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THE WINDS OF CHANGE – Part 32
CONFESSIONS OF A GLOBAL GYPSY
By Dr. Chandana (Chandi) Jayawardena DPhil
President – Chandi J. Associates Inc. Consulting, Canada
Founder & Administrator – Global Hospitality Forum
chandij@sympatico.ca
End of the Hotel Union
The Manager of the Coral Gardens Hotel, Major Siri Samarakoon was convinced that the results of the general election in 1977 indicated the end of socialist unions in Sri Lanka. Leftist parties which controlled these unions had lost all their seats in the parliament. He was determined to bring the number of members in the hotel union to zero by the end of July, 1977. Sabinus Fernando, a member of the management team with the longest experience in handling tough unions, was entrusted with specific tasks to reach Major’s goal.
Sabinus was successful in choreographing mass resignations of full-time employees from the union. Losing the political power of the union plus the fear of Major’s ‘bull in a china shop’ attitude, actions and reputation, coupled with Sabinus’ attractive incentives, helped to increase resignations from the union. After a week, only a handful of employees were still members of the union. During his rounds Major kept on asking employees he met if they had resigned from the union. Most employees avoided meeting Major and kept their distance from him. During this hostile period, as the Assistant Manager, I kept a low profile.
By early-August, 1977, when Major was checking the monthly accounts, he became angry to note that one employee was still paying union fees. He asked the secretary, “Ganeshalingam, check with the accounts department, and get me the name of the single employee still paying fees to the bloody union!” He was informed that it was Van Dort, the person in charge of the changing room, with whom Major had a confrontation on his first day at the hotel, five months earlier.
Major became angrier, and screamed. “Summon Van Dort, now!” When a nervous looking Van Dort came to our office, Major asked, “How come that you have not resigned from the union?” “Sir, I am not able to read or to write” Van Dort sheepishly confessed in a very low voice. Major immediately dictated a letter of resignation from the union and told Van Dort, “Here sign on this dotted line, you uneducated idiot!” That was the end of the Coral Gardens Hotel union.
End of the Village Problems
Soon after that Major focused on the village problems which included beach boys, touts and vendors who appeared in large numbers during each tourist season. Fisherman leaving their boats on the beach right in front of the hotel, in spite of security guards requesting them not to do so, was a year around issue. On hearing about this problem, Major said, “Chandana, get ready quickly, we are going to the Boossa Army camp to meet the commanding officer, a good friend of mine.” On our way Major explained to me that this army camp is where the 61 Infantry Division Headquarters was established in 1971, during the insurgency.
During our visit to the camp, Major told the Commander there, “Colonel Wickremanayake, Chandana will be a good candidate to become a volunteer Second Lieutenant. He held the rank of Corporal of the National Cadet Corps when he was at Ananda College. Chandana is a sportsman and was also one of the four House Captains for athletics when he was in grade 12 at Ananda”, Major boasted. The Colonel was impressed and said, “Sure, I will recommend you to the Commanding Officer of the Sri Lanka Army Volunteer Force.” He then introduced to me his son, Roshan, who also had studied at the same school.

After socializing at the army camp with its top brass, we returned to the hotel with two tough-looking Sergeant Majors in their army uniforms. They hardly spoke during the short drive. Major and I took them to the beach and showed where the defiant fishermen kept their boats, obstructing the beach entrance to the hotel. “Sir, leave this in our hands. We will find the culprits and solve the issue, immediately” one Sergeant Major told Major, and saluted standing at attention.
We returned to the office while two of them went to the town inquiring for the names of the owners of those boats. An hour later the two Sergeant Majors returned to our office and reported the good news. They found and warned the fisherman responsible and the boats were immediately relocated elsewhere further away from the hotel. After that incident the village problems were reduced drastically.
The only continuing occasional problem was a loud noise made within the hotel premises by a powerful local thug, whenever he was under the influence of liquor. Security Guards were scared of this individual who was armed. Soon after Major heard about this challenge, he came out of his apartment carrying a pistol and at point-blank shot one of the earlobes of this thug. Soon after that Major called the Inspector of Police for Hikkaduwa and made an official complaint that the thug threatened to kill him. The Major’s action was justified as self-defence. That was the last problem the hotel faced from the locals. Major commenced boasting to everyone he met. He described in detail how during his first five months at Coral Gardens Hotel he single handed solved the two key challenges the management of the hotel had faced over a period of ten years – the union and the village problems.
Major loved to hear various rumours were spreading about his unusual behaviour pattern, including raising a leopard cub as a pet in his apartment. As a result, room boys who cleaned our apartments were petrified in coming to Major’s apartment. Some of these rumours were not true, but he did not mind as long as people feared him. Major gave me the impression that he had been given licence for violence by the head office!
A couple of years later when I watched Francis Ford Coppola’s classic motion picture – ‘Apocalypse Now’, I could not stop thinking of Major Siri Samarakoon. Marlon Brando’s brilliant portrayal of Colonel Kurtz, once a promising military officer turned in to something else, was simply mesmerising and shocking at the same time.

More than a Pen Pal
Everything soon became calm at the Coral Gardens Hotel. Low occupancy, no union, no village problems and Major being away from the hotel frequently all contributed to a quiet summer. One day, I received a long letter from Sweden. It was from Miss Marie Blom (Blondie), a friend I met for two short days in Negombo in 1974, just after graduating from the Ceylon Hotel School. She was 19 then and one year younger to me.
After that brief romance, Blondie and I became pen pals. Soon after her holiday in Sri Lanka she joined the crew of a Scandinavian cruise liner. Around twice a month, I received a postcard from Blondie from a different port in Europe. I promptly responded to her with my news in brief on aerograms. I was surprised to receive a long letter from her for the first time.
Blondie explained in her letter that she wanted to get to know me better. Now 22, she had decided to visit Sri Lanka again after three years. Her intention was to spend three weeks with me. She wanted to do a round trip in Sri Lanka and requested me to do a nice travel itinerary. I was happy to hear that she planned to arrive in Sri Lanka from the second week of August. I was able to take my annual leave during that period as it was a low occupancy period. I called a few of my good friends working as executives at hotels in different cities and towns and made well-discounted hotel bookings for Blondie and myself. My friends were eager to meet my long-distance girlfriend.

Blondie Returns
Blondie landed in Colombo after a night flight from Malmö. It was a happy meeting after three long years of anticipation. On our way to Colombo, we chatted a lot trying to catch up. We spoke about Blondie’s travels and my eventful first three years as an executive. We laughed about our casual meeting at Blue Oceanic Hotel in Negombo, when I was visiting two of my friends managing that hotel in 1974. Blondie remembered every detail of our memorable and care-free, barefoot walk on the beach, while counting the fishing boats and the stars, on a beautiful moon-lit night.
Blondie was happy about the arrangements I had made for our round trip. After travelling around Sri Lanka, we ended up in Hikkaduwa. With a view of not mixing my leisure time with work, Blondie and I stayed in a small inn near Coral Gardens Hotel. She also met some of my friends and made everybody laugh with her jokes.
One day I took her for a walk to my work place. “Who is this interesting fellow?” Blondie asked when she saw my pet monkey, Dudumskie. She found him to be simply hilarious and entertaining. After her regular sea baths, Blondie loved to drop in at the Coral Gardens to tease Dudumskie.
Towards the end of Blondie’s holiday in Sri Lanka we had some serious chats about our future. She enjoyed Sri Lanka, but when she told me that she cannot settle down on the island, I was somewhat disappointed. “Why don’t you come to Sweden to live with me?” she asked. “What type of a job position could I get in Sweden?” I was curious to find out. When Blondie told me that I could start as a cook, I was not interested. I was very career-minded and Blondie was a free spirit. Unlike in Sri Lanka, as a well-developed nation, in Sweden not many people cared about what level of position one had.
During her departure at the Colombo airport, we had an emotional parting. We agreed to keep in touch and consider options to meet again. Blondie was my first ‘serious’ girlfriend. We continued our pen-pal connection for some time, but sadly we never met again.
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Combining local resources,traditional knowledge and science to build a food-secure Sri Lanka
World Food Day 2026: Innovating today for a better food future
by Dr. Kaushalya Wijayasekara
What will be on the Sri Lankan dinner table ten years from now? Will our children be able to get nutritious food at a price their families can afford? Will farmers be able to grow enough despite changing weather and rising costs? And how much of the food we produce will actually reach the consumer, instead of being lost or wasted along the way?
These questions can’t wait. A farmer faces unpredictable weather. A family faces rising food costs. Fruit goes unsold after a good harvest. Some children do not get enough nutrition. The future of food is tied to the future of Sri Lanka itself.
World Food Day 2026 is a chance to look beyond the immediate problems and ask whether we can build a food system that feeds our people well, gives farmers better opportunities, protects the environment and makes better use of what we already have. The answer can be yes, but we will have to think differently.
We are not starting from zero. Sri Lanka has diverse crops, fisheries, traditional food knowledge, indigenous varieties, research institutions, universities and a young generation able to create new solutions. What we need is to bring these together and act. Producing more will not secure our food future on its own. It will depend on how intelligently we produce, process, preserve, distribute and consume food.
Making more of what we already have
Innovation does not always mean inventing something new. Often it means finding better uses for the resources we have.
Sri Lanka grows traditional rice varieties, kurakkan, green gram, cowpea, jackfruit, breadfruit, cassava, sweet potato, coconut and palmyrah. All of them have great potential for modern, nutritious, value-added foods. Jackfruit and breadfruit can be made into flour and other convenient products. Traditional rice varieties can go into new foods that suit changing consumer needs. Palmyrah, with its strong cultural heritage, can create new income through better processing, packaging, quality assurance and market development.
The aim is to connect our traditional food knowledge with modern consumer needs and technology, while keeping our food heritage.
Stop wasting the food we produce
Reducing food loss and waste should be a major priority. Seasonal fruits such as mango, banana, papaya and pineapple can be lost in large quantities when production exceeds demand or when storage, transport and processing facilities are inadequate. With suitable technology, these fruits can become dried products, pulps, powders, beverages and other shelf-stable foods.
Agricultural and fisheries by-products are resources too. They could be turned into food ingredients, animal feed, bio-based products and other useful materials, which would move us toward a more circular food economy.
Technology alone is not enough. We need stronger local processing facilities, cold storage, efficient transport, collection centres and market information systems, especially close to where food is produced. Cutting food loss raises the value of what our farmers and fishers already produce.
Nutrition and food safety come first
Food security means more than having enough food. People also need food that is safe and nutritious.
Sri Lanka can develop affordable, nutritious foods from local pulses, grains, vegetables, fruits and fish. Children and other vulnerable groups should get particular attention. Schoolchildren in particular deserve a focus: safe, nutritious, locally sourced products for school feeding programs would support child nutrition, local farmers and domestic food industries at the same time.
Food safety must stay at the centre of food innovation. Good hygiene, quality control, laboratory testing, traceability and appropriate food safety systems are what make new products safe as well as attractive and nutritious.
A food system that can cope with climate change
Climate change is already affecting agricultural production, water availability, crop yields and food prices. We need food systems that can handle changing conditions. That means climate-resilient crops, efficient water use, soil and water conservation, better storage and resource-efficient food processing.
Traditional knowledge matters here. Generations of Sri Lankan farmers have developed practices suited to local climates and ecosystems. Combining that experience with modern science can give us solutions that fit local conditions and are sustainable. Technology alone will not build the future of food. Science, experience and local knowledge together can.
Give young people a bigger role
Sri Lanka’s universities have an important part to play in shaping our food future. Young people should be encouraged to identify real problems in the food system and work on practical solutions in areas such as food waste, sustainable packaging, nutrition, food safety, modernising traditional foods and digital technologies.
A good research project should not always end as a research paper. Where appropriate, research should be supported to move on to products, technologies, enterprises and community solutions. That needs stronger partnerships between universities and industry, along with mentoring, research funding, business support and market connections. If young researchers and entrepreneurs can turn their ideas into viable food innovations, both consumers and producers will benefit.
A pathway designed for Sri Lanka
We do not need to copy food-system models from other countries. We can build a pathway that suits our own resources, culture and needs. It would bring together local resources, traditional knowledge, scientific research, appropriate technology and entrepreneurship, with farmers, fishers, universities, research institutions, food industries, entrepreneurs and policymakers working side by side.
The goal goes beyond selling raw materials. We need to create more value, reduce waste, improve nutrition, generate jobs and strengthen rural livelihoods. This matters especially for small and medium-scale food enterprises, which can drive local economic development when they get the right technical, financial and market support.
The choices we make today
The food future will not create itself. It will be shaped by what we grow, what we research, what we process, what we consume and what we choose not to waste.
So, the question for World Food Day 2026 is this: what can we do today so that every Sri Lankan has safe, nutritious, affordable and sustainable food tomorrow?
The answers are already around us, in our farms, fisheries, food businesses, universities, laboratories and communities. We have the resources, the traditional knowledge, the scientific expertise and talented young people. What we need now is to connect them and act.
A better food future begins with the choices we make today.
Dr. Kaushalya Wijayasekara
Senior Lecturer, Department of Biosystems Technology, Faculty of Technology, University of Ruhuna
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20th Anniversary of Digampathana blast – the day Sri Lanka Navy cried
By Admiral Ravindra C Wijegunaratne
WV, RWP and Bar, RSP, VSV, USP, NI (M) (Pakistan), ndc, psn, Bsc
(Hons) (War Studies) (Karachi) MPhil (Madras)
Former Navy Commander and Former Chief of Defence Staff
Former Chairman, Trincomalee Petroleum Terminals Ltd
Former Managing Director Ceylon Petroleum Corporation
Former High Commissioner to Pakistan
The Digampathana suicide truck attack on 16th October 2006 remains the deadliest single strike in Sri Lanka Navy history, leaving scars that time cannot erase.
It was a seemingly ordinary Monday morning on 16 October 2006, but the calm of that day would soon be shattered in a way none of us could have imagined. As the Commandant of the Naval and Maritime Academy and Flag Officer Commanding Naval Fleet at Trincomalee, I was aware that a number of my cadets were travelling that morning, part of a convoy of fifteen buses carrying naval personnel from Trincomalee, Colombo, and other bases, heading toward Dambulla to rendezvous with another group. The convoy also included trucks and escort vehicles, a routine movement planned and coordinated with the army to ensure the roads were clear. The morning started quietly. Some personnel greeted friends, handed over their weapons, or strolled to a nearby tea shop. It all seemed so ordinary—too ordinary for what would come next.

Sri Lanka Navy sunk LTTE Ships carrying arms, ammunition and warlike materials thousand miles away from Sri Lanka in Indian Ocean in September and October 2007.
By late morning, both convoys had reached the small ground at Digampathana, near the Sigiriya junction, and personnel mingled briefly, unaware that a carefully orchestrated act of terror was waiting. Then, suddenly, an empty half-truck veered directly into the convoy. It exploded with a ferocity I can still recall as if it were yesterday. Nuts, bolts, and high explosives tore through the air. Pandemonium erupted instantly. I later learned that 107 of our naval personnel were killed on the spot and another 153 critically injured. The scene was indescribable—bodies scattered, vehicles mangled, personal effects strewn across the ground. I remember later hearing that the head of the suicide bomber was recovered more than 100 meters away from the blast, a grim testament to the sheer force of the explosion.
I was in my office at the Naval and Maritime Academy when my mobile phone rang. A young midshipman from the 21st intake called, his voice trembling: “Sir, there was a huge explosion at the convoy point! Many are dead … my batch mate Wijesundara is among them.” I immediately jumped into my jeep with my escort Chief Petty Officer and driver and rushed to Digampathana, relying on every ounce of my driving skill to reach the scene. The journey, which usually took little more than an hour, felt endless that day, each passing mile weighed down by dread.
When I arrived, I was confronted with a sight that no training can prepare you for. The injured were being rushed to Dambulla Hospital, where doctors and nurses worked tirelessly, improvising in ways that saved lives despite the overwhelming chaos. I went back to the site after visiting the hospital. The remains of our naval personnel were scattered across the ground, and someone had begun collecting weapons and protective gear. I immediately contacted Surgeon Rear Admiral Nico Jayasekara and received his instructions: collect all body parts in separate bags and transport them to the Trincomalee Naval Hospital mortuary. This gruesome work had to be done with care and dignity, and it filled the icebox in my vehicle. Through DNA testing initiated by Rear Admiral Nico, we were able to identify every naval personnel lost that day, bringing some closure to grieving families.
The Navy Commander at the time, Vice Admiral Wasantha Karannagoda, was devastated. I had worked closely with him and knew how deeply he cared for his men. He ensured that the fallen were honoured with full ceremonial naval funerals at Welisara Naval Base, attended by families and comrades. Sixty-seven funerals were conducted in a single day—a number that still haunts me.
The Digampathana attack remains the largest single loss of naval life in our history. It was a day of sorrow, but also a day that reinforced our resolve. The tragedy galvanized the Navy to target the LTTE Sea Tiger wing with renewed determination and reshaped our maritime operations forever. Every time I think of that day, I remember not just the lives lost, but the courage, professionalism, and dedication of those who survived, those who treated the injured, and those who ensured the fallen were honored properly. May the souls of our naval hero’s rest in peace, their sacrifice guiding us and inspiring generations of naval personnel to come.
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‘Murder at Whitby Abbey’
Tales of Mystery and Suspense – 24
I was intrigued by the title of a book I found in a book drop at the condominium of a friend, Murder at Whitby Abbey, and I brought it home with me though I will not be able to return it in the near future. It was described on the cover page as ‘a standout in the crowded medieval mystery field’, though I fear I do not know of other books in this field, apart from the Cadfael series, which I have dealt with earlier.
The book, by Cassandra Clark, is set during the reign of Richard II and has as a backdrop his precarious position, which led to his being replaced, and murdered, by his cousin Henry, who reigned as Henry IV. It is a gloomy book, the action taking place in the twelve days of Christmas leading up to the Epiphany. And the gloom is pervasive, even though this is supposed to be a time of festivity, with mummers performing, and many of those in the guest house where the heroine stays going to town to enjoy themselves, with much drinking and much music, which also fills the guesthouse.
The heroine Hildegarde is a nun, sent to try to acquire a relic being sold by Whitby Abbey, though this was also a penance set by the Abbot of the monastery that governed her abbess because she had had sex with a man. Soon after she and her companions reach the Abbey set high on a cliff, she finds that there are other bidders, and soon suspects that the hierarchy, not perhaps the Abbot who seems a weakling, but his rapacious bursar, is determined to make money, and not above creating false relics to sell to several aspirants.
After Hildegarde and her Cistercian companions – Whitby is a Benedictine Foundation – two monks, Gregory and Egbert, and a young priest Mark, reach the abbey, they find that Aelwyn, a monk they had met on their way to the guesthouse had died. This was in the apple store, and they realize, when they find the surplices of novices stuffed into the air vents, that he had been left to suffocate in the overwhelming scent of apples.
The Cistercians are asked to look into the death, perhaps because they are likely to get no cooperation from the Abbey folk, but perhaps because those in charge are keen to know what happened. And the infirmarer, an old monk, suggests Hildegarde talk to a man called Edred who worked for the bursar, and had been a friend of Aelwyn’s. But Edred too is killed, before he can keep an appointment he had made with Hildegarde, drowned in a pool near the farmhouse of the Abbey.
Meanwhile tensions arise between the fisherfolk and the abbey for the bursar wants to charge them for using the beach that technically belongs to the abbey to dry their fish and their nets. This leads to physical battles, when the guards used by the abbey, under the command it seems of the bursar whose determination to make money is not resisted by the abbot and the prior, try to storm the area where the fishermen live.
Hildegard finds out more about what had happened through two youngsters, one of whom Torold is the son of Aelwyn by a woman who worked as a prostitute for a cartel, and with whom Mark fell in love. The other works on the farm and had seen Edred meet someone near the pool, after which that someone left the place by himself. And the boy had also found in the pool a sort of dagger with the seal of the abbey.
He and his dog, and Torold who follows her, rescue Hildegarde from a man at arms who has waylaid her and tries to rape her earlier. Escaping into the abbey she was nearly been raped then by the bursar, but she managed to escape, in the process setting fire to him and the muniments room, which led, when he was rescued, to the discovery of a box with the money he said had been stolen, blame being cast on both Aelwyn and Edred.
Matters come to a head when the fisherfolk try to storm the abbey, being resisted by the men at arms stationed on the towers. But then Hildegarde realizes that behind the murders was the bursar’s clerk, whom she pursued to the cathedral. There is great drama then as she escapes from him when he tries to kill her, and then from the man at arms who had tried to both rape and kill her, but they both fall from the scaffolding she had climbed, the latter coming from a tower where he had been stationed.
Both of them think they run the rapacity of the abbey, the latter claiming to work for the nobles opposed to Richard, who is presented throughout the book as devoted to his subjects, not to power or money. But though the villains die, the bursar continues, having got over the hysteria the fire had caused and his acknowledgment then of guilt – and though the abbot and the prior seem less vicious, whether they will be able to assert themselves is questionable.
Before the climax, when the others in the guesthouse were leaving, Hildegarde found that two of them were in possession of the relic, for which they seem to have paid well. Hildegarde herself had made a derisory offer, but before she leaves the abbot gives her the relic, perhaps in gratitude for what she and her fellow Cistercians had discovered, the abbey having made as much money as it needed and more from the gullible other buyers.
Mark’s inamorata is saved from the stews because she moves in with Edred’s widow whom the bursar had thrown out of the rooms he occupied when her husband was found dead. Hildegarde had paid for lodgings, in a house run by the man who ran the brothels, but he had a kindly side and was going to finance them to make nets for the fishermen.
So, the Cistercians set off for their home as swiftly as they can to get there on the day of the Epiphany, having stopped en route to pray for King Richard whose birthday it was.
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