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France Stars of “Nobody is perfect”

(Excerpted from volume ii of the Sarath Amunugama autobiography)

Another of Richard Ross’s (who once served the U.S. Embassy here) surprises for his visitors was the ‘Hemingway Trail’. We would table hop the cafes and bistros frequented by the famous writer in his day many years ago. Ernest Hemingway’s haunts were by now redesigned but we could locate them after reading his work ‘A Movable Feast’ which described the author’s early days in Paris as an expatriate American writer. Similarly when coming out of the Sevres—Babylone Metro I would think of Scott Fritzgerald’s evocative short story ‘I Remember Babylone’.

A walk through old Paris was like an introduction to western literature in the inter war years. Another welcome visitor was our old friend Siri Gunasinghe who by this time was teaching art in the University of Victoria in British Columbia. Siri had lived for several years in as a graduate student working on his thesis at the Sorbonne, was an outstanding scholar whose thesis which received a ‘bien’ [very good] accolade was published by the University press which is a rare honour in French academia.

He had spent a considerable amount of his time as a student at the Musee Guimet which specialized in Mahayana Buddhist exhibits which modeled on the Sanskrit treatises on art which were studied by Siri as the subject of his thesis. Unlike the British Museum which has arts and artifacts from Theravada countries the Musee Guimet which specialized on art of the ‘Extreme Orient’ – an area

carved out by the French colonial politicians – which was mainly Mahayana and had Sanskrit as the ‘lingua Franca’. Sanskrit was Siri’s academic interest and his lectures on Sanskrit literature at

Peradeniya, especially of the Sanskrit epic poem the Meghaduta, were attended also by a large number of students drawn from faculties who recognized his brilliance.

Siri was happy to spend a few days roaming around his old haunts. I took him to the Culture division of UNESCO where the specialists knew him by reputation. Specialists handling the Cultural triangle work in Sri Lanka were delighted to meet him and worked out some joint efforts in research and publications.

Bookshops

Paris is famous for its bookshops which dot the city. There are many around the Sorbonne and Boulevard Raspail where intellectuals and students gather to browse and sip a cup of hot coffee. But bookshops selling English works were not so numerous and had to be discovered through guidebooks. The most impressive was Brentano’s near the Place de Opera. It stocked the latest French and English books and promoted new books by positioning them behind their large storefront window which faced the main street.

We would spend hours browsing with no complaints from the shop staff. Unfortunately Brentanos is now closed down due to the march of technology. Another large bookshop was W.H. Smith’s on the Rue de Rivoli. It also stocked journals of every description. I also found a small bookshop near the Odeon metro which sold US publications. Its notice board carried messages and letters for expatriate American writers in Paris.

Coffee was on the house and in winter many young American writers came there because it was a well heated place. This bookshop also announced lectures by visiting writers and by attending them I met some writers who became world famous later. Tourists flocked to the small bookshop called ‘Shakespeare and Company’ by the Seine which was the meeting place of writers like Hemingway, Fritzgerald and Samuel Beckett in the thirties when they were attracted to Paris by the appreciating dollar and the depreciating franc.

Another tourist attraction were the small kiosks along the Quaffs near the river which sold secondhand books, old maps and memorabilia. If you had the time to spend it was possible to pick up valuable inscribed books which had been sold to these book shops for a pittance. I found a book with an inscription by Subhas Chandra Bose. Another recipient of several inscribed books sent by Mulk Raj Anand had sold them to a secondhand bookseller without even bothering to read the title. I was able to buy them for a song.

Students often gathered in the Latin Quarter which was full of bookshops open day and night. I spent many happy weekends in those wonderful bookshops and their small cafes which would serve snacks and hot chocolate in short order so that we could quickly get back to browsing. Another interesting feature was that we could see in those bookshops famous writers, political personalities [including Mitterand] and film stars, who invariably spent time looking for new books. They could also be seen Spending time in the nearby restaurants and bistros where tables would be reserved for them.

Cinema

Movies were shown in the posh cinema halls on the Champs Elysee’s which displayed attractive billboards advertising their films. Whenever a new film opened there would be a crowd of chic ladies and their escorts lining up on the street to buy tickets. From time to time leading film stars would come to those theatres to promote their films and face the media.

There was a similar cluster of cinema halls at the Odeon junction opposite the metro, exhibiting French films. There was a frisson in the Odeon complex where young people gathered in anticipation when a new film was released. Famous French film directors, mobbed by their fans, could be seen in the Odeon cinemas when their films were released for the first time.

In addition to these grand cinemas there were a large number of small cinema halls in the outskirts of the city which showed classics as well as pot boilers. Sometimes erotic films like `Emannuelle’ were also shown in those cinemas and attracted an audience of old men who shuffled in at the last minute. All the film classics could be seen in these ‘outstation’ cinemas and the enthusiast had to consult the newspapers or magazines to locate them.

I once went out of the city to see Lester James Pieris”God King’. The only problem was that it had been reedited and shown as the ‘Tomb of the Pharaohs’. When I mentioned this to Lester, he was not amused at the mutilation of his film but there was nothing he could do as all the rights for distribution were owned by the producer.

A group of young French film makers led by Herve Berard were introduced to me by our embassy staff. They were planning to make a film in Sri Lanka with Gamini Fonseka, after seeing him in ‘Nidhanaya’ which was shown on French TV. At about this time Geetha Kumarasinghe was in Paris and we decided to back this film together with my friend Irvin Weerackkody who was the boss of Phoenix Advertising Services.

So the whole crew moved to Sri Lanka and with Gamini and Geetha as the local stars and two young film stars from the French film industry, shot `Nobody’s Perfect’ as a murder mystery set in the Sri Lankan countryside. But we had difficulties with the French version and the film ran only for a few weeks in Colombo. This film drew stellar performances from Gamini and Geetha and deserves to be resurrected in this age of television, by our Film Corporation. It had good reviews when it was premiered in Paris.

Theatre

The Comedie Francaise was located in the heart of the city. It usually produced traditional French classics like those of Moliere. I attended several of those plays but was hindered by my inadequate knowledge of the French language. The Comedie is considered a national treasure which was a centre of resistance during the Nazi occupation. While this theatre was considered to be upmarket there were many smaller playhouses that attracted young people.

One was the ‘Vieux Colombier’ which was associated with Jean Paul Sartre and the existentialists. Their plays were staged at the Colombier which was a meeting place of French intellectuals. Equally important was the popular entertainments which are part of the Paris city scene. At the entrance to the Metros or on busy street corners would be the ‘Baskers’ or struggling musicians who would play for donations of passers by.

Some of them were really good and would be picked up by TV and nightclubs. Others were not much better than beggars, some of them winos, who would solicit a few francs. Some of the migrants – Asian and particularly, African – would also play their ethnic music and draw crowds who would invariably gather to enjoy a new experience. The tunnel approaching the Metro was warm and well lit and the Baskers’ would gather a group of admirers milling around them.

Centre Pompidou

No description of popular culture in France would be complete without a reference to the Centre Pompideau or the `Bo Bo’ as it is popularly called, in the historic Marais which was the old city market. Later the central market was relocated out of Paris. The Marais was a poor but busy quartier of Paris which historically housed a large number of Jews in its time. Since it was the main market of the city, it was open ‘twenty-four seven’.

The market attracted tough workers to load and unload meats, vegetables .and other products which serviced the ‘gastronomic capital of the world.’ Accordingly it was full of people and housed taverns, bistros, brothels, peep shows and all other attractions which are demanded by workingmen who are at a loose end between shifts.

Since the kitchens in the Marais were open late into the night the `haute bourgeoisie’ or the upper classes also dropped in late in the evening particularly after opera and theater going, for the now famous onion soup. The ingredients like raw onions, cheese, and oven baked bread were fresh off the market and the workers took it as a wholesome and nourishing meal. Onion soup soon became a staple of French cuisine which was served in the best restaurants in the city.

Outside the ‘Bo Bo’ there were jugglers, dancers, singers and puppeteers who attracted the crowds that came to see the ever changing presentations there. One presentation which remains in my memory is the premiere of Kurosawa’s film ‘Ran’ which was held in the open ground surrounding the ‘Bo Bo’. This film was produced by a French filmmaker at a time when Kurosawa was desperately in need of work.

His old sponsor Toyo Films had gone bankrupt, partly due to financing his films which were box office poison. He had even attempted suicide but had been saved at the last minute. The French rescue mission was supported by Mitterrand who was a great film goer. His nephew Philip Mitterrand was a well-known film critic in France.

The grateful Kurosawa brought his film to France for a grand premiere which was attended by President Mitterand himself. Thanks to Herve Berard I secured an invitation to that gala affair which was a ‘black tie’ event. A special technology to simultaneously project the film from three projectors was used on that occasion and we sat in front of a giant screen to view this fantastic film which was Kurosawa’s Japanese version of Shakespeare’s ‘King Lear’.

After the screening there was an ‘al fresco’ dinner and we had a chance to meet Kurosawa. He was quite different from the average Japanese in that he was quite lean and tall. He spoke English fluently and was happy at the acclaim received at the highest levels in France. Later I read that the producer complained that he had lost money on ‘Ran’. Kurosawa was a demanding director and his crowd scenes of thousands of Samurai, which was a feature of many of his films, cost a lot of money. But the director would not compromise on his high standards which helped in making him one of the all-time greats of the cinema.

Fashion

Paris has always been the fashion capital of the world. All the top fashion designers have their establishments in Paris just as the Italian designers have their ateliers in Milan. Naturally for a trade which deals with glamour and big money these fashion houses are located in the most exclusive parts of the city, particularly Avenue Montaigne and Fauborg St Honore which are close to each other and in the Concorde area.

On free days we would walk along the tip-market streets just to admire the store front displays. The street is dotted with small cafes and eateries which buyers, designers and models frequently use during their breaks from work. About Once a year the top designers unveil their latest creations before fashion critics and buyers of ‘pret a porter’ products which are marketed by leading retailers particularly those in the United States which is the home of the mass garment market. Those buyers are treated like royalty by the designers since their bulk purchases constitute the ‘bread and butter’ of the couturiers.

The fashion industry is a complex business. Not everyone knows how it really works. Thanks to Sri Lankan youngsters who are linked to the fashion industry at the basic level I could unravel the sociology of the ‘Rag Trade’. There are thousands of beautiful young women who flock to Paris from the rural areas of the country hoping to break into the fashion and film industry. For this they have to register with the modeling companies which are of varying service quality ranging from top models to call girls.

These agencies invest in their ‘properties’ by giving them training, clothing and on occasion, if they spot a winner, an allowance The chosen girls are sent to well-known photographers, who are legion in Paris, to prepare an album of photographs which is retained by the agency. This dossier is a hopeful girl’s or boy’s claim to fame among thousands of similar aspirants who want to emulate the stars.

Fashion photographers, Film Directors, Theatre Directors, journalists and even business houses seeking to employ PR hostesses contact these modeling agencies to get a list of possible employees. It is here that our expatriates come in They are employed by the agencies to take the required dossien to their client companies which are located in different parts of Paris. These ‘messenger boys’ whiz past in their Velos’ or small motor bicycles, carrying selected dossiers in brightly colored envelopes, to the potential employers.

The agency decides on the dossiers to be submitted, which can mean the difference between fame and obscurity for the model to be. They are constantly after the agency and the couriers for their dossiers to be sent for consideration by the show business bigwigs. Many of these would-be models seek the goodwill of the couriers, hoping that they would help to position their claims better. Many of our parties held in the Fauborg St Honore area had many of them pretty girls arriving on the arms of young SriLankan expatriates working as ‘messenger boys’.



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Revolt in the Temple: Poverty as Structural Control

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The underlying issue in Anuradhapura is a struggle between a few families who, for years, have waged a quiet cold war over control of the Udamaluwa. Similar situations exist in Mihintale as well. These places, among others, are treated as treasures of Buddhism but, in practice, function as tightly controlled economic centres. The same pattern repeats in Kandy around the Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic and in Kataragama at the shrine of God Kataragama. Variations of it exist across religious spaces of Islam, Catholicism, and Hinduism too, where institutional authority becomes indistinguishable from localised power networks. What is presented as sacred order often operates as inherited control.

It is indeed devastating to see situations where parents have no alternative but to expose their children to predators in robes for survival. This has nothing to do with religion itself, but with human pathology in the context of survival. These are the questions that demand answers, not superficial responses that treat symptoms while ignoring the conditions that produce them. What is more shocking and disturbing is not the tragedy itself, but the reactions to it. Social media has overwhelmed us, not towards understanding, but towards a fragmented cognitive state with no exit route.

A friend of mine in Nairobi used to keep all his electronic devices at home and go into the forest once a month, spending days there before returning. He called it “detoxification”, but in reality it was an escape from a system that no longer allows uninterrupted thought. Daily life is now saturated with unnecessary content, and attention itself has become a commodity extracted, processed, and sold back to us. This is where we have become unable to understand what really drives certain tragedies we endlessly react to, while remaining blind to the systems that quietly manufacture them.

Multi-dimensional poverty

Poverty is structural, poverty is political, and poverty is functional; it is a tool and a manoeuvring force of power. The question is no longer whether poverty exists, but who benefits from its persistence, and who is forced to survive within it. From education to medicine to basic food supply chains, countries like Sri Lanka are not simply mismanaged; they are structurally captured by a small number of actors who remain stable regardless of who is formally in power. Small-scale enterprises and NGO circuits that circulate foreign funding to “solve structural issues” often operate as hollow administrative performances, producing reports rather than transformation.

Poverty is not merely the absence of money. It is the absence of bandwidth, absence of protection, absence of time, and absence of cognitive stability. As Sendhil Mullainathan and Eldar Shafir state, “Scarcity captures the mind. Just as the starving subjects had food on their mind, when we experience scarcity of any kind, we become absorbed by it.” This is a description of how human cognition is structurally reorganized under constraint. Scarcity does not sit outside the person; it occupies them.

They also state, “Scarcity leads us to borrow and pushes us deeper into scarcity.” That is the mechanism that must be confronted without euphemism. Poverty is not only deprivation; it is a self-reinforcing trap in which survival decisions generate the next layer of crisis. Once a society crosses a certain threshold of scarcity, it stops producing long-term reasoning as a default condition. It produces short-term survival logic, often mistaken by outsiders for irrationality.

It is precisely here that public discourse becomes intellectually dishonest. Everything is translated into moral language because moral language is easier than structural analysis. But morality without structure becomes theatre. It produces outrage, not understanding, and repetition, not reform.

It is indeed brutal when an individual wearing religious insignia—whether robe, symbol, or institutional identity—is accused of acts that fundamentally contradict the moral authority attached to that position. It is equally brutal when institutions that depend entirely on trust begin to function as shields rather than safeguards. But the deeper question is not shock. The deeper question is what kind of social condition produces families who see placement within such institutions not only as devotion, but as a survival strategy under constraint.

Ethical decision-making

That is where the argument collapses into its most uncomfortable form. Poverty does not produce ethical decision-making environments. It produces constrained optimization under pressure. When food insecurity, debt, and social instability converge, institutional spaces that appear stable become transactional destinations for survival rather than moral choices. To interpret this as purely cultural failure is to deliberately ignore the structural compression of options.

Mullainathan and Shafir describe this clearly: “Instead of saying that scarcity ‘focuses,’ we could just as easily say that scarcity causes us to tunnel: to focus single-mindedly on managing the scarcity at hand.” That tunnelling effect is not abstract. It is visible wherever long-term planning collapses under immediate pressure. Systems then misread this as irresponsibility, when it is in fact cognitive overload produced by structure.

What is rarely acknowledged is how deeply this extends into governance itself. Institutions increasingly operate as if they are managing rational, unconstrained individuals. In reality, they are interacting with populations whose cognitive bandwidth is already structurally taxed. The result is policy failure interpreted as public non-compliance, enforcement interpreted as moral correction, and reform interpreted as communication failure rather than design failure.

Social media has intensified this distortion. It does not merely spread information; it destroys sequencing. Structural problems require temporal depth. Social media removes that depth and replaces it with instantaneous judgment. Every event becomes a surface object, detached from causality. The outcome is a society permanently reacting and never diagnosing.

Poverty, in this environment, becomes invisible in its real form. It is not seen as a continuous structural condition but as episodic failure. A scandal appears, is consumed, and disappears. Another replaces it. Nothing accumulates into understanding because attention itself is exhausted before synthesis can occur.

Modern Condition

The modern condition reflects a reversal of earlier social organization, where human relationships are embedded within abstract systems of finance, law, and administration that often fail to recognize the lived constraints of those they govern. In this disembedded state, institutions increasingly misinterpret human behaviour as their capacity for structural understanding weakens. At the same time, attempts to resolve systemic failures through expanding administrative complexity produce diminishing returns: more regulation, oversight, and reporting generate less coherence. Over time, institutions shift from functional effectiveness to symbolic performance, maintaining the appearance of control rather than achieving it.

This is why public outrage repeatedly fails to translate into structural change. Outrage is not a tool of reconstruction. It is a signal of system fatigue. It circulates, intensifies, and dissipates without altering the underlying architecture. Meanwhile, the conditions that produce repetition remain intact.

The most persistent illusion is that these are separate problems: poverty here, institutional misuse there, media distortion elsewhere. They are not separate. They are expressions of a single condition in which scarcity, complexity, symbolic authority, and fragmented enforcement interact without coordination. The system does not fail in one place; it fails in the gaps between these layers.

Symbolic systems

What makes this condition more severe is that symbolic systems continue to operate at full strength even when structural systems degrade. Religious identity remains powerful. Political rhetoric remains strong. Cultural symbolism remains intact. But enforcement capacity, institutional coherence, and social trust degrade beneath them. That gap is where instability grows. Until that gap is addressed at the level of structure rather than sentiment, repetition remains inevitable. New scandals will emerge, new interpretations will circulate, and new cycles of outrage will follow. Nothing resolves because nothing is being reconstructed beneath the surface of reaction.

This is no longer repairable through adjustment or rhetoric. It is a form of decay that persists until it exhausts itself, because the mechanisms meant to correct it are now part of the same failure. It continues until rupture, not reform. At that point, instability ceases to be episodic and becomes structural. Pressure will accumulate into breakdown, and what follows will not be managed transition but forced reversal. The responsibility lies with those who govern these institutions to prevent that trajectory, not through language, but through change. The drama is ending; farce is over; what we are witnessing is tragedy unfolding with unprecedented consequences.

by Nilantha Ilangamuwa

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Are threats to Buddha Sasana external or from within?

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As Sri Lanka celebrates the birth, Enlightenment and the Parinibbana of the Buddha, almost a month after the rest of the Buddhist-world did so, there is widespread discussion about threats to Buddha Sasana provoked by some recent incidents. Regarding the views expressed about postponing Vesak celebrations in my article ‘May Day and postponement Vesak 2026’ (The Island, 25 May), my very good friend Dr Upali Abeysiri has sent me the following comments: “The Mahanayakas have a good reason to postpone Vesak. The dawning of the full moon has to be on the same constellation (nekatha) as when the Buddha was born and attained enlightenment. Although Adhi Poya is reckoned as the second full moon arising in the same calendar month, this is supposed to be an odd exception.” Though it would have been ideal if a consensus could have been reached prior to the split of celebrations, perhaps, it does not matter very much as celebrations occur on a symbolic rather than an actual date, there being no historical or archaeological evidence confirming exact dates.

Whilst there are no direct threats to Buddha Dhamma, as the expanding horizons of science continue to confirm the fundamentals of Buddha Dhamma, there is no doubt whatsoever that there are threats to Buddha Sasana. However, these threats become important as the Buddha Sasana performs the pivotal role in protecting and propagating the Dhamma and, hence, become an indirect threat to Dhamma itself. Therefore, it should be the concern of all Buddhists and it is in this spirit I am making some comments which some may interpret as disrespectful to the Maha Sangha. I can reassure that my intentions are entirely directed towards the preservation of the Buddha Dhamma and Sasana. Though the Buddha proclaimed that the Sasana consists of Bhikkhu, Bhikkhuni, Upasaka and Upasika, for all practical purposes Sasana had been led by Bhikkhus, often at the expense of others.

There is hardly any doubt that there are external forces at play in Sri Lanka and even some Buddhists seem to object to Sri Lanka being called a Buddhist country. Interestingly, no one seems to object to countries like the UK and the USA being called Christian counties. I

There is no registration or baptism in Buddhism and there are no rewards for Buddhists for conversions. As I pointed out in a previous article, ‘How does the Buddha differ’ (The Island, 1 May) unlike most other religions, Buddhism is not a ‘high-demand’ religion, nor ‘law-based’ religion and is not exclusivist. Perhaps, it is this liberalism, pacifism and gentleness, which are the real strengths, that are being exploited as weaknesses by others.

There will always be external threats and the Buddha too faced many during his lifetime. Before addressing those, is it not more important to address the threats within? One of the most important problems seems to be the breakdown of discipline. Bhikkhus are bound by Vinaya rules, laid down by the Buddha and some recent incidents highlight total deviations. Though there were many previous incidents like unsubstantiated claims of Arahanthood, Bhikkhus attacking each other on YouTube and Bhikkhus conducting YouTube channels, not for the propagation of the Dhamma but for the accumulation of rupees, attention was focused after the detection of 22 young monks carrying narcotic drugs.

Though many commentators were quick to condemn the Sangha on this account, we need to go deeper. Narcotic menace has become a huge problem in Sri Lanka and it looks as if the drug lords would resort to anything to achieve their objectives. Though it looks as if some gullible young monks had been duped by drug lords, we need to question why it was possible. Is it due to the lack of supervision of these novices by their seniors that allowed them to accept a request in a WhatsApp group? Should there be checks and balances on foreign travel by Bhikkhus?

What shocked Buddhists was what followed next; the arrest of the Nayaka of Atamasthana for allegedly having sex with a minor. Anuradhapura was our first capital and Sri Maha Bodhi is the longest surviving authenticated tree in the world. Ruwanweliseya and Jetawanaramaya were among the ten tallest man-made structures in the ancient world, Jetawanaramaya still holding the Guiness record for the largest stupa in the world. Cyberspace is full of theories. Whilst some have condemned the Nayaka Thero even before the conclusion of inquiries whilst others claim that this was a coup by another Nayaka Thera in an attempt of succession.

I was intrigued, reading in a Sri Lankan newspaper about the 80th birthday celebrations of a Nayaka priest, who was convicted in London in 2012 of historical child sex abuse and sentenced to seven years in prison. I remember the case very well as he was the head of the Vihara, we had our first contact on relocating to the UK. I also remember his devotees, who believed that he was wrongly accused, collecting over £50,000 for an appeal. In spite of being represented by one of the top Barristers in the UK, the conviction was upheld but the jail-term was reduced by a year. His name is still on the sex-offenders register in the UK and he is permanently prevented from association with children. One can argue that as he has served the sentence and not reoffended, this should not be held against him but what baffled me is that he is still being referred to as the Chief Sangha Nayaka. Should a person on the sex-offenders register be the Chief Sangha Nayaka?

It is high time we put our own house in order before fighting the external enemies. It is reported that the former president CBK has written to the Mahanayakas requesting urgent reform and we should be obliged to her for taking the lead.

There are many aspects that need urgent reform, the first being removal of caste barriers practiced by some Nikayas, which is the greatest insult to the Buddha who promoted equality. The second is the active encouragement of Bhikkhuni Sasana which has not happened in spite of the landmark ruling by the supreme court. The third is the establishment of proper disciplinary processes under a single Adhikarana Sangha Nayaka with powers and support than allowing the government to take over the control of even non-criminal Vinaya matters.

There are many other issues that need settlement like the controversy of the land of Buddha’s birth which seems to linger on. An expert committee should hear all evidence and settle this issue once and for all.

As I have pointed out on many occasions in these columns, it is high time a Dhamma Sangayana was held, as the last one was 70 years ago. Ideally, it should be different with active participation of lay experts as well. It is the duty of us Buddhists to ensure that the words of wisdom of the Buddha continue to enlighten generations to come.

By Dr Upul Wijayawardhana

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Vijaya Kumar: Academic, Activist & Genial Fellow-Traveller

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Professor Vijaya Kumar

The University of Ceylon, Peradeniya, was in our time, a less-crowded residential university, where everybody knew everybody else or at least knew of everybody else.

I knew of Emeritus Professor Vijaya Kumar of the Department of Chemistry at Peradeniya, or Kumar, as we referred to him fondly, before I got to know him. His dear wife Savitri, also a member of the academic staff of the Department of Chemistry, was nicknamed Kumee, by some of their students (of which vintage is unknown to me) and the duo were thereafter referred to affectionately as Kumar and Kumee.

The Faculty of Science became a regular haunt of mine as I would go there in the company of my batchmates to attend lectures on Basic Mathematics given by Professor Maheswaran, as it was a requirement for our General Arts Qualifying Examinations. I would also go there to listen to some excellent talks under a programme that was held in the auditorium of the Science Faculty referred to as “Popular Science Gossip”. The “gossip” at these talks were not confined solely to science but were broad enough to include Literature, History and other branches of knowledge as well. I would often spot Kumar in the audience at these talks or bump into him in the corridors of the Science Faculty. But I got to know him personally only after he became the Warden of Arunachalam, my hall of residence, during my undergraduate years initially, and later, as a member of the academic staff of the Department of English.

Our Science Faculty undergraduate contemporaries, especially those at Arunachalam Hall and its immediate neighbour, Jayatilaka Hall, both within a stone’s throw away from the Science Faculty, shared many an anecdote about Kumar and their other lecturers. One of these anecdotes, had to do with a spectacular (motor car) driving feat of Kumar’s. Legend has it that he drove from his university bungalow-home to the Faculty of Science deploying only the reverse gear of his car! Kumar, on hearing of this, had told certain of his student friends, including some who became his colleagues later on, that this story is one of the biggest yarns he had heard in his life!

Some of his one-time younger colleagues, now in retirement like Kumar, tell me that Kumar exuded warmth and friendliness in all of his professional and administrative interactions with others in the wider university community. But there was no warmth or mercy for those who indulged in the unsavoury pastime of student ‘ragging’. He was a very strong proponent of the need to ensure to all freshers an environment free of the menace of ‘ragging’. He remained ever-vigilant during the ‘ragging’ season. There are stories of his chasing ‘raggers’ and catching them. Professor Maheswaran, who later became an intimate friend and remains so after more than half a century, was another who was fiercely opposed to ‘ragging’. I was a personal witness to Mahes chasing a ‘ragger’ up and down the stairs of the main library to nab him. Yet another of his students has noted that Kumar’s office room in the Faculty was a total mess at all times. It had tables, piled so high with books and documents that one could not easily spot Kumar at his desk. He, however, had the knack of pulling out from amidst the clutter, any document that he needed at any given time. If anybody were to volunteer to help tidy his desk, Kumar would respond firmly with “Don’t you touch my desk!”.

Kumar, like several of his colleagues in the other faculties as well, had his own eccentricities. According to information received from reliable sources, Kumar who taught Organic Chemistry used to carry his lecture notes in his shirt or trouser pocket with ‘the entire lecture condensed in point form on a half-sheet or half of a half-sheet of paper’. The way he rummaged through his sling bag filled to the brim with stuff to find an item that he needed was another ritual that amused onlookers.

Kumar, interestingly enough is a Royal-cum-Thomian product, in that he had his primary education at S.Thomas’ Prep School, Kollupitiya and the entirety of his secondary education at Royal College, which he entered in 1953. In a note written by Kumar himself, he notes that despite having had excellent teachers at Royal, his was not a notable school career. He goes on to say that “the only achievement I could boast of was my being the joint-winner of the school General Knowledge Prize”. However, he had been active in a Scout Group outside of school (1st Port of Colombo, Sea Scouts) where he “was Queen’s Scout, Patrol leader, and later, Assistant Scout Master”.

Kumar entered the Faculty of Science of the University of Ceylon in 1961 and secured from it an honours degree in Chemistry in 1965. He joined the academic staff of the Department of Chemistry in the Faculty of Science, University of Ceylon, Peradeniya in 1965 and left the following year for Magdalen College at Oxford University, from which institution he obtained his doctorate in Chemistry. His entire teaching career was at Peradeniya, where in the period 2003-2006 he served as the Dean of the Faculty of Science, a position that his late father-in-law had held a few decades earlier.

Among the other highlights of his career are: Chairman of the Industrial Technology Institute (formerly the Ceylon Institute of Scientific and Industrial Research, CISIR); Member (representing Sri Lanka) of the Geneva-based UN Commission on Science and Technology from 1999 to 2007 and its President from 2001-2003; President of the Sri Lanka Estate Workers Union from 1989 onwards; Member of the Politburo of the Lanka Sama Samaja Party from 1988 to 2014 and currently, a member of the Executive Committee of the National People’s Power (NPP).

Vijaya and Savitri Kumar are parents of daughters Shamala and Ramya, who are following in the footsteps of their parents: with the former teaching in the Department of Agricultural Economics in the Faculty of Agriculture, University of Peradeniya and the latter, in the Department of Community Medicine at the University of Jaffna.

(I wish to thank the following who assisted me in the writing of this brief essay: Mr. Bandula Warnakulasuriya, Emeritus Professor Ratnayake Bandara, Professor Mahinda Wickramaratne, Professor Swarna Wimalasiri and Mr. Manik de Silva).

*Editor’s note: Prof. Vijaya Kumar, a member of the NPP’s National Executive Committee and is still active in politics turns 84 today. This article by Tissa Jayatilaka, former Executive Director of the United States – Sri Lanka Fulbright Commission for Mutual Academic Exchange, was written for an upcoming collection of essays on Kumar’s life by his friends.

(Colombo Telegraph)

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