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Beggar rings doorbell while ladies play Scrabble

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Sunday short story

by Rukmini Attygalle

Three octogenarians sat at one end of the dining table, poring over a scrabble board. They had initially met at SRC (Seniors Recreational Club) before the Corona virus pandemic hit Sri Lanka. Jenny and Wimala had been members of the club for several years; Ramya had joined a few months before the lockdown. Although Ramya didn’t know these two ladies very well, and had played cards and scrabble with them only a few times, she felt that they “clicked” together quite well. They had shared a cultural background, all three of them born in the 1930s and had lived and schooled in Colombo, and had many friends and acquaintances in common.

Reminiscing about the “good old days,” they were thrilled to discover, that all three of them had been at the Savoy Cinema on the opening night of “Rock Around the Clock” in 1956, and had actually joined in the rocking and rolling inside the cinema hall.

Once the Covid restrictions were lifted, the three ladies decided to meet once a week to play a game of cards or scrabble to keep themselves entertained. Today, Ramya was the host.

“It’s your turn Wimala” Jenny picked up a manioc chip from the bowl.

“I have only one vowel!” grumbled Wimala. She hesitated, and then added the letters E and S onto the word ‘DITCH’ already the board. “DITCHES” she said “the best I can do under the circumstances”.

Soma, the home help bustled in with a jug of lime juice. She always liked to make her presence felt. “Would the ladies like to have some patties Madam? We have some in the freezer which I can quickly fry.” the question however was directed more to the guests, than to Ramya.

“No thank you Soma. We are fine with these manioc chips” the ladies chimed in.

Soma was efficient and well organised. Ramya who had been a working woman all her life looked forward to a relaxed stress- free retirement. She was quite happy to relinquish some of her authority to Soma. Realising this, Soma had quickly assumed the role of “advisor to madam on all household matters”. She ran the house without actually being asked to do so.

Soma hovered for a few minutes trying to make eye contact, looking for an opening to strike up a conversation with the guests. Disappointed with the ladies’ absorption in the game, she left the room saying “if you need anything just call, I will be in the kitchen”.

Along with the scrabbling, the conversation flowed easily between the three, often harking back to ‘the good old days’.

“What a world we live in today!” exclaimed Wimala. “The pandemic was bad enough. These politicians don’t know what they are doing and our country is going to the dogs”.

“Queues are now the order of the day. People queuing up for gas, petrol, milk powder. Very soon we will be queuing up for our essential food items too!” added Jenny as she passed the cloth bag containing the letters to Ramya.

“It is already happening Jenny – There is a shortage of money and food! Some people are having to cut down on meals. A three-wheel driver I know, was telling me, that he and his wife have only one proper meal a day so that they can keep their children fed. There are others who are even worse off. Their situation is becoming desperate!”

Ramya added the letters D, E and S to the word ‘PAIR’ already on the board. “DESPAIR – not a great word – but at least it reflects the current situation!” she smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.

The three ladies were getting on very sociably, chatting away, and Ramya felt happy that they had decided to meet on a regular basis. The good old days of course was their favourite subject of conversation.

The doorbell rang. First a short buzz followed by a longer one. It was Ramya’s turn again, and she, busy trying to find an appropriate word, did not respond to the ringing straight away.

“There is someone at your front door Ramya. Are you expecting anyone? Aren’t you going to answer the bell?” Wimala was surprised at Ramya’s nonchalance.

“No… I am not expecting anyone. Must be a beggar. Soma will see who it is”.

“A Beggar?!” both ladies exuded shock and disbelief in unison.

“You are joking!” said Wimala trying to discern a trace of humour in Ramya’s facial expression or demeanour, but didn’t find any.

“No, I am not joking. That is how they announce their arrival these days.” Ramya’s statement was matter of fact and calm. Her nonchalance irritated her two friends. Ramya continued to survey the scrabble board though she did notice from the corner of her eye her friends’ exchange of glances.

“Blooming cheek!” emanated from Jenny’s heavily painted lips, while Ramya surreptitiously wiped her elbow which had received a light spray of spit. “What is the world coming to, beggars ringing door bells!

“You should not tolerate such nonsense, Ramya!” Wimala reprimanded. “You should just put these beggars in their place; not encourage them to ring door bells! “

“Sheer insolence! Totally unacceptable. Such a things never happened in those days”

“Soma should tell the beggar to get lost. Ringing the doorbell! Who does he think he is? “

Ramya was not amused at her friends’ reactions, but maintained a dead pan expression and ignored their comments.

“Wow! I found a super word. Jenny, I am going to add to your word ‘NOB’ and make the word ‘SNOBBERY’, and my ‘Y ’covers the triple word score too.” She looked furtively at their faces but they were too busy trying to figure out how they could use the new letters that appeared on the board to their best advantage, and did not seem to pay much attention to the actual word she had made.

Soma walked in to the room with the information that “It is that same beggar who came last week also,” annoyance stamped on her face.

“There is some money in the blue bowl by the phone. Give him a hundred rupees Soma.” Ramya was passing the dish of chips to Wimala and did not look at Soma’s face; but she knew that rolling up of her eyes would have occurred.

She did not look at her friends’ faces either, but the vibes of disapproval were pretty strong.

“What can you buy with hundred rupees these days?” she said as an explanation, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted it. Why in heavens’ name should she try to justify her actions to anyone! Even if she gave a thousand rupees it was her business and not anyone else’s!

“Soma!” Ramya raised her voice. “Give the man two hundred rupees. Did you hear?”

Soma’s reappearance in the room was instantaneous. “What is this madam! You gave him last week also!” She looked to the two ladies for support. She was disappointed with mere grim looks, pursed lips and in- takes of breath.

“Just give him two hundred rupees okay!” Ramya was polite but firm. Soma looked at Ramya with surprise, backed down, and left the room.

“Is it your turn Jenny?” Ramya was trying to get back to an even keel.

“No, it’s Wimala’s” Jenny snorted. “Thankfully beggars do not announce their arrival by ringing door bells in our area” the sneer in her voice was palpable.

“They do It is because some people let them get away with it” Wimala chose her words clearly

Ramya ignored the caustic comments; refused the bait, determined not to react.

“Chop chop Wimala. Hurry up. I can put down a good word provided you don’t spoil it for me.”

She was making an effort to be cheerful, trying to dispel the acrid atmosphere that was building up.

Wimala was determined not to let Ramya use the triple- word- score square which she guessed she was eyeing, and successfully blocked it. “Oh dear!” Ramya said, good- humouredly. “I’ll have to look for another opening now”.

Soma was back. “That man is now asking for food! After taking two hundred rupees also! Says he is hungry! I told him to go away but he is still there hanging on to the gate.” Her eyes flashed with indignation. Face muscles trembled. She was furious.

The two ladies shifted in their chairs in obvious discomfort. The events taking place was completely out of their comfort zone. Ramya’s inability to take control of the situation – putting people in their proper places – was creating unnecessary problems.

“So, give him something to eat” Ramya said calmly trying to placate Soma. “Then he will go”.

“What is there to give? I haven’t even started cooking!” barked Soma.

Ramya was beginning to lose her cool. “Surely there must be something you can find in this house that we can give a man who is hungry? Some left -over food from the fridge or even a few slices of bread!”

Soma stood her ground determined and obstinate “No there is nothing. Anyway, if we give him something to eat you can be sure he will be back tomorrow. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you!”

“Then give him a packet of biscuits from the cupboard in the pantry.” Soma was taken aback by Ramya’s tone of voice. Ramya noticed the dropped jaw and the widened eyes but ignored it. Yes, it was time Ramya took control and showed Soma who was boss. Soma left the room with no comment which was surprising, and Ramya returned her attention to the scrabble board.

There was a wicked gleam in Jenny’s eyes. Her lips twisted into a sarcastic smirk as she turned her face towards Wimala “Does Marie Antoinette come to mind? Give them cake if there’s no bread?”

Wimala broke into giggles. “This situation is turning into a comedy – bell ringing beggars being treated with packets of biscuits! Chocolate biscuits perhaps?” The sarcasm stung, but Ramya feigned indifference. “These things happen only in the up-market areas where the posh people live.”

Ramya’s amiability was ebbing and she sensed the anger welling up from deep within her. It was beginning to transmit catty messages to her brain. However, she bided her time waiting for the best opportunity to pounce. She was in control, and in no hurry. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, and calmed herself.

She joined in their laughter, although she was seething inside.

“Actually,” she said slowly, casually, “I am glad that the beggars who come here do ring the bell you know. It is better than the cacophony they used to create, with laud proclamations of their tales of woe…disturbing the whole neighbourhood! Ringing the bell is much more civilised.” She paused awhile, and taking her own time, added her scrabble word on to the board.

“I am surprised though, that they don’t ring your door bells!” she continued. “Perhaps, they feel that in the ‘up market areas’, as you put it, they should reciprocate the civility shown to them by behaving in a like manner?” A dead silence followed. Ramya was gleeful with the way she managed to deliver the vitriolic comment with seeming innocence.

She imagined – with amusement and delight – how the two would act once out of her sight.

“Who the hell does she think she is? How dare she insinuate that she is more civilised than us?”

“That bloody woman thinks no end of herself!”

Ramya swallowed a giggle and suppressed a smile. Yes, the two old biddies had been quite right. Some people needed to be put in their places!

The scrabble game was coming to an end. Wimala finished first, putting down all her letters on to the board, and began adding up the score. “Minus 4” said Jenny as she put down her unused letters on the table. Ramya had a single letter B left in her hand. As she said “Minus 3 for me,” she noticed the word DITCHES on the board. The game was over of course, but just for the fun of it, she picked up the letter D off the board and replaced it with the letter B in her hand, to make the word BITCHES. No one noticed it, but Ramya was triumphant.



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Trump’s tariffs, AKD’s gazette and Sri Lanka’s diplomatic slumber

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“We are rather respectable in Colombo. We go to bed fairly early, and we remain there till morning. “

According to Sri Lanka’s diplomatic folklore, the late S.W. R. D. Bandaranaike uttered these words while explaining the reasons for Sri Lanka’s abstention on the UN resolution condemning the Soviet invasion of Hungary. Apparently, SWRD’s foreign ministry officials were asleep at home when the diplomatic cable seeking instructions was received from New York. In those days, there were no cell phones, Internet, or even fax or telex machines. The diplomatic cables were sent through post offices. Decoding them was a slow and time-consuming process. Thus, the government could not provide appropriate instructions to our mission in New York in time, and the Sri Lankan delegation abstained on that sensitive UN vote.

Sri Lanka’s Absence from Section 301 Consultations

But then, how does one explain Sri Lanka’s absence from the crucial bilateral consultation held in Washington by the Office of the United States Trade Representative (USTR) during March-April on “Forced Labour” under the Section 301 of the US Trade Act of 1974? Didn’t our foreign and trade ministries send appropriate instructions to Washington in time? Even if the instructions from the foreign ministry were transmitted to our embassy in Washington by pigeon carriers, there was enough time for Sri Lanka to participate in those meetings.

In March, the USTR initiated these 301 investigations on 60 trading partners, and invited all of them for confidential consultations. Out of the 60, 46 participated in these consultations. Sri Lanka was not one of them. Other countries that didn’t participate in these consultations included China, Russia, and Venezuela! In addition to that, the Section 301 Committee conducted a public hearing with interested parties on April 28 and 29. Washington-based diplomats, representatives from few trade ministries as well as representatives from many foreign trade associations and chambers participated in these hearings. Sri Lanka was once again conspicuously absent.

As a result, when the USTR published the proposed forced labour tariffs on June 2nd, Sri Lanka ended up with a 12.5% duty. Pakistani and Indonesian diplomats participated in these consultations and took appropriate follow-up measures, and managed to enter the 10% duty category. As even a threat of a modest tariff hike could disrupt supply chains and reduce competitiveness, particularly in an industry such as garments, I discussed this issue on 15 June and underscored the importance of Sri Lanka’s participation at the next hearing, which was scheduled to be held from July 7th .

Awakening from Diplomatic Slumber and AKD’s Gazette

Fortunately, Sri Lanka finally awoke from weeks of diplomatic slumber, and Ambassador Mahinda Samarasinghe participated in the public hearing on 9 July, and promised, “…. · We have agreed to the text in our negotiations with the USTR on forced labour, …. The gazette as we speak is being printed and I’m getting the gazette tomorrow morning, and the gazette will be shared with USTR as I get it“.

As promised, President Anura Kumara Dissanayake issued a gazette on 10 July banning the imports of goods produced by forced labour. These new regulations are very similar to what Pakistan and Indonesia enacted in April, after their consultations with USTR in March. Why couldn’t we do it in April? Why did we wait till the very last minute?

Challenges ahead

“War is too important to be left to generals alone,” is a famous saying attributed to former French Premier Georges Clemenceau. Similarly, monitoring our main markets is too important to be left to diplomats alone. The United States is the largest single-country market for Sri Lanka. Therefore, Sri Lankan trade chambers and associations should become more proactive in these markets and participate in these events. For example, the chairman of the Pakistani apparel exporters association participated in the April hearings. Similarly, representatives from the Indian Agricultural and Processed Food Products Export Development Authority, the Federation of Indian Chambers of Commerce and Industry, the Confederation of Indian Industry, and Reliance Industries also participated in July hearings. At an event where each speaker is given only five minutes (strictly enforced), having a number of speakers from a country is an advantage. The presence of industry representatives in these kinds of events also help them understand the market dynamics and the future challenges. This is important, particularly because there will be many more challenges with Trump’s tariffs.

With the gazette issued on 10 July, Sri Lanka has imposed a prohibition on the importation of goods produced with forced labour. Now, the challenge will be to effectively enforce the prohibition. And what are the goods produced with forced labour? The USTR list only focuses on aluminum, cotton, electronics, lithium-ion batteries, rice, and tobacco. However, according to the U.S. Department of Labour, the list is much longer. Hence, this list may change continuously during the next two years and tariffs may fluctuate once again.

So, this is definitely not the time to slumber.

(The writer, a retired public servant, can be reached at senadhiragomi@gmail.com)

by Gomi Senadhira ✍️

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Tales of Mystery and Suspense 10 Casino for Sale

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After the overwhelming grotesquerie of J K Rowling’s latest Cormoran Strike novel (written, I should have noted, as the others were, under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith), I thought I should return to the world of fun, and also a much shorter description since this thriller moves quickly without the layers of detail that Rowling engages in.

I then move to the second comic thriller by Caryl Brahms and S J Simon. This, their second story to feature Vladimir Stroganoff and Adam Quill, was Casino for Sale, as lunatic a romp as the first, though without the emphasis on the ballet that characterized A Bullet in the Ballet.

This one begins with the impresario Stroganoff buying a casino cheap from Baron Sam de Rabinovich, only to find that it was a rundown place, not the grand casino of La Bazouche, a resort on the Frenc+h Riviera, as he had initially thought. The grand one belonged to Lord Buttonhooke, and Stroganoff could  not compete, until he thought of bringing the Ballet Stroganoff to the casino – which of course leads to Buttonhooke deciding to have ballet performances in his Casino too.

Stroganoff invites Quill to visit him, which Quill decides to do since he has left Scotland Yard, having come into a legacy. No one believes this, and he has to face questions as to what he did to have been sacked, with sympathy for having been found out.

Caryl and Simon

The day he arrives in La Bazouche there is a murder, of a vitriolic critic called Citrolo, in Stroganoff’s office. He had been going to write a damning review of the opening night of the ballet and Stroganoff, when he realizes Citrolo cannot be swayed, drugs him and dictates the review himself to the papers. He leaves Citrolo sleeping and finds him shot the next morning, whereupon he decides to muddy the waters and leave a suicide note and lots of other murder weapons. So much overkill, as it were, of course ensures that he is arrested.

But the excitable French detective who makes the arrest follows up his suggestion that Buttonhooke was also involved, and so the two casino owners find themselves in cells next door to each other, with the detective Gustave quite happy to provide creature comforts for a fee.

Quill decides he must investigate, and finds Gustave most cooperative, since he has a laid back attitude to work. So it is Quill that finds a notebook which makes it clear Citrolo is an accomplished blackmailer, and that there are lots of possible murderers, including Stroganoff’s croupier, who was crooked, Rabinovich, who was now working for Buttonhooke, a confidence trickster called Kurt Kukumber, whose prospectus for a dud gold mine was found in the office and Prince Alexis Artishok who was engaged in a deal to buy diamonds from the ballerina Dyra Dyrakova.

Stroganoff had been trying to get Dyrakova to dance for him, but having done so previously she had refused. But then to Stroganoff’s chagrin she agreed to dance for Buttonhooke. The clearly crooked Artishok had told Buttonhooke’s mistress Sadie Souse, who was not very bright, that Dyrakova possessed diamonds she was willing to sell cheap, and Sadie was determined to have them.

Quill meanwhile finds out that there was a secret passage to Stroganoff’s office, the obvious solution to what had begun as a locked room mystery, and that this was known by almost everyone apart from Stroganoff himself. And then Rabinovich is murdered, just after Gustave had released his two original suspects, leading him to blame Quill for having insisted on that and thus allowing them to kill again.

Soon afterwards Dyrakova arrives, and the town is full of posters announcing that she will appear in the casinos, elaborate posters for either one, since Stroganoff is determined that she will dance for him, and if she does not come willingly, he has devised a scheme to make her do so unwillingly. So, though Buttonhooke has her taken off to his yacht immediately she arrives at the station, Quill along with Arenskaya gets her into a launch and to Stroganoff’s casino, where she performs to tumultuous applause, not knowing for whom she is dancing.

When Quill asked her about the diamonds, she said she had sold them long ago, and that gave Quill the solution to the mystery. Rabinovich had known about this, and Artishok had killed him to prevent Sadie learning it from him, he had killed Citrolo who had recognized him for an accomplished card sharper, not a Russian prince at all. But before he is arrested, he gets away in a boat, and the police launch that pursues him is on the point of catching him up when it runs out of petrol.

Again, lots of excitement, and entertaining references  – Gustave grows marrows – and if not quite as brilliant as its predecessor, Casino was certainly a delightful read.

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The challenge of being positive about SAARC

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The RCSS forum addressed by SAARC Secretary General Ambassador Md. Golam Sarwar in progress. (Pic courtesy RCSS)

It was a few years back that a former President of Sri Lanka took it on himself to pronounce SAARC ‘dead’. Since then there have been other sections of Sri Lankan opinion that have joined the critics of SAARC and taken the solemn stance that SAARC has indeed died what may be called a natural death.

Their fatalism is understandable. SAARC has failed to meet at heads of government or state level for the past several years to take the SAARC process notably forward. Regional cooperation has more or less been only an appealing idea. No substantive concrete projects have taken off to make the idea a hard reality. ‘Inner paralysis’ seems to be SAARC’s lot. Hence the fatalism in these circles.

However, being one of the worst cash-strapped regions of the world and a teemingly populated one with people virtually left to their devices, what choices do the ‘SAARC Eight’ have other than to try their best to band together and continue with their cooperation efforts, however small they may be?

There is no escaping the mounting debt trap for many of these countries and bankrupt Sri Lanka is a glaring example, but ‘throwing in the towel’ and abandoning themselves entirely to the diktats of the strongest economies and their agencies will prove a ‘living death’ for many countries in the SAARC fold.

The gains may be meagre but giving-up on SAARC cooperation in full would prove self-defeating for the organization and South Asia. Right now, the collective intention ought to be to salvage what the region could from the tenuous cooperative efforts. Moreover, such initiatives could go some distance to generate a degree of goodwill among the Eight and help in sustaining a dialogue process.

Given this backdrop it proved ‘a stich in time’ for the Regional Centre for Strategic Studies (RCSS), Colombo, to recently host the SAARC Secretary General Ambassador Md. Golam Sarwar to a round table discussion on the unifying potential of SAARC and its future possibilities, besides other related issue areas.

Held on June 24th and moderated by RCSS Executive Director and former ambassador Ravinatha Aryasinha, the forum brought together a vibrant, wide ranging audience comprising academicians, diplomats, senior public servants, civil society activists and many others. Following the presentation by Ambassador Golam Sarwar titled, ‘Reigniting SAARC: Achievements, Challenges and the Way Ahead’, a lively Q&A followed.

The above forum could be described as an act of lighting the proverbial ‘candle’ rather than ‘cursing the darkness.’ It surely is a ‘darkness’ that could be seen as daunting considering that the region’s pivotal powers, India and Pakistan, are failing to act in a spirit of accord but are engaged in bitter finger-pointing on a number of questions of vital importance to SAARC.

On the other hand, what is the rest of the region doing to bring the above sides together? It is disappointing that to date the rest of SAARC has failed to launch a major diplomatic drive to bring peace between the feuding regional heavyweights. It needs to act without delay and establish its earnestness and this effort would need to prove SAARC’s staying power in the unfolding months and even years.

In assessing SAARC’s seeming failure local opinion in particular has failed to factor in what could be described as weak leadership. Since Sheikh Mujibur Rahman of Bangladesh, the founding father of SAARC, the region has failed to produce a visionary leader who could advance the SAARC cause with charisma and drive.

Among other reasons, weak leadership accounts considerably for the faltering and stuttering status, as it were, of SAARC. Badly needed are leaders who could go the extra mile, think less of narrow national interests and work diligently towards the collective well being of the region but SAARC’s millions of ordinary people have been made to wait in vain for leaders of such stature. Instead, they have been burdened with politicians who seem to be relishing the apparently moribund state of SAARC.

Looking back, it could be said that it was the dynamic leadership factor that led to the launching of the Non-Aligned Movement and for its sustenance for a few decades. True, it could be seen in some quarters that NAM is no more, but as in the case of SAARC, the former too has been unfortunate to be burdened over the years with politicians who lack the vision and drive to unflaggingly advance the fortunes of the South. NAM and SAARC lack the dynamism and vision of leaders of the stature of Jawaharlal Nehru, for example, to give them the required guidance and intellectual depth.

The reasons are complex for there not being among us currently political leaders with the vision and the steadfast commitment to advance the legitimate interests of the South. However, it could be stated with conviction that the majority of Southern leaders have too easily caved in to the demands of the global North and its financial agencies.

These leaders have failed to see, for instance, that the largely market economy oriented Northern governments would not view with favour a centrist economic model that attaches priority to the interests of the dis-empowered publics of the South. This realization ought to have dawned on the current government in Sri Lanka, for instance, some while ago but it has no choice but to abide by IMF dictates since economic survival at present is unthinkable without the latter’s succour.

Accordingly for SAARC this should be the time for some soul-searching. Priority needs to be attached to ending the feuding between India and Pakistan since at present the material fortunes of the region hinge largely on these regional giants giving peaceful relations among them a try. This is no easy challenge to meet but some daring, visionary diplomacy needs to take hold among the rest of SAARC.

There is some sense in SAARC bringing the peoples of the region together through programs that address their best collective interests. A meeting of minds among SAARC nations could enable SAARC and its agencies to build a region-wide people’s movement for progressive political and economic change that could in turn lead to the region’s political leaders sensitizing themselves more to the neglected needs of their publics.

However, the time is ‘now’ for the initiation of these progressive changes and the voice of SAARC well wishers would need to drown out those of their critics.

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