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Splashes of New Normal



Even we oldies and betters in this laid back country are now well and truly into the phenomenon of ‘new normal’. We assumed this new manner of mostly social integration in our behaviour, and work pattern, as we emerged from the lockdown and scary four month shut-in caused by that dread Covid 19 pest that whizzed across the entire globe and is still devastating in many countries.

‘New Normal’ is defined by Wikipedia as “a state to which an economy, society etc settles following a crisis, when this differs from the situation that prevailed prior to the start of the crisis. The term has been used in relation to the financial crisis of 2007-08, the aftermath of the 2008-12 global recession and the Covid 19 pandemic. The term was used in 2005 by Peter M Sandman and Jody Larnard in relation to methods of manipulation of public attitude towards avian influenza…”

The worst hit country – USA with India catching up fast – soon grabbed the term and used it freely. Its saner population is following stringent measures of keeping safe from the infection, in spite of laissez faire advocated by its President. A couple who entertained freely where people invited would sit from 1.00 pm to 5.00 at the lunch table had to stem all invitations. “Too hot a summer to eat out ” since eating in open spaces – gardens – is the new norm. With autumn setting in, this duo too would place tables out and serve food probably in disposable packets with disposable cutlery. Another single living man first had a meal away from home in late August since freedom in the US was curtailed (unofficially; with Trump more concerned with the economy than lives of Americans) in March. Selected are restaurants that have outside tables and disposable cutlery. Work on line from home is still the norm all across the States.


Local acquiescence to New Normal

Just as we Sri Lankans observed lockdowns and shut ourselves in our homes, barring minor karachchals in densely populated patches in Colombo and among druggies, we are much in new normal.

First our dress has changed; we are now all face-masked. A habit now so that exiting the home door is hardly ever executed with the face uncovered. Returning home from office or a jaunt, first was hugs to the children; touching with affection stay-at-home parents or a flop in a sofa to flick slipper/chappals/shoes off one’s feet. No longer. It’s first to the washbasin and a thorough hand scrub with many throwing worn clothes to the wash or at least sunning them. The sun is Covid 19’s greatest enemy, even its only, unfortunately, so far

A major breakthrough is tripping. Many are the loaded cars, hired vans, even buses that are on the roads carrying people on holiday/ pilgrimage/sight-seeing. No such luck in the States.


Personal experiences

Not even a week elapsed after the official lockdown was lifted when a friend and his wife invited me and two others to dinner at a Chinese restaurant. Only just emerging from being all masked and gloved even to buy stuff from door to door vendors (bless them!) my involuntary question:”Myee, will there be Chinese?” This restaurent was invariably full with luxury busloads of tourists from the Land of the Great Wall, now set on its Belt and Road Initiative and neo- colonialism that is enriching its state controlled population. Servers all masked and gloved with no serving by them. Dishes were placed on the table and we had to help ourselves.

Then a meal at a many starred hotel where very politely a manager advised us to don our face masks whenever we arose from our table. The sumptuous brunch buffet dishes were safely behind glass screens. One pointed out choices and it was served on a plate and handed over.

No common touching of serving spoons. Hence my son’s first admonition when I said I was having guests for lunch: equal number of spoons to guests for each dish – no common touching. My retort: you will have to buy me more cutlery! This, along with the most prominent item on display: paper serviettes and a hand sanitizer.

It was good experience staying over in hotels. The Tissawewa resthouse, now the Sanctuary at Tissawewa needed not much precaution since clientele was small during our visit. I wrote in an earlier article in this column the observance of face masks by the throng of pilgrims with however, scant attention paid to social distancing at the two most sacred Buddhist sites.

On a later date we stayed at EKHO Lake boutique hotel in Polonnaruwa. Excellent service! It is the old resthouse that sat on the bund of the Parakrama Samudra which had an extension built into the wewa to accommodate the young Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip in 1953. It underwent three complete refurbishments to emerge an excellent place of R&R with the magnificent view of the wewa, claimed to be largest man-made lake in the world. Peace, beauty and appreciation of my good fortune to visit a place such as this in one of the most ancient and highly civilized cities of ancient Lanka, enveloped me. Appreciated also was the best of Sri Lankan hospitality given by the courteous, hardworking Udesh Sasanka and his team. Again not much need of new normal as the sun shone strong and the winds blew across miles of water to be inhaled by us. I realized with a start that it was the first time I really sat near a nephew as he showed me photographs in his sophisticated cell phone. Earlier, we were so conscious of proximity.

Lunch at that most gracious, spacious, orderly Bawa designed Heritance, Dambulla, was a disaster, I am loath to say but needs be truthful. The hotel was crowded, a discount in price being offered as is the new normal practice of most hotels. We were asked to wait for our lunch until the full dining room was vacated. When we went in, social distancing seemed to be thrown to the winds. The hotel management was keen to maintain this restraint, but not the hungry, rather the greedy lunch seekers. They pushed with plates or their bodies those in front in queues forming at the various food points; broke queues and barged in to spaces left by conscientious persons and showed themselves to be salivating more severely than Pavlov’s mice. Hotels should limit the number of their clientele. Income raking should not compromise safety measures and the public really have to pay more attention to decent behaviour.


Benefits of New Normal

True some, particularly the younger persons who love their freedom and adore going about in pairs or groups, are stymied and chafe at restrictions. But we older people really do appreciate the constraints which to us have benefits.

It is accepted and almost proven beyond doubt that common infections like colds, coughs and slight rises in body temperatures are much less frequent than in pre-Covid 19 times. Of course a sore throat is not to be even considered, worse than the plague!

Temperature checking at most entrances is just taken in one’s stride. Only a pause in one’s progress forwards. I heard it said that nearing the gadget to the forehead is being replaced by arm temperature taking as some radiation enters and may be injurious to the brain. I often wonder as I pause with the gadget at forehead or arm, what the reaction would be if my temperature was higher than normal, me being an extra warm-blooded creature. Telephone hastily shouted into; sirens blasting as an ambulance approaches and me whisked to Angoda to the IDH. The other home in Angoda preferred, thank you, in these rapidly infecting Covid times!

We in this beautiful, thrice blessed island, when Kuveni’s curses do not prevail, thank our good fortune and the vigilance and self sacrificial performance of duties by the Presidential Task Force to monitor, trace and track down those affected with the wicked flu; for the ease with which we transmitted from severe lockdown to easy freedom, albeit masked and punctuated with officialdom. We have slipped quietly into the new normal. We don’t, or at least, should not gather in numbers in public places nor in restaurants and clubs. Social gatherings are gaining momentum. People are travelling around. Our dignified old way of greeting is now universal. Queues though, are still body to body lines. Why ever cannot our people realize a queue does not call for breathing on the person in front so that he feels the hot breath touch his ears and bare arms and will certainly creep into his nose! That is a custom of New Normal often broken in our country’s impatience and lack of good comportment.

May this new normal become customary and continue long since a newer normal would mean another crisis. The world has been devastated more than enough for centuries to come!

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Investigative Journalism?



I usually end up totally exhausted when I finish reading the local newspapers from the Pearl. There are so many burning questions and so much is written about them but there are no conclusions and definitely no answers. For example, we seem to have three burning issues right now and this is not in order of importance.

We have a lengthy report that has been published on the Easter Sunday carnage. Everybody knows what I am talking about. However, no one, be it an editor, a paid journalist or a single one of the many amateurs who write to the papers, has reached a conclusion or even expressed an opinion as to who was responsible. At least not a believable one! Surely there are energetic and committed young people in the field of journalism today who, if asked, or directed properly will go out and find a source that would give them at least a credible hypothesis? Or do conclusions exist and has no one the courage to publish them?

At least interview the authors or should I use the word perpetrators of that report. If they refuse to be interviewed ask them why and publish an item every day asking them why! Once you get a hold of them, cross-examine them, trap them into admissions and have no mercy. It is usually geriatrics who write these reports in the Pearl and surely a bright young journalist can catch them out with a smart question or two, or at least show us that they tried? The future of the country depends on it!

We have allegations of contaminated coconut oil been imported. These are very serious allegations and could lead to much harm to the general populace. Do you really believe that no one can find out who the importers are and what brands they sell their products under? In this the Pearl, where everyone has a price, you mean to say that if a keen young journalist was given the correct ammunition (and I don’t mean 45 calibres) and sent out on a specific message, he or she couldn’t get the information required?

We are told that a massive amount of money has been printed over the last few months. There is only speculation as to the sums involved and even more speculation as to what this means to the people of the Pearl. Surely, there are records, probably guarded by extremely lowly paid government servants. I am not condoning bribery but there is nothing left to condone, is there? There are peons in government ministries who will gladly slip you the details if you are committed enough and if you are sent there to get it by a boss who will stand by you and refuse to disclose his sources.

I put it to you, dear readers, that we do not have enough professional, committed and adequately funded news organisations in the country. We can straightaway discount the government-owned joints. We can also largely discount those being run by magnates for personal gain and on personal agendas. As far as the Internet goes, we can forget about those that specialise in speculative and sensationalist untruths, what are we left with O denizens of the Pearl? Are there enough sources of news that you would consider willing to investigate a matter and risk of life and limb and expose the culprits for the greater good of society? Can they be counted even on the fingers of one hand?

In this era when we have useless political leaders, when law and order are non-existent when the police force is a joke, it is time the fourth estate stepped up to the mark! I am sure we have the personnel; it is the commitment from the top and by this, I mean funding and the willingness to risk life and limb, that we lack. Governments over the last few decades have done their best to intimidate the press and systematically destroy any news outlet that tried to buck the usual sycophantic behaviour that is expected from them by those holding absolute power.

Do you think Richard Nixon would ever have been impeached if not for the Watergate reporting? Donald Trump partially owes his defeat to the unrelenting campaign carried out against him by the “fake news” outlets that he tried to denigrate. Trump took on too much. The fourth estate of America is too strong and too powerful to destroy in a head-to-head battle and even the most powerful man in the world, lost. Let’s not go into the merits and demerits of the victor as this is open to debate.

Now, do we have anything like that in the Pearl? Surely, with 20 million-plus “literate” people, we should? We should have over 70 years of independence built up the Fourth Estate to be proud of. One that would, if it stood strong and didn’t waver and collapse under pressure from the rulers, have ensured a better situation for our land. Here is Aotearoa with just five million people, we have journalists who keep holding the government to account. They are well-funded by newspapers and TV networks with audiences that are only a fraction of what is available in the Pearl. Some of the matters they highlight often bring a smirk of derision to my face for such matters wouldn’t even warrant one single line of newsprint, should they happen in the Pearl.

Talking of intimidation from the rulers, most of us are familiar with the nationalisation of the press, the murder and torture of journalists, the burning of presses to insidious laws been passed to curtail the activities of Journalism. These things have happened in other countries, too, but the people and press have been stronger, and they have prevailed. We are at a watershed, an absolutely crucial time. It is now that our last few credible news sources should lift their game. Give us carefully researched and accurate reports with specific conclusions, not generalisations. Refuse to disclose your sources as is your right, especially now that the myopic eye of the UNHCR is turned in our direction.

All other ways and means of saving our beloved motherland, be it government, religion, sources of law and order and even civil society leadership seems to have lapsed into the realm of theory and rhetoric. Our last chance lies with the Fourth Esate and all it stands for. I call for, nay BEG for, a favourable reaction from those decision-makers in that field, who have enough credibility left in society, DON’T LET US DOWN NOW!



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The world sees ugly side of our beauty pageants



Yes, it’s still the talk-of-the-town…not only here, but the world over – the fracas that took place at a recently held beauty pageant, in Colombo.

It’s not surprising that the local beauty scene has hit a new low because, in the past, there have been many unpleasant happenings taking place at these so-called beauty pageants.

On several occasions I have, in my articles, mentioned that the state, or some responsible authority, should step in and monitor these events – lay down rules and guidelines, and make sure that everything is above board.

My suggestions, obviously, have fallen on deaf ears, and this is the end result – our beauty pageants have become the laughing stock the world over; talk show hosts are creating scenes, connected with the recent incidents, to amuse their audience.

Australians had the opportunity of enjoying this scenario, so did folks in Canada – via talk show hosts, discussing our issue, and bringing a lot of fun, and laughter, into their discussions!

Many believe that some of these pageants are put together, by individuals…solely to project their image, or to make money, or to have fun with the participants.

And, there are also pageants, I’m told, where the winner is picked in advance…for various reasons, and the finals are just a camouflage. Yes, and rigging, too, takes place.

I was witnessed to one such incident where I was invited to be a judge for the Talent section of a beauty contest.

There were three judges, including me, and while we were engrossed in what we were assigned to do, I suddenly realised that one of the contestants was known to me…as a good dancer.

But, here’s the catch! Her number didn’t tally with the name on the scoresheet, given to the judges.

When I brought this to the notice of the organiser, her sheepish reply was that these contestants would have switched numbers in the dressing room.

Come on, they are no babes!

On another occasion, an organiser collected money from the mother of a contestant, promising to send her daughter for the finals, in the Philippines.

It never happened and she had lots of excuses not to return the money, until a police entry was made.

Still another episode occurred, at one of these so-called pageants, where the organiser promised to make a certain contestant the winner…for obvious reasons.

The judges smelt something fishy and made certain that their scoresheets were not tampered with, and their choice was crowned the winner.

The contestant, who was promised the crown, went onto a frenzy, with the organiser being manhandled.

I’m also told there are organisers who promise contestants the crown if they could part with a very high fee (Rs.500,000 and above!), and also pay for their air ticket.

Some even ask would-be contestants to check out sponsors, on behalf of the organisers. One wonders what that would entail!

Right now, in spite of the pandemic, that is crippling the whole world, we are going ahead with beauty pageants…for whose benefit!

Are the organisers adhering to the Covid-19 health guidelines? No way. Every rule is disregarded.

The recently-held contest saw the contestants, on the move, for workshops, etc., with no face masks, and no social distancing.

They were even seen in an open double-decker bus, checking out the city of Colombo…with NO FACE MASKS.

Perhaps, the instructions given by Police Spokesman DIG Ajith Rohana, and Army Commander, General Shavendra Silva, mean nothing to the organisers of these beauty pageants…in this pandemic setting.

My sincere advice to those who are keen to participate in such events is to check, and double check. Or else, you will end up being deceived…wasting your money, time, and energy.

For the record, when it comes to international beauty pageants for women, Miss World, Miss Universe, Miss Earth and Miss International are the four titles which reign supreme.

In pageantry, these competitions are referred to as the ‘Big Four.’

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Better use of vanity projects; Cass apologises, and New Year graciousness



A wise one, with the interests of the country at heart, calling himself ‘A Member of the Silent Majority’, wrote in The Island of Friday, April 9, offering an excellent solution for the better and genuine use of the Mattala Mahinda Rajapaksa International Airport which was built at a stupendous cost to both the Treasury, and wildlife abundant in the area, to satisfy an ego and sycophants’ cries of Hail to the King. Even sans Covid and lockdowns and shut downs of airports, the Mattala Airport was a white elephant, endangering and displacing the black elephants, roaming along their familiar corridors; receiving such few airplanes. Thus, as the writer Cass mentions says, convert the airport to a super hotel with excellent and sure-fire access to wildlife watching, like referred to hotels in Kenya and elsewhere. Yes, it will definitely be a bigger money earner than an airport waiting for a plane to land. Expensive equipment going rusty could be transferred to smaller airports being developed all over the island. There was such a hue and cry when storerooms, within the deserted airport, were used for paddy storage, but not even a whimper of concerted protest when the vanity projects were being built. We also heard that on the rare occasions a plane was to land/take off, peacocks in the area were shot at to prevent them flying into the planes. Aney, what a sin, just to have a name on a nameboard! Use the Suriyawewa Cricket Stadium too for a better purpose and less costly to water and maintain green in near desert climate conditions. What about a residential training institute for youth, perhaps in small industries? If the king-sized ego demands the name be present, OK, leave it. What’s in a name?

Any matter, financial or economic, with benefit to country buttressing it – refer to Dr Harsha de Silva and Eran Wickremaratne. Likewise, anything pertaining to fauna, flora and preservation of natural habitats ask Devani Jayathilake. Cassandra would give two years of her life (she does not have 10 left, she suspects) to know what the answers of the three wise and sincere ones mentioned would be to the proposal to convert the Mattala Airport, oops sorry – Mattala Mahinda Rajapaksa International Airport – to a 7 star hotel for wildlife watching and then tourists proceeding to Yala and other places that were touted to be reached easier if planes brimful of tourists, landed in Mattala. Pipe dream even sans Covid-19.

The thought of the millions, nay billions, our country was indebted to China to construct these vanity projects aka white elephants of the Rajapaksa fiefdom sends Cass’s blood racing in her contracting veins. And now another hair-brained scheme is being exposed, not new but re-exposed: that of the stupendous amount sent direct from the Central Bank with no nod, as reported, from the then Cabinet or Parliament, to an American-resident con-man to improve our appearance on the world stage or at least American stage. My word!! Cosmetics of creams and colours and such like can improve the face of an already beautiful woman. But a country that was once beautiful, glorified, accepted internationally and then politician-spoilt, cannot be redeemed by PR work, however expensively. Nivard Cabraal was the then Govenor of the CB. Of course, as every Banda, Singho and their women say, nothing will come of this. Powerful political sweeping under the carpet in the presence of cardboard administrators and sycophantic hosanna singers, makes the matter disappear and not merely hides it. Unless of course there are enough intrepid outers-of-truths and persistent protestors, brave and national minded enough to continuously tease the matter like a cat its caught rat. Ranjan is locked away in hard labour for four solid years, losing his Parliamentary seat for misusing the gift of his gab, while convicted murderers of the right colour attend Parliament, escorted and all.

Cass apologises

To the reigning Mrs World, Mrs Caroline Jurie, for crowning, uncrowning and recrowning of the winner of the recent Mrs Sri Lanka contest. Caroline Jurie took this stride because the winning contestant was four years on the way to being a divorcee, which status forbids a woman from attempting to wear the crown of Mrs…. (country) with a view to becoming Mrs World. This title and honour is bestowed on a woman who promotes, holds sacred the institution of marriage and is a married woman. Cass castigated Caroline Jurie without knowing then the fact that Jurie had protested about this candidate being considered due to her impending divorce; and allowed to contest. She said she withdrew from the panel of judges since her point was not taken by the others. WHY is the Q. Easy to answer. The new beauty queen of shaky married status was a loud speaker in favour of Presidential Candidate Gotabaya R in Polonnaruwa (captured on social media) and probably spoke on stages for SLPP Parliamentary candidates. So of course she was slated to win; vision impaired over rules and future probabilities, She has her height – one advantage. Beauty can always be dexterously rubbed and painted in. But honesty is important and cannot be cloned or grafted in.

Cass now definitely faults the new Mrs Sri Lanka. She should not have contested, having her papers sent in for divorce and not retracted. What happens when she wins the divorce (or her husband wins it, however the divorce was first mooted). Another local contest? And if the divorce was still pending and she went overseas at great expense and won THE crown or a lesser one. To be returned forthwith when she has to remove the present gold band from her third finger, which probably she has already removed but hastily wore for the contest and when preparing for it? This is why Cass avows that many young women particularly, are so very selfish and forward and uppity and even dishonest now. In Cass’ time and even a decade or two later, a girl would never do what this new beauty has done, flipped aside a core rule and necessity of the contest, just to win by honest means or foul. Way the country’s going, my friend.

Post – Aluth Avurudhu

Cassandra is stuffed gill-high with kavun, aluwa and crunchy kokis, preceded by kiributh and lunumiris. She is fending for herself because a dip in Covid numbers and having had the jab, her domestic wished to enjoy a family new year having missed the last one, locked down as we were. Cass made her own kiributh – tasting somewhat like it should, but the sweets were all gifted her. So, also the offers of help, sleep-ins at others’ homes and solicitous frequent inquiries of ‘how are you?’ Kind and gracious relatives and friends, acquaintances too are thanked; and the most appreciated being neighbouring kitchen helps and care givers. Three-wheeler drivers who spin Cass around on errands too make enquiries. And thus her thoughts when resuming work at the nekath time and word processing this article. Sri Lankans are such good people: kind, caring, willing to share and genuine. And then specters themselves on this very sunny landscape: the dishonest, selfish, revengeful and disgraceful. Shrug them off, clear the mental picture and pronounce thank goodness for goodness around.

May all of us (decent people) have a very good year to follow today –Subha Aluth Avuruddhak!

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