Opinion
It wasn’t me!
Politico’s mantra
I am not a great visionary, politically-minded scholar, or expert of any sorts. I am a very simple person, an average Sri Lankan citizen, like many of you, born in Sri Lanka, studied in a state school, graduated from a state university, and now mployed with a moderate pay check. So why do I feel the need to bother you with my blather?
It is because I feel that I have been offered the (mis)fortune of a different vantage point on the happenings in Sri Lanka. I recently moved to another country, temporarily, while all my roots, my heart and my soul are still back home, in Sri Lanka. I got so homesick that I spent a great deal of money to return to my country for a mere two weeks, after being abroad for just three months. For a brief moment, I got a glimpse of the ground realities back in Sri Lanka; the piles of people shrivelling under the scorching sun waiting to get a can of petrol/diesel/kerosene, or a cylinder of gas; the empty shelves labelled paracetamol in the drug store; the sound of the generator that was running for hours and screaming in agony during power cuts, and being ashamed of the inequalities in society it represented. I suddenly felt like an outsider, observing the daily struggles of my fellow countrymen while sitting on a cushy sofa in an air-conditioned glass bubble. I departed with a heavy heart, and now, I hear of the peoples’ plight but I myself am spared the physical discomforts they experience. I see photos and videos of dreadful scenes and feel the same frustration, but I am yet not hopeless because I have the luxury of a respite in a foreign country. My friends and family tell me of their plans to migrate abroad, when I intend to do the exact opposite, a minute influx against the great exodus. Yet, my heart bleeds to see my country, with all its imperfections and limitations, being plunged into an abyss of darkness, both literally and metaphorically.
I few weeks ago, I was astonished at the level of tolerance of the Sri Lankan people. Even under such trying circumstances, it seemed as if the populace were in a slumber of sorts. Almost complacent and maybe in a state of learned helplessness. I was amazed that the very persons responsible for the misfortunes Sri Lanka faced could still appear on national television, drumming “it wasn’t me” and the impunity they enjoyed. Was it some mystical power they wielded over the masses? Maybe it was the numerous embellished amulets being brandished hither and tether or perhaps the red scarf? Well…, whatever it was, the spell appears to be lifting now, slowly but steadily; surely lifting! I am proud of my fellow citizens who have taken it upon themselves to protest and voice their dissent. I applaud you for your courage, no matter wherever or however you found it. I rejoice in the solidarity, irrespective of its catalyst. My only prayer now is that something tangible comes out of all this distress and that this is hopefully not another passing storm.
However, being away from the epicentre of it all has also offered me a broader perspective, a form of introspection of what really brought us to this juncture. Is it really the fault of a handful of individuals or just one family only? Till now, my stock answer to anyone who complained about the blundering state of affairs in Sri Lanka has been that “I did not vote for him/them”. I have flaunted this fact in the faces of many. I have sanctimoniously held on to it as a pauper cherishes his maggot infested ulcer. The truth I have seldom, if ever, admitted is that I have voted only once in my entire life. Looking back, I now feel just as responsible for the sorry state of affairs in Sri Lanka as much as the political stooges who brought these corrupt individual(s) to power. My lame excuse so far has been that there is no one who is worthy of consideration to vote for, but shouldn’t I have made some effort to identify the least rotten of the tomatoes?
For decades, most of our populace has let their loyalties be governed by immediate or short-term personal gains, the promise of a job, a massive building contract, an import license or even a bottle of alcohol and a free lunch. There was seldom any focus on the policies and strategies the candidates brought to the table, and never any real debate of how sustainable or economically sound they were. I agree that looking at the choices we are left with, it seems like picking the least malodorous one from a box of putrefying fish, but yet, have we ever put them to test before entrusting them with running an entire nation?
Yet, even with a diligent population who value the long-term prosperity of the country over temporary personal gains, a crafty candidate who runs a shrewd campaign may still sway public opinion and come into power. The last presidential and parliamentary elections are living proof of how deceptive campaigns could be. There was a great calling for change, promise of transformation and meritocracy. Although, there were many who supported and lobbied for ‘The King’ for shameless personal gains, majority of the 6.9 or so million Sri Lankans who voted for them would have truly believed in this promise only to be utterly disappointed within a relatively short period of time thereafter.
The real question in such a case is what does the public, the media and the law enforcement authorities do when the real colours of the perpetrators start to become visible? How often are they called out? How often are they challenged? Do the law enforcement authorities take decisive action when criminal offences are allegedly committed? Of course, we do not live in a perfect world but a human one. Therefore, we have to accept that there will invariably be some degree of corruption, favouritism, incompetence and even outright stupidity. However, it should never be the norm and most certainly should not be systemic.
But here we are! We Sri Lankans have let it become the norm! The corrupt rulers rob the country of billions of rupees and embark on ill-advised displays of false prosperity for political mileage, wasting precious resources. The minions and hench-persons surrounding them nod their heads in approval and bow with the hope of feasting on the scraps thrown their way as positions, commissions, contracts, tenders and so on and so forth. Lower down in the imaginary social ladder, someone might take a few bundles of blank sheets home from the office or expect their palms to be greased to do the work they are already paid to do. Although a significant proportion of the population are law-abiding citizens making an honest living, corruption and incompetence have become so common place in Sri Lanka now. We have allowed this malady to go on for too long, unchecked and unchallenged, so much so that it has now become nearly systemic. We have turned a blind eye and done far too little for decades, chanting “it wasn’t me“. Sometimes it has been for our own personal profits and sometimes, simply because we did not care enough.
The time has come for us, the ordinary citizens, to own up to our own misfortunes. After all, aren’t we all responsible as we have aided and abetted this self-perpetuating system of corruption, in one way or another?
We have relied on a top-down approach to change this system of corruption for far too long, looking for “heroes” who will right all wrongs. Let this unprecedented disaster in Sri Lanka be a lesson to us all to value principles and never turn a blind eye to injustice. Let this be a calling to be intolerant of corruption at any level. Let us be responsible citizens in every way possible, call out wrong doers and be whistle blowers if we must. We must build a virtuous culture which shuns the corrupt and the unlawful, coupled with a strong and impartial justice system that will put them behind bars, if we are to rise from the ashes one day.
There is a massive peaceful people’s movement in Sri Lanka, and I hope it will continue to gain momentum in the days and weeks to come. Although it makes me optimistic, I am also afraid of the political forces which might hijack this well intended and honest voice of the people. Moreover, it can very easily manipulate agitated masses, and the herd mentality that ensues. Of course, once the dust settles, the culprits will once again harp “it wasn’t me” while the people caught in the cross fires suffer. Sri Lanka is an already broken nation, bankrupt and falling apart. More damage to public or private property, or harm to human lives would only aggravate the country’s plight. It will definitely not help; not even just a little.
I admire and bow my head to everyone who stands for a better meritocratic and democratic Sri Lanka, free from corruption. Let us protest in unison in any way we can and let this be my minuscule share. Let the message be crystal clear, devoid of the distraction of violence or destruction. Let this be the Beginning of a New Beginning!
Disclosure
I have no political affiliations, nor do I support any political party or a group. I admit that I penned my thoughts rather candidly as I feel shielded in this corner of the world, and I seriously doubt whether I would have had the courage or the time to do so had I been in Sri Lanka. Of course, if anyone ever asks me if I wrote this article, my answer would most likely be “it wasn’t me”!
A homesick wanderer
Opinion
Morning Star of Nursing Education in Sri Lanka
Chandra de Silva, 20th Death Anniversary
After a convulsive struggle for national liberation from British colonialism which tore the subcontinent apart, India gained its independence in 1947. Way ahead of Ceylon, on the cusp of this momentous event, it established a degree-awarding College of Nursing at the University of Delhi in 1946, a committee having visited and considered the best practices in nursing education in Canada, the USA, England and Scotland. It then carefully designed a course to meet the needs of India’s social and health requirements, and admitted its first batch of 13 students in July 1946, for a four-year BSc (Honors) degree in Nursing.
Soon after, they offered this advantage through a competitive interview to students from Ceylon.
In 1950, the year India adopted its first Republican Constitution, Chandra Samarasinghe was one of the three persons admitted to this course, and would go on to be the one who eventually introduced university education for Sri Lankan nurses in 1992, after a lifetime of campaigning.
When Chandra de Silva (nee Samarasinghe), much loved and respected by her students and colleagues alike, passed away 20 years ago on 28th January 2006, a former student wrote a moving tribute to her titled “The Morning Star of the World of Nursing Has Faded…” on the front page of the February 2006 issue of the magazine New Vision, a publication of the Graduate Nurses’ Foundation of Sri Lanka.
Describing Chandra as “the Nightingale of Sri Lanka”, a “most noble lady (Athi uththama kanthawa) filled with compassion”, “born for the good fortune of the nation” and “incomparable teacher-mother (guru mathawa) of hundreds of thousands of students”, the writer, Malini Ranasinghe, who was the President of the Graduate Nurses Foundation, confesses it is beyond her to set down in full Chandra’s life-long service of over 50 years to the profession. The magazine New Vision itself was one of Chandra’s many initiatives as was the encouragement for the Nursing Profession to obtain membership of the Sri Lanka Association of Professionals. Malini Ranasinghe promises in this heartfelt farewell, that Chandra’s legacy would be passed down the ages to each new batch of nursing students, to remain in their hearts through the course on the History of Nursing.
Chandra was Sri Lanka’s first Chief Nursing Education Officer (CNEO, now titled Director Nursing) at the Ministry of Health. She took up the pioneering role in 1967, having returned from Boston University, USA, after completing a Master’s degree in Education and Administration.
In her first year in the role, Chandra presented a comprehensive memorandum drawing the attention of the government of the day to the country’s need for a Bachelor’s degree in Nursing. She was the first to do so. It took decades before this dream came true, with Chandra having made several more proposals many years apart, before she was invited by a Canadian University in collaboration with the Open University of Sri Lanka (OUSL) to help set up the degree course in Nursing in 1992. Having spent most of her professional life in a battle to uplift the nursing profession in Sri Lanka to international standards, she was setting exam papers at the OUSL the day before she was admitted to hospital for kidney surgery, and passed away at the recovery unit. By then, she had seen not only several batches of undergraduate nurses don their robes, but also graduate nurses earn Master’s degrees with a PhD programme well on its way to being implemented.
When Delhi Built Bridges
It all started when three young ladies boarded a train with their Thomas Cooks travel documents, to Delhi in July 1950, having competed and won places at Delhi University to follow a BSc Honours degree, majoring in Nursing. Chandra Samarasinghe from Mahamaya College Kandy, dressed in a Kandyan Saree, Trixie Marthenesz from Ladies College and later Ananda College Colombo, and Shireen Packeer, also from Ananda College Colombo, in dresses, were the lucky ones selected, and became firm friends known as the “The Trio from Ceylon” at their university in India. They had “luxury accommodation” at their residential university campus at number 12, Jaswant Singh Road, New Delhi, and travelled everywhere on their bikes.
They had a blast during their four years there, not only completing their degrees but also able to experience the newly independent nation in transition, already forging a future for itself. Chandra continued to wear the Kandyan saree throughout her stay there, and when she had to introduce herself to the rest of the students, said “I am Chandra Samarasinghe from Kandy, in Lanka”, leaving a puzzled Trixie wondering why she didn’t say Ceylon. When they left the university after four years, the Principal, Dr. Margeretta Craig, O.B.E. told them “You three Ceylonese girls have been live wires!” They got on well with the staff including the Vice Principal Dr. Edith Buchanan, a Canadian from the Canadian Faculty of Nursing, who had an interesting experience with Chandra at their first encounter. When asked to explain the meaning of the term “prone position”, Chandra, always the first to offer an answer, piped up to say somewhat indelicately, “That’s the one with the backside up!” to giggles from the class. She was soon persuaded that “face-down” was a much more decorous way of saying it.
They sang and danced in the presence of Lady Edwina Mountbatten who graced the university’s annual concerts and had their names appear approvingly in the Indian newspaper report of the event. They were invited to Rashtrapati Bhavan in 1951 where they met India’s iconic first Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru and Dr. Rajendra Prasad, the first President. They made friends with J. Wijetunga, author of ‘Grass for my Feet’ fame who lived only a short distance away from their hostel, who gave them free access to his pantry and taught them the cultural history of India and also of Sri Lanka. They travelled to places of interest including a long-desired visit to Shanthi Nikethan, having developed a love for Rabindranath Tagore’s work, and took photos in front of the Taj Mahal.
When they first arrived in Delhi, they were thrilled to meet another Sri Lankan student in the senior year who had known them from Ceylon, Viola Perera. Viola introduced them to her friends, one of whom on obtaining her PhD became the Principal of the College of Nursing, University of Delhi.
It was clear that their time at Delhi University left a deep impression on the girls. They were being trained to take over from the departing British, and to maintain the required standards as well as to develop them further. The sense of patriotic duty they saw in India made an impression on them. They also had plenty of fun, and Chandra was able to keep Ceylon’s end up when the beautiful Bengali voices of Indian students sang at their gatherings, having herself been voice-trained by Saranagupta Amarasinghe, and according to Trixie Marthenesz’s reminiscences in her book, ‘Those Delhi Days”, also by Ananda Samarakoon (p143).
A Worthy Battle Waged
Back in Ceylon, Chandra tried many times to introduce the educational opportunities she herself had obtained, to others in her profession. And yet, unlike India at Independence, Ceylon and later even Sri Lanka, was not ready to accept such progress easily. With the Health Ministry decision makers being male and mostly doctors, they ignorantly regarded the role of the nurse as a minor one, needing just “a pair of hands”. It may have involved some insecurity which masqueraded as good sense, at the cost to the country for many decades. As CNEO, Chandra battled through it all, rewriting the curriculum to bring it up to international standards, doing what she could to send Nurses overseas for training. And she kept presenting proposals for a BSc programme, which fell on deaf ears. Decades later, she was rewarded for her unwavering commitment to the cause when she was asked to start the BSc Nursing programme at the Open University of Sri Lanka (OUSL), which is now a great asset to the country, with other universities also offering it.
In 2004, two years before she passed away, the first publication of New Vision by the Graduate Nurses Foundation of Sri Lanka was presented to her. In the 2005 issue, they reproduced on the front page her keynote address at their AGM on the 31st of October 2004, at which she was Chief Guest.
Her speech recounts the painfully hard journey that the profession (and she herself) had to endure to raise it to its current status. Chandra recalls with sadness that the three-year Nursing Diploma did not entitle Sri Lankan nurses to pursue higher education, qualifying them only to follow a few courses at the Post Basic School of Nursing:
“I had to fight a very hard battle to keep the 3 year programme intact because there was a very serious effort to downgrade the three year programme to two years, a step that would have prevented our nurses from obtaining any acceptance and recognition in a foreign country. There was intense official and political pressure for a long time to effect this change but with the assistance of a few other Nursing Leaders this retrograde step was suppressed, perhaps forever. Such dangers can arise in the future too. The price we nurses have to pay, is eternal vigilance to challenge and suppress any effort to downgrade the standard of Nursing Education in Sri Lanka.”
She happily announced that at that stage, there were 200 BSc graduates and 25 who had obtained their Master’s degree, with two heading for their PhD. She defined the lack of access to higher education for nurses as a “human right denied”. She also declared that for the first time, there was agreement across all nursing services to propose a nursing degree at conventional universities, disclosing that this was the “first time such consensus has manifested in the Nursing Services”. She called upon nurses to retain this unity “at whatever cost” and just as in other professions such an engineering, law, medicine, “it was time to rectify this anomaly” and “work together to achieve this new dimension in Nursing Education.”
A Mother to More Than Her Own
As I write this memorial to honour my mother Chandra for her life of service and unwavering dedication to provide for others the education she herself received at two of the best universities in the world (Delhi and Boston), her determination and grace under pressure, I know why I have focused on her professional life rather than her personal one. It is because I grew up sensing that she was truly a mother to a larger family, of nursing students and professionals she was responsible for. She never turned away any of them coming over to her home for special help with their dissertation topics or applications for scholarships. She encouraged the senior nursing staff to follow the degree course and helped them complete it when they were discouraged. Some who recognized me at the counters in private hospitals came up to declare their gratitude to her for this specific gesture of help, because their employment prospects had expanded greatly with that.
Though infinitely patient, graceful and ladylike, my mother was a fighter. I saw how she never gave up on her ambitions for her profession, although she was hardly ambitious for herself. I saw her pain, and her determination to fight on in a hostile environment of male dominated bureaucracy.
I am eternally grateful to Aunty Trixie (Trixie Marthenesz, her fellow student at Delhi Uni) for writing a delightful little booklet called “Those Delhi Days” (Tharanjee Prints, Maharagama, 2009), recounting their time from 1950 to 1954 at the University of Delhi, with wonderful photographs of their 4-year journey as undergraduates, including at the annual concert in creative costumes and also on their holidays around India. An especially charming photo on the first page is the one on Convocation Day 1954, which shows Chandra, Trixie and Shareen together with a few of their batch mates wearing their robes with the distinctive Delhi Uni Cap. The book recalls in such delicious detail their time during such an exciting period in India, just two years after Independence from the British. I found some of the facts for this article from that book. Aunty Trixie, whom my mother drew in, together with Aunty Viola (Viola Perera, the senior student at Delhi University) talking them both out of retirement to begin the work of setting up a new department of Nursing at the Open University, writes in her book, of the young student Chandra who screamed at witnessing the death of their first patient in a hospital in India, bringing “half the ward to the scene”, but who then turned into “a leader among professional nurses in Sri Lanka” which appellation Trixie says “befitted her”.
I see that others have now taken the profession to new heights. Her students are now the warriors at the forefront of the battle for even further professional and pedagogical development. She would be proud. I like to believe that she was as much a guiding light as a Morning Star, softly glowing in the memories of those who knew her, inspiring them to never give up, and to do things with grace. That’s why I share these memories of my exceptional, beloved mother with all those nurses who have known her personally, her colleagues, lecturers and students in white who lined the path throwing jasmine blossoms at the vehicle taking her on her final journey through Kanatte, Colombo’s the main cemetery, and those who have and will come to know her, and the contribution she made to their profession, through the History of Nursing in Sri Lanka.
By Sanja de Silva Jayatilleka
Opinion
to pathi
Dharmasena Pathiraja’s eight death anniversary falls today
it is in loss and loneliness, one
finds words of solace, without which,
none may live or even die,
fling forging nouns,
into the far-flung corners
of birth and death, departing
from the beaten tracks of heavy tread.
dreams come and go,
in colour, as a contamination of the real,
the waking hours, a coming and going,
of departure and death
of bodies lined up shot,
in eelam, in lanka, or any other place.
the political is strained, half breathing,
lines the tongue with lashing words.
stories we tell our children
of war in words of peace,
and of peace in words there’s nothing to tell.
in silence, the quiet beat of the heart, strums louder and louder,
calling up the sound of waiting, for that time, when it is
all a matter of leaving, and now a matter for grieving,
living out the vanishing moments as limn, time pass, and
as our life foreshadowing death, not yet dreamt of,
but dreaded still.
in gaza, the children are gone forever
and it’s been a long journey, these forever years.
sumathy – january 2026
Opinion
Those who play at bowls must look out for rubbers
President Anura Kumara Dissanayake should listen at least to the views of the Mothers’ Front on proposed educational reforms.
I was listening to the apolitical views expressed by the mothers’ front criticising the proposed educational reforms of the government and I found that their views were addressing some of the core questionable issues relevant to the schoolchildren, and their parents, too.
They were critical of the way the educational reforms were formulated. The absence of any consultation with the stakeholders or any accredited professional organisation about the terms and the scope of education was one of the key criticisms of the Mothers’ Front and it is critically important to comprehend the validity of their opposition to the proposed reforms. Further, the proposals do include ideas and designs borrowed from some of the foreign countries which they are now re-evaluating in view of the various shortcomings which they themselves have encountered. On the subject, History, it is indeed unfortunate that it has been included as an optional, whereas in many developed countries it is a compulsory subject; further, in the module the subject is practically limited to pre-historic periods whereas Sri Lanka can proudly claim a longer recorded history which is important to be studied for the students to understand what happened in the past and comprehend the present.
Another important criticism of the Mothers’ Front was the attempted promotion of sexuality in place of sex education. Further there is a visible effort to promote trans-gender concepts as an example when considering the module on family unit which is drawn with two males and a child and two females and a child which are nor representative of Sri Lankan family unit.
Ranjith Soysa
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