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Friday, April 15, 2016
‘Monsanto shouldn’t be allowed to exploit farmers’
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Kumar Sangakkara, the dazzling, kind perfectionist
In
many minds, Sanga leads the world all time , though Bradman sticks out
high.
In Sanga’s last few innings, he repeatedly gave displays of cat and mouse
with the bowlers,
even
producing strokes he had never attempted before.
The following is told with
affection by his coach, Paul Farbrace
jksw
Kumar Sangakkara, the dazzling, kind perfectionist Sri Lanka cricket will miss like mad - Paul Farbrace salutes the retiring hero in Wisden
By Paul Farbrace
“What do you think? How’s it looking?” It was another practice
session at the Premadasa Stadium in Colombo, and Kumar Sangakkara was as inquisitive
and conscientious as ever. And very precise. He wanted his back foot to move
from middle and leg to middle and off. Not forward or back – just a fraction
across, which allowed his shoulders and hips to align when facing right-arm
seamers.
I was in the first of two coaching stints with Sri Lanka, as an
assistant to Trevor Bayliss (a few years later I would return as head coach),
and was doing my best to keep on top of the session. But I could see Sanga was
hitting the ball nicely. “Brilliant,” I told him. “No problems
whatsoever.”
He was unimpressed with my forensic analysis. “The first 10 balls
I faced, I moved my back foot in four or five different ways,” he said. “If I
ever ask you again, tell me the truth or don’t tell me anything.” It was a big
lesson for me as a coach. And it told me plenty about Kumar
Sangakkara.
One of Sanga’s first deeds after I arrived was to make 192 at
Hobart after Australia had set us 507. We made 410, and Sanga was given out by
Rudi Koertzen, caught at slip off shoulder and helmet: a stinker. That night we
were in the hotel bar when the umpires walked in. There was a pause, then Sanga
stepped forward: “Rudi! What can I get you to drink?”
If that was typical of him, so
was the way in which he used that innings to get even better. Over a
year later – by which stage he already had more than 6,000 Test runs – we were
in the indoor school at Colombo’s SSC. Sanga couldn’t quite get his movements
right, so he asked our analyst to access footage of the Hobart innings. He
wanted to check the movement of his left foot in relation to Brett Lee’s
delivery stride. Once he’d absorbed the information he needed, he was ready to
bat again.
Nothing distracted him from his practice. There were times when,
frankly, this made him a pain in the backside. Net sessions could last anything
from 20 minutes to an hour. When he was wearing his game head, there was a
selfishness about him. But no one minded, because that selfishness was usually
for the greater good.
Every coach who worked with him knew you ended up needing
reconstructive shoulder surgery. And your throwdowns had to be accurate. I was
giving him a few at Sydney, and in the previous game he’d missed a couple of
square-drives, so I thought I’d throw one or two a little wider. He left the
first alone, and just looked at me. When I did the same again a few balls
later, he stared back, then walked straight past me and into the dressing room.
We never mentioned it again, but I got the message.
Despite being an outsider, I was always made to feel welcome. The
number of dinners he and Mahela paid for got a bit embarrassing, but that’s the
Sri Lankan way. I remember how well they looked after some of the Yorkshire
lads when they were on a training camp in Sri Lanka. His wife, Yehali, cooked
dinner one night and a few of us were invited over. He and Andrew Gale, whom
he’d never met before, spent two hours talking about being left-handers – how
to hit over the top, how to deal with the rough and the swinging ball and
different angles of attack. Sanga won’t thank me for saying this, but he’s a
proper cricket badger.
He put his considerable brain to good use, though it was better if
you weren’t on the receiving end. If he was ever in danger of losing an
argument (which I believe is yet to happen), he would adopt one of two tactics:
speak more loudly, or use words you’d never heard of. He would dazzle you into
submission. No wonder he once trained to be a lawyer.
His best sledge was aimed at Nasser Hussain in Sri Lanka in
2003-04, when England were playing in Kandy. Nasser had called Murali – the
hometown hero – various names, so the locals weren’t best pleased. And it’s
fair to say Nasser was a bit grumpy with his own team-mates too. When he came
in to bat, Sanga piped up with: “What’s it like to be hated by both teams?” It
wasn’t abusive, but he knew how to get under your skin.
When I left Sri Lanka to join England in 2014, I wasn’t very
comfortable about the fact that my first series was against my old team. A few
people had accused me of leaving for the money, which was never the case, but
Sanga broke the ice ahead of the opening international of the tour, a Twenty20
match at The Oval. As I was walking up the steps to the pavilion, he was at the
top. There were quite a few journalists waiting around, and he shouted down:
“Traitor! Traitor’s here. Don’t talk to him, boys.”
That was Sanga to a
T: he was mischievous, quick-witted and charming, and everyone loved him for
it. Sri Lankan cricket will miss him like mad.
Paul Farbrace, England’s assistant coach, was assistant coach of
Sri Lanka between 2007 and 2009 and head coach in 2013-14
The Wisden Cricketers’ Almanack 2016, edited by Lawrence Booth, is published by Bloomsbury (£50). To order your copy for £39.99 with free p&p call 0844 871 1514 or visit books.telegraph.co.uk
Dudley Senanayake former Prime Minister of Ceylon.
email from JKS Weerasekera
This
is a nice account of Dudley.
Worth
the read. The 1953 hartal led to his resigning. But there were many
hidden factors too, like the rubber/rice pact, American Ms Willis cutting off
so called ‘ a i d’.
Looking
back, the policy of giving most of the rice near free to all was not good
economics. But under nutrition was common then.
jksw
If Dudley Senanayake Had Said “Yes” To Marriage Proposal, Sirima Ratwatte May Not Have Wedded SWRD Bandaranaike
By
Charnika Imbulana
Today (13 April 2016) marks the 43rd death anniversary of Dudley Shelton
Senanayake, the second Prime Minister of our country, then Ceylon.
On this date every year as a tribute to this gentleman politician, his
life is reminisced. I have in these columns for many years on such occasion
given details of many aspects of his life and times – some researched, some I
have experienced myself, and others quoting first-hand accounts of what was
related to me – all worthy of putting pen to paper all the same.
The current and future generations must surely know. Yes, there lived
political leaders who are worthy of being spoken of in volumes. Yes there lived
such politicians when politics was conducted in the way it should be. It was
then more the norm than the exception, although today it is the contrary.
When Dudley Senanayake departed unexpectedly from this world, he was not
the Premier, nor a leader of the Opposition but yet an unprecedented crowd,
estimated at well over one million, thronged to Colombo for his funeral in
1973. An aerial snapshot taken by Daily Newspapers of Independence Square at
the time of Dudley’s cremation shows a sea of heads as far as the eye can see –
this itself was testimony to how he was regarded by the nation.
Born on 19 June 1911 to Molly Dunuwila and Don Stephen Senanayake, Dudley
was the eldest of their children, two sons and a daughter. Dudley was
identified as the mischievous one. Both Dudley and his brother, Robert received
their secondary education at the prestigious S. Thomas’ College, Mount Lavinia
where their illustrious father D.S. Senanayake (the first Premier of Ceylon)
also studied from 1892 to 1902. Dudley excelled in his studies and sports.
The famous father and the sons played cricket for S. Thomas’ College,
with distinction. Dudley became the Head Prefect, captained the college team at
cricket at the famous Royal-Thomian encounter and gained colours in Hockey,
Boxing and Athletics. Established as an all-rounder, Senanayake gained entrance
to Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and University of Cambridge, to read for
Natural Science Tripos and later was admitted to Middle Temple as a Barrister.
After returning to Ceylon from the University of Cambridge, having
entered politics in 1936, Dudley Shelton Senanayake sought nomination and
received same to run for State Council elections, while his father was a
minister in the Council.
After his father took office as the first Prime Minister, his son D.S.
junior, known fondly as “Dudley” became the Minister of Agriculture, a
portfolio he held up unto the time he was unexpectedly appointed Prime Minister
six years later succeeding his father, after his father’s fatal fall from a
horse.
He was thrust the Prime Ministership on him at the most difficult time
of his life. Upon his father’s sudden death. And then he faced much political
crisis and turbulence. But he remained a colourful parliamentarian and
much-loved leader. Although his leadership was constantly riddled with
difficulties, however he had a full run as PM from 1965 to 1970.
A friend of all communities, and a devout Buddhist who respected all
religions. He was modest and unassuming. As PM one would see him drive his own
‘Triumph Herald’. He was stopped at Castle Street for speeding. He was on his
way for golf, another passion of his. Dudley praised the Police Constable in
carrying out his official duty to the letter and apologised, promising never to
repeat the mistake. This was his noble character. He possessed a charismatic
personality.
The
golden era of Parliament
In this year’s tribute to him on his death anniversary, I wish to focus
firstly on his oratory and wit, both of which he excelled in Parliament and
out, that earned applause.
We are living now in an era where Parliamentary privilege is misused
with impunity and the Standing Orders disregarded and where discipline is at
its lowest and un-parliamentary language in the Parliament House is the order
of the day. Reflecting on the golden days of Parliament and of the then learned
Members of Parliament is thus so refreshing but a grim reminder to what depths,
the august parliamentary chambers has fallen to, today. It has to be even
called for a written code of conduct!
The years that Dudley served in the State Council, and later after
Independence, in Parliament, was the Golden Era of parliamentary English
oratory in Sri Lanka. They maintained the highest discipline in the august
assembly. It was an education to listen to these great leaders. There were
several Ministers and MPs with a flair for oratory and they all belonged to the
highest tradition and were regarded as classic in style. They all spoke without
notes.
Pre-eminent among them were S.W.R.D Bandaranaike and G.G. Ponnambalam
whose eloquence of English diction and power of delivery were unmatched. SWRD
was in addition to possessing amazing wit, adept at repartee and the sudden
thrust. Colvin R. de Silva was an orator who belonged to a different tradition.
He was the most volcanic speaker in the House, fluent, rhetorical, dramatic and
verbose, but equally, analytical.
He studied his brief very carefully and would argue it as he would a
case in the Supreme Court. On the other hand Pieter Keuneman was a typical
Cambridge Union speaker, in the best tradition of the British Parliament,
fluent and precise, but suave and with no histrionics to match Colvin. W. Dahanayake
was loquacious and boring but could talk on and on. The old school politicians
would speak of how he held the record for the longest speech ever delivered in
the old State Council!
Amongst this galaxy Dudley too held his place both in fluency of language
and the power of delivery. But he was most known for his exceptional talent in
devastating wit. He displayed his mischievous nature not only at home but also
in Parliament.
Once, Dudley who was then the PM, was on his feet, Stanley Tillekeratne
(who was not more than 4ft 6in tall) then a member of the Opposition, kept
taunting him about “splits” in the UNP coalition. Dudley paused a moment and
addressing the Speaker said, “Mr. Speaker, I am not surprised that at his
height the Hon. Member for Kotte can see nothing but splits”. While the House
roared with laughter, Mrs. Bandaranaike who was seated next to Tillekeratne
visibly blushed with amusement.
On another occasion, Maitripala Senanayake, MP for Medawacchiya, who was
known widely to be having a clandestine relationship with a Tamil lady, Ranji
Handy (whom he married later), kept taunting Dudley over the concessions that
his Government was allegedly granting to the Tamils. Whereupon Dudley shot back
at Maitripala, “Mr. Speaker, I must congratulate the Hon. Member for
Medawacchiya on his finding a way to observe ‘Sinhala Only’ by day, and the
‘Reasonable Use of Tamil’ by night.”
The
House rocked with laughter.
In Dudley’s time, wit in the House was of a high class, SWRD and Dudley
were known to be the best exponents. Firebrand MP Vivienne Goonewardene was
speaking on the borrowings by his Government, Dudley retorted, “I will never
borrow you!”
Elected to Parliament as Prime Minister
Although Dudley was given the Premiership on a platter as it were, he
desired a fresh mandate from the people to head the country and he called for
elections just two months later and was re-elected receiving even a larger
majority than his father did.
Among other things, increased welfare benefits, the rice subsidy, in
particular contributed to the resounding victory. The Government however became
unpopular a year later, in 1953, when the price of rice was raised and
subsidies were cut. Within a year, after the Korean boom ended, the Government
found that the burden of the subsidy on the Budget was excessive and decided to
curtail the subsidy expenditures sharply. The price of rice was increased.
Other subsidies including free meals for school children were cut. The
political protest to this move was explosive. A general strike, known as
“Hartal”, was launched by very strong trade unions affiliated to the left-wing
parties.
The lives lost in the 1953 Hartal caused him shock and grief. Though the
UNP remained in power, Senanayake honourably resigned as Prime Minister, left
Temple Trees for ‘Woodlands’ and left politics. After Dudley resigned, Sir John
took over as Prime Minister.
He returned to politics in 1957 when the UNP lost elections. In March
1960, the UNP managed to form a government after elections and Senanayake
became Prime Minister again, but the coalition fragmented and Dudley resigned
as Prime Minister after only four months in office after new elections were
held in which the UNP won less seats. He became the Leader of the Opposition
and forced early elections in 1965 by persuading 14 supporters of Prime
Minister Sirimavo Bandaranaike to defect.
An
honourable politician
When a UNP-led coalition won power in 1965, he agreed to step down and
hand over the Prime Ministership to C.P. de Silva as a mark of gratitude
towards his service towards defeating the leftist coalition government in 1964.
Such magnanimity! He was sworn in as the Prime Minister for a record fourth
time on 25 March 1965, at which time he had the longest reign till 1970.
However he lost the general elections in ’70 and virtually retired from
politics thereafter.
My uncle, late P.C. Imbulana who served him as Deputy Agriculture
Minister, sported a spontaneous smile on his face whenever he spoke of his dear
friend Dudley. Now whenever I remember the stories my uncle related about his
best friend to me, I can’t help but smile.
The two friends shared the same humour and innocent mischief. Their loud
laughter would thunder the usual quietness of our ancestral house whenever he
arrived, my grandma would recall. I could well imagine it when I now recall
some of the stories, and my own vague remembrance of his infectious laugh.
When Dudley returned to Ceylon after his studies, his parents were keen
that they should get their son ‘settled’ in marriage. Dudley was certainly the
most eligible bachelor, hailing from one of the leading aristocratic families
in the island.
Marriage
brokers were assigned on a country wide search and the Senanayakes took their
son to see several brides. One such visit was to an aristocratic walawwa off
Balangoda. A sumptuous banquet was laid for the groom’s party and Dudley dug in
with relish. There had been watalappan for dessert made from the choicest
jaggery that Balangoda kitul palms produced. Dudley was seen helping himself to
several servings of watalappan.
The pretty bride was dressed in a Kandyan osariya and
bedecked in traditional jewellery. She was ideally suited and D.S. and Molly
Senanayake were silently praying that their elder son would at least say yes to
this proposal.
On the way back to Colombo, the parents posed the
question: “So what do you think?”
“Hari shoak! Hari shoak” (excellent! excellent),
exclaimed Dudley.
The parents much relieved said, “Oh we must not waste
time in bringing Sirima home!”
By the mention of the name, Dudley asked, “Sirima?”
The parents responded: “Sirima is the name of the bride.
Barnes Ratwatte Disawe’s daughter whom you just described as ‘hari shoak!’”
“Oh. I was commenting on the watalappan as being ‘hari
shoak,’ not of the girl!”
The old Senanayake couple didn’t know whether to laugh
or cry.
One
wonders if Dudley had said ‘yes’ to the girl Sirima instead of to the
watalappan, how the course of history of this country would have changed.
As a responsible member of the fourth estate, I would always ask my uncle, are these stories all true?
As a responsible member of the fourth estate, I would always ask my uncle, are these stories all true?
My uncle would roar with laughter, until his cheeks turned pink,
enjoying the relating of these stories but in all seriousness state Dudley was
never known to be dishonest.
I did see Buddhhika Kurukularatne in his ‘Men and Memories’ also
verifying the story with former Secretary General of Parliament, Sam
Wijesinghe, which gives me more confidence now to state it in black and white.
He also had relished relating how, during his very first meal at
Cambridge, a piece of meat on his plate did a pole vault to another diner’s
plate some distance away, he had explained in all seriousness it happened due
to a blunt knife kept for him to use. My uncle remembered to relate this when
he watched with us the comedy ‘The Party,’ where a piece of chicken flies off
the leading actor Peter Seller’s dish into the air and gets stuck on a hair- do
of a woman.
Dudley loved photography, wildlife, and cricket and golf. He was a man
of impeccable integrity. Food was a subject of discussion right throughout his
life, as he was often jokingly told and known to have quite an appetite.
Although Dudley acknowledged even that with good humour, his good friend, my
uncle would drily say that he just enjoyed his food. But it was his stomach
that gave trouble to his last breath. When he died he was only 62 years, gone
so early, a life that was so worthy.
I quote two passages from speeches made in Parliament by two eminent
Parliamentarians who knew him well upon his passing away. The former had
political differences with him and they constantly locked horns and was livid
when a “ginger group” within the party was formed by Dudley (of which my uncle
was one) but yet JR held Dudley with deep affection and respect, his emotions
took the better of him, at Dudley’s passing.
J.R. Jayewardene: “Here was a colleague who touched the deep sea of
reverence in a wider world in our country than possibly any other person in its
long history. If a man could draw that affection and goodwill, he has a claim
to be known as one of its greatest sons.”
Gamini Dissanayake: “Mr. Dudley Senanayake should be remembered as he
really was in life – a simple man with his share of human frailties, minus the
airs and props that accompany high position, and a man who by his simple ways
constantly reminded us of the truth of the saying, ‘A truly extraordinary man is
in the final analysis a truly ordinary man.’ The iron heel of totalitarianism
never appealed to him. The arrogance of power was not a part of his
constitution. He was a true democrat who only believed in the democratic
approach towards the solution of ills. Trade unionists, political opponents,
power lobbies and agitators of diverse hues and colours will bear testimony to
his spirit of democratic toleration and moderation.”
“Good night sweet prince,” said JR in his fitting final farewell.
The writer likes to remember him in this
tribute with her own line: Greatness was thrust on Dudley Shelton Senanayake.
And he lived to be great.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Kokiss and Aasmy.
New year table at my home in Avissawella. Kiri Buth, Katta Sambol, Konde Kavung, Mung Kavung, Kokois and Aasmy.
Wishing all of you a happy 'Aluth Avuruddha'/ 'Puthu Varurdha Vaalththukkal'
Philip
Conversation overheard at a similar table between a young couple:-
Boy - 'Ko Kiss?'
Girl - 'Ask me'
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