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Dudley senanayake

I learn to be careful in conveying sensitive information

(Excerpted from Rendering Unto Caesar by Bradman Weerakoon)

One of the first requests I had from our missions abroad when a prime ministerial visit was programmed, was for information of a highly personal nature about the PM. These ranged from the prime minister’s medical condition and susceptibilities blood group, drugs to which he was allergic, etc. Also food taboos and what he liked, recreational preferences, golf, ballet, opera and what not. We got the usual request from New Delhi when Dudley was planning a visit to India, and I fell into a dreadful trap that time. The request was to know what beverages he preferred and I made the foolish mistake of, after talking of tea and coffee and lime juice, etc, saying that he did sometimes, after a particularly hard day’s work, enjoy a small brandy after dinner. This was picked up by somebody who was not too favourable to Dudley in the high commission and slipped back to the opposition papers in Colombo.

We were in London, prior to going to India, and one evening at the hotel I was very surprised to find Dudley quite angry, with a copy of the Aththa, the Communist Party newspaper in his hand. He was waving it around and shouting about the he untruthfulness of what was there in bold lettering in the headlines. It spoke about his coming visit to India and the good binge he was going to have there with his bottle of brandy at dinner time. The story had, as usual, been blown up out of all proportions as if Dudley was a habitual drunkard! Now this was all very galling since the Senanayakes had been great temperance workers.

I apologized to Dudley for my faux pas and offered to resign if he felt this had been done knowingly to embarrass him. He cooled down in a minute and waved the matter away. But I had learned an important lesson. One should be very careful even in internal communications with colleagues and nothing sensitive should be put down in writing. Some things were better said, than written, at least in those days when telephone tapping was not common-place.

Managing one’s hobbies

Dudley had several hobbies and the leisure to indulge in them during the few times he was ‘unemployed’ in-between his premierships. In fact he continued the practice of recording his appointments in his large diary (he loved the Economist Annual Diary he got from London) and this would record entries such as ’11-12 noon paste photos in album’ and 7-8.30 pm listen to Beethoven’s Eroica’. I was once told by a registrar of marriages that Dudley, who was a popular attesting -witness at society weddings had actually entered the word ‘unemployed’ in the cage reserved for ‘occupation’ in the marriage register.

He was a really good photographer and knew a lot about cameras I remember him confounding me about `fish eye lenses’ and the techniques used by the famous photographers around the world. Karsh of Ottawa was one of his favourites and he would often tell the story of how Karsh had taken the bulldog pose picture of Winston Churchill which was famous during the days of the battle of Britain. Apparently Karsh had not been able to catch Churchill in the right pugnacious mood. So he adjusted the tripod camera to ‘timing’, walked up belligerently to the great man and snatched his cigar from his mouth. Churchill snarled and the camera snapped just the right expression. Dudley himself had taken some very good shots of wild life, elephant herds with young ones, being among his most noteworthy.

He read widely and mostly non-fiction. He thought it useful for his official work to read as much as possible on world affairs. He was perhaps the only prime minister I worked with who would pass down a book in which he had underlined a passage of the text in red ink or adorned a page or two with a marginal comment. The `Foreign Affairs Journal, put out quarterly in Washington, was one such publication that received a lot of his detailed attention.

Smoking was almost an addiction. When under stress and this was frequent, because he was a great worrier, Dudley would chain-smoke. After a meal he loved a pipe and he had many of all shapes and sizes. In cigarettes he favoured the more expensive, imported varieties and would carry around a tin of fifty. When traveling he found it convenient to have them carefully arranged in a large silver cigarette case. Dudley was a good social mixer and could be the life and soul of a party with his many stories and huge guffaw. But there were occasions, when with very close friends like Arthur Ameratunga and ‘Bogala’ Fernando he could remain closeted in a room with not a word being exchanged among them for a whole half-hour.

He was a born raconteur and had the ability of relating stories where he was often the butt-end of the joke. One he loved to tell was about aid negotiations abroad. It was the day the Ceylon delegation was pontificating at the World Bank in Washington on the serious state of malnutrition in the country and in Asia generally. The delegation comprised Raju Coomaraswamy, 6’4″ in height and weighing 210 lbs; Gamani Corea, 6’1″ and 190 lbs and Dudley himself who was no chicken at 5’10” and close to 200 lbs at the time. After the impassioned presentation the three of them just managed to squeeze into a lift on the way down. Dudley was mightily tickled hearing a World Bank staffer, who had been an interested listener at the meeting, now pushed against the back of the lift, mutter softly to himself, “Asia’s starving millions my foot!”

Another one he enjoyed relating to the accompaniment of a loud guffaw was about the time he, from the UNP and the versatile Senator Reggie Perera, gourmet cook and later diplomat, from the LSSP, went along with Senator A P Jayasuriya, who was leader of the Ceylon team, to an inter parliamentary union meeting in London. AP was very short of hearing at the time and the two of them, Dudley and Reggie, made a pact to listen carefully and intervene if ever the discussions which were directed at the leader showed signs of heading towards trouble.

The subject that morning was the fascinating one, of the ways in which parliamentary democracy had adapted itself and was being practiced in diverse forms, especially in countries of the developing world. The topic seemed abstruse enough for Dudley and Reggie to relax and think of more mundane matters, like what they would have for lunch, when they were called to attention by AP getting ready to reply to a question addressed directly to him by the Chairman, the Duke of Devonshire. In reply to the query as to whether there were variations too in the manner in which parliamentary democracy was being practiced in Ceylon, AP replied with alacrity, “Yes, Mr Chairman, we have two forms.” And while our two friends looked on with some trepidation with mouths agape, AP, who was also at the time minister of health, continued to triumphantly announce, to the great astonishment of the gathering, that there were both the Western and the Ayurvedic forms being practiced in Ceylon. The Duke, being himself unfamiliar with the ways of the mysterious Orient and presuming that AP’s reference had something to do with the Vedas observed sagely, “How very interesting”.

He forces himself to dress nattily

For most of his life Dudley hardly cared about the cut or the colour of the clothes he wore. When at home and fully relaxed he wore a chocolate-coloured silk sarong carelessly knotted around his belly. It looked so well worn and so expensive in its warp that I suspected it was an old saree of his mother’s which he had managed to salvage. If not for Carolis, his faithful Man Friday and constant presence around the house, even his bachelor trousers would perhaps not have had a daily ironing. His favourite colour was brown and his favoured attire for any occasion except the most formal, a loose pair of brown slacks and a long-sleeved bush shirt of a somewhat lighter hue. He would wear this combination to literally any function and once or twice even wore it to religious functions at the temple.

Carolis, who had been the ‘Old Man ‘s ( S’s) valet and accompanied him to London, and had reasonably good taste in clothes, was Dudley’s sartorial advisor. What Dudley wore and for which occasion was often Carolis’ choice. After he became prime minister for the third time in 1965 Dudley was much more choosy about clothes and began to look actually quite smart in his suits. I believe this was after he made the acquaintance of a certain master-tailor, a Hungarian who had found his way to Ceylon some years earlier and plied his trade most profitably, along with some outrageous jokes, on the second floor of the Fort departmental store, the Colomo Apothecaries.

Mayer would measure Dudley out for his suits while making the most undiplomatic cracks about the size of Dudley’s paunch and so on. And Dudley who loved being ribald in the company of men was quite at home with his tailor. Mayer who was an accomplished musician spent his evenings playing the violin at the Galle Face Hotel in the Louis Moreno dance band.

Holding a fractious team together

Dudley had done a tremendous job in keeping a coalition government composed of seven parties with widely differing agendas together for the full lifetime of Parliament. However, after the Federal Party left in 1968, he saw the emergence of two formidable political opponents. One was out in the open, the other was very much under cover. The open opponent was the traditional SLFP, now strengthened by the LSSP and the CP, who formed the United Front on June 5, 1969 to carry forward, “the progressive advancement from 1956 under the leadership of Mr S W R D Bandaranaike to establish in Ceylon a socialist democracy”. The other was the JVP collecting the disaffected on the margins of society.

The United Front brought together the elements of a powerful opposition which contained a political component of anti Tamil feeling and socialist thinking, challenging his economic philosophy of liberal capitalism. The anti Tamil feeling which had expressed itself in the slogan, ‘Dudleyge badey masala vadai’ a typical street Sinhala saying, suggesting that the masala vaday, a favourite short-eat of the Tamils, implanted in Dudley’s celebrated stomach, was growing in intensity.

First signs of southern militancy appear

The JVP was a very secretive and surreptitious movement at the time. Its activities were only visible through isolated raids on banks and the reported loss of firearms from individuals. Dudley was aware of this but other than getting John Attygalle, then DIG (CID) to compile a report on the JVP did not move too far in suppressing its activities. I remember the furore that developed soon after the government changed about the missing Attygalle Report. Search as he would in his secret safe, G V P Samarasinghe could not lay hands on the John Attygalle report for his final handing over.

At the beginning of 1970, the distant town of Ampara came into prominence when it was reported that Rohana Wijeweera, the leader of the JVP who had been on the ‘wanted list’ for some time, had been captured by the police near the Central Bus Stand. “Lumpy” de Silva, who was still the ASP when I arrived in June told me the story of his capture and of how disappointed Wijeweera was when “Lumpy” could not recognize the hero at first glance.

The 1970 elections, astrologers get busy

One week before the election day, May 27, 1970, I received in the daily mail an intriguing telegram. It was from C E C Bulathsinhala, the well known astrologer who in addition to foretelling an individual’s future had made a practice of predicting a political party’s success or defeat at the general elections. Dudley showed no interest at all in such supernatural phenomenon although his party high-ups, like most other people in politics and outside, were great believers. When I showed him the telegram which had only the words, “Courage, Sir, victory is assured” he grunted and said, “Let’s see”.

As it turned out Mrs Bandaranaike won with a thumping majority. Victory was assured, but for Mrs Bandaranaike. And as for Dudley, he needed all the courage he could muster.



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How Black Civil Rights leaders strengthen democracy in the US

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Jesse Jackson / Barack Obama

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

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Mirissa (Image courtesy Wikivoyage)

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…

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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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