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Life after A.F. Jones, marriage and separation

(Excerpted from the autobiography of Merrill. J. Fernando)
Having severed my connections with AF Jones, I gave myself a respite from an intense work life, literally a dawn to dusk grind, which I had sustained almost on a daily basis, over several years. In view of the nature of my disengagement from AFJ, I also took the precaution of advising all our customers around the world that I had dealt with, of the circumstances that led to my departure. Many responded to me, expressing their dissatisfaction with the manner in which they were being serviced after my exit.
There were also requests for me to return to AFJ with the assurance that I would be permitted to operate without any interference. However I did not consider that even for a moment,
During this rather troubled period, I was administered another shock, by a letter from the Inland Revenue Department, enclosing a punitive assessment for Rs. 50,000 in additional taxes coupled with a directive impounding my passport.
A close friend investigated the matter on my behalf and advised that the department had been sent a set of documents, relating to a personal investment of 600 pounds in shares in the UK; hence the assessment. I immediately realized how the file had got into the hands of the Inland Revenue.
A lady secretary at the American Embassy was the tenant of my ground floor flat and paid me a dollar rent, which I credited to a UK bank account.
From these funds I had invested in Ceylon tea estate company shares in the UK Stock Exchange. Joe Silva, a communist agitator who had created many problems at AFJ, had apparently, on the instructions of Nadesan, my supposed friend, sent an anonymous letter to the Exchange Controller, alleging that I had overseas investments. When the Exchange Controller requested me to submit details of such investment, I showed the documents to Nadesan, who drafted a reply on my behalf. He also kept in his custody the related file of documents – for safekeeping, he said – and it was that file which had found its way to the Inland Revenue.
However, Mr. Mithrasena, the Inland Revenue official who inquired into the matter, was quite satisfied with my explanation regarding the overseas account. He also assisted me in obtaining my statutory dues from the company, by ordering the company to immediately remit the relevant funds to the Inland Revenue, which he released to me soon thereafter.
During this period I had a couple of offers from companies overseas, including one in the United States of America, the latter through a friend of mine, to join his company as a partner. However, I was still passionate about the tea industry in Ceylon and, despite the disappointment with AFJ, I was determined to continue with the tea export business.
Another beginning – Merrill J. Fernando & Co. Ltd.
S_ I. Jafferjee of Jafferjee Brothers, an old and well-established family tea export company, was my good friend and had been very supportive at me during my disputes with the AFJ Board. No sooner I severed my active connection with AFJ, he invited me to join him in his business. I was grateful to him for his offer, but instead, in 1962, I launched a small company of my own, ‘Ceylon Tea Exports,’ operating out of the Jafferjee Brothers’ offices and also using their tea facilities.
The business grew steadily until a major strike by the workers of Jafferjee Brothers disrupted my operations as well. My personal appeals to the strike leaders failed to resolve the issues in contention, even though I went to the extent of visiting their homes to discuss the matter.
Finally, after discussion with “SI,” I moved out of the Jafferjee premises and set up my office at 188, Vauxhall Street, Colombo. At the same time, I also rented warehousing from S. H. Moosajee & Co, at Rs. 15 a square foot. That location is today Park Street Mews, home to a few upscale restaurants. The business of Ceylon Tea Exports was transferred to Merrill J. Fernando Company, which I had set up in 1962.
The beneficial impact of Mr. Gash’s (of National and Grindlays Bank) interventions in my business life were such that I always considered him to have been sent by God! He financed all my operations with the utmost confidence, even when business circumstances were unfavourable. In one instance, during a strike period which held up tea shipments, causing cash flows to dwindle, I visited the bank to seek temporary bridging finance, over and above the normal operational funding. However, his two assistants dissuaded me from going to Gash with my request as they were of the view that he would be placed in a difficult situation.
Seeking an alternative, I walked across to Eastern Bank — today Standard Chartered Bank — and submitted my request to its Head, Peter Bolander who, at our frequent social meetings, would solicit business from me. He asked for time to look up his rule book and then agreed to give me a substantial overdraft facility. When Gash’s assistants heard about my discussions with Bolander, they asked me not to mention my new relationship with the Eastern Bank as that would upset Gash!
Subsequently, I was compelled to take my business away from Grindlays, as its Head Office in Calcutta had taken up the position that I was over-trading and, hence, constituted a risk to the bank. Though Gash and his senior managers explained to their supervisors in Calcutta that I carried out a very efficient operation, in which the product was converted to cash much faster than in any other similar operation, the Calcutta office refused to change its view. By the time I reluctantly moved my business out of Grindlays Mr. Gash had also retired.
Messrs. Gunatilleke and Kularatne at People’s Bank solicited my business, even offering to finance the settling of my old debts, apparently a concession which they normally did not extend to other businessmen. However, I had to decline their kind offer as Grindlays arranged with Hatton National Bank to take over my account and its then Head, Mr. Dharmarajah, offered me the same generous terms extended to me by Grindlays. At Hatton National I dealt with L. S. D. “Bill” Peiris, a very sensible and fair-minded banker, with whom I enjoyed an excellent business relationship.
At that time most banks employed a cumbersome system to lend funds against export orders. This did not suit my operational style and I proposed to the bank a different system which also provided adequate protection to the bank, in the case of non-performance on my part. I gave Bill Peiris a weekly statement of confirmed orders with the corresponding funding requirements and that was accepted by him.
However, whilst I diligently honoured all my commitments to the bank, I had serious disagreements with one executive, the late Gaston Gunawardene, who was in actual fact an administrator and not a banker. His criticism of and intrusion into my operations were so frequent and vexing that I finally moved out of Hatton National, despite Dharmarajah’s appeals for me to stay on. I had to explain to him that I found it impossible to work with Gunawardene.
This depressing reliance on institutional funding for one’s operations taught me another useful lesson, very early in my life as a single entrepreneur – to build a strong cash base which would minimize dependence on loan and overdraft assistance which, even at their most beneficial, are still exploitative. I became frugal in my expenditure, saved as much as possible, and exercised great selectivity in my investments.
As a result of prudent cash and investment management, within a couple of decades I was able to build up substantial savings. The latter, invested in gilt-edged securities, provided me the stability to view funding assistance for my operations as a matter of choice and gave me the ability to fund any new business initiative from the revenue generated by my own operations.
Marriage and family
In 1964, I married Devika Jayawickrema, who came from a politically-prominent southern family. Her father, Major Montague Jayawickrema, was a proprietary planter and land-owner in the south. He had also been an active politician since 1936 and had represented the Weligama electorate on several occasions, between 1952 and 1987. He had been the Minister of Transport and Public Works from 1952-1956 and, later, from 1977-1987, the Minister of Public Administration, Home Affairs, and Plantation Industries.
Devika had been raised in a family environment in which the main preoccupations were politics and public service. As a result, the deeply-entrenched family cohesiveness and religiosity, which were both the defining features and overarching influences of my upbringing, were absent from her persona. Her outlook and worldview had been fashioned in a family ambience in which interpersonal relationships, attachments, and obligations were not as deep as in mine. These sharply-contradictory features in our respective personalities and value systems had their impact later on in our relationship.
At the time of my marriage I was living in a comfortable apartment on Turret Road and I planned to continue to live there. However, my new father-in-law was very insistent that I move into a fully-furnished home he had built for his daughter. In fact, he went to the extent of sending a few of my friends, including Bennet Medonza, to persuade me to move into this house, which was located between his house and that of Kishani, his second daughter. Finally I conceded to his appeals and moved in, but surprisingly found that instead of the fully-furnished home I was told to expect, it had only a refrigerator. I furnished it very satisfactorily on my own though.
Children arrive
Our eldest, Malik, was born on February 6, 1966, followed by Dilhan on May 29, 1968. Very early on I found out that Devika’s concept of parenting was quite different from mine, the latter fashioned within a strict Catholic upbringing, a composite of dedicated parental care on the one hand and the equally compelling response by the child on the other. The dictates of the religion that they were born to governed every aspect of my parents’ lives, even in the home. Other distractions, whether social or professional and however attractive or demanding, were not permitted to affect those responsibilities.
Thus, I evaluated Devika’s handling of our two children against the backdrop of my personal childhood experiences. During this period I was also deeply involved in my growing business, which, despite my commitment in both time and effort, was still beset by a number of operational problems. Given those circumstances, perhaps I expected a greater contribution from Devika in regard to the children, to offset any possible limitations on my part on account of the demands of my business. In short, I expected our two sons to be brought up in the same way I was raised in my parents’ home.
Eventually, my decision to end the relationship was made on the basis that the raising of my children, according to my perceptions of what was best for them, was not possible within the context of my marriage.
Separation
I purchased a comfortable and modern two-storeyed house at 61, Jawatte Road, soon after which I made a quick business trip to Europe. I was quite surprised when Devika followed me to London, possibly at the urging of her parents with advice to mend fences. However, regretfully, I advised her that my mind was made up and that she needed to chart her own course for the future.
On my return to Sri Lanka I refurbished the new home and soon settled into it, accompanied by the two children, together with their two carers, personal furniture, and the ever-faithful Alice, the best chef I have ever known apart from my mother. Thus began a completely new existence which, with very few changes, continues to this day. When Devika and I separated, Malik was four and Dilhan two.
I was both surprised and grateful that the many friends I made during my marriage continued to be my friends even afterwards. They extended to me the same love and affection as before and were also extremely helpful to me in various ways. They gave me much-needed moral support at a difficult time and still remain my close friends.
Whilst there were many such, without detracting from their caring in any way, I must make special mention of Nordeen and Shirin Esufally, who were by my side on every step of a difficult journey and were my dear, lifelong friends until their departure from this world. They opened their hearts to me, providing me exceptional love and care, sent me meals frequently, and gave me unrestricted access to their home and staff. Nordeen was my tennis partner for many years. Their children continue to be equally close to me to this day.
On conclusion of the divorce proceedings, I was granted custody of our two sons with access for the mother once a fortnight. From what I gathered, that too was not a satisfactory experience for them, but did not pursue it or try to change it, apprehensive of the impact it would have on them.
A few months later I was fortunate in being able to purchase a beautiful home in Gower Street, an old-fashioned house set in a sprawling garden with large trees and flowering plants. Both Malik and Dilhan loved its spaciousness; within, they had separate bedrooms with attached baths, toilets and a playroom and outside, the extensive shaded space where they were able to play various games with friends. Every weekend the house was full of my sons’ friends.
I recall that Malik preferred to read books in his room rather than play. Whilst playing cricket, Dilhan would display his resentment at being dismissed whilst batting, sometimes breaking his wicket, a demonstration of temperament he fortunately outgrew!
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Could Trump be King in a Parliamentary System?

by Rajan Philips
Donald Trump is sucking almost all of the world’s political oxygen. Daily he is stealing the headline thunder in all of the western media. The coverage in other countries may not be as extensive but would still be significant. There is universal curiosity over the systemic chaos that Trump is unleashing in America. There is also the no less universal apprehension about what Trump’s disruptive tariffs will do to the lives of people in reciprocal countries. There are legitimate fears of a madman-made recession not only in America but in all the countries of the world. There is even a warning from a respected source of a potential repeat of the Great Depression of the 1930s.
The question of this article obviously shows its Sri Lankan bias. For there is no country in the world that has been so much preoccupied, for so long, on so constitutional a matter – as the pros and cons of a parliamentary system as opposed to a presidential system. And only in Sri Lanka will such a question – whether Trump could be a king in a parliamentary system – makes sense or find some resonance, any resonance. Insofar as the current NPP government is committed to reverting back to its old parliamentary system from the current presidential system, the government could use all Trump and his presidential antics as one of the justifications for the long awaited constitutional change.
A Historical Irony
It is not that every presidential system is inherently prone to being turned into an upstart monarchy. The historical irony here is that America’s founding fathers decided on a presidential system at a time when there was no constitutional model or prototype available in the world. In fact, the American system became the world’s first constitutional prototype. The founding fathers had all the experiential reason to be wary of the parliamentary system in England because it was associated with the King who was reviled in the colonies. Yet the founding fathers were alert to the risks involved. James Maddison reminded that “If men were angels, no government would be necessary;” and John Adams warned that man’s “Avarice, Ambition, Revenge or Gallantry, would break the strongest Cords of our Constitution as a Whale goes through a Net.”
But for over 200 years, no American president tried to break the country’s political constitutional system for reasons of avarice, anger and revenge, as Trump is doing now. Presidents in other countries with far less traditions of checks and balances have been dealt with both politically and legally for their excesses and trespasses. In Brazil, the system was turned against both the current President Lula and his previous successor Dilma Rousseff. In between them, Jair Bolsonaro imitated Trump in Brazil and even tried to launch a coup after his re-election defeat in 2022, emulating Trump’s insurrection in Washington, in January 2021. But in Brazil, Bolsonaro has been accused of and charged for his crime, while in America its Supreme Court let Trump walk away with immunity and to be back as president for another round.
In Philippines, the current government of President Ferdinand Marcos Jr. has turned over its former President Rodrigo Duterte to stand trial at the International Criminal Court in The Hague, on charges of crimes against humanity for his allegedly ordering the killing of as many as 30,000 people as part of his campaign against drug users and dealers. In Sri Lanka, Mahinda Rajapaksa tried to be king, unsuccessfully sought a third term, and set up the system for family succession. But the people have spurned the Rajapaksas and questions as to whether they have been given undue protection from prosecution keep swirling. To wit, the contentious Al Jazeera interview of former President Ranil Wickremesinghe.
In the US, Trump is nonstick and remains untouched. Unlike the prime minister in a parliamentary system, an American president has no presence in the legislature except for the ceremonial State of the Union address. And unlike no other president before him, Trump has created the theatre of daily press conferences, rather chats, before an increasingly hand picked group of journalists. There he turns lies into ex cathedra pronouncements, and signs executive orders like a king issuing edicts. No one questions him instantly, his base hears what he wants them to hear, and by the time professional fact checkers come up with their red lines, Trump and his followers have moved on to another topic. This has become the daily parody of the Trump second term.
No prime minister in any parliament can get away with this nonsense. Every contentious statement will be instantly challenged and refuted if necessary. Parliamentary question periods are the pulse of the political order especially in crisis times. After being in the House of Commons gallery during a visit to England, President Richard Nixon was astonished at the barrage of questions that Prime Minister Harold Wilson had to face and provide answers to. These are minor differences that are hardly noticed in normal times. But the Trump presidency is magnifying even the minor shortcomings of a major political system.
Trump’s cabinet is another instance where the American system is falling apart. The President’s cabinet in America is based on unelected officials approved by the Senate. Until cabinet secretaries or ministers have generally been well equipped academics or professionals and were selected by successive presidents based on their known political leanings. Their ties to corporate America were well known but that was always somewhat qualified by the clear motivation to excel by providing exceptional service to the country.
Trump’s second term cabinet comprises a cabal of self-serving ‘yes’ men with no stellar background in the academia or the professions. They are all there to do Trump’s bidding and to disrupt the orderly functioning of government. Their ineffectiveness is now daily manifested in the drama over Trump’s decisions on tariffs which vary by the time of day and his mood of the moment. The reciprocal countries do not know what to expect, but they have learnt that any agreement that they reach with Trump’s ministers means nothing and that there will be nothing certain until Trump makes his next announcement.
Americans, and others, will have to go through this for the next four years, but in a parliamentary system there could be quicker remedies. A prime minister cannot erratically hold on to power for a full term, and as British parliamentary experience has recurrently shown prime ministers are brought down by cabinet ministers when they have outlived their usefulness to the government and the country. There is no such recourse available in the US. The device of impeachment is simply inoperable in a divided legislature and Trump has demonstrated this twice in one term.
Growing Pushback
Yet after the initial weeks of shock and awe, push-back to Trump is now growing and is slowly becoming significant. Within America the resistance is mostly in the courts, especially the lower federal courts, where the judges are ordering against the stoppage of USAID contract payments, the manifestly illegal firing of government employees, indiscriminate accessing of government data by Musk and his DOGE boys, and the barring by executive order of a law firm that had once represented Hillary Clinton from doing business with the federal government.
Also, in the highly watched case against the deportation order served on the Columbia University student Mahmoud Khalil, a Palestinian with Green Card status and married to a fellow Palestinian who is a US citizen, the courts have ordered the government to stop the deportation process until the case is resolved. Mr. Khalil was a prominent leader of the student protests at Columbia against the Israeli devastation of Gaza, and the District Judge ordering the temporary ban on deportation is Jesse Furman, an exceptionally qualified American Jew who was appointed by President Obama and was once touted as a potential Supreme Court judge.
The wider push-back is mostly overseas and is predicated on retaliatory tariffs by countries that Trump is imposing tariffs against. In different ways and for different reasons, China and Canada are aggressively pushing back. Mexico is resorting to both flattery and firmness. And the EU is launching a systematic response. Other countries will be forced into the fray if Trump lives up to imposing the much anticipated reciprocal tariffs against all countries that now charge tariffs on imports from the US.
Even without tariffs their uncertainty has been enough to roil markets with stock indices plunging dramatically from the heights reached soon after the November election and the much promised regime of monumental tax cuts. One of the worst stock slumps has been that of Elon Musk’s Tesla. In what is being considered to be the worst such slide in the history of the auto industry, Tesla has lost all of the 90% increase in value it achieved after the presidential election and now gone lower than its pre-election value. Between December 2024 and March 2025, Tesla’s dollar worth fell from $1.54 trillion to $777 billion, a near 50% drop.
Tesla’s misfortune is a schadenfreude moment for those who abhor Musk for his political trespasses. Political aversion is certainly a factor in Tesla’s misfortunes and declining sales, but materially not the main one. Other factors that are more significant are issues with the brand products and stiff EV competition from China. But political distractions catch the eye, and protesters have been turning up at the Tesla dealers in the US. Trump called them the lunatic left and to boost his buddy’s products he even stage managed a sales pitch for Tesla vehicles at the White House driveway. And this is after executively rescinding all of Biden’s initiatives to boost the production and use of Electric Vehicles. What better way to make America great again?
Fighting Oligarchy
Political commentaries in the West are preoccupied with speculations over how, when and where all of Trump’s orders and initiatives will impact people’s lives and their politics in America. One comforting constant is the presidential term limit that will stop Trump’s presidency in January 2029, although Trump will never stop musing about a third term in office. Just like annexing Canada, purchasing Greenland and expropriating Gaza. Mercifully, he has not made any claim to immortality.
The elusive variable is the response of the people. So far, Trump has been able to maintain his hold over his base and he is pulling a tight leash on the Republicans in Congress to toe the line given their narrow margins in both the House and the Senate. The base is indicating support to all his madman initiatives even though Trump has fallen back to his usual negative approval rating (more people disapprove than approve of him) in popular opinion polls. What is not clear is when the public will turn on the president if he actually imposes tariffs on consumer goods, keeps firing government employees, and keeps eroding social welfare.
Trump won the election promising to bring down the prices and cost of living instantly, but everything he is doing now is driving up the costs and people will start registering their dissatisfaction. Unlike in Britain there is no tradition to cheer the monarch and damn the government. Sooner or later, Americans will have nothing to cheer their king for, but everything to damn him, because this ersatz king is also their government.
There are scattered protests in many parts of America, with people showing up at local town hall meetings organized by Republican congressmen. But the protest against the deportation of Columbia University student Mahmoud Khalil is likely to gather traction and is already drawing a spectrum of supporters including progressive Jewish and other American citizens. A Jewish organization called Jewish Voice for Peace has organized a sit in protest in support of Khalil in the lobby of Trump Tower in New York. Other high rise buildings may be targeted.
More resoundingly, Senator Bernie Sanders has launched a national tour for “Fighting Oligarchy” and drew a crowd of ten thousand people at his first stop in Michigan. The tour will be a teaser to the Democratic Party leadership that is currently stuck in its tracks like a hare caught in Trump’s headlights. The Party is going by the calendar and waiting for its turn at the next mid-term elections in 2026, and the full election year in 2028 to elect the next president. The old campaign heavyweight James Carville has publicly advised the party to “play dead” until Trump’s systemic chaos turns the people against the Administration. Not everyone is prepared to be so patient.
New York Congress woman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) is not prepared to “completely roll over and give up on protecting the Constitution.” She wants immediate and consistent opposition to Trump and not to play the waiting game according to the electoral calendar. Trump for one does not wait for anything and breaks every rule to advance his indeterminate agenda. Among the Democrats, AOC has the most extensive social media base, and many Democrats are encouraging her to take the next step and announce her candidacy for New York’s Senate seat. She is a shrewd politician and is well positioned to open another front against Trump, paralleling the national tour that Bernie Sanders has launched.
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The Royal-Thomian and its Timeless Charm

By Anura Gunasekera
Big matches come and go; today they are numerous but the Royal-Thomian, the first of its kind in this country, stands apart as an eternal metaphor for tradition, style, charm, excitement and unpredictability. No other sporting encounter in the country, not even an international event, generates the passionate rivalry, the limitless appeal, the widespread social enthusiasm, the Bacchic revelry or the fervent anticipation, as does the battle between these two tribes. This writer does not mean any offence to other schools or to other sporting encounters, but does not see the need to entertain a dissenting view.
The match ceased to be a mere sporting event many decades ago. It has become a microcosm of the passage of life, mirroring the broader human experience. Over the decades it has shaped a generational continuity, with a new group stepping in to continue the tradition, an honoured legacy, as one generation exits. It fosters growth and change, whilst remaining anchored to a revered tradition rooted, albeit, in a colonial past. As much as individuals inherit legacies, values and expectations from their families and communities, the match has fostered a tradition which has remained a constant for one-and-a-half centuries.
The fact that its original spirit is still very much alive, despite the social and national changes which have evolved around it, and that its founding concept has been embraced and emulated by so many other schools, is testament to its relevance to life today, notwithstanding its antiquity, and its genesis in a British-imposed elitism and exclusivity- the latter an accusation frequently levelled against the event and the institutions which generate it. The Sri Lanka of today is unrecognizably different from the colonial Ceylon which birthed the Royal-Thomian, but that encounter remains the same, as it was 146 years ago. The actors, the locations , the institutions and the scope of the event have changed, but the founding spirit is untouched.
This iconic encounter has come to symbolize healthy competition, nourishing rivalry, the value of determination, preparation and team-work and the will-to-win, but all within an inviolable framework of fair play and sportsmanship. It respects history whilst enriching it with each successive encounter, finding ways, through exceptional individual and team performances , to contribute to and enhance an ongoing fable. It fosters a sense of belonging and pride, not just for individuals but for the larger community. It is no longer the exclusive property of the Royal-Thomian tribesmen but has embraced a massive extended family of supporters, aficionados, enthusiasts and well-wishers. It has become an inclusive feast.
The encounter teaches that despite differences and challenges, unity and collaboration from both competing parties are essential for success and growth. As in life, for both teams there is immense pressure to perform and to succeed in what is a high-stakes encounter, to meet the expectations of a society which has grown around it, and formed special identities linked to the competition- family, school, culture and country.
The match, in essence, is a cauldron which shapes triumph and failure, the joy of victory and the anguish of defeat, and the ability to accept both with grace and equanimity, coupled with the determination to make amends at the next encounter. It reflects the eternal truths of the human experience, that life is not always kind, that nature is not always fair, that despite your best efforts the other side will sometimes do better, even if it is not the best equipped or the more fancied. To use a highly over-used cliché, ” the race is not always to the swift”, and cricket proves it time and time again.
The 146th edition of this celebrated encounter reflected, in a multitude of ways, all the contradictions and commonalities described above.
STC, after winning the toss, sent Royal, the pre-match favourites, in to bat, on what appeared to be a typically friendly and placid SSC wicket. After an initial stutter which seemed to justify a risky decision by STC, Royal settled down and went on to post an imposing 319/7. Rehan Pieris crafted a majestic 158, watched reflectively, from the comfort of the “Mustangs” enclosure, by Ronald Reid, a batting genius of a different era, who compiled the identical score for STC in 1956. In doing so he erased the previous Royal-Thomian batting record of 151 by Norman Siebel of STC, established in 1936.
The writer, who, as a ten year old Thomian watched the Reid enterprise, can now claim the privilege of having seen two brilliant performances, separated from each other by a distance of 69 years; the quality in both so similar, despite the first being an elegant left-hander and the recent edition from an aggressive right-hander, that it was like being in a time-warp.
STC, undeterred by the mountain of runs confronting them, produced a decent response of their own. Dineth Goonewardene, with an excellent century- the first by a Thomian since 2016- scored at a brisk rate, made a major contribution. Royal, in their second essay , seemed very much in control with all features pointing to a comfortable draw, when the unpredictability of cricket reared its menacing head; out of the humid and burning-hot ether, Darien Diego, bowling a steady, but unthreatening line and length all afternoon, suddenly produced the feared hat-trick; according to statisticians only the third by a Thomian in the history of the series. Royal, perhaps compelled, and perhaps slightly befuddled, by the unexpected reversal of fortune, made what was a challenging but sporting declaration, throwing down the gauntlet, as it were.
The target of 233 in 42 overs was daunting but given some measured adventurism, not unattainable. STC did exactly that, achieving it with an over to spare. Jaden Amaraweera and Mithila Charles provided early stability at the top with calculated but quick accumulation and Sadev Soysa, in the middle, with a short but fiery knock, reduced a demanding run-rate to manageable proportions.
One outstanding feature of the Thomian victory was the nerveless batting of 15 year old newcomer, Reshon Solomon, a somewhat disputed inclusion in the team, at the expense of coloursman Abeeth Paranawidana. Solomon, despite having had only two previous outings and both in friendly matches, justified his selection for the big stage with a brilliant half-century, scored alongside the first innings centurion, Goonewardane, matching the latter shot-for-shot. The pair batted with such composure that a seemingly elusive target soon became a certainty.
Irrespective of the reasons which prompted it, the early declaration by Royal made a decision possible. One must not forget that losing three batsmen in three deliveries and with two wickets left, they could have, quite justifiably, opted for the safer option of batting till the end and closing down the game. Royal obviously declared with a different result in mind but cricket is capricious, which is also a feature of its allure.
This writer first attended the Royal-Thomian in 1955, and has witnessed all the matches since, barring a brief hiatus in the early 19-seventies. Memories of individual matches, however exciting, are now vague though, the details lost in the fog of excessive merriment, generated in exclusive but boisterous enclosures like the “Colts”, “Stallions” and, latterly, the more sedate “Mustangs”. However, one Thomian victory which still remains indelible in memory is that of 1964, when STC, under the late Premalal Goonesekera, clinched victory in a nail-biting finish, providing a decision after ten consecutive drawn matches ( ’54-’63). That match is also remembered for Sarath Seneviratne’s brilliant 96, breaking Thomian hearts by falling short of a century, a tragedy he re-enacted in the very next Royal-Thomian as well, losing his wicket at 97. In a parody of fame, Sarath is recalled more often by Thomians for the centuries that he failed to score, than are other batsmen who actually did.
The 2025 Thomian victory too will similarly remain in the writer’s memory, for the much shorter lease of life now left to him. But more than the Thomian win, which will eventually become a statistic, the unforgettable feature of the game was the generous spirit, the fierce but fair competition, and the genuine respect which the competitors displayed towards each other. Those are life-lessons, far more important than the end-result, for all to take away, emulate and cherish.
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Oscars recognizing talent, overlooking skin colour and racial origins

The 97th Academy Awards ceremony presented by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS), took place on March 2 at the Dolby Theater in Hollywood, LA. A total 23 awards popularly named Oscars were presented to selected actors and films of those released in 2024. Doubt existed about holding the ceremony live or on-line since forest fires were into Hollywood itself and calling for stars to vacate their homes.
An article on Merle Oberon sent me finding facts about a notion I had that the Academy came in for criticism as being racist; only white stars were nominated for awards ignoring Black Americans and actors of other races like Indian. In the early years of Hollywood, actors who had foreign blood flowing in their arteries hid this fact assiduously. If even suspected, they would be suspended from stardom.
Merle Oberon (1911-1979, born Estella Merle O’Brian Thompson) was an acclaimed star in Hollywood from 1934, starting her acting career in silent films and moving on with great effort and painstaking training to look like and speak like an American. She used bleach heavily to lighten her skin. After her origins were known, she was recognized as Hollywood’s first South Asian star. Sri Lanka or rather Ceylon has a claim here, since Merle’s grandmother was born in Ceylon, a Burgher, it is said.
Charlotte Selby, born in Ceylon, moved to Bombay and married an Anglo-Irish tea plantation foreman. Her daughter, Constance Selby, was raped by her stepfather, the foreman, when just 14 and gave birth to a child – Merle – who was brought up by her grandmother Charlotte Selby. Her biological mother was to the world her older sister. When the child was three, the family moved to Calcutta. There Merle won a scholarship to an upper grade private school.
It was known she was of mixed racial birth – an Anglo-Indian – looked down upon by both the British and Indians. Merle was unhappy and took refuge in watching movies. In 1939, an English jockey she was in a relationship with, offered her the opportunity to migrate to England; thus on the pretext of being married to him, Merle moved to London. There she met Hungarian film person Alexander Korda, who promoted her entry into acting. She married him later.
A rising star, she moved to the US in 1934. Samuel Goldwyn spotted and promoted her.
She was nominated for an Oscar the next year for her stellar role in The Dark Angel but lost to Bette Davies. The racial prejudice was worse in Hollywood than in Britain, so Merle had to be extra watchful and diligent in hiding her South Asian origins. Apart from central government rules against immigration and bias against migrants, Hollywood followed the Hays Code which declared inter-racial marriage, sex as crimes. Merle invented she was born in Tasmania and thus untainted white.
Doubts and rumours surfaced about her non-whiteness in spite of her face appearing white with heavy bleaching; her learning to speak Americanese and cameras specially designed to film her which showed her skin to be fairer, she felt under threat until conditions eased. The truth about her parents was revealed publicly with the publication of Charles Higham and Roy Moseley’s 1983 biography Princess Merle. Earlier when her nephew, Samuel Korda,
wanted to write her biography, she threatened to sue him and cut him out of her will. She died of a stroke at age 68 with her secret not publicly punctured.
All white Oscars invaded by colour
Even after the likes of Merle Oberon, racial prejudice was severe. The first coloured actor to win an Oscar was Hattie McDaniel for her portrayal of the loyal nanny in the O’Hara family who tightened daughter Scarlett’s corset strings to near-non-breathing tightness in the 1940 film Gone with the Wind. There was uproar and objection to an African American, then called Black, winning an Academy Award alongside Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable.
McDaniel was a singer and film and theatre actor who suffered intense racial discrimination throughout her career. Atlanta held the premier of the film since its author Margaret Mitchel lived and wrote in Atlanta. Hattie was debarred from attending the all-white premier. At the Oscars ceremony in LA, she had to sit at a segregated table at the side of the room. She gave her reason for suffering these indignities: “I can be a maid for $7 a week. Or I can play a maid for $700 a week.”
She faced discrimination even within the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) whose leader, Walter Francis White, looked down on her and other actors as “Playing the clown before the camera.” However it did force Hollywood to give more opportunities to African Americans in film roles. More help was given, probably, by outstanding stars of the likes of Sydney Poitier.
In 2016, after another all-white set of acting nominations, the #OscarsSoWhite protest movement gained global attention. Yet, the next two years also saw all Oscars being awarded to white actors. Things improved after that: more non-whites winning acting awards but also for other sections like Best Director. Mira Nair was nominated for her direction of the films Namesake and Mississippi Masala and won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language film Salaam Bombay in 1989.
Non-White stars
Plenty in this category and increasing. I will however write about two of them.
Sir Ben Kingsley
was born in Snainton near Scarborough in Yorkshire to a Gujerati father from Jamnagar and an English mother, in 1943, and named Krishna Pandit Bhanji. Within five decades of his acting career he received accolades and awards including Oscars, Bafta, Golden Globe, Grammy and Primetime Emmy. He won one Academy Award and was nominated for three more and the Britannia Award in 2013. He was honoured by the Queen by being appointed Knight Bachelor in 2002 for his service to the British film industry.
Kingsley began his acting career by joining the Royal Shakespeare Company in 1967 and continued in it for the next 15 years. The year he joined he acted in As You Like It and subsequently acted in many Shakespeare plays He was also into television roles.
The role he is best known for is Mahatma Gandhi in Richard Attenborough’s feature film Gandhi (1982). Those who saw it were suitably stunned by the close resemblance between the real Gandhi and Ben Kingsley portraying him. What I remember best are the actor’s eyes, deep and shiny showing great kindness, humility and determination too.
The film won eight Oscars including Best Actor; Best Director, Best Picture, Art Direction, Cinematography, Costume Design and Best Screenplay. It was also named by the British Film Institute the 34th greatest British film in the 20th century.
Incidentally the highest number of Oscars won in a year – 11 – are shared by three films: Ben Hur 1959; The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King 2003; Titanic 1997. West Side Story 1961 won ten Oscars. Two films won nine each: The Last Emperor 1987 and The English Patient 1996. Five films that won eight Oscars each are Slumdog Millionniare, My Fair Lady, Gandhi, From Here to Eternity, Cabaret.
Moving to the now, I include among Indian stars who have made their mark worldwide – Frieda Selena Pinto. Born in 1984 to Catholic parents from Mangalore, Karnataka, she was raised in Mumbai and schooled at St Xaviers’. Her mother was the principal of a school in West Mumbai and her father a senior branch manager for the Bank of Vadga in Bandra, West Bengal. Frieda was determined from a young age to be an actor. She turned model for two and a half years and appeared in many TV ads for products like Wrigley’s Chewing Gum. Promoted to Television producer, she visited many countries. Then she got the boost she needed to fulfill her dream: acting. She was selected to play the female lead role in the 2008 production of Slumdog Millionaire opposite Dev Patel who was selected in Britain as he was already in films. Slumdog … was directed by Danny Boyle and filmed in India, much of it in the Juhu slums which is its backdrop. It swept the awards board: Oscar, Bafta et al.
In 2020 Frieda starred as Usha Bala Chilakuri, Stanford law student and special girl friend of JD Vance, the film being about his life until he enters politics. I watched Hillbilly Elegy (2020), much about the Vice President’s mother’s battle with addiction to drugs and was struck by how closely Frieda resembled the young Mrs Vance; notwithstanding film make-up. Frieda is still very much in films, seeking roles in both Hollywood and Bollywood.
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