Opinion
T Malli – He heard his last whistle
I first met T Malli in the basketball court of St Sebastian’s College. I was the coach yet did not know how to tell him politely that he had no business playing basketball, being height challenged as he was. But then, he was T Malli, a determined man who bucked the odds all his life, won some, lost some but had the courage to get on with his life, undaunted.
He was mostly a bencher in the team, hardly getting on to the tarmac. But he was always there, the perfect teammate, to cheer, to give water and occasionally play too as a worrisome guard. The team won the All-Island Schools Basketball Championship and T Malli stood on the victory platform. They were then chosen to play in a tournament in India and T Malli went abroad to play basketball. That was some feat for a “short-man class” basketball player. But it was T Malli alias Theresius Silva aka Terry Silva whose odyssey was to battle the odds to achieve what he wanted in life.
His parents were expecting a girl when T Malli was conceived, and they picked the name Therese for the ‘to be born.’ Well, the one that popped out was a boy. The parents modified Therese and converted it to Theresius, like some Roman gladiator. It was Theresius who was known as Terry and finally became the lovable T Malli who was my life-long friend.
He, like most of us, loitered rudderless in life and finally went to work in a factory producing pharmaceuticals. That was the time he started playing club basketball at the Moratuwa YMCA. I was still his coach and I humbly say I am more qualified to talk about T Malli’s basketball than anyone else. I trained him and played with him for more than 50 years.
He was my totally reliable ‘firecracker’ guard who tormented the best of playmakers that came against us. Despite his stature, he had excellent footwork and when crouched he was almost at ground level and from there T Malli moved like a jackrabbit, diving and stealing the ball from the best of dribblers. He was undoubtedly the best ‘super stopper’ I had against the top cagers in Sri Lanka in the seventies.
In the attack, T Malli played the wing and had a clean jump-shot and a greased-lightening lay-up. He was excellent at fast breaks. More than anything else his greatest value was, he did exactly what he was told to do. T Malli at his best was a most valuable player in his own rights to any coach. The sincerest testimony to his excellence on the court was expressed by one Mrs Cooray, whose five children were all national level basketball players. She used to categorically state that she likes to come for matches only when T Malli was playing. T Malli certainly provided optimum entertainment for any basketball spectator.
The Moratuwa YMCA won multiple championships at club level and T Malli played in the first five – a far cry from his school day basketball where he mainly sat on the bench and cheered and gave water and received a ‘gnanakatha’ as a reward.
Then came the wedding bells, when T Malli found the love of his life, the wonderful Audrey, who would walk to the end of the world with him. Their’s was a hard road but they managed with faith and courage to trim their needs and get on with life. Next came the two children, Trionne and Romaine, chips of the old block, who to the day I write have been excellent children taking care of T Malli and Audrey supplying all their needs sparing none.
It was the 70s and T Malli went to Bahrain to earn a little more, that being a norm for most Sri Lankans, becoming Dick Whittingtons in the Middle East. I used to meet him when I flew to Bahrain. T Malli at that time was doing three jobs on any given day. He was thin as a desert sparrow and was strained to the limit. Bahrain was hot and humid and three jobs a day was taking the toll on even someone as tough as T Malli. But he carried on, the prototype ‘cork general’ the kind that could never be sunk. They would always pop up and float defying the worst circumstances.
T Malli slaved and sent his sweat-minted Dinars to Audrey who wisely used them to educate their son and daughter. The pure determination of the parents and their frugal living to support the children paid rich dividends. Trionne and Romaine did extremely well obtaining professional qualifications and settled abroad in Melbourne and Dubai with their own families. T Malli and Audrey became migratory birds flying between Dubai and Melbourne regularly. Life was kind to them, the children made sure the parents had everything they needed. That sure was a pure blessing from up above.
Once his children were educated and were moving fast in the corporate ladder, T Malli resettled in Sri Lanka. He was a Jack of All Trades and a master of some. He exported fertilizer and won a national award. He became a landscape expert and a horticulturist. T Malli did so many things to take care of his and Audrey’s needs, enough to keep his home fires burning always striving not to be a burden to his children.
We needed someone in CandleAid to supervise the construction of a 28 house village near Sigiriya. Off went T Malli to work as a volunteer and get the job done. No, he wasn’t paid for it, he just did it to help the poor. He never forgot his own hard times and how he survived on sambol and bread.
T Malli continued to play basketball at St Sebastian’s College. He could still run and hit a jump shot from the deep wing. Of course, the fire had simmered, yet the fighting heart was all intact even though the fancy footwork had faded a long time ago. He was still good. The fellow players called him Terry Uncle and I was the oldest and had the privilege to refer to him as T Malli and he became T Malli Aiya to my two children. In the year 2023, the two of us were the only ones left on the court from the old brigade, the last two Mohicans who still played. He was around 70 and I was much more. The final game we played was about a month ago and he told me he was leaving for Dubai in a few days.
T Malli died the same way he always lived, without much ado. I do not think he ever stayed a single day in a hospital. He was playing with his grandchildren in his daughter’s home in Dubai. He just collapsed and took one last look at his ‘soul mate’ Audrey and breathed his last. I am sure I can categorically say ‘he was called to Jesus’.
T Malli was simply a good man who deserved the best.
Yes, we heard of his sudden demise, and we cried. He did not just go, he made us all cry, that was T Malli who was loved by all who came to know him. He was a wonderful man, an all-round lovely man. Whichever way you looked at him he was in a class of his own. What he left behind was a legacy of love and simple living. Never spoke ill of anyone, never did anything to hurt anyone, just lived his day from sunrise to sunset being everyone’s friend.
It is only at the ‘going down of the sun’ that we would know how beautiful the day has been. The sun has set finally for our dearest friend T Malli and his day has been gloriously beautiful. The toll of the knell is over for Theresius Silva. Let us not ask for whom the bell will toll next. As sad as it may sound, it sure would toll for you and for me.
Capt Elmo
elmojay1@gmail.com
Opinion
‘Outpost of Empire’
Review
by Colleen Figg, Editor
and Reviewer – Amazon, New Voices Publishing
“Fernando echoes Macbeth with the line, “There is judgment here.” It captures the question running through the novel: can anyone participate in corruption and remain untouched by it? Beneath this satire is a dark story about power and the danger of believing, that someone else will always pay the price.”
Shavindra Fernando’s Outpost of Empire is a political novel set in the fictional country of Lackadasia. At its heart is a strong idea: an exploration of world politics, terrorism and the ways in which powerful countries manipulate smaller ones. Fernando is clearly writing about political issues that matter deeply to him.
The names immediately establish the book’s satirical character. Lackadasia, Burgherbugaria and the various Klowns suggest a world in which the people and places are exaggerated, but the issues beneath the exaggeration are recognisable. The playful language allows Fernando to approach terrorism, religious conflict and political corruption from an unusual angle.
Henry Stockwell is a central character: an ambassador who arrives in Lackadasia presenting himself as a friend of the country. He believes he understands how power works and treats the country, its politicians and its people as pawns on his personal chessboard. In his arrogance, he never doubts that he controls events rather than being controlled by them. This confidence makes him a compelling figure and in him, we explore the workings of political influence and the potential traps contained therein.
As the story develops, Fernando reveals a political world where causes are adopted when they are useful, people are exploited and discarded, and the truth becomes whatever those in power need it to be. Ordinary people suffer the consequences of decisions made far beyond their reach or knowledge, while those making those decisions continue to justify their actions. Even the people who help keep this world running may not be as important or as safe as they imagine.
Stockwell brings this idea into focus. He recognises corruption in others and willingly takes part in it himself, yet he cannot see that he might also suffer its consequences. Ultimately, he thinks his position will keep him safe. He is intelligent enough to understand the game, but not insightful enough to grasp the limits of his place within it. This blindness gives the novel a strong sense of irony.
The satirical approach gives Fernando room to criticise political hypocrisy without turning the novel into a direct political argument. By using fictional countries and exaggerated names, he creates some distance from specific governments and events while still making the larger targets of the book clear. The humour does not take away from the seriousness of the subject; instead, it makes the cruelty and self-interest beneath the political performance stand out more sharply.
Near the end, Fernando echoes Macbeth with the line, “There is judgment here.” It captures the question running through the novel: can anyone participate in corruption and remain untouched by it? Beneath this satire is a dark story about power and the danger of believing that someone else will always pay the price.
I came away feeling that Outpost of Empire is a valuable and thought-provoking book, particularly in today’s political and social climate. It has a distinctive voice, and the questions it raises about power, responsibility and foreign interference remain relevant far beyond the fictional borders of Lackadasia.
About the Author
Shavindra Fernando has worked as a reporter. He read English & Classics at the University of Peradeniya in Sri Lanka, and took International Relations & Ethnic Politics as a Reuter Fellow at the University of Oxford in England. The Vague Poetess (1999)was his first novel.
Opinion
Speaker’s dilemma
The Opposition, in its wisdom (or perhaps stupidity), has submitted yet another No-Confidence Motion (NCM) against the Speaker of Parliament. Perhaps it hopes to score some brownie points in the eyes of the public, which is hardly indifferent to such developments. Yet, knowing full well that the motion is unlikely to succeed, the exercise may well prove futile — akin to banging one’s head against a solid rock.
Nevertheless, the nearly fifty allegations levelled against the Speaker, whether justified or mere mudslinging, cannot simply be brushed aside. Such allegations may well have a bearing on the individual concerned, particularly where it matters most — his conscience — and few would dispute that possibility.
From a protocol standpoint, the Speaker occupies one of the highest positions in the country, ranking third in the hierarchy of state. He consequently belongs to the uppermost echelons of public life, with acquaintances and associates extending across a wide spectrum of society, including diplomats and other distinguished personalities. Such a position carries with it not merely prestige and privilege, but also an onerous responsibility to uphold the dignity and integrity of the office.
As the guardian of Parliament, the Speaker is expected to maintain standards of conduct, impartiality and discipline that are beyond reproach.
Whether the allegations are justifiable or not may be of little consequence to members of the ruling party, who will undoubtedly defend their colleague to the hilt. Nevertheless, the stigma arising from such allegations may prove difficult to erase, particularly in the eyes of his family, close associates and, ultimately, the voters who placed their trust in him. Of course, it is common knowledge that politics can be a dirty game and that, as Lord Acton famously observed, “power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
Yet, nothing could be more devastating than a person losing his own soul in the process. On the one hand, stepping down could be construed as an admission of responsibility for the allegations levelled against him. On the other, allowing the No-Confidence Motion (NCM) to proceed could expose him to further public scrutiny and potentially inflict lasting damage on his character, dignity and reputation. Thus, he finds himself caught between two unenviable choices, each carrying consequences that may extend far beyond the immediate political fallout.
The Speaker is therefore confronted with a classic Hobson’s choice, with neither option likely to be without consequences. After all, in politics, there are no permanent friends or enemies—only permanent interests.
WILLIAM
Opinion
How long can Sri Lanka remain silent on its demographic crisis?
I write this with a sense of profound disappointment, rather than as a critic of the government or any individual public official. For several months, I have been drawing public attention to what I consider one of the most serious long-term challenges facing Sri Lanka—the country’s rapidly changing demographic structure, declining fertility, population ageing and the consequent contraction of the working-age population.
I have written several articles on this subject, believing that informed public discussion could encourage policymakers, academics and relevant institutions to examine the issue before its consequences become irreversible. I went a further step by addressing a detailed letter to the President on 28 August 2026, seeking consideration of a National Demographic Action Plan.
That letter was not merely an expression of concern. It contained practical proposals: long-term demographic projections, assessment of the consequences for labour supply and productivity, examination of declining fertility and delayed family formation, reassessment of education and employment policies, consideration of migration, and the establishment of continuous demographic monitoring.
I deliberately addressed the matter to the highest level because demographic change is not the responsibility of one ministry. It cuts across Finance and Planning, Education, Labour, Health, Higher Education, migration, social protection and national human-resource planning.
Yet, after sending that registered letter, I have not even received an acknowledgement.
This is what troubles me most. I fully appreciate that government has numerous urgent problems to address. Economic recovery, disaster management, employment, education and many other immediate concerns understandably demand attention. But demographic change is different. It operates slowly, almost silently, while steadily narrowing the choices available to future governments.
By the time the shortage of workers, accelerated ageing, increased dependency and the economic consequences of very low fertility become impossible to ignore, remedial action may be enormously more difficult and expensive. What is equally disappointing is the apparent silence of the institutions that should be at the centre of this discussion.
The latest Census has provided the country with an invaluable body of demographic evidence. My own published work has attempted to connect those findings with national development, productivity, education, employment and human-resource planning. On the top of these endeavours, I have seen voluminous articles written by Professor Manori Weerathunga, of the Population Department of the Colombo University, President Population Association of Sri Lanka, and Director Centre for Ageing Studies of University of Colombo. Yet I have seen little evidence of a visible national policy response from the relevant planning and statistical authorities.
Given the multiplicity of the roles and the credentials she possesses, I would strongly urge her to take the bull by the horns and formulate a draft national demographic policy with the expertise of the demographic scientists. This task cannot be delegated to the SLAS or Planning panjandrums. The government should seriously think why the thinktanks are abdicating their mandatory responsibilities and playing a passive role when the country is confronted with burning issues. Are there any sinister plans by disgruntled senior officers to derail the development plans is the question that begs an answer? Alternatively, the government should seriously enlist the support of the IMF or the World Bank, before the demographic bomb explodes!
Are we treating the Census merely as a statistical exercise, rather than as an early-warning the system for national planning? This question deserves a public answer.
I went even further by writing on “Educational Delays, Biological Clock and Sri Lanka’s Fertility Crisis.” My purpose was not to blame the education authorities. I sought to draw attention to the possibility that prolonged delays in university education, examinations, admissions and graduation may interact with delayed family formation and the biological realities of childbearing. I had hoped that this would stimulate examination by the Education sector and other relevant stakeholders.
Unfortunately, I have yet to see any meaningful response. My concern is therefore not whether my own articles have been acknowledged. That is completely irrelevant. The issue is whether the substantive national questions raised in those articles are being examined by anyone in authority.
A citizen who spends considerable time studying a national problem, writing about it publicly and then submitting a constructive proposal to Government should not necessarily expect agreement. But surely an acknowledgement—or better still, a response indicating that the matter is being examined—is not too much to expect.
There is also another dimension which I recently highlighted in discussing Sri Lanka’s transition from an “Age of Longevity” towards an “Age of Experience”. Sri Lanka is simultaneously facing a shrinking younger workforce and an expanding reservoir of older citizens possessing decades of professional and institutional experience.
The demographic challenge, therefore, should not be viewed only through the lenses of pensions, healthcare and elderly care. The country must also ask how the accumulated knowledge, expertise and institutional memory of its experienced citizens can be mobilised for national development.
This is precisely why I find the present silence so difficult to understand. I have no personal or political agenda. I have spent decades working in human resources, productivity and management specialist, and I have chosen in the later stage of my professional life to devote my writing to contemporary national issues which I believe deserve national attention.
Perhaps my concerns are misplaced. Perhaps the government already has a comprehensive demographic strategy under preparation. The relevant institutions have already initiated studies that are not yet public.
If that is the case, I would be delighted to be proved wrong. But if no such comprehensive process exists, then I respectfully ask: how much longer can Sri Lanka afford to remain silent?
The demographic clock does not stop while governments deliberate.
My appeal is therefore not for recognition of my efforts. It is for recognition of the problem. I hope the relevant authorities will prove that the silence I have encountered is not indifference, but merely the silence before meaningful action.
Sri Lanka cannot afford to discover, ten or twenty years from now, that the warnings were visible, the evidence was available, the proposals were made—and nobody acted.
The time to respond to the demographic crisis is now, while choices still remain.
Over to you, the President, the Prime Minister, the Minister of Finance and National Planning, Vice Chancellor of Colombo, Director General of Census and Statistics.
Athula Ranasinghe
Productivity Specialist and Management Consultant
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