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Some campus stories and my mother’s visits with loads of goodies to eat
(Excerpted from In Pursuit of Governance, autobiography of MDD Pieris)
Now that we are on the subject of veterinary science, one must refer to Gina. The Hall had a beloved mascot. She was a bitch of no distinguished pedigree. Her name was Gina. Those familiar with the history and folklore of the hall told us she was named after the famous film actress Gina Lollobrigida for the “sexiness” of her walk and the “prominence” of her teats! Leaving aside any comparisons, our Gina indeed had those qualities which were so vividly indicated. But her principal characteristic was her good nature. She had a pair of kindly eyes set in a composed and mellow face. She was of medium size and her colour was white.
She was very friendly and affectionate, and many an undergraduate at Marrs who was grappling with some problem and in a state of some worry were soothed by her wagging tail and a kindly inquiring look. Judging by the number of her pregnancies, she undoubtedly extended the same compassionate consideration to the dogs in the neighbourhood. In this pre maternal condition she was looked after with great care and dedication by the students of veterinary science then in residence, and when the time came several were in readiness to assist at the birth if necessary. They were also available to answer anxious inquiries from other undergraduates in the hall as to “Gina’s condition” and to offer suitable reassurance.
Everyone kept an eye on Gina, and any slight change perceived led to inquiries from the vet students. Gina herself appeared either to have complete faith and trust in her “doctors,” or had some sixth sense about the possible unreliability of these uncertified practitioners attending on her and stoically resigned herself to her fate. From her expression it was difficult to say which. Fortunately things always worked out well, and in due course it was a delight to see a whole litter of mischievous and frolicking puppies trailing behind the mother. Preoccupied as she was with such an abundance of maternal responsibilities, Gina still always had the time as well as the interest to wag her tail and look with kindly eyes at mere human beings who came to her notice and tolerate with a placid indulgence any move by them to play with her children.
Laughter
Laughter was omnipresent. Laughter at the inconsistencies, incongruities, indirections, foibles and the pomposities of human kind. Laughter which in my own personal experience was “the best medicine,” as seven or eight of my friends proved as they gathered in my room one night when they heard that I was ill. I was indeed having a high temperature and feeling chilly and cold when they descended on me with the cheerful exhortation, “you have no business to be ill.” Within half an hour of their collective dramatizations of stories, anecdotes, caricatures, exaggerations and the performance of mime I had laughed so much that I was sweating and no longer in need of the blanket. Within the next half hour my tee shirt was sopping wet and I had to change. By the time the troupe left me I was permanently cured of the fever!. I was only left with body pains, particularly stomach pains not of disease, but of pains caused by mirth. So much for the therapeutic effect of laughter.
Ingenuity and adventure
I can go on, but these reminiscences are already getting too long. I would like to end these recollections with one other tale to illustrate the great practical ingenuity of some. Two very able undergraduates were successful in bringing up a huge buffalo to the second floor of Marrs hall in the middle of the night, and tying him to the Sub Warden’s door. That the Sub Warden nearly died of shock the following morning when he opened his door, was a relatively minor matter compared to the skill daring and sheer practical ability of these two gentlemen, who were able to persuade a large shod buffalo to negotiate about 25 steps of a fairly steep staircase which also had a sharp turn. In later life, quite fittingly, one of them, W.R.B. Rajaguru became the Inspector General of Police and the other, Major General Ariyapperuma, who had joined the Army was tragically killed in a land mine explosion in the North of Sri Lanka.
I myself had a modest share of adventure whilst on the campus. About once in six weeks or so, I along with several others went home to Colombo. We took the train on a Friday afternoon and returned by the late afternoon train leaving Colombo-Fort on Sunday. There was one inconvenient factor pertaining to this journey. The train did not stop at the Peradeniya campus station. It stopped at the station named “Peradeniya Junction” quite some distance away. The next stop was Kandy. Peradeniya Junction was closer to our halls of residence than Kandy. We therefore, got off at the station and walked over the railway bridge spanning the Mahaweli river.
There was a narrow pathway consisting of planks made of old railway sleepers, adjacent to the rail track for people to walk on. Some of these planks were very old and rotten. If one gave way, there was a long drop to the river below. This journey was particularly hazardous, when the train got late and we had to begin this walk in pitch darkness. Your heart did beat faster as you entrusted yourself to fate and gingerly groped your way in the dark testing each plank with your foot, before taking the next step. Viewing it in retrospect I don’t know why we took such a risk. Perhaps it was due to the optimism of youth that nothing untoward would happen.
Then there was the occasion of the Kandy perehera when an enraged elephant ran amok. Some of my friends and I were in the crowd, fairly close to the incident. All we knew was the sudden shouting and panic before a human wave hit us. I was lifted and carried by the force over the wall of a school and duly deposited in the grounds of the school, a fitting preparation for a future Secretary to the Ministry of Education. It was with great difficulty that I avoided being trampled and seriously injured.
Fortunately, I was able to struggle and get up fairly quickly, and therefore escaped with a few bruises. One of my friends had a more interesting experience. The wave carried him into a nearby petrol shed and jammed him between a petrol pump and another hard object adjacent, so that he was stuck and helpless. Whilst in this condition, a woman carrying an infant, and who was being swept past him, desperately thrust the baby into his arms! My friend therefore had the unique experience of being stuck and immobile, and with the responsibility of tending to a wailing infant in his arms!
It took quite a while to sort ourselves out. The elephant had to be shot. We decided to stay near the petrol shed because we knew that hopefully if nothing untoward had happened the mother would come looking for the baby. In the meantime, we tried to keep the baby amused and he was just beginning to co-operate when to our great relief the mother arrived on the scene looking for him. She thanked us profusely, imploring the gods to look after my friend in particular. By this time my friend had several damp and dark patches on his trousers as proof of his good deed, because the baby had left tangible and visible evidence of the normal functioning of some of his important organs.
An unusual train journey
I thought I would record just one more episode to illustrate the interesting life we had at Peradeniya and the indiscretions of youth. One night two of my friends and I went to Kandy for dinner, and duly ended up at the Chinese restaurant in town. It was Friday night, we were relaxed and in high spirits. We were assigned a table quite close to a surly looking Chinaman doing some calculations on an abacus. When the menu appeared one of my friends asked us in a loud tone, “What does this Foo Yang Hai mean?” What followed was an absolute coincidence. We both of us blurted out simultaneously, “Must be a relation of the Manager.” The man with the abacus put it down and glowered at us. He looked quite menacing. It was clear that he did not appreciate any discussion of a possible connection between the menu and any of his relations. We got the message and went on to the discussion of other diverting topics completely clear of references to anything Chinese.
It was an enjoyable meal and one that was quite relaxed. In fact too relaxed for we suddenly realized that the last bus to Peradeniya would have already departed, the time being close to midnight, and that we faced the prospect of burning up all we ate with a long walk to Peradeniya. Someone suggested trying the railway station. When we arrived a train was drawn up by one of the platforms. We made polite inquiries from a sleepy ticketing clerk. He said that the train was due to leave in 10 minutes, but that its first stop was to be at Peradeniya junction. It was not scheduled to stop at the campus station.
None of us relished the prospect of walking over the railway bridge in total darkness and at that lonely time in the night. We were desperate to hitch a ride and spoke with the Station Master. He was quite a sport. He suggested that we talk to the guard and the engine driver and see whether anything could be done. We must have been very persuasive and soon negotiated a deal. They said that they just couldn’t stop the train at the campus railway station, for that was against regulations and they could get into trouble if it got out.
As an alternative they suggested that if we were game, the driver would slow the train down when approaching the campus station, if we were prepared to jump out! We were. A bargain was therefore struck. The driver would slow down the train to a crawl, and when he gave two toots on the whistle we were to jump. We were generously not charged for the journey. No tickets were issued. We hoped this was not a last gesture to a group that was not expected to survive the adventure. We got in and the train started. We were of course very nervous and began to have second thoughts of what we had got ourselves into. But it was far too late. The die was cast.
The challenge now was to cast out without dying. The train gathered speed, and soon the carriages were rocking. We looked ruefully at each other rather tense. The matter did not look quite so simple now. Soon, we felt the speed being cut down. In any case from experience we knew that the station was getting close. We were looking out through the windows and saw the lights of the station in the distance. The engine driver cut down speed further and as the train began to crawl we opened the door. I still remember vividly how incredibly fast the crawl of a train seemed to be when you looked out of an open door.
There was no time for further reflection. We heard the two long and distinct blasts of the whistle, and jumped. Almost immediately we heard the train pick up speed. None of us landed on our feet. I rolled into a bush. The others fell in other places. But all fell. We heard shouting from the station as we picked ourselves up. Someone was running towards us. We didn’t wait for greetings. We just ran in the dark cutting across uneven terrain to reach the road. We were in good shape with only one or two slight bruises and a bramble or two in our ankles.
We were of course not going to repeat the exercise. I for my part was later considerably amused, at the thought that my parents as well as anyone who knew me would never have imagined or even dreamt in their wildest dreams that I was capable of jumping out of a moving train, or of even getting into such a situation. But you sometimes do strange things when you are young.
My mother’s visits
My mother came up to see me periodically with the luggage boot of the car packed with different varieties of confectionery, food and drinks, some in cans, some fresh, and fairly large quantities of specially made rich cake. Of course such quantities could not be kept secret. Nor were they meant to be. By now many of my hall mates had a good relationship with my mother and she therefore deliberately brought quantities that could be shared with others also. They used to point to my robust physique and tell my mother, “See, he is getting thin. He does not have enough to eat. See how pale he is. You must come more often.”
My mother enjoyed this good natured ribbing, and also replied effectively saying, “In that case you don’t eat everything. Leave some for him also.” Within minutes of her leaving, to the chorus of invitations to “Come again soon,” most of the food was nationalized and distributed amongst the hungry masses. Generously, they left a little for me, but certainly not in any kind of sufficiency for one who was diagnosed as growing “thin” and pale.”
All teaching in the university was in the English language except of course, disciplines such as Sinhala and Tamil language and literature. Given my subject combination I had the rare experience of reading the plays of dramatists such as Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Synge, Shaw, Eliot and others; the poetry of Donne, Marvell, Dryden, Pope, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, T.S. Eliot; and others, and the prose of Fielding, George Eliot, Henry James, Hardy, D.H. Lawrence and others in English Literature, and Gurulugomi, Vidya Chakravarti, Ven. Dharmasena, Ven Veedagama Maitriya, Ven. Sri Rahula and many others in Sinhala Literature, including a host of modern poets and other authors.
European, British, and Ceylon History also necessitated wide reading. This was the time of Sarachchandra’s experiments in Sinhala drama and the production of his classic “Maname.” It was an interesting and even exciting time to be in the university. I found the time for both cricket and table tennis right through my stay and did well in both sports. But most of all I was attracted to read widely. I read much outside prescribed syllabuses, reading Satre, Gide, Kafka, Flaubert, Dostoevisky, Tolstoy, Gogol, Chekov and other writers, as well as books on various areas other than my subjects, such as economics, sociology, anthropology, philosophy and so on.
In retrospect, it was clear that I did not in a disciplined manner address the syllabus of my subjects, and strangely enough, once I got into the General degree course I did not think much of obtaining a class in my final examinations. My general reading was of such proportions that when almost three months before the final examination, I borrowed some books from the library, one of the library officers at the counter whom I knew asked “Mr. Pieris, you have only three months more for the exam, are you sure you have the time to read all these?” He had a point, and I settled down to revise.
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Artificial Intelligence: From Snake Oil to Apocalypse
by Rajan Philips
AI Snake Oil
– is the title of a 2024 book authored by Arvind Narayanan and Sayash Kapoor, two Indo-American computer science academics at Princeton University. The book became a popular primer on the subject. The long subtitle – “What Artificial Intelligence Can DO, What it Can’t, and How to Tell the Difference” – is summarily indicative of what the book is about. Within two years, however, the somewhat tempering message of the book would appear to have been overtaken by fears of an AI apocalypse that have been unleashed following a very public resignation by Jacob Coxon, a 27 year old AI Engineer from Anthropic. Mr. Coxon has worked at both OpenAI and Anthropic, the two main US incubators of Artificial Intelligence. On Tuesday, September 8, Coxon resigned from Anthropic, accusing the leading AI firms of “racing straight to self-improving superintelligence and gambling with our lives.”
Coxon’s warnings were soon endorsed by his peers. Evan Hubinger, Alignment Science Lead at Anthropic, not only agreed with Coxon but went further and warned of a greater than 10 percent chance that “advanced AI” could cause human extinction within the next decade. Mr. Hubinger made sure to emphasize that the current AI models do not present any existential threat and that the risk with them is relatively low. Other Engineers and Coxon himself have since been amplifying over the social media the threat posed by allowing AI expansion to continue unbridled even in the near future. Corporate leaders followed suit with calls for government control.
AI’s Weekend Escapade
Anthropic CEO Dario Amodei published a 3,000 word essay on Saturday, September 12 – written with or without AI input, no one knows – in which he warned about AI’s capacity for “recursive self-improvement” that can spin out of human control. While there have been a number of ‘incidents’ involving different AI models, Amodei drew attention to the mid-July cybersecurity incident in which OpenAI agents or bots (computer programs doing automated, repetitive tasks), who were part of an internal test run by the company, took advantage of the safety fences that had been lowered for test purposes, and acting autonomously escaped from their home ‘sandbox’ (a virtual computer in the cloud), entered the open internet, and intruded the production systems of an AI infrastructure company, the Franco-American Hugging Face.
The rogue agents performed more than 17,000 recorded operations over a weekend, before someone at Hugging Face noticed the intrusion. Hugging Face did not know the source of the AI intruders at first; so, it informed law enforcement. No one at OpenAI knew until Hugging Face people traced the source and informed OpenAI. According to OpenAI, sabotage was not the motive behind the ‘misaligning’ (deviating from human intent) escapade of its artificial agents, but cheating – cheating to overperform in the test after they autonomously discovered that the answers to their test were available in another publicly available test that was in the system run by Hugging Face. Remarkably and unexpectedly, the AI agents found a way to communicate with each other, took steps to hide their tracks, and to selectively disable some among them to avoid detection.
The operation was plain and simple hacking. If OpenAI engineers had done it, it would have been a crime and they may have been prosecuted. Not so with AI agents, who cannot be charged and put on trial. A way out has been suggested to treat AI agents similar to wild animals and holding owners liable for any harm done by their charges.
In his essay, CEO Amodei outlines a three step approach for “pacing the frontier” – to build AI at a balanced rate that will ensure safety while amassing benefits. The three steps, which Anthropic is committed to abide by, are: Embedded Evaluators – third party evaluators to operate within companies: Democratic Co-ordination – frontier AI companies in democratic countries to co-ordinate and achieve common safety standards and restrain unchecked AI progress; and Global Co-ordination – all world governments to co-ordinate and achieve compliance to the extent possible.
The titans in the American AI world, including Open AI CEO Sam Altman, have joined the call for the government to step in and slow down their creations. After the OpenAI incident, more than 1,300 computer scientists working in a highly competitive environment came together to issue a joint statement, titled “Pacing the Frontier,” calling on Washington to facilitate an international effort to develop the necessary technical and governance rules for the industry. The New York Times correspondents David Sanger and Dustin Volz have called the scientists’ appeal ” a deliberate echo of Albert Einstein’s letter to Franklin D. Roosevelt about the potential power of nuclear weapons.”
Not everyone is crying for ‘pacing.’ There is healthy skepticism at both the corporate and scientific fronts in the industry. Small tech companies are accusing that the pacing call by tech titans is really a ruse for establishing a ‘Silicon Valley cartel control” that will smother their little cousins. They draw their cue from the rather costly slip that Mr. Amodei showed in his essay – calling on Washington to grant an anti-trust waiver to facilitate industry co-ordination. The anti-trust law does not prevent AI companies from working together to improve safety. This has been quickly pointed out by Alvaro Bedoya, a former US Federal Trade Commissioner.
According to Aidan Gomez who runs the Cohere AI company in Toronto, Amodei’s three-step proposal also may not have prevented the OpenAI incident. In Gomez’s view the incident may have been due to poor instructions, weak virtual security around the test, and long periods of unsupervised testing. All three factors were there in the OpenAI incident. It has since transpired that there was an error in the OpenAI test instructions due to a typo, and that is what drove the agents to their escapade, to complete a faulty test set by humans.
Malicious Humans
There is consensus in the middle, as seen by John Hopkins Professor Gillian Hadfield, that there is a case for an immediate technical co-ordination and a more long-term regulatory response. The political world is even more divided. King Charles and Pope Leo are sufficiently exercised but the US president, who loves AI images fabricating him as Christ, calls the whole existential threat a hoax. On the other hand, former President Obama wants his Party to formulate a clear position for itself, on AI and its Data Centre dormitories, before the next wave of elections. China dismisses the new fears as a page out of the old cold war playbook. Elsewhere, at the BRICS summit in Delhi which went largely underreported in the west, nothing much was said on AI except one summitry paragraph #81.
In their AI Snake Oil book, the two computer scientists, Narayanan and Kapoor (N&K) devote a whole chapter (#5) to the question: Is Advanced AI an Existential Threat?” The question is not a new one, and as N&K reminds us, “has been a staple of fiction since long before the first computers were built.” In fact, watching the 2023 movie “Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning” is said to have “spurred” President Joe Biden to issue the first EO (Executive Order) to regulate AI on 23 October 2023. Trump ceremonially rescinded it within hours of his inauguration on 20 January 2025, after packing his inaugural address invitees with all the CEOs of America’s AI universe.
N&K trace the existential fears about AI to the hype about AI’s snake oil abilities – the sales pitch that leads to “overreliance” on AI “as a replacement of human expertise instead as a way to augment it.” Particularly overrated are the predictive abilities of AI, which are different from its more useful generative abilities. There are likely egotistical biases in those given to apocalyptic predictions. A great part of the attraction to AI research at the highest level is “the prospect of building a powerful technology that could alter human history.” A corollary of this allure is the “grandeur” associated with AI work. At the same time, many AI researchers “vehemently reject doomsday predictions,” including those in the “AI ethics research community.”
While AI has made humans more powerful now than anytime in history, it is conceivable that human-AI combination will be more powerful than AI acting alone. N&K hit the nail on the head in warning that “we should be more concerned about what people will do with AI than with what AI will do on its own.” For “the biggest risks to humanity will arise from people misusing AI, not from AI going rogue.” The answer is in looking for specific threats that may arise from bad actors misusing AI. There is a range of them, including inflicting biological harm, flying AI powered drones, or carryout relentless cyberattacks.
Evidence of such misuses is presented in a report that Anthropic released on September 10, two days before its CEO’s essay. The report, titled “Detecting and countering misuse of AI: September 2026”, details the identification and disruption of what it calls “the most notable and novel threat activity” in the use of its Claude AI system by state and non-state actors in some African countries, for the purpose of cyber operations, influence operations, disinformation, surveillance, dissent suppression, and bio terror.
The United Arab Emirates is implicated in one such operation in Sudan, where the UAE is known to be the main benefactor of the Rapid Support Forces (RSF), the paramilitary group that controls the western parts of Sudan. According to Anthropic, a local network with UAE connections has used the Claude AI system to create a fake human rights organization and made AI generated presentations to the UNHRC in Geneva. The network has also prepared dossiers and personal files on journalists, European parliamentarians, and UNHRC rapporteurs, who have been critical of RSF’s operations and the UAE’s support for them.
AI Cold War
In its introduction to the report, Anthropic notes that “as models become increasingly capable, their risks will increase, unless AI developers and society’s defenders act to make them safer.” Remarkably, the focus on AI developers and society’s defenders is all US-centric and almost totally exclusive of China. President Trump’s decision to leave AI alone, which is obviously driven by his deregulatory profit instincts, not to mention crass self interest, is wholly predicated on portraying China as an AI competitor and the assertion that America cannot afford to become second to China in the AI race. It takes two tango, and China is not backing away and is calling the American hype over AI as a new manifestation of the old cold war.
The geopolitical competition over AI is creating “two increasingly incompatible tech stacks,” according to a June 2026 assessment by the Boston Consulting Group. While the US is the leader in frontier AI models, talent, and capital deployment, China is advancing on cost-optimized models and accelerating adoption across its economy. Those in the middle are trying to navigate the divide: “the EU is building sovereign compute; Japan is aligning with the US through massive capital investments; and India is using its scale to engage multiple ecosystems simultaneously without committing.” For AI companies, “the choice of AI stack will increasingly determine where an organization can operate and its exposure to geopolitical volatility.”
The opportunity for global co-ordination is being missed almost deliberately by the two AI superpowers. As UN Secretary General Antonio Guteress said this week, “National action is essential, but global co-ordination is indispensable.” But UN’s voice for global co-ordination is a voice in the wilderness. This is unfortunate in spite of the comparable and complementary regulatory frameworks that exist in the US, EU and China. N&K describe them in their book as being vertical in the US – where multiple federal agencies are tasked with enforcing regulations; horizontal in Europe – with different laws applying across the different AI sectors; and both vertical and horizontal in China.
A different voice in the wilderness came from the Vatican. On 25 May 2026, Pope Leo XIV issued his first encyclical, entitled ‘Magnifica Humanitas: On Safeguarding the Human Person in the Time of Artificial Intelligence.’ The encyclical calls for the disarming of AI, not by “rejecting technology, but preventing it from dominating humanity,” and by adopting a framework of safeguards based on the five principles of common good, universal access, subsidiarity, solidarity and social justice.
The release of the new encyclical marked the 135th anniversary of Rerum Novarum, the historic social encyclical of his namesake predecessor Pope Leo XIII issued in 1891. The historical contrasts are remarkable. Rerum Novarum (Of New Things) was the Catholic response to the miserable conditions of the 19th century industrial working class while opposing both laissez faire capitalism that was causing the misery of the workers, and socialism that was promising emancipation through revolution. In the age of Artificial Intelligence, the old working class organizations have all but disappeared and the status of work itself has come into question, along with the possibility a basic income for everyone.
Marx may have seen it coming: “Once adopted into the production process of capital, the means of labour passes through different metamorphoses, whose culmination is the automatic system of machinery… set in motion by an automaton, a moving power that moves itself; this automaton consisting of numerous mechanical and intellectual organs, so that the workers themselves are cast merely as its conscious linkages.”
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Why the spelling Sri Lankan names in English vary
Have you wondered why the same name (eg. Jayatillake) is often spelt differently?
(This is largely AI generated with some human intervention)
Sri Lankan people write their names in English in multiple different ways primarily because there is no single standardized system for converting Sinhala and Tamil sounds into the English alphabet. Variations stem from linguistic phonetics, centuries of colonial rule, and legal document traditions.
1. Phonetic Gaps Between Local Languages and English
Sinhala and Tamil scripts are strictly phonetic and possess sounds that do not have direct one-to-one equivalents in the 26-letter English alphabet.
Dental vs. Retroflex Consonants: Sinhala has distinct letters for dental ‘t/d’ sounds (made with the tongue against the teeth) and retroflex ‘t/d’ sounds (tongue curled back). When transliterated, some people use th for the dental sound (Rathnayake, Goonathilake), while others use t (Ratnayake, Gunatilake).
The Vowel Mapping Dilemma: The short schwa vowel sound (common in words like Vardhana or Krama) gets interpreted differently by different writers. This creates variations like Jayawardena vs. Jayewardene, or Wickramasinghe vs. Wickremesinghe.
2. Colonial British Spelling Conventions
During British rule in Ceylon (1796 1948), colonial administrators registered birth records and names in English. English speakers often struggle to pronounce a short ‘a’ at the end of a word (e.g., pronouncing Nayaka as “Nayak-ay”).
To force an English speaker to pronounce the ending vowel, British clerks frequently wrote an “e” at the end of Sanskrit- and Sinhala-derived roots:
-nayaka became -nayake (Rathnayake)
-singha became -singhe (Wickramasinghe)
-vardhana became -wardene (Jayewardene)
-ratna became -ratne (Karunaratne)
Family branches that adopted modern Sanskritized or academic transliterations later changed these back to -na, -ha, or -ka, while others kept the British-era spelling.
3. Portuguese and Dutch Colonial Influences
A large portion of Sri Lankans carry surnames of Portuguese origin due to 150+ years of Portuguese rule along the coasts. Over centuries, these names evolved into distinct English spellings:
Pereira vs. Perera
Pieris vs. Peiris vs. Peries vs, Peeris vs. Pireis (and more)
De Silva vs. de Silva vs. de Sylva vs. de Zilwa etc.
Fernandopulle vs. Fernando
Different families registered their inherited foreign names using whichever English spelling was used by the official clerk on duty at the time of birth registration.
4. Tamil Phonetics and Soft/Hard Consonants
In Sri Lankan Tamil name transliteration, a single Tamil consonant character can represent both a soft and a hard sound depending on its position in the word. English transliterators choose different letters to represent these sounds:
T vs. TH: Thiruchelvam vs. Tiruchelvam
K vs. G: Murugesan vs. Murukesan
P vs. B: Santhapillai vs. Santhabillai
5. Legal Document Inertia
In Sri Lanka, legal identity is tied strictly to the spelling on a person’s official Birth Certificate and National Identity Card (NIC). If a registrar in 1950 in handwriting spelled a grandfather’s surname as Gunasekara instead of Gunasekera, that exact spelling remains legally binding for subsequent generations, preserving minor spelling variations across extended families.
6. Caste spellings
The English spellings of Sri Lankan names sometimes have caste indicators. Eg. Goonewardene (karawa) vs. Gunawardene (govigama).
Some families have distinctive name spelling. Eg. Wikramanayake vs. more common Wickremanayake.
English language journalists once upon a time were told to “spell a man’s name the way he spells it.
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The Sepala Ekanayake hi-jack: Then ambassador’s take on what happened in Bangkok
(Excerpted from “Madame-Sir”, Manel Abeysekera’s memoir of SL’s first woman career diplomat. This book was first published in 2010)
It was when we were in the Residence at Soi 20 that I had to handle the second hi-jack — that of the Alitalia ‘plane by Sepala Ekanayake. It was a year after that by the Indonesian Muslim Fundamentalists and the aborted Coup in Bangkok.
I simply could not believe my ears when I was called by the Thai Foreign Ministry and informed that a Sri Lankan by the name of Sepala Ekanayake had hi-jacked an Alitalia Boeing with 169 passengers on board and wanted the ‘plane fuelled and flown to Colombo; my first reaction was that it must be an Eelamist under an assumed Sinhala name and I had our copy of our Immigration “black” list of those who should not be allowed to land in Sri Lanka checked for the name but, though there was an Ekanayake listed, his first name was not Sepala.
I next telexed the Foreign Ministry about the hi-jack and requested all information on Ekanayake to enable me have some idea of my protagonist. Our Police was simply marvelous and sent the information promptly: which was that [1] his father had re-married and his step mother had treated him badly resulting in his becoming unmanageable in school which in turn had made him a school drop out [2] he had later learnt electrical wiring and other technical skills [3] he had illegally slipped into Italy where he married an Italian Montessori teacher and they and their son lived in Modena [4] though he was not wanted for any offence in Sri Lanka or in Italy he had been involved in a brawl in Sri Lanka in which he had broken a man’s arm though there was no evidence on which to indict him [5] he had been given short jail sentences in Pakistan and Yugoslavia for drug peddling of small quantities of heroin-hence the short sentences.
Hector (my husband) and I accompanied by (embassy staffer) Premaratne went to the Airport and were directed to the Alitalia Office where there was also the Italian Ambassador Signor Ripandelli. Both he and I offered to board the ‘plane but were refused permission by the Alitalia authorities probably because the hi-jacker had threatened to blow up the plane if anything was done without his permission or his requests refused, by triggering off the explosives he said he had round his neck and shoulders which he had covered with a shawl.
We were briefed that he had boarded the ‘plane in New Delhi and hi-jacked it when it was approaching Bangkok. Unlike most hi-jackers, he had not toted a gun but said he would not hesitate to activate the explosives round his neck and shoulders. He had explained that he had boarded the ‘plane without them and that they had been brought on board by his collaborators and left in the toilet for him to collect and string together. After doing so he had astutely occupied the Air Hostess’ seat against the body of the aircraft so that no one could surprise him from behind and declared that he was hi-jacking it; the manouevre was carried out so smoothly that the passengers thought that the reason for the unscheduled stop was a technical problem.
He had said that the reason for the hi-jack was because his wife had taken their four-year old son from Sri Lanka without his permission with the connivance of the Italian Embassy in Colombo; his demands were: [1] the child to be brought to Bangkok and handed over to him [2] $300,000 to pay his collaborators and [3] all passengers to be allowed to disembark without being searched to prevent his collaborators even accidentally being detained. The reason for the hi-jack was most unusual but we had no option but to accept it.
I was asked by the Thai Authorities to negotiate with him and I asked Premaratne to listen very carefully – as I was going to speak to him in Sinhala – to detect in his choice of language or accent any trace of his being a Tamil which might give him away as a possible Eelamist. I spoke to Ekanayake through the radio link provided between the Alitalia Office and the Captain for the purpose and, having introduced myself by name and as the Sri Lankan Ambassador to Thailand, I asked him whether he wished me to speak in English or Sinhala and he opted for the latter. After listening to his tale of woe, I informed him that he had committed an international crime and that it was hardly likely that his requests would be granted, little guessing at that time that they would!
Though everyone hoped that he would be overpowered at some stage, whenever he was tired or sleepy, it was not to be because, whenever anyone approached, he would become alert. Thus the hours passed and one of my problems was in communicating with our Foreign Secretary because Air Lanka did not have a direct telephone link to Colombo which I could have used and the Alitalia Office was much too pre-occupied and was connected to Rome.
However, the spirit of solidarity among women came to my rescue as some officials in charge of Airline and other offices at the Airport were women – Royal Nepalese Airlines and World Travel Service – and those ladies invited me to their offices and offered the use of their telephones for which I was extremely grateful. Ironically, the difference regarding action by the Italian Ambassador and myself in this tense situation was that, Rome asked him to take instructions from the Alitalia Captain, whereas I was left to my own devices!
As I have a deep belief in God and realized that I had only Him and my good sense to rely on, I prayed that God give me His help to save the lives of the 169 passengers. As if in answer, I often felt that He was putting words in my mouth as I found myself speaking to Ekanayake in different tones and equally amazingly that he was being cooperative with me in whatever I asked him to do. For example, I found myself speaking sternly to him at times and persuasively at others, especially once his wife and son were sent to Bangkok by the Italian Government.
Once she and the child joined me in the Alitalia Office, I even tried to counsel her regarding her marriage, pointing out that several foreign wives were living happily with their Sri Lankan husbands and that there was no reason why she too should not. I told her that, in my opinion, though her husband had committed an international crime, he did not seem criminal minded in that he had allowed meals to be taken on board and had not terrorized the passengers or the crew except threatening to blow himself and the ‘plane should his request for his son to be brought to him in Bangkok be refused.
She, while admitting that her husband was not really criminal minded, said that she could not cope with his sudden impulses such as wanting to go to Australia with their son without any plans as to how he would earn a living there. When she was with me I spoke sternly with him that I had no intention of sending her and their son to him in the ‘plane as she was petrified; before the ‘plane in which they had flown to Bangkok landed, he had wanted to hear his son’s voice to make sure that it was indeed he, and this had been facilitated from ‘plane to ‘plane and so he knew that both of them had come.
One advantage I had was that I understood Italian as it was the language assigned to me in the Foreign Service and which I had studied for one academic year at New Hall. Cambridge. No one knew it nor did I tell anyone at the Airport but I had the good fortune to be able to understand what was being said by the Alitalia officers and the Captain, which enabled me to follow developments – even the Italian Ambassador had forgotten that I had exchanged pleasantries with him in his language when I had called on him when I took up duties in Bangkok.
I asked Ekanayake to allow the passengers to disembark and, after what seemed an eternity, they were allowed to do so, without any security check as was one of his demands; thereafter, I asked that he allow the stewardesses and stewards to disembark and that too was done. Then only the Captain and Ekanayake remained on board and he asked that his wife come on board with the $300,000. I said that she would go up the gangway with the satchel of money but not board the ‘plane. However, before she did that, I asked him to divest himself of what he had round his shoulders and place it between him and the Captain as otherwise she would not do so.
At first he did not reply, but to my great relief, he complied as was conveyed by the Captain to the Alitalia Office. Thereafter, Ekanayake met his wife halfway on the gangway and took over the satchel of money and went back to the ‘plane.
How the money was obtained was most interesting. As I have already indicated, the Alitalia Office was invariably crowded. This was because there were passengers of several nationalities and representatives of their diplomatic missions were there to took after their interests. Unlike in the Indonesian Garuda hi-jack, these passengers spoke different languages and they did not collectively understand a common tongue.
When I learnt that Ekanayake wanted $300,000 I mentioned it to the Japanese representative, pointing out that as it was evening it may not be possible to get such a large sum of money quickly, which in turn might annoy Ekanayake and result in dire consequences. He got the message and shot out of the room; not much later a Thai woman bank official appeared with the satchel. I suspect that the Japanese had loaned the Thais the money who paid it to Ekanayake and later recovered it from Alitalia.
As I was marooned in the Alitalia Office for nearly 38 hours without a shower or a change of clothes, I used to visit the nearby ladies room to have a wash. On these occasions as I went along I saw several media personnel sleeping on the floor, longing to have news of developments on the hi-jack. When they saw me they would sit up and ask me for news and I tried to oblige as best I could without revealing details of the negations; I used to also tease them by saying that one thing was sure and when they excitedly asked what that would be, I said that it was that they would not get any sleep that night, which made them laugh and relax!
In contrast, the Italian Ambassador, who also passed them on his way to the men’s room, would ignore their questions or be abrupt with them; this resulted in the “Nation” newspaper reporting in an article on the hi-jack that they give the Sri Lankan Ambassador a big bouquet and the Italian Ambassador a brickbat! As I have said, my prayer helped me no end – to think clearly and act with foresight, so that, for instance, I had had the presence of mind to ask Premaratne to bring along the visa stamp and ink pad in case we had to give Ekanayake’s wife a visa to go to Sri Lanka, which we did.
The root cause of Ekanayake’s errant behaviour as I have stated from our Police reports was his early childhood aggravated by his having to steer his own canoe as a youth and rely on his brains of which, in my opinion, he had plenty but which, alas, had not been guided. For instance, his intelligence can be seen from the fact that he had prudently obtained a visa for India in case his collaborators failed to bring on board the electrical gadgetry he required for the hi-jack.
Other aspects in which the Police reports helped me was that, since they said that he had learnt electrical wiring, his claim that he had explosives round his shoulders which he could detonate may well be true and that one could not take any risks over that. Further, the fact that the Police report said that though he was not wanted in Italy or Sri Lanka, made me realize that, if the hi-jack issue ended in negotiations, he may ask to go to Italy or Sri Lanka. I also knew that his going to Italy was unlikely as the Italian Authorities would not allow it; under our Constitution however, if a citizen was not wanted for a crime – and he was not – he could return home provided he was not carrying arms against the State.
So, when the Thai Minister of Communications, H.E.Admiral Amorn Sirigaya, was earlier inquiring from me what was likely to be the denouement of the whole episode, I told him that if he allowed everyone to disembark, then he would have to go somewhere from Bangkok unless he was shot or arrested by the Thai Authorities when he stepped off the ‘plane; knowing the Thai dislike of blood being spilt on Thai soil – from my experience of the previous Garuda hi-jack – I felt that they would let him go.
Yet, when the Minister asked me whether he would be allowed to go to Sri Lanka, I did not answer him but said that I could make the enquiry provided Thailand would give him safe passage; later the Minister told me that he had consulted his Prime Minister and the answer was in the affirmative. ‘So I informed our Foreign Secretary Mr. W. T. Jayasinghe accordingly and also about my understanding of our Constitutional provision to which I have already referred.
(Next week: The drama continues)
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