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by Ruki Attygalle

“But it’s not the usual sort of coffee morning” my friend protested at my refusal to accept an invitation she was trying to force on me to a coffee morning organized by one her very up-market socialite friends. “It is actually a sale of hand printed batiks with coffee and cakes thrown in. That is all! The artists will be there as well.”

My ears pricked up at the mention of the word ‘batik’, as I was, at the time, going through a ‘batik phase’, and was intensely interested in anything to do with this particular craft. In the early 1960s, batik had not yet reached its zenith of popularity and was practiced only by a few artists.

“But I don’t really know these fashionable friends of yours!,” I protested, “and I will probably feel like a fish out of water.”

My protest however was feeble and fast becoming rhetoric, as had already decided that seeing the batiks and being able to meet the artists, was worth putting up with the boredom of making small talk with a bevy of fashionably dressed women, with their expensive hair-dos.

“You don’t need to know everyone there. I don’t. Anyway, I’ll there too so you won’t be alone,” consoled Shirani.

Having persuaded me to go with her, Shirani appeared to have another hurdle to overcome. From the way she kept humming and hawing on the phone I guessed what her problem was. As a tactful person she was trying to find the most sensitive way to ask me to be suitably dressed for the occasion.

“Okay! ” I said wanting to put her out of her misery. “A matching sari blouse, ah?”

Shirani laughed with relief. “Yes! Definitely! Not a black one please unless it matches the sari. You know, I can never understand you. It is not as if you don’t have the matching blouses! You simply can’t find them! That really is not good enough!”

Shirani had a point. I did have a tendency to wear black with almost any sari on the basis that black did not clash with other colours. Black was the easiest to pick out from the tangled mass of sari blouses of varying colours squashed into my drawer.

That morning I took trouble over my appearance. I carefully picked out a sari and found the matching blouse. And not just that; while rummaging for the jacket, I came across a matching handbag too! A fashionable and slender clutch. “Well,” I thought, “Shirani will be impressed!”

Powdered, lipsticked and perfumed, I was now almost ready to be picked up. Shirani would be here in a few minutes. I took my purse out from my usual handbag, referred to by my friends as my malla, a crudely woven rush bag for carrying groceries, and tried to push my purse into my slim and elegant clutch. It wouldn’t fit.

“Well,” I thought, “I don’t really need cash, do I? If I wanted to buy any batiks, I could pay by cheque. And the cheque book would comfortably fit in.”

I was startled when the telephone rang. “I am awfully sorry,” Shirani panted. “Lucyhamy has dropped a pan of boiling water on her foot and burnt herself. I’m rushing her to hospital. I can’t pick you up. You will have to go on ahead. I’ll meet you there.” She cut off before I could respond. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to ring back immediately to find out the address of the place where the party was being held.

As I didn’t have a car at my disposal, I had to ring for a taxi. I didn’t feel too comfortable going to a party and entering the place by myself, where even the hostess’ face was only a vague impression in my mind, gathered from the fashion page of a newspaper. However, I got into the taxi and sat down carefully arranging the pleats of my sari on to one side to avoid getting them crushed. Preoccupied with planning my strategy as to how best to introduce myself to the hostess and other unknown quantities, I sat waiting for the taxi to start moving.

“We had better get moving,” I said politely, leaning forward. “I’m already late.”

“Where to?” The driver demanded grumpily.

I fumbled in my handbag for the address I had scribbled down in a hurry. I couldn’t find it. It must still be on the telephone table.

“Wait a minute, please,” I said to the taxi driver “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I rushed into the house. The paper with the scrawled address was not on the telephone table. I looked on the floor and searched around the room but couldn’t find it. What on earth could have happened to it? I went to my bedroom and looked on the bed, the dressing table, the window ledge; but no sign of it.

The taxi driver started demonstrating his impatience by tooting his horn. I was getting more and more flustered and as a last resort I pulled open my `malla’ and there it was. Through force If habit I had pushed it into my old handbag.

Feeling rather foolish and apologizing, I got back in the taxi. I could guess from the driver’s stiff posture and sullen profile that he was not amused.

“No. 136, Flower Road, please,” I said more humbly than I had intended. Humility was not really required. After all, I was paying for this ride and would be giving him a tip too! If he was ,impatient that was his problem.

There was some muttering under his breath about people getting into taxis without knowing where they wanted to go. But I simply ignored him.

As he started, he revved up the engine so much that the taxi leaped forward like a horse. He turned into the main road like a maniac.

“Look,” I said sternly, “not so fast. Please slow down.” “I thought you were in a hurry,” he groused.

“Yes,” I said, ignoring his audacity, “But not in that much of hurry.”

He was rather intimidating, but I was determined to be in control.

As we drove at a reasonable speed along Galle Road towards Colpetty I suddenly realized to my absolute horror that I did not have any cash with me to pay the driver. I couldn’t possibly go to the party, introduce myself, and then borrow money to pay the taxi!

Come on. I said to myself. There must be a way out. Think! I commanded myself Think! For heaven’s sake!

I thought. An idea dawned. I would ask the driver to stop at the Colpetty junction where there were a few shops, alleging the need to buy something urgently. I could then run into Marikar Brothers Ltd a shop that had had my family’s custom for generations and always obliged with cashing cheques and I would be back in the taxi with cash in hand within a couple of minutes! Problem solved!

No, it wasn’t. Not by a long shot The driver flatly refused to stop at the junction saying he could not park there. He suggested that he dropped me off at the junction and after I finished my shopping, I could take another taxi to my final destination. Now we were nearing the junction and I had to come out with the bitter truth that I did not have the fare irrespective of where he was going to drop me. I wa searching for the accurate words to indicate my predicament when he pulled up by the curb.

“Four fifty,” he said, prideful turning back his head. (Incredible, but that was the fare from Bambalapitiya to Colpetty in the early sixties).

“The thing is,” I said quite overcome with embarrassment, have not brought my purse. So, I haven’t got the money to pay you. So, you will have to wait a few minutes till I go into t shop here,” I said pointing to Marikar Brothers, “and cash cheque.” I just didn’t have the courage to look him in the face but I could well imagine his expression.

As I opened the door and stepped out, a tirade of foul language flowed from his mouth. I was shocked, for usually taxi drivers are polite and very obliging. This one was a bad-tempered scoundrel all right! But perhaps I had pushed him too far as well! He ranted and raved about grandly dressed women getting into taxis not knowing where they wanted to go and not having money to pay their fare etc.

Just as I closed the car door and stepped on to the payment, a beggar came up to me stretching out his hand and pleaded for money. Sometimes when I am under stress my mind becomes clear, practical and resourceful. With the taxi driver’s voice drumming in my ears, I turned to the beggar and asked him to please lend me some money, and that I would return it with interest. He looked at me uncomprehending.

“Please,” I said, “Have you got four rupees and fifty cents to lend me ?”

There was an abrupt silence from the driver. I looked askance and noticed he was gaping with his mouth half-open, unbelieving. Perhaps seeing me begging from a beggar was not something he would normally have envisaged. Anyhow, I thought, that was his problem and not mine, and carried on my transaction with the beggar. By this time, the beggar had got over his initial amazement and come to grips with the situation. So, when I repeated my question a second time, he responded with what appeared to be, elation.

“Yes, yes, Lady, I can give four rupees and fifty cents.”

However, when I peered into his tin of coins, I realized he did not have the required amount.

“You don’t have enough, do you?” I said feeling sorry for both the beggar and for myself.

“Yes, of course I do,” he said, excitedly undoing a pouch he had made by rolling part of the upper edge of his sarong and tucking it in at his waist. My request perhaps its strangeness had caught him off guard and momentarily he had forgotten his plea of poverty. He unrolled from his pouch a thick wad of currency notes. It was now my turn to be surprised. I am sure there must have been over a thousand rupees in that wad of notes! And a thousand rupees at that time, certainly, was something to write home about!

His thin bony hands shook with excitement as his knotty fingers carefully extracted a five-rupee note from this wad; and handed it direct to the taxi driver. The driver looked even more flabbergasted. He obviously had not yet got over the shock.

The impatient tooting of horns by other cars on the road followed by a loud shout “What the hell are you doing, Yakko, blocking the road like this?” brought the driver to his senses. He quickly grabbed the note and handed the change to the beggar. I felt awfully guilty and, thoroughly embarrassed at the commotion I was causing. I am sure the taxi driver sighed with relief to be rid of me as he veered the vehicle away from the curb on to the road. I too reciprocated by wishing I would never see him again the rude and grumpy, so and so!

Having got rid of my tormentor, I turned to the beggar to explain to him that I needed to go into the shop in order to repay him. I was quite taken aback by his gait and the expression on his face. I had seen this particular beggar many times as he always hung around the Colpetty market where I normally did my shopping. He always looked miserable and had a guarded and cunning expression in his eyes. He usually grovelled, ready to demonstrate his humility by bending in two and three. But now he stood straight, his head held high. I could have sworn that he had grown taller! His face beamed; his eyes glowed with happiness. He looked at me with what appeared to be yes, affection!

I returned the money, together with a sizable ‘reward’ for ‘having come to my aid at a time when I desperately needed help. He took it with a smile; and with dignity; and a simple “Thank you” no grovelling, no bowing and scraping. He did not even look to see how much I had given him. He was not interested in its monetary value.

What I had given him was much more, very much more than what money could buy. To him, the entire transaction between us was like an exchange of gifts between two friends. Momentarily, he had been the benefactor and I the beggar. And I? I was so glad. Grateful too.



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Sri Lanka’s new govt.: Early promise, growing concerns

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President Anura Kumara Dissanayake’s demeanour, body language, and speaking style appear to have changed noticeably in recent weeks, a visible sign of embarrassment. The most likely reason is a stark contradiction between what he once publicly criticised and analysed so forcefully, and what his government is actually doing today. His own recent speeches seem to reflect that contradiction, sometimes coming across as confused and inconsistent. This is becoming widely known, not just through social media, YouTube, and television discussions, but also through speeches on the floor of Parliament itself.

Doing exactly what the previous government did

What is now becoming clear is that instead of doing things the way the President promised, his government is simply carrying on with what the previous administration, particularly Ranil Wickremesinghe’s government, was already doing. Critically, some of the most senior positions in the state, positions that demand the most experienced and capable officers, are being filled by people who are loyal to the JVP/NPP party but lack the relevant qualifications and track record.

Such politically motivated appointments have already taken place across various government ministries, some state corporations, the Central Bank, the Treasury, and at multiple levels of the public service. There have also been forced resignations, bans on resignations, and transfers of officials.

What makes this particularly serious is that President Dissanayake has had to come to Parliament repeatedly to defend and “clean up” the reputations of officials he himself appointed. This looks, at times, like a painful and almost theatrical exercise.

The coal procurement scandal, and a laughable inquiry

The controversy around the country’s coal power supply has now clearly exposed a massive disaster: shady tenders, damage to the Norochcholai power plant, rising electricity bills due to increased diesel use to compensate, a shortage of diesel, higher diesel prices, and serious environmental damage. This is a wide and well-documented catastrophe.

Yet, when a commission was appointed to investigate, the government announced it would look into events going back to 2009, which many have called an absurd joke, clearly designed to deflect blame rather than find answers.

The Treasury scandal, 10 suspicious transactions

At the Treasury, what was initially presented as a single transaction, is alleged to involve 10 transactions, and it is plainly a case of fraud. A genuine mistake might happen once or twice. As one commentator said sarcastically, “If a mistake can happen 10 times, it must be a very talented hand.” These explanations are being treated as pure comedy.

Attempts to justify all of this have sometimes turned threatening. A speech made on May 1st by Tilvin Silva is a case in point, crude and menacing in tone.

Is the government losing its grip?

Former Minister Patali Champika has said the government is now suffering from a phobia of loss of power, meaning it is struggling to govern effectively. Other commentators have noted that the NPP/JVP may have taken on a burden too heavy to carry. Political cartoons have depicted the NPP’s crown loaded with coal, financial irregularities, and political appointments, bending under the weight.

The problem with appointing loyalists over qualified professionals

Appointing own supporters to senior positions is not itself unusual in politics. But it becomes a betrayal of public trust when those appointed lack the basic qualifications or relevant experience for the roles they are given.

A clear example is the appointment of the Treasury Secretary, someone who was visible at virtually every NPP election campaign event, but whose qualifications and exposure/experiences may not match the demands of such a critical position. Even if someone has a doctorate or professorship, the key question is whether those qualifications are relevant to the role, and whether that person has the experience/exposure to lead a team of seasoned professionals.

By contrast, even someone without formal academic credentials can succeed if they have the right skills and surround themselves with advisors with relevant exposure. The real failure is when loyalty to a political party overrides all other considerations, that is a fundamental betrayal of responsibility.

The problem is not unique to this government. In 2015, the appointment of Arjuna Mahendran as Central Bank Governor was a similar blunder. His tenure ended in scandal involving insider dealing and bond market manipulation. However, in that case, the funds involved were frozen and later confiscated by the following government, however legally questionable that process was.

The current Treasury losses, by contrast, may be unrecoverable. Critics say getting that money back would be next to impossible.

The broader damage: Demoralisation of capable officials

When loyalists are placed above competent career officials in key positions, it demoralises the best public servants. Some begin to comply in fear; others lose motivation entirely. The professional hierarchy breaks down. Junior officials start looking over their shoulders instead of doing their jobs. This collective dysfunction is ultimately what destroys governments.

Sri Lanka’s pattern: every government falls

This pattern is deeply familiar in Sri Lankan history. The SWRD Bandaranaike government, which swept to power in 1956 on a wave of popular support, had declined badly by 1959. The coalition government, which came to power reducing the opposition to eight seats, lost in 1977, and, in turn, the UNP, which came in on a landslide, in 1977, crushing the SLFP to just eight seats, suffered a similar fate by 1994.

Mahinda Rajapaksa came to power in 2005 by the narrowest of margins, in part because the LTTE manipulated the Northern vote against Ranil Wickremesinghe. But he was re-elected in 2010 on the strength of ending the war against the LTTE. Still, by 2015, he was voted out, because the benefits of winning the war were never truly delivered to ordinary people, and because large-scale corruption had taken root in the meantime. Gotabaya Rajapaksa didn’t even last long enough to see his term end.

Now, this government, too, is showing early signs of the same decline.

The ideological contradiction at the heart of the NPP

There is another challenge: though the JVP presents itself as a left-wing, Marxist-socialist party, many of those who joined the broader NPP coalition, businesspeople, academics, professionals, do not hold such ideological views. Balancing a left-leaning party with a centre-right coalition is extremely difficult. The inevitable tension between the two pulls the government in opposite directions.

The silver lining, however, is that this has produced a growing class of “floating voters”, people not permanently tied to any party, and that is actually healthy for democracy. It keeps governments accountable. Independent election commissions and civil society organisations have a major role to play in informing these voters objectively.

In more developed democracies, voters receive detailed candidate profiles and well-researched information alongside their ballot papers, including, for example, independent expert analyses of referendum questions like drug legalisation. Sri Lanka is still far from that standard. Here, many people vote the same way as their parents. In other countries, five family members might each vote differently without it being a scandal.

Three key ministries, under the President himself, all in trouble

President Dissanayake currently holds three of the most powerful portfolios himself: Defence, Digital Technology, and Finance. All three are now widely seen as performing poorly. Many commentators say the President has “failed” visibly in all three areas. The justifications offered for these failures have themselves become confused, contradictory, and, at times, just plain pitiable.

The overall picture is one of a government that looks helpless, reduced to making excuses and whining from the podium.

A cautious hope for recovery

There are still nearly three years left in this government’s term. There is time to course-correct, if they act quickly. We sincerely hope the government manages to shed this sense of helplessness and confusion, and finds a way to truly serve the country.

(The writer, a senior Chartered Accountant and professional banker, is Professor at SLIIT, Malabe. The views and opinions expressed in this article are personal.)

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Cricket and the National Interest

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The appointment of former minister Eran Wickremaratne to chair the Sri Lanka Cricket Transformation Committee is significant for more than the future of cricket. It signals a possible shift in the culture of governance even as it offers Sri Lankan cricket a fighting possibility to get out of the doldrums of failure. There have been glorious patches for the national cricket team since the epochal 1996 World Cup triumph. But these patches of brightness have been few and far between and virtually non-existent over the past decade. At the centre of this disaster has been the failures of governance within Sri Lanka Cricket which are not unlike the larger failures of governance within the country itself. The appointment of a new reform oriented committee therefore carries significance beyond cricket. It reflects the wider challenge facing the country which is to restore trust in public institutions for better management.

The appointment of Eran Wickremaratne brings a professional administrator with a proven track record into the cricket arena. He has several strengths that many of his immediate predecessors lacked. Before the ascent of the present government leadership to positions of power, Eran Wickremaratne was among the handful of government ministers who did not have allegations of corruption attached to their names. His reputation for financial professionalism and integrity has remained intact over many years in public life. With him in the Cricket Transformation Committee are also respected former cricketers Kumar Sangakkara, Roshan Mahanama and Sidath Wettimuny together with professionals from legal and business backgrounds. They have been tasked with introducing structural reforms and improving transparency and accountability within cricket administration.

A second reason for this appointment to be significant is that this is possibly the first occasion on which the NPP government has reached out to someone associated with the opposition to obtain assistance in an area of national importance. The commitment to bipartisanship has been a constant demand from politically non-partisan civic groups and political analysts. They have voiced the opinion that the government needs to be more inclusive in its choice of appointments to decision making authorities. The NPP government’s practice so far has largely been to limit appointments to those within the ruling party or those considered loyalists even at the cost of proven expertise. The government’s decision in this case therefore marks a potentially important departure.

National Interest

There are areas of public life where national interest should transcend party divisions and cricket, beloved of the people, is one of them. Sri Lanka cannot afford to continue treating every institution as an arena for political competition when institutions themselves are in crisis and public confidence has become fragile. It is therefore unfortunate that when the government has moved positively in the direction of drawing on expertise from outside its own ranks there should be a negative response from sections of the opposition. This is indicative of the absence of a culture of bipartisanship even on issues that concern the national interest. The SJB, of which the newly appointed cricket committee chairman was a member objected on the grounds that politicians should not hold positions in sports administration and asked him to resign from the party. There is a need to recognise the distinction between partisan political control and the temporary use of experienced administrators to carry out reform and institutional restructuring. In other countries those in politics often join academia and civil society on a temporary basis and vice versa.

More disturbing has been the insidious campaign carried out against the new cricket committee and its chairman on the grounds of religious affiliation. This is an unacceptable denial of the reality that Sri Lanka is a plural, multi ethnic and multi religious society. The interim committee reflects this diversity to a reasonable extent. The country’s long history of ethnic conflict should have taught all political actors the dangers of mobilising communal prejudice for short term political gain. Sri Lanka paid a very heavy price for decades of mistrust and division. It would be tragic if even cricket administration became another arena for communal suspicion and hostility. The present government represents an important departure from the sectarian rhetoric that was employed by previous governments. They have repeatedly pledged to protect the equal rights of all citizens and not permit discrimination or extremism in any form.

The recent international peace march in Sri Lanka led by the Venerable Bhikkhu Thich Paññākāra from Vietnam with its message of loving kindness and mindfulness to all resonated strongly with the masses of people as seen by the crowds who thronged the roadsides to obtain blessings and show respect. This message stands in contrast to the sectarian resentment manifested by those who seek to use the cricket appointments as a weapon to attack the government at the present time. The challenges before the Sri Lanka Cricket Transformation Committee parallel the larger challenges before the government in developing the national economy and respecting ethnic and religious diversity. Plugging the leaks and restoring systems will take time and effort. It cannot be done overnight and it cannot succeed without public patience and support.

New Recognition

There is also a need for realism. The appointment of Eran Wickremaratne and the new committee does not guarantee success. Reforming deeply flawed institutions is always difficult. Besides, Sri Lanka is a small country with a relatively small population compared to many other cricket playing nations. It is also a country still recovering from the economic breakdown of 2022 which pushed the majority of people into hardship and severely weakened public institutions. The country continues to face unprecedented challenges including the damage caused by Cyclone Ditwah and the wider global economic uncertainties linked to conflict in the Middle East. Under these difficult circumstances Sri Lanka has fewer resources than many larger countries to devote to both cricket and economic development.

When resources are scarce they cannot be wasted through corruption or incompetence. Drawing upon the strengths of all those who are competent for the tasks at hand regardless of party affiliation or ethnic or religious identity is necessary if improvement is to come sooner rather than later. The burden of rebuilding the country cannot rest only on the government. The crisis facing the country is too deep for any single party or government to solve alone. National recovery requires capable individuals from across society and from different sectors such as business and civil society to work together in areas where the national interest transcends party politics. There is also a responsibility on opposition political parties to support initiatives that are politically neutral and genuinely in the national interest. Not every issue needs to become a partisan battle.

Sri Lanka cricket occupies a special place in the national consciousness. At its best it once united the country and gave Sri Lankans a sense of pride and international recognition. Restoring integrity and professionalism to cricket administration can therefore become part of the larger task of national renewal. The appointment of Eran Wickremaratne and the new committee, while it does not guarantee success, is a sign that the political leadership and people of the country may be beginning to mature in their approach to governance. In recognising the need for competence, integrity and bipartisan cooperation and extending it beyond cricket into other areas of national life, Sri Lanka may find the way towards more stable and successful governance..

by Jehan Perera

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From Dhaka to Sri Lanka, three wheels that drive our economies

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Court vacation this year came with an unexpected lesson, not from a courtroom but from the streets of Dhaka — a city that moves, quite literally, on three wheels.

Above the traffic, a modern metro line glides past concrete pillars and crowded rooftops. It is efficient, clean and frequently cited as a symbol of progress in Bangladesh. For a visitor from Sri Lanka, it inevitably brings to mind our own abandoned light rail plans — a project debated, politicised and ultimately set aside.

But Dhaka’s real story is not in the air. It is on the ground.

Beneath the elevated tracks, the streets belong to three-wheelers. Known locally as CNGs, they cluster at junctions, line the edges of markets and pour into narrow roads that larger vehicles avoid. Even with a functioning rail system, these three-wheelers remain the city’s most dependable form of everyday transport.

Within hours of arriving, their importance becomes obvious. The train may take you across the city, but the journey does not end there. The last mile — often the most complicated part — belongs entirely to the three-wheeler. It is the vehicle that gets you home, to a meeting or simply through streets that no bus route properly serves.

There is a rhythm to using them. A destination is mentioned, a price is suggested and a brief negotiation follows. Then the ride begins, edging into traffic that feels permanently compressed. Drivers move with instinct, adjusting routes and squeezing through gaps with a confidence built over years.

It is not polished. But it works.

And that is where the comparison with Sri Lanka becomes less about what we lack and more about what we already have.

Back home, the three-wheeler has long been part of daily life — so familiar that it is often discussed only in terms of its problems. There are frequent complaints about fares, refusals or the absence of meters. More recently, the industry itself has become entangled in politics — from fuel subsidies to regulatory debates, from election-time promises to periodic crackdowns.

In that process, the conversation has shifted. The three-wheeler is often treated as a problem to be managed, rather than a service to be strengthened.

Yet, seen through the experience of Dhaka, Sri Lanka’s system begins to look far more settled — and, in many ways, ahead.

There is a growing structure in place. Meters, while not perfect, are widely recognised. Ride-hailing apps have added transparency and reduced uncertainty for passengers. There are clearer expectations on both sides — driver and commuter alike. Even small details, such as designated parking areas in parts of Colombo or the increasing standard of vehicles, point to an industry slowly moving towards professionalism.

Just as importantly, there is a human element that remains intact.

In Sri Lanka, a three-wheeler ride is rarely just a transaction. Drivers talk. They offer directions, comment on the day’s news, or share local knowledge. The ride becomes part of the social fabric, not just a means of getting from one point to another.

In Dhaka, the scale of the city leaves less room for that. The interaction is quicker, more direct, shaped by urgency. The service is essential, but it is under constant pressure.

What stands out, across both countries, is that the three-wheeler is not a temporary or outdated mode of transport. It is a necessity in dense, fast-growing Asian cities — one that fills gaps no rail or bus system can fully address.

Large infrastructure projects, like light rail, are important. They bring efficiency and long-term capacity. But they cannot replace the flexibility of a three-wheeler. They cannot reach into narrow streets, respond instantly to demand or provide that crucial last-mile connection.

That is why, even in a city that has invested heavily in modern rail, Dhaka still runs on three wheels.

For Sri Lanka, the lesson is not simply about what could have been built, but about what should be better managed and valued.

The three-wheeler industry does not need to be politicised at every turn. It needs steady regulation — clear fare systems, proper licensing, safety standards — alongside encouragement and recognition. It needs to be seen as part of the solution to urban transport, not as a side issue.

Because for thousands of drivers, it is a livelihood. And for millions of passengers, it is the most immediate and reliable form of mobility.

The tuk-tuk may not feature in grand policy speeches or infrastructure blueprints. It does not run on elevated tracks or attract international attention. But on the ground, where daily life unfolds, it continues to do what larger systems often struggle to do — show up, adapt and keep moving.

And after watching Dhaka’s streets — crowded, relentless, yet functioning — that small, three-wheeled vehicle feels less like something to argue over and more like something to get right.

(The writer is an Attorney-at-Law with over a decade of experience specialising in civil law, a former Board Member of the Office of Missing Persons and a former Legal Director of the Central Cultural Fund. He holds an LLM in International Business Law)

 

by Sampath Perera recently in Dhaka, Bangladesh 

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