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Peradeniya, President of the Students Council and kidnapping Sir. Ivor Jennings

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(Excerpted from The Jetwing Story and the life of Herbert Cooray by Shiromal Cooray)


Herbert Cooray joined the University of Ceylon in 1946. The university, then graduating its second generation of students, had had a slow start. Approved by the colonial government in 1912, it had not opened its doors until 1921, and still operated as a single college in Colombo. Herbert was among the first batch of students to be transferred to its new campus, recently opened at Peradeniya, by Queen Elizabeth II.

The schoolboy rebel found in the open atmosphere of university life a more appropriate theatre for his periodic confrontations with authority. Students, unlike schoolboys, are nominal adults whose right to speak out on matters of adult concern is assumed. Herbert, who had always chafed under the restraints of authority and convention, was quickly swept up by the nationalist, anti-imperial feeling then prevalent among young Ceylonese intellectuals.

His natural aversion to colonial customs and traditions flourished in this friendly soil. Soon, he was a highly visible campus activist and a candidate for president of the Students’ Council. He was also a member of the Lanka Sama Samaja Party, a Trotskyite movement which he joined in 1952.

The election campaign for the presidency was Herbert Cooray’s baptism into the public eye.

It was an era of firebrands – A.E. Goonasinha, the trade-union boss and populist demagogue, set the pattern and Herbert soon showed himself as incendiary as any that came before him. By then it was 1948, and Ceylon had already gained its independence, yet nationalist sentiment was, if anything, more fervent than ever. Education and education policy became battlegrounds of ideology, and university intellectuals saw themselves as being in the forefront of the struggle. Yet the pace of change was too slow for young Herbert Cooray; his presidential campaign was founded on a platform of ‘out with the old, in with the new’.

He and his supporters worked hard, even frantically, to get him elected. While the committees he appointed set about the tasks of manifesto writing, canvassing and propaganda, Herby talked himself hoarse on platforms and in lecture halls. His funds were scanty, and he could only afford to serve tea without milk a brew whose astringency complemented his fiery speechmaking at his meetings. But people came anyway, and when the election was held and the results tallied, Herbert Cooray was found to have won the presidency of the Student’s Council of the University of Ceylon.

Thus began a difficult time for Sir Ivor Jennings, Vice-Chancellor, a man who might be thought to have had enough on his plate already. In addition to cajoling politicians, acting as a peacemaker between wrangling bureaucrats and fielding brickbats from the popular press, Sir Ivor now became the hapless object of Herbert’s unionist demands and protest campaigns. On one occasion, he was actually taken hostage by the youthful unionist and his colleagues.

Doubtless the incident was memorable for all concerned; certainly Herbert loved to regale his friends in later years with stories of how he waited in ambush with his fellow activists, followed the VC’s car down the drive, intercepted the poor man as he alighted from the vehicle and escorted him to the room where he was to be (albeit briefly) incarcerated.

Herbert also took great pride in having organized the first student strike at the university. The action earned him the wrath of his father, but by this time Herbert was well accustomed to the rebukes of his elders. His father often worried what new scrape his son would get into. In his own mind Herbert was certain of the rightness of his cause; moreover, his fellow activists and students admired and looked up to him. Many remained his firm friends for life, even as they built their own eminent and influential careers in business, politics and public service.

Amidst all this revolutionary ferment, Herbert Cooray never forgot the lesson he had learnt, many years before, from a caustic Christian Brother. He remained a dedicated student of sociology, displaying a talent for the subject that led one of his professors, James Bryce, to enlist his assistance in researching material for a monograph on the Ceylonese caste system. The book, when it appeared, carried a generous acknowledgment of Herbert’s contribution. The experience also sparked an interest in Herbert himself, who would continue to be intrigued by caste for the rest of his life.

He then dropped out of University, just before his final exams. This was followed by a brief spell at Law College, notable mostly in that it was here he first met the Perera family consisting of three brothers and a sister, with whom he forged lifelong friendships. Fellow Catholics hailing from Kotahena, the Pereras treated Herbert as a member of their own family. The second-oldest brother, Lucien, would later become his lawyer, confidante and business partner.

Uncertain about what career to follow, Herbert left Law College and took up a position teaching English at Gurukula Vidyalaya, Kelaniya. But the job lacked stimulation, so he decided to give the mercantile sector a try. Along with two similarly-placed friends, he joined Harrison & Crossfield’s as an Insurance Executive- essentially a salesman who received an inadequate salary eked out with commissions on the policies he sold.

He enjoyed the work and the freedom of having an income of his own, but what impressed him most was the clear link between effort and reward – the better and harder you worked, the more you earned. An instinctive meritocrat from childhood onward, Herbert had found his metier. The year was 1956, and the transformation from student socialist to successful entrepreneurial capitalist had begun.

With his first salary and commission Herbert bought a Rolex watch, which he lovingly wore for over 40 years before handing it on to his son Hiran. The watch, which cost him Rs.750, was recently valued in Switzerland; the appreciation in it was phenomenal. It was the first of many canny investments by the former campus radical.

To his parents, eager to see their restless son settle down, even a salesman’s job must have seemed like relative stability. At any rate, the job made their gainfully employed son a suitable marital prospect. In those days, Sri Lankans usually married by arrangement, and Herbert had already received several proposals. One of these bore fruit just before his 28th birthday, at All Saint’s Church, Borella, on January 17, 1957, Herbert Cooray wed Josephine Perera, a pretty 21-year old, whose father was a landowner and businessman with interests that included a bus company, coir milling and brick manufacturing. An appropriate match for the son of a building contractor!

The wedding was followed by a reception at Galle Face Hotel, after which the newlyweds began their life together at Herbert’s parents’ home in Ragama. By this time Neville- the sedate, steady elder brother who had graduated as a doctor, was married and had left the family home, leaving his parents and his younger sister Lilian. However, the family was soon to be augmented by the birth of Herbert’s first daughter, Shiromal. Needing more space, the couple moved into a house of their own at Dankotuwa in 1959, a gift from Josephine’s father. There they would stay until Herbert built his own home at Mattumagala, Welisera in 1962.

Gone were the days of rebellion and confrontation. Newly settled, Herbert now channeled his restless spirit into a penchant for travel and adventure. As a member of the LSSP, he had already visited Moscow as a youth delegate to the Annual Party Conference in 1956. Now he wanted to see more of the world. His wife, newly delivered of a baby girl, could not travel with him; instead, his traveling companions were two former university colleagues, Bandu Manukulasuriya and Sanath Saparamadu. They, too, were newly married with young families, but the prospect of a Grand World Tour was irresistible.

The trio bought one-way tickets to the UK, arriving there in early 1959. They toured the British Isles, afterwards taking the ferry to France. In Paris Herbert bought himself a brand new Peugeot 203, which became their conveyance for the rest of the tour. The doughty Peugeot carried them faithfully through many adventures and escapades along a route that took in Eastern Europe, the USSR, Afghanistan and finally India, whence a second ferry carried them to Jaffna and home.

The long journey forged a lasting bond between car and driver; though he owned many other cars (Peugeots, mainly!), the old 203 was used occasionally until the late 1980s. It even helped him start his first business, being offered as collateral to secure a bank loan in order to fulfill a building contract, in 1963.

Whatever the make of Herbert’s cars, they tended to be red. His fondness for the colour was a memento of his Bolshevik years perhaps- and also, perhaps a private, ironic comment on how far he had traveled in life since those early, idealistic days.

His father continued to worry about his younger son and wished he would settle down soon. He confided to a friend, “One day he will do me proud!”. Unfortunately his father passed away in 1964, just two years after Herbert had set up his first company, N J Cooray Builders Ltd. Herbert’s mother, a woman of great substance and courage, whom he adored and took great care of until her death, just two months prior to his own demise, believed in her son and was a constant support throughout his life. Herbert would recall the many escapades that got him into trouble with his father and then the mother coming into rescue him from further wrath.



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Trump’s Interregnum

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Since taking office again Donald Trump has signed a blizzard of executive orders

Trump is full of surprises; he is both leader and entertainer. Nearly nine hours into a long flight, a journey that had to U-turn over technical issues and embark on a new flight, Trump came straight to the Davos stage and spoke for nearly two hours without a sip of water. What he spoke about in Davos is another issue, but the way he stands and talks is unique in this 79-year-old man who is defining the world for the worse. Now Trump comes up with the Board of Peace, a ticket to membership that demands a one-billion-dollar entrance fee for permanent participation. It works, for how long nobody knows, but as long as Trump is there it might. Look at how many Muslim-majority and wealthy countries accepted: Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Egypt, Jordan, Qatar, Pakistan, Indonesia, and the United Arab Emirates are ready to be on board. Around 25–30 countries reportedly have already expressed the willingness to join.

The most interesting question, and one rarely asked by those who speak about Donald J. Trump, is how much he has earned during the first year of his second term. Liberal Democrats, authoritarian socialists, non-aligned misled-path walkers hail and hate him, but few look at the financial outcome of his politics. His wealth has increased by about three billion dollars, largely due to the crypto economy, which is why he pardoned the founder of Binance, the China-born Changpeng Zhao. “To be rich like hell,” is what Trump wanted. To fault line liberal democracy, Trump is the perfect example. What Trump is doing — dismantling the old façade of liberal democracy at the very moment it can no longer survive — is, in a way, a greater contribution to the West. But I still respect the West, because the West still has a handful of genuine scholars who do not dare to look in the mirror and accept the havoc their leaders created in the name of humanity.

Democracy in the Arab world was dismantled by the West. You may be surprised, but that is the fact. Elizabeth Thompson of American University, in her book How the West Stole Democracy from the Arabs, meticulously details how democracy was stolen from the Arabs. “No ruler, no matter how exalted, stood above the will of the nation,” she quotes Arab constitutional writing, adding that “the people are the source of all authority.” These are not the words of European revolutionaries, nor of post-war liberal philosophers; they were spoken, written and enacted in Syria in 1919–1920 by Arab parliamentarians, Islamic reformers and constitutionalists who believed democracy to be a universal right, not a Western possession. Members of the Syrian Arab Congress in Damascus, the elected assembly that drafted a democratic constitution declaring popular sovereignty — were dissolved by French colonial forces. That was the past; now, with the Board of Peace, the old remnants return in a new form.

Trump got one thing very clear among many others: Western liberal ideology is nothing but sophisticated doublespeak dressed in various forms. They go to West Asia, which they named the Middle East, and bomb Arabs; then they go to Myanmar and other places to protect Muslims from Buddhists. They go to Africa to “contribute” to livelihoods, while generations of people were ripped from their homeland, taken as slaves and sold.

How can Gramsci, whose 135th birth anniversary fell this week on 22 January, help us escape the present social-political quagmire? Gramsci was writing in prison under Mussolini’s fascist regime. He produced a body of work that is neither a manifesto nor a programme, but a theory of power that understands domination not only as coercion but as culture, civil society and the way people perceive their world. In the Prison Notebooks he wrote, “The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old world is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid phenomena appear.” This is not a metaphor. Gramsci was identifying the structural limbo that occurs when foundational certainties collapse but no viable alternative has yet emerged.

The relevance of this insight today cannot be overstated. We are living through overlapping crises: environmental collapse, fragmentation of political consensus, erosion of trust in institutions, the acceleration of automation and algorithmic governance that replaces judgment with calculation, and the rise of leaders who treat geopolitics as purely transactional. Slavoj Žižek, in his column last year, reminded us that the crisis is not temporary. The assumption that history’s forward momentum will automatically yield a better future is a dangerous delusion. Instead, the present is a battlefield where what we thought would be the new may itself contain the seeds of degeneration. Trump’s Board of Peace, with its one-billion-dollar gatekeeping model, embodies this condition: it claims to address global violence yet operates on transactional logic, prioritizing wealth over justice and promising reconstruction without clear mechanisms of accountability or inclusion beyond those with money.

Gramsci’s critique helps us see this for what it is: not a corrective to global disorder, but a reenactment of elite domination under a new mechanism. Gramsci did not believe domination could be maintained by force alone; he argued that in advanced societies power rests on gaining “the consent and the active participation of the great masses,” and that domination is sustained by “the intellectual and moral leadership” that turns the ruling class’s values into common sense. It is not coercion alone that sustains capitalism, but ideological consensus embedded in everyday institutions — family, education, media — that make the existing order appear normal and inevitable. Trump’s Board of Peace plays directly into this mode: styled as a peace-building institution, it gains legitimacy through performance and symbolic endorsement by diverse member states, while the deeper structures of inequality and global power imbalance remain untouched.

Worse, the Board’s structure, with contributions determining permanence, mimics the logic of a marketplace for geopolitical influence. It turns peace into a commodity, something to be purchased rather than fought for through sustained collective action addressing the root causes of conflict. But this is exactly what today’s democracies are doing behind the scenes while preaching rules-based order on the stage. In Gramsci’s terms, this is transformismo — the absorption of dissent into frameworks that neutralize radical content and preserve the status quo under new branding.

If we are to extract a path out of this impasse, we must recognize that the current quagmire is more than political theatre or the result of a flawed leader. It arises from a deeper collapse of hegemonic frameworks that once allowed societies to function with coherence. The old liberal order, with its faith in institutions and incremental reform, has lost its capacity to command loyalty. The new order struggling to be born has not yet articulated a compelling vision that unifies disparate struggles — ecological, economic, racial, cultural — into a coherent project of emancipation rather than fragmentation.

To confront Trump’s phenomenon as a portal — as Žižek suggests, a threshold through which history may either proceed to annihilation or re-emerge in a radically different form — is to grasp Gramsci’s insistence that politics is a struggle for meaning and direction, not merely for offices or policies. A Gramscian approach would not waste energy on denunciation alone; it would engage in building counter-hegemony — alternative institutions, discourses, and practices that lay the groundwork for new popular consent. It would link ecological justice to economic democracy, it would affirm the agency of ordinary people rather than treating them as passive subjects, and it would reject the commodification of peace.

Gramsci’s maxim “pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will” captures this attitude precisely: clear-eyed recognition of how deep and persistent the crisis is, coupled with an unflinching commitment to action. In an age where AI and algorithmic governance threaten to redefine humanity’s relation to decision-making, where legitimacy is increasingly measured by currency flows rather than human welfare, Gramsci offers not a simple answer but a framework to understand why the old certainties have crumbled and how the new might still be forged through collective effort. The problem is not the lack of theory or insight; it is the absence of a political subject capable of turning analysis into a sustained force for transformation. Without a new form of organized will, the interregnum will continue, and the world will remain trapped between the decay of the old and the absence of the new.

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India, middle powers and the emerging global order

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Designed by the victors and led by the US, its institutions — from the United Nations system to Bretton Woods — were shaped to preserve western strategic and economic primacy. Yet despite their self-serving elements, these arrangements helped maintain a degree of global stability, predictability and prosperity for nearly eight decades. That order is now under strain.

This was evident even at Davos, where US President Donald Trump — despite deep differences with most western allies — framed western power and prosperity as the product of a shared and “very special” culture, which he argued must be defended and strengthened. The emphasis on cultural inheritance, rather than shared rules or institutions, underscored how far the language of the old order has shifted.

As China’s rise accelerates and Russia grows more assertive, the US appears increasingly sceptical of the very system it once championed. Convinced that multilateral institutions constrain American freedom of action, and that allies have grown complacent under the security umbrella, Washington has begun to prioritise disruption over adaptation — seeking to reassert supremacy before its relative advantage diminishes further.

What remains unclear is what vision, if any, the US has for a successor order. Beyond a narrowly transactional pursuit of advantage, there is little articulation of a coherent alternative framework capable of delivering stability in a multipolar world.

The emerging great powers have not yet filled this void. India and China, despite their growing global weight and civilisational depth, have largely responded tactically to the erosion of the old order rather than advancing a compelling new one. Much of their diplomacy has focused on navigating uncertainty, rather than shaping the terms of a future settlement. Traditional middle powers — Japan, Germany, Australia, Canada and others — have also tended to react rather than lead. Even legacy great powers such as the United Kingdom and France, though still relevant, appear constrained by alliance dependencies and domestic pressures.

st Asia, countries such as Saudi Arabia and the UAE have begun to pursue more autonomous foreign policies, redefining their regional and global roles. The broader pattern is unmistakable. The international system is drifting toward fragmentation and narrow transactionalism, with diminishing regard for shared norms or institutional restraint.

Recent precedents in global diplomacy suggest a future in which arrangements are episodic and power-driven. Long before Thucydides articulated this logic in western political thought, the Mahabharata warned that in an era of rupture, “the strong devour the weak like fish in water” unless a higher order is maintained. Absent such an order, the result is a world closer to Mad Max than to any sustainable model of global governance.

It is precisely this danger that Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney alluded to in his speech at Davos on Wednesday. Warning that “if great powers abandon even the pretense of rules and values for the unhindered pursuit of their power and interests, the gains from transactionalism will become harder to replicate,” Carney articulated a concern shared by many middle powers. His remarks underscored a simple truth: Unrestrained power politics ultimately undermine even those who believe they benefit from them.

Carney’s intervention also highlights a larger opportunity. The next phase of the global order is unlikely to be shaped by a single hegemon. Instead, it will require a coalition — particularly of middle powers — that have a shared interest in stability, openness and predictability, and the credibility to engage across ideological and geopolitical divides. For many middle powers, the question now is not whether the old order is fraying, but who has the credibility and reach to help shape what comes next.

This is where India’s role becomes pivotal. India today is no longer merely a balancing power. It is increasingly recognised as a great power in its own right, with strong relations across Europe, the Indo-Pacific, West Asia, Africa and Latin America, and a demonstrated ability to mobilise the Global South. While India’s relationship with Canada has experienced periodic strains, there is now space for recalibration within a broader convergence among middle powers concerned about the direction of the international system.

One available platform is India’s current chairmanship of BRICS — if approached with care. While often viewed through the prism of great-power rivalry, BRICS also brings together diverse emerging and middle powers with a shared interest in reforming, rather than dismantling, global governance. Used judiciously, it could complement existing institutions by helping articulate principles for a more inclusive and functional order.

More broadly, India is uniquely placed to convene an initial core group of like-minded States — middle powers, and possibly some open-minded great powers — to begin a serious conversation about what a new global order should look like. This would not be an exercise in bloc-building or institutional replacement, but an effort to restore legitimacy, balance and purpose to international cooperation. Such an endeavour will require political confidence and the willingness to step into uncharted territory. History suggests that moments of transition reward those prepared to invest early in ideas and institutions, rather than merely adapt to outcomes shaped by others.

The challenge today is not to replicate Bretton Woods or San Francisco, but to reimagine their spirit for a multipolar age — one in which power is diffused, interdependence unavoidable, and legitimacy indispensable. In a world drifting toward fragmentation, India has the credibility, relationships and confidence to help anchor that effort — if it chooses to lead.

(The Hindustan Times)

(Milinda Moragoda is a former Cabinet Minister and diplomat from Sri Lanka and founder of the Pathfinder Foundation, a strategic affairs think tank. this article can read on

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The Wilwatte (Mirigama) train crash of 1964 as I recall

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Back in 1964, I was working as DMO at Mirigama Government Hospital when a major derailment of the Talaimannar/Colombo train occurred at the railway crossing in Wilwatte, near the DMO’s quarters. The first major derailment, according to records, took place in Katukurunda on March 12, 1928, when there was a head-on collision between two fast-moving trains near Katukurunda, resulting in the deaths of 28 people.

Please permit me to provide details concerning the regrettable single train derailment involving the Talaimannar Colombo train, which occurred in October 1964 at the Wilwatte railway crossing in Mirigama.

This is the first time I’m openly sharing what happened on that heartbreaking morning, as I share the story of the doctor who cared for all the victims. The Health Minister, the Health Department, and our community truly valued my efforts.

By that time, I had qualified with the Primary FRCS and gained valuable surgical experience as a registrar at the General Hospital in Colombo. I was hopeful to move to the UK to pursue the final FRCS degree and further training. Sadly, all scholarships were halted by Hon. Felix Dias Bandaranaike, the finance minister in the Bandaranaike government in 1961.

Consequently, I was transferred to Mirigama as the District Medical Officer in 1964. While training as an emerging surgeon without completing the final fellowship in the United Kingdom, I established an operating theatre in one of the hospital’s large rooms. A colleague at the Central Medical Stores in Maradana assisted me in acquiring all necessary equipment for the operating theatre, unofficially. Subsequently, I commenced performing minor surgeries under spinal anaesthesia and local anaesthesia. Fortunately, I was privileged to have a theatre-trained nursing sister and an attendant trainee at the General Hospital in Colombo.

Therefore, I was prepared to respond to any accidental injuries. I possessed a substantial stock of plaster of Paris rolls for treating fractures, and all suture material for cuts.

I was thoroughly prepared for any surgical mishaps, enabling me to manage even the most significant accidental incidents.

On Saturday, October 17, 1964, the day of the train derailment at the railway crossing at Wilwatte, Mirigama, along the Main railway line near Mirigama, my house officer, Janzse, called me at my quarters and said, “Sir, please come promptly; numerous casualties have been admitted to the hospital following the derailment.”

I asked him whether it was an April Fool’s stunt. He said, ” No, Sir, quite seriously.

I promptly proceeded to the hospital and directly accessed the operating theatre, preparing to attend to the casualties.

Meanwhile, I received a call from the site informing me that a girl was trapped on a railway wagon wheel and may require amputation of her limb to mobilise her at the location along the railway line where she was entrapped.

My theatre staff transported the surgical equipment to the site. The girl was still breathing and was in shock. A saline infusion was administered, and under local anaesthesia, I successfully performed the limb amputation and transported her to the hospital with my staff.

On inquiring, she was an apothecary student going to Colombo for the final examination to qualify as an apothecary.

Although records indicate that over forty passengers perished immediately, I recollect that the number was 26.

Over a hundred casualties, and potentially a greater number, necessitate suturing of deep lacerations, stabilisation of fractures, application of plaster, and other associated medical interventions.

No patient was transferred to Colombo for treatment. All casualties received care at this base hospital.

All the daily newspapers and other mass media commended the staff team for their commendable work and the attentive care provided to all casualties, satisfying their needs.

The following morning, the Honourable Minister of Health, Mr M. D. H. Jayawardena, and the Director of Health Services, accompanied by his staff, arrived at the hospital.

I did the rounds with the official team, bed by bed, explaining their injuries to the minister and director.

Casualties expressed their commendation to the hospital staff for the care they received.

The Honourable Minister engaged me privately at the conclusion of the rounds. He stated, “Doctor, you have been instrumental in our success, and the public is exceedingly appreciative, with no criticism. As a token of gratitude, may I inquire how I may assist you in return?”

I got the chance to tell him that I am waiting for a scholarship to proceed to the UK for my Fellowship and further training.

Within one month, the government granted me a scholarship to undertake my fellowship in the United Kingdom, and I subsequently travelled to the UK in 1965.

On the third day following the incident, Mr Don Rampala, the General Manager of Railways, accompanied by his deputy, Mr Raja Gopal, visited the hospital. A conference was held at which Mr Gopal explained and demonstrated the circumstances of the derailment using empty matchboxes.

He explained that an empty wagon was situated amid the passenger compartments. At the curve along the railway line at Wilwatte, the engine driver applied the brakes to decelerate, as Mirigama Railway Station was only a quarter of a mile distant.

The vacant wagon was lifted and transported through the air. All passenger compartments behind the wagon derailed, whereas the engine and the frontcompartments proceeded towards the station without the engine driver noticing the mishap.

After this major accident, I was privileged to be invited by the General Manager of the railways for official functions until I left Mirigama.

The press revealed my identity as the “Wilwatte Hero”.

This document presents my account of the Wilwatte historic train derailment, as I distinctly recall it.

Recalled by Dr Harold Gunatillake to serve the global Sri Lankan community with dedication. ✍️

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