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DS Senanayake recommends sending my daughter to the Kundasale Farm School
(Excerpted from A Cabinet Secretary’s Memoirs by BP Peiris)
G. G. Ponnambalam, always smartly dressed, was one of the few Ministers who came to a meeting thoroughly prepared on his own matters. He knew his Cabinet paper as he knew his appeal brief, and he would present his case as he would present a case in the Appeal Court. His language was also excellent. In one of his Cabinet papers, he had used the word “guesstimate”. The typist came to me and asked whether this was a mistake. I looked up Fowler under Hybrid Words but got no assistance.
I directed that the paper be typed as received as I was not prepared to correct Ponnambalam’s English. Where a Minister was arguing what I thought was bad law, I used to hand a legal authority to Ponnambalam to disprove the argument. He was quick on the uptake and would say “Sir, Mr Peiris has just handed me this U. K. Act which says…” and that was the end of the other Minister’s argument.
We have in the office a special red label to be used when delivering top secret documents. It is stuck on the outer envelope and reads “To be opened personally by the Hon. the Minister”. In 15 years it has been used about five times. One Minister had a confidant, known as ‘egg hopper’, a top man in the newspaper world, not a reporter, but one unofficially at Director level. The Minister used to keep ‘egg-hopper’ supplied with background information which, I must stress, was never published.
I had issued one of these red label documents. A few days later, ‘egg-hopper’ invited me to his house for drinks and added that there would be about four others. After some time I inquired for the toilet and was directed to go through his bedroom. On his toilet table, I saw my top secret document. I looked at the number at the bottom of each Cabinet paper we issue. For example, the Governor-General gets No. 1, the Prime Minister No. 2, and so on. The number at the bottom of the paper I saw was the Minister’s.
I did not mention to any one what I had seen because I knew that there would not be a leak to the Press.
During the next few months, there were several leaks. Ministers naturally wanted to know how information could leak to the Press when Cabinet papers were delivered to them in double envelopes marked ‘Secret’. The Minister I mentioned then made a remark which was quite unworthy of him. He turned to D.S. and said, “Put Peiris under arrest for three weeks and watch the situation.”
The inference was obvious. This undeserved remark hurt my pride, my honour and my good name and I blurted out. “I have at no time had any contact with the Press; but I have once seen with a pressman a top secret paper which I had issued”. The Minister demanded details. I had, in my haste to vindicate myself put myself into a most difficult and dangerous position. I might have been disbelieved if I disclosed what I had seen. It was the Minister’s word against mine.
D. S. said. “Never mind, gentlemen, let’s get onto the next item on the Agenda.” On the termination of the meeting, he stayed behind on purpose, fumbling with his papers until all the other Ministers had left the room and said, “Peiris, I want to apologize for that remark made about you. I know these things don’t leak from you or your office. I also know the Ministers who give out the information to the Press.” He did not ask me which Minister’s paper I had seen on the toilet table – a truly remarkable gentleman.
S:W.R.D. was a pipe smoker who smoked that excellent tobacco, Old English Curve Cut, packed in a neat, slim tin case which slipped easily into the hip pocket. One day, he came to a meeting with a tin of local tobacco. I saw him struggling to open the tin with its cutter. He was not used to it because his former tin had no cutter and opened easily.
I walked across to him and asked “May I help you, Sir?”. “Please do,” he said. I took the tin and found that he had been trying to cut the thick bottom foil which was impossible. I turned the tin round, put the cutter in place, and opened it in about ten seconds. I handed the opened tin to him saying, “Sir, you were trying it the back way.” He roared with laughter saying “That’s a bloody good one my dear fellow, a bloody good one.”
He was intellectually arrogant. In spite of his attempt, for political reasons, to camouflage himself in a cloth and banian, he could not divest himself of his aristocratic background and upbringing.He had many human faults and weaknesses, but, if you caught him at the right moment, you could make that steeliness in his heart melt because there was kindness, sympathy and understanding in him.
I have a vivid recollection of a fatherly talk D.S. had with me sometime in 1949. My daughter had passed the Senior School Certificate Examination at the age of 15 and could not proceed further until she was 16. She had the gift of the gab and appeared to be a chip off the old block. One meeting day, I was in the Cabinet room early, looking at a map of Ceylon, to see what D.S.’s agricultural, irrigation and colonization schemes were.
I had not been able to obtain leave to see these places for myself. The Prime Minister himself walked in 10 minutes early and asked me what I was looking at. With his finger on the map, he explained everything to me in five minutes—irrigation channel 20 miles long here to irrigate 15,000 acres, bund here, anicut there etc.
When he finished, I asked him whether he would be kind enough to give me some advice on a personal matter. He was an old friend of my father. I mentioned my daughter’s case and said I could not make up my mind whether to make her a doctor or a lawyer. He said, “These are both faculties in the University. If that is your only child, don’t send her to the University. Send her to my Kundasale Girls’ School. She’ll be a good wife, a good mother and a good cook. I am going there in a fortnight. Come with your wife as my guest and bring the girl along. Let her see the place and make up her own mind.”
I told my wife of the invitation and of the impending visit and asked to have a picnic lunch ready on that day which we could have under a shady tree at the Farm. I intended to go in shorts. Two days before the event, the Prime Minister’s Secretary inquired how many there were in my party, I asked “Which party?” D.S., a busy man, had not forgotten that he had invited me a fortnight earlier.
I was ordered to come in tie, collar and coat; we were to be the Prime Minister’s guests at lunch, the Governor-General, Lord Soulbury, would be present, and we should be at the Farm before 9 a.m. We were on time.
Permanent Secretaries, Heads of Departments and other officials, all numbering over one hundred, were there. My daughter was the youngest present. Every one of the guests was introduced to His Excellency by the Prime Minister. He introduced my daughter as a prospective recruit. The Prime Minister was genuinely fond of the place and never failed to visit the school if he was in the area.
The tour of the farm started. Lord Soulbury’s Rolls-Royce could not take the narrow roads and he therefore got into a small Ford car with the lady Principal. The Prime Minister got into a jeep. We, minor fry, followed in other cars. When we came to the piggery, the Prime Minister shouted “Where’s that little girl?” I asked my daughter to go forward and to say “Sir” if any question was asked.
D.S. asked a man to take some of the piglets out of the sty and told my daughter that if she could not hold a piggy, she was not fit to be a pupil in his school. My daughter picked up two piglets, one of which D.S. took, and while they were both holding the piggies, the camera man clicked and I possess a delightful picture of the Prime Minister and my daughter holding a couple of the little fellows in their arms.
We went round the classrooms and the dormitories which were clean and tidy. The 100 girls in the school, dressed in slacks and shirts, were having a holiday. They had helped in cooking an excellent lunch of rice and about 20 curries. Lord Soulbury was amused when one of the girls served him with rice, not with a spoon, but with a saucer. He was a small ‘eater’ and the saucer was too large a measure.
After lunch, served by the girls, Lord Soulbury and Mr Senanayake made speeches and signed several autograph albums for the girls, and the party came to an end.
Kundasale is a beautiful place – the headquarters of Lord Mountbatten during the war. The military buildings, which the girls occupied, have since been replaced by more substantial structures. The girls get a practical training in animal husbandry, agriculture, home science and several other subjects useful in later life. The outdoor life and the climate contribute towards the .good health of the pupils. The farm life knocks out the nursery ideas about storks bringing babies and leaving them under the bushes.
My daughter left the school after her training, a much matured woman with some sensible ideas in her head. The two year period of training is hard work. The day starts which the milking of cows at five in the morning. The girls then attend lectures and do practical agriculture, poultry keeping and other activities. In due course, my daughter obtained her diploma and left the school with regret.
The boarding house food was just like the food in any other boarding house. About once a month, my wife and I received a begging letter from the daughter asking us to come the following Sunday with three hundred string hoppers. We took all the food and went to spend the day at the farm. We carried mats and cushions, water bottles and glasses and, after arrival at the farm, filled the car to the maximum capacity with my daughter’s friends and came back to the Peradeniya Botanical Gardens for lunch which we had seated on our mats under a shady tree. On our return to the school, the girls used to take me to the concert room and make me play the piano and sing.
This had a most interesting sequel several years later. I was a member of the Havelock Sports Club. The club house at that time was like a caravan on wheels. It was a Sunday; several members were having their pre-lunch drinks. A private bus turned in at the other end of the Park and discharged about 60 girls. A quick thought told me that these could not be girls from a nearby school; they were probably from Kundasale.
The club boys refused to go and invite the girls on my behalf to the Club. I said I would go myself. Watched by all, I walked up to the girls, right across the park, and asked one of them whether they were from the Kundasale Farm School. When she said “Yes”, I told her that my daughter had been ‘I there and asked them all to come with me to the Club, which I pointed out, and have a soft drink with me. She said the girls would have to get the teacher’s permission, and I asked that I be taken to the teacher.
I introduced myself and the teacher asked whether I was not the gentleman who used to come to the school and play the piano. Permission was granted. I walked with the teacher to the Club, heading the procession, with all the girls following. I had been watched all the time by the members and they were surprised to see the snakelike two-by-two procession wending its way across the Park led by someone like the Pied Piper of Hamelin.
I ordered drinks all round and the girls shared the glasses as there were not sufficient to give them one each. I bought all the gram from the seller who had come along -and gave it to them to munch on their way back. The girls left after throwing me up inside the little club house to the tune of “He’s a jolly good fellow”.
My daughter was later offered a post at the Labuduwa Farm as instructress in Animal Husbandry at Rs 60 a month. She naturally had to refuse it because she was to be sent to a lonely spot – and to have somebody to look after her, and could not therefore run an establishment on the salary offered. She put her training to good use at home and reared poultry as a hobby.
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Trump’s tariffs, AKD’s gazette and Sri Lanka’s diplomatic slumber
“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
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.
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
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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