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The death of my mother and returning home as a qualified physiotherapist
Excerpted from Memories that linger: My journey in the world of disability
by Padmani Mendis
(Continued from last week)
But I could neither send any more photographs nor write to my mother for much longer. She passed away in August of 1963. (The writer had recorded the previous week a visit to the Birmingham zoo when a professional photographer on assignment for Kodak testing a new film had shot some photos of her which he sent her. She had sent them to her mother).
We had just completed our Intermediate Exams and were awaiting the results. Meanwhile our summer vacation had come. Belmont and Bella Vista were closed. Lyda and I booked ourselves a holiday on Trafalgar Tours. It was advertised as a “Luxury tour visiting Eight European Capitals”. We were due to leave the following week. All our travel documents were with them in London. I was spending the days before departure in London with my brother Anura and sister-in-law Anula. They were expecting their first baby in September. She would be named Anusha Lakmini.
One day there was a flurry of phone calls between my brother Anura and older sister Nali in Colombo. Being older to me, they were my “Anura Aiya” and “Nali Akka”. I noticed Anura Aiya’s face being saddened. He came to me to tell me that my mother had taken ill. He told me that she was in hospital and Nali Akka thought it would be good for me to come home to see her. She was arranging my flight home. What I did not know then was that my mother had already gone. They did not tell me, knowing how I may react.
It was a Saturday morning. I said to my brother, “Oh my passport is with Trafalgar. I have to go get it before they close.” I rushed to Oxford Street where they were located. The Trafalgar people were very nice and even returned my payment. Lyda continued on the tour.
My flight was to be later that evening. I said to my brother, “I have time to take the train to Birmingham and return before I take the flight. Let me do that.” So I rushed to Birmingham and to Bella Vista. Mrs. Broom the warden kindly opened the house for me. I packed all my belongings including my books and papers into the two trunks that I had. I then told Mrs. Broom. “My mother is ill and I am going back to Colombo. I will not be coming back because I am going to look after her. I will arrange for the trunks to be shipped. Please keep them until then.” I was in time to get back to London and get the flight home.
I left on the Dutch airline KLM and had to change flights at Karachi. On that flight I was seated next to a young man from Senegal. We talked all the way. I told him of the reason I was going home. I was going to look after my mother who was ill and was not returning to Birmingham. He told me about his family and his home and why he was coming to Pakistan. I had not long to stay at the Karachi Airport before taking the flight to Colombo. That was not a long one and I was soon at Ratmalana airport.
I was one of the first out of the door and on to the gangway. And then I looked up to see many members of my family waiting for me. The airport was rather small then and they were not far away. I saw at once my sisters and other female relatives were all dressed in white. White is the colour one wears to signify a death in the family. I knew then my mother had gone.
All I recall is that I collapsed in a fit of hysteria. I recall vaguely also that the air hostesses were at my side but little else. Until I was at our home in Kollupitiya and my aunt Darla Mamma was coaxing me to drink a cup of tea. I refused to see my mother until much later. She appeared to be at peace with a kind of radiance about her. I recall little about her funeral. She was buried alongside her mother in the family vault her father had built for her mother.
There was little to keep me at home in Colombo any more. Now more than ever I needed a profession. I had written to Miss Horsfall that I had to come to Colombo quite suddenly and why. She told me I could stay as long as I liked. I stayed long enough with my family so that we could comfort each other in our immediate sorrow. And then I was back at Belmont on the last phase of the journey that would take me to being a physiotherapist.
Back to Belmont, Finals and Farewell
It was the Chartered Society of Physiotherapy (CSP) that conducted exams for all physio schools in England, Scotland and Wales. It had examination centres in a few selected locations. Students could choose where they went. All of us from Belmont chose the excitement of London and were allocated dates individually. Mine was on November 22, 1963. It was my oldest brother’s birthday and I hoped that would bring me good luck. I travelled by coach. On my way back from London I heard some sad and shocking news on the coach radio. President Kennedy had been assassinated. The inside of the coach became as gloomy as was the outside of it.
The result of the finals was as I had hoped it would be. Two days later Miss Horsfall called me to her office. She was an examiner for the CSP and had been in the hall where I was being examined by two of her eminent colleagues. At the end of the day she had asked them how it was. One had replied, “Oh it was good for me. I passed one with credit.”
She said she knew then who had earned that credit. My friend Rosemary also got a credit pass. To the CSP a credit pass meant a distinction. Miss Horsfall and Miss Jahn as well as the other tutors were all full of smiles of satisfaction. Two credit passes in one school was an exceptional achievement.
Our task of learning was over. But my memories will not allow me to leave Birmingham as yet. Not before I recall attending the first wedding among us. That was Joyce who married her Ray who she had met when we were students. Hers was the only wedding I could go to. She was married in a beautiful little church from her parent’s home in Chesterfield, Derbyshire. Joyce and I still talk often on the phone. She and her Ray live in Sydney with their children and grandchildren.
Soon after I left Birmingham, Jackie, Rosemary and Barbara wed the boyfriends they had come to know for just as long as Joyce had known hers. Barbara never went back to Jamaica to make it her home. She lives now in South Couldsdon, Surrey. A few years ago Mahin came over to London from Toronto where she lives now; I went over to London and the three of us spent two weeks in Barbara’s home. But that is jumping the gun. There are still 57 years of memories flooding my mind and queuing up to be shared with you.
We said our goodbyes and left Belmont over the next couple of days. Each on our separate way. Each to the future that we would weave for ourselves.
Getting Home
I sailed for home on the S.S. Oriana, leaving Southampton on February 4. The voyage was now two weeks, down from the three that it was on my journey out. This time we made a stopover in Naples. I went ashore to visit Pompeii. On my voyage to England, I had been able to go ashore and see the pyramids, the wonders of Egypt, still standing upright. In Pompeii, I saw what was left of its ancient city buried under the ashes of Mount Vesuvius. On the tour of Naples later, I bought six of those huge life-like dolls it is well-known for. One for each of my little nieces.
Later we sailed from Port Said at the edge of the Mediterranean Sea through the Suez Canal to Suez on the Red Sea. I had missed that on my journey out, deciding to take the land route from Suez to Port Said to catch the pyramids. And I am glad of the opportunity I was given on this return journey. Whereas the pyramids are a listed Wonder of the World, so should the Suez Canal be another Wonder if any were to be added.
It seemed that all passengers were on deck; and the shore was crowded because not often would a liner of this size be seen on the canal. The land was so close that we could almost reach out and touch those who stood by. Language was no barrier as people from different lands, those on shore and those on the sea, were trying to converse. Excitement was in the air and it was infectious.
I arrived home to my family to know once again their love and warmth. My nieces and nephews had adorned our home at Clifford Road with coloured streamers and with banners saying “Welcome Home”. They had hung balloons to create an air of festivity and joy. My dog Shadow was wagging his tail and barking as if to say in his own way, “Now don’t you leave me again.” That evening my other siblings and their families would come to see me. I really was home.
A Physiotherapist in Colombo
I was anxious to start working as a physiotherapist. The idea was, of course, to join the state Ministry of Health and work in one of their hospitals in Colombo. But that was not to be. My application was turned down. Because, it seemed, the Ministry of Health now produced their own physios through a two-year training course and gave them a certificate. Prior to this about a dozen had been sent abroad for training, and that had stopped when the new school was started.
The latter were paid more than the former. The Ministry did not wish to recruit any others with foreign qualifications. Never heard such nonsense – have you? It was obvious that someone or some people would not approve my application for reasons of their own. That was Ceylon then. Many years later when I made my application a second time, I was taken into employment on condition that I accept the same salary as those who had qualified in Sri Lanka. I had no difficulty doing that. It was more important to me that I had rewarding work.
So when I was refused employment in the government health service there was no choice but to find work in the private sector. This was easy. I found employment in a well patronised hospital in a densely populated and poor area of Colombo. It provided all who came to them with the medical or surgical care they needed. Sulaiman’s Hospital was well staffed and well run with several wards for inpatients and a busy out patient service. The owner was himself a medical practitioner and carried out a hands-on, dual-purpose job, both managing the day-to-day running of the hospital and seeing patients. He saw both the value of physio to patients and its financial value to him.
Ward patient physio could be justified, as many were admitted with strokes and fractures and similar conditions. But because of the cost, none seemed to stay long; not long enough for physio to have an effect. The “physio room” was very close to the out-patient department and I was referred a constant stream of patients with very trivial conditions, most of whom would have recovered even had they not had my services. These patients were generally very poor. They seldom returned after having had to pay the hospital for one session with me. This certainly was not the physio I had dreamed of practicing.
After a few months I was offered work in a private clinic in a completely different environment. I had no hesitation taking up this offer. This clinic had a more affluent clientele. They were comfortable paying for their treatment and appreciated the value of physio. Many were on health insurance anyway. I worked in the clinic itself. I was also sent to other private hospitals. Also, to visit homes of patients armed with a short-wave diathermy machine and an infrared lamp, both of which had seen better days.
At that time, it appeared that many doctors referring patients for physiotherapy believed that the scope of physiotherapy was limited to the use of these two machines. Besides this, my concern was also whether patients could afford it or not, physio bills did add up. These realities upset my conscience.
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Trump’s tariffs, AKD’s gazette and Sri Lanka’s diplomatic slumber
“We are rather respectable in Colombo. We go to bed fairly early, and we remain there till morning. “
According to Sri Lanka’s diplomatic folklore, the late S.W. R. D. Bandaranaike uttered these words while explaining the reasons for Sri Lanka’s abstention on the UN resolution condemning the Soviet invasion of Hungary. Apparently, SWRD’s foreign ministry officials were asleep at home when the diplomatic cable seeking instructions was received from New York. In those days, there were no cell phones, Internet, or even fax or telex machines. The diplomatic cables were sent through post offices. Decoding them was a slow and time-consuming process. Thus, the government could not provide appropriate instructions to our mission in New York in time, and the Sri Lankan delegation abstained on that sensitive UN vote.
Sri Lanka’s Absence from Section 301 Consultations
But then, how does one explain Sri Lanka’s absence from the crucial bilateral consultation held in Washington by the Office of the United States Trade Representative (USTR) during March-April on “Forced Labour” under the Section 301 of the US Trade Act of 1974? Didn’t our foreign and trade ministries send appropriate instructions to Washington in time? Even if the instructions from the foreign ministry were transmitted to our embassy in Washington by pigeon carriers, there was enough time for Sri Lanka to participate in those meetings.
In March, the USTR initiated these 301 investigations on 60 trading partners, and invited all of them for confidential consultations. Out of the 60, 46 participated in these consultations. Sri Lanka was not one of them. Other countries that didn’t participate in these consultations included China, Russia, and Venezuela! In addition to that, the Section 301 Committee conducted a public hearing with interested parties on April 28 and 29. Washington-based diplomats, representatives from few trade ministries as well as representatives from many foreign trade associations and chambers participated in these hearings. Sri Lanka was once again conspicuously absent.
As a result, when the USTR published the proposed forced labour tariffs on June 2nd, Sri Lanka ended up with a 12.5% duty. Pakistani and Indonesian diplomats participated in these consultations and took appropriate follow-up measures, and managed to enter the 10% duty category. As even a threat of a modest tariff hike could disrupt supply chains and reduce competitiveness, particularly in an industry such as garments, I discussed this issue on 15 June and underscored the importance of Sri Lanka’s participation at the next hearing, which was scheduled to be held from July 7th .
Awakening from Diplomatic Slumber and AKD’s Gazette
Fortunately, Sri Lanka finally awoke from weeks of diplomatic slumber, and Ambassador Mahinda Samarasinghe participated in the public hearing on 9 July, and promised, “…. · We have agreed to the text in our negotiations with the USTR on forced labour, …. The gazette as we speak is being printed and I’m getting the gazette tomorrow morning, and the gazette will be shared with USTR as I get it“.
As promised, President Anura Kumara Dissanayake issued a gazette on 10 July banning the imports of goods produced by forced labour. These new regulations are very similar to what Pakistan and Indonesia enacted in April, after their consultations with USTR in March. Why couldn’t we do it in April? Why did we wait till the very last minute?
Challenges ahead
“War is too important to be left to generals alone,” is a famous saying attributed to former French Premier Georges Clemenceau. Similarly, monitoring our main markets is too important to be left to diplomats alone. The United States is the largest single-country market for Sri Lanka. Therefore, Sri Lankan trade chambers and associations should become more proactive in these markets and participate in these events. For example, the chairman of the Pakistani apparel exporters association participated in the April hearings. Similarly, representatives from the Indian Agricultural and Processed Food Products Export Development Authority, the Federation of Indian Chambers of Commerce and Industry, the Confederation of Indian Industry, and Reliance Industries also participated in July hearings. At an event where each speaker is given only five minutes (strictly enforced), having a number of speakers from a country is an advantage. The presence of industry representatives in these kinds of events also help them understand the market dynamics and the future challenges. This is important, particularly because there will be many more challenges with Trump’s tariffs.
With the gazette issued on 10 July, Sri Lanka has imposed a prohibition on the importation of goods produced with forced labour. Now, the challenge will be to effectively enforce the prohibition. And what are the goods produced with forced labour? The USTR list only focuses on aluminum, cotton, electronics, lithium-ion batteries, rice, and tobacco. However, according to the U.S. Department of Labour, the list is much longer. Hence, this list may change continuously during the next two years and tariffs may fluctuate once again.
So, this is definitely not the time to slumber.
(The writer, a retired public servant, can be reached at senadhiragomi@gmail.com)
by Gomi Senadhira ✍️
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Tales of Mystery and Suspense 10 Casino for Sale
After the overwhelming grotesquerie of J K Rowling’s latest Cormoran Strike novel (written, I should have noted, as the others were, under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith), I thought I should return to the world of fun, and also a much shorter description since this thriller moves quickly without the layers of detail that Rowling engages in.
I then move to the second comic thriller by Caryl Brahms and S J Simon. This, their second story to feature Vladimir Stroganoff and Adam Quill, was Casino for Sale, as lunatic a romp as the first, though without the emphasis on the ballet that characterized A Bullet in the Ballet.
This one begins with the impresario Stroganoff buying a casino cheap from Baron Sam de Rabinovich, only to find that it was a rundown place, not the grand casino of La Bazouche, a resort on the Frenc+h Riviera, as he had initially thought. The grand one belonged to Lord Buttonhooke, and Stroganoff could not compete, until he thought of bringing the Ballet Stroganoff to the casino – which of course leads to Buttonhooke deciding to have ballet performances in his Casino too.
Stroganoff invites Quill to visit him, which Quill decides to do since he has left Scotland Yard, having come into a legacy. No one believes this, and he has to face questions as to what he did to have been sacked, with sympathy for having been found out.
The day he arrives in La Bazouche there is a murder, of a vitriolic critic called Citrolo, in Stroganoff’s office. He had been going to write a damning review of the opening night of the ballet and Stroganoff, when he realizes Citrolo cannot be swayed, drugs him and dictates the review himself to the papers. He leaves Citrolo sleeping and finds him shot the next morning, whereupon he decides to muddy the waters and leave a suicide note and lots of other murder weapons. So much overkill, as it were, of course ensures that he is arrested.
But the excitable French detective who makes the arrest follows up his suggestion that Buttonhooke was also involved, and so the two casino owners find themselves in cells next door to each other, with the detective Gustave quite happy to provide creature comforts for a fee.
Quill decides he must investigate, and finds Gustave most cooperative, since he has a laid back attitude to work. So it is Quill that finds a notebook which makes it clear Citrolo is an accomplished blackmailer, and that there are lots of possible murderers, including Stroganoff’s croupier, who was crooked, Rabinovich, who was now working for Buttonhooke, a confidence trickster called Kurt Kukumber, whose prospectus for a dud gold mine was found in the office and Prince Alexis Artishok who was engaged in a deal to buy diamonds from the ballerina Dyra Dyrakova.
Stroganoff had been trying to get Dyrakova to dance for him, but having done so previously she had refused. But then to Stroganoff’s chagrin she agreed to dance for Buttonhooke. The clearly crooked Artishok had told Buttonhooke’s mistress Sadie Souse, who was not very bright, that Dyrakova possessed diamonds she was willing to sell cheap, and Sadie was determined to have them.
Quill meanwhile finds out that there was a secret passage to Stroganoff’s office, the obvious solution to what had begun as a locked room mystery, and that this was known by almost everyone apart from Stroganoff himself. And then Rabinovich is murdered, just after Gustave had released his two original suspects, leading him to blame Quill for having insisted on that and thus allowing them to kill again.
Soon afterwards Dyrakova arrives, and the town is full of posters announcing that she will appear in the casinos, elaborate posters for either one, since Stroganoff is determined that she will dance for him, and if she does not come willingly, he has devised a scheme to make her do so unwillingly. So, though Buttonhooke has her taken off to his yacht immediately she arrives at the station, Quill along with Arenskaya gets her into a launch and to Stroganoff’s casino, where she performs to tumultuous applause, not knowing for whom she is dancing.
When Quill asked her about the diamonds, she said she had sold them long ago, and that gave Quill the solution to the mystery. Rabinovich had known about this, and Artishok had killed him to prevent Sadie learning it from him, he had killed Citrolo who had recognized him for an accomplished card sharper, not a Russian prince at all. But before he is arrested, he gets away in a boat, and the police launch that pursues him is on the point of catching him up when it runs out of petrol.
Again, lots of excitement, and entertaining references – Gustave grows marrows – and if not quite as brilliant as its predecessor, Casino was certainly a delightful read.
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The challenge of being positive about SAARC
It was a few years back that a former President of Sri Lanka took it on himself to pronounce SAARC ‘dead’. Since then there have been other sections of Sri Lankan opinion that have joined the critics of SAARC and taken the solemn stance that SAARC has indeed died what may be called a natural death.
Their fatalism is understandable. SAARC has failed to meet at heads of government or state level for the past several years to take the SAARC process notably forward. Regional cooperation has more or less been only an appealing idea. No substantive concrete projects have taken off to make the idea a hard reality. ‘Inner paralysis’ seems to be SAARC’s lot. Hence the fatalism in these circles.
However, being one of the worst cash-strapped regions of the world and a teemingly populated one with people virtually left to their devices, what choices do the ‘SAARC Eight’ have other than to try their best to band together and continue with their cooperation efforts, however small they may be?
There is no escaping the mounting debt trap for many of these countries and bankrupt Sri Lanka is a glaring example, but ‘throwing in the towel’ and abandoning themselves entirely to the diktats of the strongest economies and their agencies will prove a ‘living death’ for many countries in the SAARC fold.
The gains may be meagre but giving-up on SAARC cooperation in full would prove self-defeating for the organization and South Asia. Right now, the collective intention ought to be to salvage what the region could from the tenuous cooperative efforts. Moreover, such initiatives could go some distance to generate a degree of goodwill among the Eight and help in sustaining a dialogue process.
Given this backdrop it proved ‘a stich in time’ for the Regional Centre for Strategic Studies (RCSS), Colombo, to recently host the SAARC Secretary General Ambassador Md. Golam Sarwar to a round table discussion on the unifying potential of SAARC and its future possibilities, besides other related issue areas.
Held on June 24th and moderated by RCSS Executive Director and former ambassador Ravinatha Aryasinha, the forum brought together a vibrant, wide ranging audience comprising academicians, diplomats, senior public servants, civil society activists and many others. Following the presentation by Ambassador Golam Sarwar titled, ‘Reigniting SAARC: Achievements, Challenges and the Way Ahead’, a lively Q&A followed.
The above forum could be described as an act of lighting the proverbial ‘candle’ rather than ‘cursing the darkness.’ It surely is a ‘darkness’ that could be seen as daunting considering that the region’s pivotal powers, India and Pakistan, are failing to act in a spirit of accord but are engaged in bitter finger-pointing on a number of questions of vital importance to SAARC.
On the other hand, what is the rest of the region doing to bring the above sides together? It is disappointing that to date the rest of SAARC has failed to launch a major diplomatic drive to bring peace between the feuding regional heavyweights. It needs to act without delay and establish its earnestness and this effort would need to prove SAARC’s staying power in the unfolding months and even years.
In assessing SAARC’s seeming failure local opinion in particular has failed to factor in what could be described as weak leadership. Since Sheikh Mujibur Rahman of Bangladesh, the founding father of SAARC, the region has failed to produce a visionary leader who could advance the SAARC cause with charisma and drive.
Among other reasons, weak leadership accounts considerably for the faltering and stuttering status, as it were, of SAARC. Badly needed are leaders who could go the extra mile, think less of narrow national interests and work diligently towards the collective well being of the region but SAARC’s millions of ordinary people have been made to wait in vain for leaders of such stature. Instead, they have been burdened with politicians who seem to be relishing the apparently moribund state of SAARC.
Looking back, it could be said that it was the dynamic leadership factor that led to the launching of the Non-Aligned Movement and for its sustenance for a few decades. True, it could be seen in some quarters that NAM is no more, but as in the case of SAARC, the former too has been unfortunate to be burdened over the years with politicians who lack the vision and drive to unflaggingly advance the fortunes of the South. NAM and SAARC lack the dynamism and vision of leaders of the stature of Jawaharlal Nehru, for example, to give them the required guidance and intellectual depth.
The reasons are complex for there not being among us currently political leaders with the vision and the steadfast commitment to advance the legitimate interests of the South. However, it could be stated with conviction that the majority of Southern leaders have too easily caved in to the demands of the global North and its financial agencies.
These leaders have failed to see, for instance, that the largely market economy oriented Northern governments would not view with favour a centrist economic model that attaches priority to the interests of the dis-empowered publics of the South. This realization ought to have dawned on the current government in Sri Lanka, for instance, some while ago but it has no choice but to abide by IMF dictates since economic survival at present is unthinkable without the latter’s succour.
Accordingly for SAARC this should be the time for some soul-searching. Priority needs to be attached to ending the feuding between India and Pakistan since at present the material fortunes of the region hinge largely on these regional giants giving peaceful relations among them a try. This is no easy challenge to meet but some daring, visionary diplomacy needs to take hold among the rest of SAARC.
There is some sense in SAARC bringing the peoples of the region together through programs that address their best collective interests. A meeting of minds among SAARC nations could enable SAARC and its agencies to build a region-wide people’s movement for progressive political and economic change that could in turn lead to the region’s political leaders sensitizing themselves more to the neglected needs of their publics.
However, the time is ‘now’ for the initiation of these progressive changes and the voice of SAARC well wishers would need to drown out those of their critics.
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