours — before drawing conclusions. In most cases, the situation will resolve itself, just as nature intended.

35 days old Grey Slender Loris
Only if the animal is clearly injured, or if there is strong evidence of abandonment after prolonged observation, should intervention be considered — and even then, it must be done through the proper channels, particularly the Department of Wildlife Conservation.
Attempting to care for such a delicate animal at home is not only ineffective but often fatal.
Sri Lanka is home to two species of slender loris — the Grey Slender Loris and the Red Slender Loris — each adapted to specific ecological zones across the island. Both are protected under national legislation and recognised internationally as species requiring urgent conservation attention.
Their threats are many: habitat loss, road mortality, illegal pet trade, and, increasingly, human misunderstanding.
Yet, in the midst of these challenges, there are also signs of hope.

In recent years, the slender loris has become the focus of a unique form of wildlife tourism — one that values patience over spectacle. Night walks, conducted with trained naturalists and strict ethical guidelines, offer visitors a chance to witness the loris in its natural environment without disturbing its behaviour.
At places like Jetwing Vil Uyana, this approach has been refined into a model of responsible eco-tourism. Over more than a decade, the property has developed a dedicated Loris Conservation Project, recording thousands of sightings while educating visitors and supporting local communities.
Here, the loris is not handled, chased, or exploited. It is simply observed — a quiet presence in a carefully protected landscape.
“The success of such initiatives shows that conservation and tourism do not have to be at odds,” Jayasekara reflects. “When done responsibly, tourism can actually support conservation by creating awareness and value for these species.”
There is something profoundly moving about encountering a loris in the wild. It does not roar or charge. It does not demand attention. Instead, it exists — quietly, deliberately — as it has for millions of years.
And perhaps that is why it is so easily misunderstood.

In a world that often equates visibility with importance, the loris reminds us that some of the most extraordinary lives unfold beyond the spotlight.
It also reminds us of something else — something simpler, yet harder to practice.
Restraint.
Because conservation is not always about stepping in. Sometimes, it is about stepping back. About recognising when nature does not need our help, but our patience.
So if, on some future night, you find yourself walking beneath the trees, and your light catches a tiny figure sitting alone on a branch — do not rush forward.
Pause.
Watch.
Let the moment unfold.
Because somewhere, moving silently through the darkness, guided by instinct and memory, a mother is already on her way back.
And by morning, the forest will be whole again.
By Ifham Nizam
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Kumar de Silva: 40 years of fame and flair
We first saw him on the small screen in January 1986 – a relatively raw, totally untrained and a very nervous 24-year-old presenting ‘Bonsoir’ on ITN.
And now, 40 years later, and as one looks back, one realises what a multi-dimensional journey Kumar de Silva has navigated across the small screen yes, from your television screens to your laptops, and iPads, tabs, and mobile phones.
Says Kumar: “It is the French language I speak that opened the world of television to me, 40 years ago. It was ‘Bonsoir’ alone, and so to my French teacher at Wesley College, Mrs. BA Fernando, to ‘Bonsoir’, and to the Embassy of France in Sri Lanka, I am eternally grateful”.

Promoting the French language, and culture, in Sri Lanka, in a big way
Kumar went on to say that on the heels of ‘Bonsoir” came ‘Fanclub’, on ITN, describing it as yet another resounding success story which saw him as a music DJ on TV.
His inherent talent saw him handle a range of contrasting programmes across ITN, TNL, Prime TV and SLRC with consummate ease – from News Reading, Business Talk Shows, Celebrity Chats, to Dhamma discussions, on Poya Days, to name a few.

Kumar – the 1986 look
Trained in Paris in television production and presentation, the Government of France, in 2012, conferred on him the title of ‘Chevalier dans l’Ordre des Arts et Lettres’ (Chevalier in the Order of Arts and Letters) in recognition of his contribution to promoting the French language, and culture, in Sri Lanka.
In celebration of his four decades on the small screen, Kumar recently launched ‘Bonsoir Katha’, the Sinhala translation (by Ciara Mendis) of his English book ‘Bonsoir Diaries’ (2013), at a gala soiree. at the Alliance Francaise de Colombo, under the distinguished patronage of the French Ambassador in Sri Lanka, Remi Lambert, and francophone President Chandrika Kumaratunga.
He’s now excited about launching the French version of this book, ‘Les Coulisses de Bonsoir’, in Paris, in autumn this year. It is currently being translated by Guilhem Beugnon, a former Deputy Director of the Alliance Francaise de Colombo. This will, co-incidentally, also be Kumar’s 30th visit to Paris.

Chief Guest French Ambassador in Sri
Lanka Remi Lambert
Says Kumar: “The word GRATITUDE means a lot to me and so I always make it a point to spend time with two very special French people every time I go to France. One is Madame Josiane Thureau, formerly of the French Foreign Ministry, who began ‘Bonsoir’ in Sri Lanka. way back in the mid-1980s. The other is Madame Aline Berengier, the lady who designed the ‘Bonsoir’ logo – the Sri Lankan elephant in the colours of the French national flag”.
Kumar is also a much-sought-after Personal Development and Corporate Etiquette Coach in Colombo’s corporate world. Over the past 15 years, tens of thousands of corporates, have been through the different modules of his interactive training sessions. There have also been thousands of school leavers and undergraduates from national and private universities, many of whom will constitute the corporates of tomorrow.

Guest of Honour francophone President Chandrika Kumaratunga at the gala soiree
at the Alliance Francaise de Colombo
The multi-talented Kumar turns 65 next year, and his journey on the small screen still continues – you see him on the (monthly) ‘Rendez-Vous with Yasmin and Kumar’ on the French Embassy’s YouTube Channel, and (every Friday) on ‘Fame Game with Rozanne and Kumar’ on Daily Mirror Online, Hi Online and The Sun Online.
There’s yet another podcast in the pipeline, he indicated, but diplomatically declined to give us details. All he said, with a glint in his eye, was, “It will hit your screens soon.”
Whatever he has in mind, one can be certain that the new programme will continue to showcase Kumar de Silva’s enduring presence in Sri Lanka’s entertainment scene.
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