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PARTY FUN @ SWANEE! – Part 39
CONFESSIONS OF A GLOBAL GYPSY
By Dr. Chandana (Chandi) Jayawardena DPhil
President – Chandi J. Associates Inc. Consulting, Canada
Founder & Administrator – Global Hospitality Forum
chandij@sympatico.ca
Fun Begins…
During my first week as the Manager of Hotel Swanee in early 1979, I had a series of one-on-one meetings. These were with the departmental managers, senior supervisors, union leaders, West German and British tour leaders, most of the repeat and long stay guests. To get a better understanding of the hotel culture, I had these meetings in their own areas, departments and bedroom patios rather than in the formal atmosphere of my office. Within a week I had a good 360 degree understanding of the concerns and satisfaction levels of these key players.
I quickly learnt that to ensure customer satisfaction all we needed to do was to simply ask the customers and then do something about it. People were generally happy to make suggestions, and I wanted them to be a part of the solution, as well. We ended up with a series of focus group discussions which led to planning different and new forms of employee initiatives, special events for guests and hotel beautification initiatives. As I commenced being the manager of the hotel in the middle of a busy tourist season, we implemented popular good ideas, without any delay. Creativity becomes innovation when implemented by a team for mutual benefit.
I then held my first all employee meeting with nearly 100 persons. I presented concepts of new initiatives and invited managers and supervisors leading those initiatives to provide details. With that we created a participative style of operation and management at Hotel Swanee with input from relevant teams of employees. They were particularly pleased that the hostile village problems had been sorted out with diplomacy as the top priority. With a sigh of relief, there was a general consensus that the time for progress and fun had arrived.
Based on the involvement of guests in making good suggestions and in organizing new events, we commenced a competition selecting “The Hotel Swanee Guest/s of the Week”. The prize for the weekly winners was a special Lobster dish cooked and a Baked Alaska flambéed and served by the Hotel Manager. In addition, we displayed a poster at the entrance with an enlarged photograph and the name/s of the winner/s for each week. This became extremely popular. Most of these guests wanted me to sign the poster before they took it with them when returning to Europe.
Some of these guests sent me thank you notes and postcards with proudly including their title/s after their name/s (i.e., “Hotel Swanee Best Guests of the Week – 1st March, 1979”). When some of these Best Guests returned to Swanee as repeat visitors, we garlanded them on arrival and made a big fuss. They simply loved the attention.
Two such guests were female primary school teachers from the UK who regularly visited Sri Lanka and stayed at Hotel Swanee. A few years later, in 1981 when I was doing some promotional work for Walkers Tours in Hong Kong, I heard someone screaming at me from a higher floor of a large mall, “Hey Chandi, look who’s here – Hotel Swanee Best Guests from April, 1979!” They ran down to meet and hug me. After that, they insisted that they host me to dinner at their hotel in Kowloon. In the following years when my wife and I lived in the UK on two different periods in mid 1980s and early 1990s, they regularly met us at our home in London to sample my Sri Lankan cooking. Some of these friendships with former guests of Hotel Swanee lasted for decades.
Management by Walking Around
Gradually the management, supervisory, employee teams of Hotel Swanee, tour leaders and long stay guests worked like one big family. The focus was on customer satisfaction while having a lot of fun. I hardly spent any time in my office. While overseeing a small hotel with just 52 rooms, it was important for the managers to be versatile. I wanted them to get fully involved in the operations, be good listeners and work alongside the employee teams. Nothing was more motivating to employees than to have a senior team who managed by walking and working with them, instead of spending most of their time isolated.
Not all of the Hotel Swanee departmental managers were aligned with that philosophy. As a result, there were a few resignations. I quickly filled those vacancies with compatible managers who had worked with me in other hotels as well as from other sister hotels of John Keells Group. Quickly I surrounded myself with a perfect team, who loved to work and play.
The management team had all their meals together at the restaurant towards the end of each guest meal service. We dressed differently to match the main activities of the time of day. In the mornings we worked hard in safari uniforms, rather than wearing a shirt and tie. On Oriental buffet nights we dressed in national dress. As we managed without an executive chef, on some days, I worked in the kitchen wearing a chef uniform. Some evenings, I dressed in a bow tie and shirt to serve in the restaurant. When we introduced new events such as pool and beach parties, we dressed appropriately in swimsuits or sarongs and tee shirts looking like fishermen. Guests and employees too dressed differently to suit different events.

Pool Parties
We had a blast at our first pool party. We incorporated many ideas from the guests, tour leaders and employees, who decorated the pool area colourfully. Using a suggestion from the hotel storekeeper, Dayananda De Silva, we included a tight rope walking over the swimming pool competition to the program. The ropes were tied to two coconut trees from either side of the pool. We then arranged a couple of toddy tappers from the village to train the guests who were keen to take part in this “fun” competition. The toddy tappers were experts in tight rope walking from one coconut tree to another at great heights in order to do their job efficiently.
The next morning after the first pool party, some guests did not allow the gardeners to remove these tight ropes. “Chandi, we would like to practice for a week to get ready for the next week’s pool party” they said. We happily allowed that. They even checked their timing during practice sessions with a stopwatch borrowed from the hotel. We displayed the all-time record for this “Crossing the pool without getting wet” competition by the pool bar.
Other popular pool party activities were Tug-o-war over the pool (where the losing team ended up in the water), public undressing to make the longest line of clothes on the pool deck (where some female guests were exceedingly adventurous!), holding your breath underwater competition, swimsuit dance completion, fire limbo competition and the hotel team vs. guest team water polo game. Some of the guests who suggested these competitions also organized the events with help from other guests who were their friends. The hotel provided the equipment and support. A bi-lingual tour leader was happy to be the Master of Ceremonies.
In planning the first pool party, we wondered what would be a good ice breaker to commence this after dinner party. The key for a successful pool party was how quickly most of the guests could be motivated to jump into the water. The organizing committee plotted a clever concept to choreograph the party opening ice breaker.

Everything was ready for a great party. The guests were seated around the pool, multi-coloured lights on, the band performing, cocktails and drinks being served. But no one in the swimming pool yet. The committee asked me to continue grilling food behind the barbecue buffet in another area of the hotel, to server the late comer guests. I was in my chef uniform, but knowing the plot, wore some easy to remove shoes. “See, we have done all these beautiful arrangements, but Chandi is not here because he is still working. Shall we grab and carry him to the pool and throw him in?” A tour leader had asked the guests seated around the pool. “Yes, let’s punish the hotel manager!” some guests had joined the mischief.
Near the barbecue grill I heard some noise behind the trees. The moment I tried to run and escape, a bunch of strong German men tackled and took me a prisoner. While they were ceremoniously carrying me and making loud noises, I tried to free myself without luck. Then they threw me into the pool in the midst of loud cheers from the other guests. The committee’s choreographed plan worked like clockwork. The whole group was pushed into the pool within seconds by a group of employees who were ready for their secret mission!
“See what you did! You threw me into the water and now all of you were also pushed in fully clothed!” I told more than a dozen guests who were in the water with me. “Now, why don’t you push your friends into the water?” I motivated them. Within a minute, most of the other guests were thrown into the water and our first pool party commenced with a lot of screaming and laughter! The party continued until the early hours of the morning and it was an outstanding success. It became one of the most popular events of our weekly guest activities calendar.
Beach Parties
Encouraged with the success of the weekly pool parties, our team looked at the possibility of organizing another weekly event in addition to various buffet dinner events such as the Barbecue night, Oriental night and Seafood night. “How about a weekly beach party?” I challenged the team. After a short silence, I was told that due to an on-going beach boy menace, none of the dozen hotels in the area had ever tried to have special events on the beach. “That’s good, Swanee can be the first and the best!” I tried to inspire the team. “Sir, another good reason is that the beach is a pubic area and does not belong to the hotel” the newly recruited Maintenance Supervisor, Mr. Kumbalathara cautioned me. He was a well-connected community leader from the area and was loyal to me for hiring him in spite of various people advising me not to do so. He was correct about the beach situation.
Next morning while walking on the beach, I met Solomon, the tough local businessman who treated the hotel area as his territory. After I bestowed him with the title of “hotel-authorized tourist driver” a week ago, he had become my loyal supporter and a protector of Hotel Swanee. “Solomon Mudalali, I would like to organize a large beach party as a weekly event, but my team advised me that it is not a good idea as the beach boys will trouble us” I told him. “Sir, I will look after everything on the beach for you. What is the area you need for your party and when do you want to have the first weekly beach party?” he asked assertively.
After I told Solomon that I would like to use the entire beach in front of Hotel Swanee every Wednesday evening, he acted immediately by rounding up all the beach boys available on the beach at that hour. Then he addressed them in a commanding voice and with directive words. “I now look after Mr. Chandana Jayawardena and Hotel Swanee. As the only hotel authorized tourist chauffeur, I am committed to protecting this hotel. From next week, the hotel will use this part of the beach for a beach party every Wednesday evening. I do not want any of you around during these weekly parties! Understood?” “Yes, Solomon Mudalali Maththaya (Sir), fully understood” all the beach boys agreed in unison. Those who were dressed in folded sarongs, unfolded the sarong up to their ankles as a mark of respect to their fearless leader.

Within a week, the Hotel Swanee team organized the first beach party of Beruwala Moragalle beach. We created a rustic atmosphere similar to a fishing village. The menu was simple – a seafood broth, grilled fish, bread rolls and an arrack cocktail served in half coconut shells. We provided lotus leaves instead of plates and newspaper sheets cut into eight as napkins. We arranged a full circle of fire torches right round the beach in front of the hotel and lit a huge bonfire in the middle. We used some fishing boat oil lanterns to provide additional light. We requested the guests to sit on the beach and provided no furniture. They simply loved that rustic ambiance.
At the start of the party, we arranged for some catamarans rented from the local fishermen to arrive on the beach from the sea. As done in a fishing village, we pulled the catamarans and the nets full of fresh fish ashore. The calypso band played a traditional Sri Lankan fisherman song – “Hoolly helley hillayia…” Instead of villagers we arranged for the keen tourists to do this work, alongside employees.
Then we arranged for a few of the female guests to collect the fish into cane baskets and bring them to the grills where I worked with a few cooks dressed like fishermen. Some guests even bought local dresses from the hotel shop, as they were keen to look like real village women. Husbands and boyfriends took many memorable photographs. When the fish were cooked, we asked the guests to line up with their lotus leaves. Solomon was around to ensure good security and none of the beach boys appeared that evening. They all feared and respected Solomon.
During the first beach party, I realized that this event had the potential of becoming a larger and highly profitable weekly event. A large number of guests from the neighbouring larger hotels were begging us to allow them to participate, but we did not have enough fish for them. Next week, we trebled the catering arrangement. We also used two hotel elephants to promote the event. We made two very large batik banners in English and German with the wording: “BEACH PARTY TONIGHT AT HOTEL SWANEE” and dressed the elephants with the banners. We arranged the mahouts to walk the elephants from the Galle Road to the hotel and then up and down the entire Moragalle beach, passing a dozen of neighbouring hotels.
In addition to the two mahouts, accompanying the elephants, I sent our newly recruited Front Office Manager, Tyron Quin dressed like a local fisherman with flyers about the event. Tyron was a receptionist who worked with me at Coral Gardens Hotel. Having seen his potential then, I offered him his first management position, at Hotel Swanee. He was a fun-loving person and blossomed to an excellent Front Office Manager. Tyron, a Sri Lankan Burgher looked just like a European tourist. When he was dressed like a local fisherman, he received a lot of attention and interest from hundreds of tourists from other hotels sunbathing on the beach. The tourists thought that Tyron was one of them in a funny local outfit. Tyron did an excellent job promoting the event and in addition to 104 guests at Hotel Swanee, we attracted over 400 guests from neighbouring hotels for our second beach party.
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How Black Civil Rights leaders strengthen democracy in the US
On being elected US President in 2008, Barack Obama famously stated: ‘Change has come to America’. Considering the questions continuing to grow out of the status of minority rights in particular in the US, this declaration by the former US President could come to be seen as somewhat premature by some. However, there could be no doubt that the election of Barack Obama to the US presidency proved that democracy in the US is to a considerable degree inclusive and accommodating.
If this were not so, Barack Obama, an Afro-American politician, would never have been elected President of the US. Obama was exceptionally capable, charismatic and eloquent but these qualities alone could not have paved the way for his victory. On careful reflection it could be said that the solid groundwork laid by indefatigable Black Civil Rights activists in the US of the likes of Martin Luther King (Jnr) and Jesse Jackson, who passed away just recently, went a great distance to enable Obama to come to power and that too for two terms. Obama is on record as owning to the profound influence these Civil Rights leaders had on his career.
The fact is that these Civil Rights activists and Obama himself spoke to the hearts and minds of most Americans and convinced them of the need for democratic inclusion in the US. They, in other words, made a convincing case for Black rights. Above all, their struggles were largely peaceful.
Their reasoning resonated well with the thinking sections of the US who saw them as subscribers to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, for instance, which made a lucid case for mankind’s equal dignity. That is, ‘all human beings are equal in dignity.’
It may be recalled that Martin Luther King (Jnr.) famously declared: ‘I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed….We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’
Jesse Jackson vied unsuccessfully to be a Democratic Party presidential candidate twice but his energetic campaigns helped to raise public awareness about the injustices and material hardships suffered by the black community in particular. Obama, we now know, worked hard at grass roots level in the run-up to his election. This experience proved invaluable in his efforts to sensitize the public to the harsh realities of the depressed sections of US society.
Cynics are bound to retort on reading the foregoing that all the good work done by the political personalities in question has come to nought in the US; currently administered by Republican hard line President Donald Trump. Needless to say, minority communities are now no longer welcome in the US and migrants are coming to be seen as virtual outcasts who need to be ‘shown the door’ . All this seems to be happening in so short a while since the Democrats were voted out of office at the last presidential election.
However, the last US presidential election was not free of controversy and the lesson is far too easily forgotten that democratic development is a process that needs to be persisted with. In a vital sense it is ‘a journey’ that encounters huge ups and downs. More so why it must be judiciously steered and in the absence of such foresighted managing the democratic process could very well run aground and this misfortune is overtaking the US to a notable extent.
The onus is on the Democratic Party and other sections supportive of democracy to halt the US’ steady slide into authoritarianism and white supremacist rule. They would need to demonstrate the foresight, dexterity and resourcefulness of the Black leaders in focus. In the absence of such dynamic political activism, the steady decline of the US as a major democracy cannot be prevented.
From the foregoing some important foreign policy issues crop-up for the global South in particular. The US’ prowess as the ‘world’s mightiest democracy’ could be called in question at present but none could doubt the flexibility of its governance system. The system’s inclusivity and accommodative nature remains and the possibility could not be ruled out of the system throwing up another leader of the stature of Barack Obama who could to a great extent rally the US public behind him in the direction of democratic development. In the event of the latter happening, the US could come to experience a democratic rejuvenation.
The latter possibilities need to be borne in mind by politicians of the South in particular. The latter have come to inherit a legacy of Non-alignment and this will stand them in good stead; particularly if their countries are bankrupt and helpless, as is Sri Lanka’s lot currently. They cannot afford to take sides rigorously in the foreign relations sphere but Non-alignment should not come to mean for them an unreserved alliance with the major powers of the South, such as China. Nor could they come under the dictates of Russia. For, both these major powers that have been deferentially treated by the South over the decades are essentially authoritarian in nature and a blind tie-up with them would not be in the best interests of the South, going forward.
However, while the South should not ruffle its ties with the big powers of the South it would need to ensure that its ties with the democracies of the West in particular remain intact in a flourishing condition. This is what Non-alignment, correctly understood, advises.
Accordingly, considering the US’ democratic resilience and its intrinsic strengths, the South would do well to be on cordial terms with the US as well. A Black presidency in the US has after all proved that the US is not predestined, so to speak, to be a country for only the jingoistic whites. It could genuinely be an all-inclusive, accommodative democracy and by virtue of these characteristics could be an inspiration for the South.
However, political leaders of the South would need to consider their development options very judiciously. The ‘neo-liberal’ ideology of the West need not necessarily be adopted but central planning and equity could be brought to the forefront of their talks with Western financial institutions. Dexterity in diplomacy would prove vital.
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Grown: Rich remnants from two countries
Whispers of Lanka
I was born in a hamlet on the western edge of a tiny teacup bay named Mirissa on the South Coast of Sri Lanka. My childhood was very happy and secure. I played with my cousins and friends on the dusty village roads. We had a few toys to play with, so we always improvised our own games. On rainy days, the village roads became small rivulets on which we sailed paper boats. We could walk from someone’s backyard to another, and there were no fences. We had the freedom to explore the surrounding hills, valleys, and streams.
I was good at school and often helped my classmates with their lessons. I passed the General Certificate of Education (Ordinary Level) at the village school and went to Colombo to study for the General Certificate of Education (Advanced Level). However, I did not like Colombo, and every weekend I hurried back to the village. I was not particularly interested in my studies and struggled in specific subjects. But my teachers knew that I was intelligent and encouraged me to study hard.
To my amazement, I passed the Advanced Level, entered the University of Kelaniya, completed an honours degree in Economics, taught for a few months at a central college, became a lecturer at the same university, and later joined the Department of Census and Statistics as a statistician. Then I went to the University of Wales in the UK to study for an MSc.
The interactions with other international students in my study group, along with very positive recommendations from my professors, helped me secure several jobs in the oil-rich Middle Eastern countries, where I earned salaries unimaginable in Sri Lankan terms. During this period, without much thought, I entered a life focused on material possessions, social status, and excessive consumerism.
Life changes
Unfortunately, this comfortable, enjoyable life changed drastically in the mid-1980s because of the political activities of certain groups. Radicalised youths, brainwashed and empowered by the dynamics of vibrant leftist politics, killed political opponents as well as ordinary people who were reluctant to follow their orders. Their violent methods frightened a large section of Sri Lanka’s middle class into reluctantly accepting country-wide closures of schools, factories, businesses, and government offices.
My father’s generation felt a deep obligation to honour the sacrifices they had made to give us everything we had. There was a belief that you made it in life through your education, and that if you had to work hard, you did. Although I had never seriously considered emigration before, our sons’ education was paramount, and we left Sri Lanka.
Although there were regulations on what could be brought in, migrating to Sydney in the 1980s offered a more relaxed airport experience, with simpler security, a strong presence of airline staff, and a more formal atmosphere. As we were relocating permanently, a few weeks before our departure, we had organised a container to transport sentimental belongings from our home. Our flight baggage was minimal, which puzzled the customs officer, but he laughed when he saw another bulky item on a separate trolley. It was a large box containing a bookshelf purchased in Singapore. Upon discovering that a new migrant family was arriving in Australia with a 32-volume Encyclopaedia Britannica set weighing approximately 250 kilograms, he became cheerful, relaxed his jaw, and said, G’day!
Settling in Sydney
We settled in Epping, Sydney, and enrolled our sons in Epping Boys’ High School. Within one week of our arrival from Sri Lanka, we both found jobs: my wife in her usual accounting position in the private sector, and I was taken on by the Civil Aviation Authority (CAA). While working at the CAA, I sat the Australian Graduate Admission Test. I secured a graduate position with the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS) in Canberra, ACT.
We bought a house in Florey, close to my office in Belconnen. The roads near the house were eerily quiet. Back in my hometown of Pelawatta, outside Colombo, my life had a distinct soundtrack. I woke up every morning to the radios blasting ‘pirith’ from the nearby houses; the music of the bread delivery van announcing its arrival, an old man was muttering wild curses to someone while setting up his thambili cart near the junction, free-ranging ‘pariah’ dogs were barking at every moving thing and shadows. Even the wildlife was noisy- black crows gathered on the branches of the mango tree in front of the house to perform a mournful dirge in the morning.
Our Australian neighbours gave us good advice and guidance, and we gradually settled in. If one of the complaints about Asians is that they “won’t join in or integrate to the same degree as Australians do,” this did not apply to us! We never attempted to become Aussies; that was impossible because we didn’t have tanned skin, hazel eyes, or blonde hair, but we did join in the Australian way of life. Having a beer with my next-door neighbour on the weekend and a biannual get-together with the residents of the lane became a routine. Walking or cycling ten kilometres around the Ginninderra Lake with a fit-fanatic of a neighbour was a weekly ritual that I rarely skipped.
Almost every year, early in the New Year, we went to the South Coast. My family and two of our best friends shared a rented house near the beach for a week. There’s not much to do except mix with lots of families with kids, dogs on the beach, lazy days in the sun with a barbecue and a couple of beers in the evening, watching golden sunsets. When you think about Australian summer holidays, that’s all you really need, and that’s all we had!
Caught between two cultures
We tried to hold on to our national tradition of warm hospitality by organising weekend meals with our friends. Enticed by the promise of my wife’s home-cooked feast, our Sri Lankan friends would congregate at our place. Each family would also bring a special dish of food to share. Our house would be crammed with my friends, their spouses and children, the sound of laughter and loud chatter – English mingled with Sinhala – and the aroma of spicy food.
We loved the togetherness, the feeling of never being alone, and the deep sense of belonging within the community. That doesn’t mean I had no regrets in my Australian lifestyle, no matter how trivial they may have seemed. I would have seen migration to another country only as a change of abode and employment, and I would rarely have expected it to bring about far greater changes to my psychological role and identity. In Sri Lanka, I have grown to maturity within a society with rigid demarcation lines between academic, professional, and other groups.
Furthermore, the transplantation from a patriarchal society where family bonds were essential to a culture where individual pursuit of happiness tended to undermine traditional values was a difficult one for me. While I struggled with my changing role, my sons quickly adopted the behaviour and aspirations of their Australian peers. A significant part of our sons’ challenges lay in their being the first generation of Sri Lankan-Australians.
The uniqueness of the responsibilities they discovered while growing up in Australia, and with their parents coming from another country, required them to play a linguistic mediator role, and we, as parents, had to play the cultural mediator role. They were more gregarious and adaptive than we were, and consequently, there was an instant, unrestrained immersion in cultural diversity and plurality.
Technology
They became articulate spokesmen for young Australians growing up in a world where information technology and transactions have become faster, more advanced, and much more widespread. My work in the ABS for nearly twenty years has followed cycles, from data collection, processing, quality assurance, and analysis to mapping, research, and publishing. As the work was mainly computer-based and required assessing and interrogating large datasets, I often had to depend heavily on in-house software developers and mainframe programmers. Over that time, I have worked in several areas of the ABS, making a valuable contribution and gaining a wide range of experience in national accounting.
I immensely valued the unbiased nature of my work, in which the ABS strived to inform its readers without the influence of public opinion or government decisions. It made me proud to work for an organisation that had a high regard for quality, accuracy, and confidentiality. I’m not exaggerating, but it is one of the world’s best statistical organisations! I rubbed shoulders with the greatest statistical minds. The value of this experience was that it enabled me to secure many assignments in Vanuatu, Fiji, East Timor, Saudi Arabia, and the Solomon Islands through the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund after I left the ABS.
Living in Australia
Studying and living in Australia gave my sons ample opportunities to realise that their success depended not on acquiring material wealth but on building human capital. They discovered that it was the sum total of their skills embodied within them: education, intelligence, creativity, work experience and even the ability to play basketball and cricket competitively. They knew it was what they would be left with if someone stripped away all of their assets. So they did their best to pursue their careers on that path and achieve their life goals. Of course, the healthy Australian economy mattered too. As an economist said, “A strong economy did not transform a valet parking attendant into a professor. Investment in human capital did that.”
Nostalgia
After living in Australia for several decades, do I miss Sri Lanka? Which country deserves my preference, the one where I was born or the one to which I migrated? There is no single answer; it depends on opportunities, prospects, lifestyle, and family. Factors such as the cost of living, healthcare, climate, and culture also play significant roles in shaping this preference. Tradition in a slow-motion place like Sri Lanka is an ethical code based on honouring those who do things the same way you do, and dishonour those who don’t. However, in Australia, one has the freedom to express oneself, to debate openly, to hold unconventional views, to be more immune to peer pressure, and not to have one’s every action scrutinised and discussed.
For many years, I have navigated the challenges of cultural differences, conflicting values, and the constant negotiation of where I truly ‘belong.’ Instead of yearning for a ‘dream home’ where I once lived, I have struggled, and to some extent succeeded, to find a home where I live now. This does not mean I have forgotten or discarded my roots. As one Sri Lankan-Australian senior executive remarked, “I have not restricted myself to the box I came in… I was not the ethnicity, skin colour, or lack thereof, of the typical Australian… but that has been irrelevant to my ability to contribute to the things which are important to me and to the country adopted by me.” Now, why do I live where I live – in that old house in Florey? I love the freshness of the air, away from the city smog, noisy traffic, and fumes. I enjoy walking in the evening along the tree-lined avenues and footpaths in my suburb, and occasionally I see a kangaroo hopping along the nature strip. I like the abundance of trees and birds singing at my back door. There are many species of birds in the area, but a common link with ours is the melodious warbling of resident magpies. My wife has been feeding them for several years, and we see the new fledglings every year. At first light and in the evening, they walk up to the back door and sing for their meal. The magpie is an Australian icon, and I think its singing is one of the most melodious sounds in the suburban areas and even more so in the bush.
by Siri Ipalawatte
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Big scene for models…
Modelling has turned out to be a big scene here and now there are lots of opportunities for girls and boys to excel as models.
Of course, one can’t step onto the ramp without proper training, and training should be in the hands of those who are aware of what modelling is all about.
Rukmal Senanayake is very much in the news these days and his Model With Ruki – Model Academy & Agency – is responsible for bringing into the limelight, not only upcoming models but also contestants participating in beauty pageants, especially internationally.
On the 29th of January, this year, it was a vibrant scene at the Temple Trees Auditorium, in Colombo, when Rukmal introduced the Grey Goose Road To Future Model Hunt.

Tharaka Gurukanda … in
the scene with Rukmal
This is the second Model Hunt to be held in Sri Lanka; the first was in 2023, at Nelum Pokuna, where over 150 models were able to showcase their skills at one of the largest fashion ramps in Sri Lanka.
The concept was created by Rukmal Senanayake and co-founded by Tharaka Gurukanda.
Future Model Hunt, is the only Southeast Asian fashion show for upcoming models, and designers, to work along and create a career for their future.
The Grey Goose Road To Future Model Hunt, which showcased two segments, brought into the limelight several models, including students of Ruki’s Model Academy & Agency and those who are established as models.
An enthusiastic audience was kept spellbound by the happenings on the ramp.

Doing it differently
Four candidates were also crowned, at this prestigious event, and they will represent Sri Lanka at the respective international pageants.
Those who missed the Grey Goose Road To Future Model Hunt, held last month, can look forward to another exciting Future Model Hunt event, scheduled for the month of May, 2026, where, I’m told, over 150 models will walk the ramp, along with several designers.
It will be held at a prime location in Colombo with an audience count, expected to be over 2000.
Model With Ruki offers training for ramp modelling and beauty pageants and other professional modelling areas.
Their courses cover: Ramp walk techniques, Posture and grooming, Pose and expression, Runway etiquette, and Photo shoots and portfolio building,
They prepare models for local and international fashion events, shoots, and competitions and even send models abroad for various promotional events.
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