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Nanda Pethiyagoda Wanasundara as three generations of family saw her

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Nanda Pethiyagoda Wanasundara

To those who knew her, Nanda Pethiyagoda Wanasundara or Nan to her readers, conjures up the image of a graceful lady immaculately dressed in an Osariya. But to her slew of nephews, nieces, grand-nieces and great-grandniece, she was much more than that. Beneath the aura of grace and beauty, was a woman of exemplary kindness, nuanced intelligence and empathy, and a curious juxtaposition of conscientiousness with free-spiritedness, and a heavy dollop of wit. As she approached her later years, she once wrote to her loved ones that “there is no need to mourn my death” for she had lived a full life. So, to celebrate her life and remember her for what she was -an exceptional lady whose grace and beauty was rivaled only by her inner strength and magnanimity- below is the compilation of a multi-generational ode to her memory.

A niece: Without exception, Nanda Punchi Amma was the favourite aunt of all her nieces and nephews; fun-loving, sociable, good-looking, intelligent and eternally youthful, she was the aunt whom we never thought of as being old even when she was well into her nineties.

Always one to celebrate the small things in life, I cannot but think back to the countless times we met at her home for lunch, dinner, birthdays or any other occasion that called for a celebration. The table beautifully laid with a table-cloth and serviettes and Nanda Punchi Amma herself dressed and groomed immaculately, putting us younger nieces to shame. I still remember the last time she came to my house for dinner about a month before her fall. She was, as usual, dressed beautifully in a batik lungi I had bought for her from Indonesia which she wore with a perfectly coordinated kurtha top and jewellery. My one regret is that I could not photograph that moment to remember her the way she was.

But nothing describes Nanda Punchi Amma more aptly than the phrase ‘Beautiful both inside and out’. Nanda Punchi Amma’s empathy – especially to those less fortunate than her – was unparalleled. People who served her like her daily-help Rupa who did the cleaning, driver Aravinda and three-wheel driver Sampath were all fed like kings by her on a daily basis. Every so often she would even give Rupa a wine or beer and insist that she takes an afternoon nap! Even the garbage collectors down Fifth lane all sat on her staircase everyday till they were served tea and snacks.

Her intelligence and knowledge of current affairs was also remarkable. Well into her 90’s though she might have been, she was up-to-date with all the global current affairs and had particularly strong opinions about politicians. And, although her childhood was rooted in post-colonial Sri Lanka, her willingness and ability to adapt her views and perceptions to the ensuing decades made her weekly articles to the Sunday Island eminently readable and relevant to generations across the board.

Another niece: Where do I begin to tell the story of how greatly our lives were enriched by Nanda Punchi Amma’s influence? NPA to us and Nan to the rest of the world through her weekly “People and Events” column in the Sunday Island, I could write volumes about her on a personal basis. But, since I do not possess her writing skills, let this humble note be a tribute to that wonderful lady.

I remember my first meeting with NPA; the pretty angel in a pastel-shaded Kandyan Saree, who came to my rescue when my father unleashed his wrath on me for complaints from my school. Those days brats like me were never given a hearing against what the teachers and matrons reported to the parents. NPA held me close to her, spoke so lovingly and asked for my side of the story. I felt so important and thanks to that small act of kindness, that little incident built up my self-confidence. That was NPA at her core: A person who made everyone feel important and wanted. The lives touched by her magic-wand of warmth and empathy continue to worship her.

Always dressed immaculately with matching accessories and a flower in her hair, NPA’s warm personality enhanced her natural beauty. During my clumsy young days, I tried to mimic her by wearing the beautiful sarees and slippers that she gifted to me; but my mother wisely said that however much I tried I would never reach that standard. In retrospect, it was true, for NPA was unique.

Her home was more than a home to all of us; it welcomed cousins, nephews, nieces, their families and in particular her favourite great grandniece. Her hospitality was boundless – every occasion was filled with good food, laughter and joy. Her voice on the phone would say “Aney darling please join me as so-and-so is coming over for a simple lunch/dinner”. Yet, her “simple meal” always turned out to be a lavish feast, and even a spontaneous visit to her home resulted in a long cozy chat and meal. Together we would all sit at her table chatting, laughing and reminiscing, until a nodding cousin reminded us that we had overstayed. She loved company, and she loved people. That was NPA.

Her life wasn’t always a bed of roses, but she strived to make a rose garden for all those who came close to her. Her kindness wasn’t just reserved for her nearest and dearest but also to those less fortunate; she took care of their medical and other needs, listened to their woes and made them happy.

Dearest Nanda Punchi Amma, are you finally tired of being there for us for such a long time? Do you need a rest away from all of us? If so – and with great reluctance- your wish is granted. We as beneficiaries of your loving kindness and caring ways will strive to carry your legacy forward. And although we may not succeed a hundred per cent, we will certainly try our best so that you will live forever in the hearts of generations to come.

Yet another niece

: Time passes, the years ensue, but NPA has been a constant in my life.

My foremost recollection of NPA is her wedding in our living room at 20 Anniwatte. I still remember us as five little cousins mesmerized, gazing at her, stunned by her beauty for she was glowing purity at its best. We were all in new clothes and I was so proud of my new dress that NPA had sewn for me. There was so much food and music and we truly enjoyed ourselves, but later as NPA was leaving with Suriya Kudappachchi, we all cried because our parents were all crying and we did not know why.

Time passed. We visited NPA at Wimala Punchi Amma’s place where the fragrance of J&J baby powder was all over the garden and house. We were so thrilled and excited because NPA allowed us to touch the precious baby Dharshan. There was plenty of food and we had a good time but once again leaving NPA was hard, so we cried.

Time passed. NPA took me to Colombo to spend my school holidays with her. Going from Kandy to Dehiwala was magical, full of sweet memories of sea baths, walks on the beach and collecting seashells. My first Arithmetic teacher was NPA, and she ensured I memorized my multiplication tables from 1-12. While she was at work, she gave firm instructions to Podi Hami to ensure that I was safe and well-fed; when she returned from work we would take evening walks on the beach. Sundays were long sea-baths and we had such fun. I’d never seen a swim-suit clad lady in Kandy, so I was mesmerized by NPA in her beautiful swimsuit. Eventually though, the school holidays were over, and I cried to leave NPA one more time.

Time passed. It was my wedding day at Loku Akka’s home and NPA found time to secretly advise me. As I left and stepped into my future, she was all smiles for she was happy for me.

Time passed. I was back in Kandy and venturing out to Nagastanna Boyagama, NPA’s ancestral village. Loku Aiya was donating property to the Buddha Sasana. At the ceremonial arrival of NPA, beautifully dressed in white and adorned with a glistening white pearl necklace, she looked regal; together with the villagers we all went down on our knees to welcome her. NPA was very proud of our philanthropic duties and she gave us her full support, giving us the courage to go ahead with our plans.

Time passed. But whenever I could find time, I would take the train to Colombo to be with NPA. We would go to the Ladies’ College swimming pool and yoga classes. She would organize the “cousins get-together party”. Anything was good enough for NPA to express her happiness, generosity and kindness. She would, on her own, set the table so graciously and offer us a lavish meal. NPA was always game for lunch or dinner outings, high-teas at Mount Lavinia Hotel, and trips out of Colombo. She never forgot to invite her friends and she would always admire our clothes, although she was much better dressed than all of us. Most importantly however, NPA’s refined kindness, sincerity and lavish meals were not restricted to just her friends; she never ignored the domestic helpers and the municipality garbage collectors. I will never forget how NPA assisted a Bhikkhuni from Pallekele to receive medical treatment from Jayawardanapura hospital. With kindness, she offered transport, Dana and her home to rest.

Time passes. The years ensue. It has been so hard leaving you this one last time NPA…

Grand niece

: My Nanda Aththa…Matriarch of the family… Cross-generational agony aunt and role model with the beautiful nails. But, what is it that really made her so loved and cherished? Not just by her family and friends but also by the many people who came into her orbit? I think it was how she made people feel; a few cut anthuriums sent to her niece for no specific reason, breakfast buns for the pool guy just because he may like to have a treat on Sunday, a compliment, a word of kindness. Just little acts of kindness that made people feel seen, heard and loved. It is true, people are most remembered for how they make other people feel and Nanda Aththa will always be remembered for the love, warmth, and kindness she gave so freely.

Grand niece:

Generations apart we may have been, but a rebel knows another rebel, and Nanda Aththa was certainly the OG rebel, who showed us all how to rebel with style and grace. I will never forget that time she organized a dhamma discussion at her apartment in 5th Lane. As a bored 12-year old, challenging authority was my favorite past-time. So I got into a heated argument with the priest, contending that life was in fact NOT suffering and that he probably just didn’t know how to have fun.

I remember seeing my grandmother mortified with shame at my behavior, but I saw Nanda aththa on the other side shaking in silent laughter, thoroughly enjoying the exchange, (she later quietly told me the same). This was all the endorsement I needed to know that it is always okay to question conventional wisdom and form your own thoughts and ideas. She lived her life this way; on her own terms and not according to accepted conventions. Whether it was traipsing around the country going on trips with her girl gang, faithfully going for her Sunday morning swims at 92 or writing her beloved column even with failing health, she taught us to rebel quietly and gracefully,

how to live life to the fullest and chart your own course. She was one of the most inspirational women I have ever met. Her kindness, grace, exceptional style and fun loving nature will forever be missed, but we are all so thankful that we got to have her for so long and touch so many lives along the way.

Great grand niece :

Nanda Muththa is a really special person to me. Fond memories of going to her cozy house for visits and chats, going to the Ladies’ College pool and seeing her swimming there always comes to my mind. She once told me something I will never forget. When we visited her on a short trip back from Indonesia, when my Amma told her that I look just like my chuti punchi, she looked straight at me and said with a small smile, “you don’t look like anyone but yourself.” I will always treasure that memory, because in those few words she taught me that I should always be myself.

As I sit here thousands of miles away from Sri Lanka, compiling and ‘editing’ these varied memories and thoughts from my mother, aunts, sisters and niece, a few common themes glimmer through. Your grace and beauty (even at the ripe old age of 93) awed us, your wisdom guided us, and your exemplary kindness and generosity of spirit always made us feel loved, seen and heard. The day you passed, I lit a small “mati pahana’’ for you Nanda Aththa, and as I watched that flame sparkle and shine, I thought of how that flame was a metaphor for your life. The flame, shone brightly at moments, flickered at some others but for the most part shone steadily. And eventually, the flame faded away leaving behind just the simple mati pahana. Watching that pahana, I am reminded of a fundamental Buddhist truth: Nothing in life is permanent, and even the brightest flame will eventually fade away. But, the conduit for the flame, the pahana remains behind, and in that I know, that although your physical presence is no more, your core of kindness and generosity will remain with us always, reminding us that kindness and compassion remain the most precious of human qualities.

You will be dearly missed.

May you attain the supreme bliss of nirvana!

Dhammika, Jayanthi, Ramani, Erandi, Panchali, Chethana and Arya



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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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