Thursday, October 18, 2012

නේත්‍රා....

වෙන දවසක නම් මේ වෙලාවට නේත්‍රාට හරියට වැඩ. කී තැනක නම් රාජකාරී බලන්න කියලද. එකක් හරි හරියට සෙව්වේ නැත්තන් කොහේ හරි ප්‍රශ්නයක්. නේත්‍රා ටිකක් ආඩම්බරයි කියල දන්නා සමහරු කියනවා. එයාගේ කටේ සද්දේ දන්නා අය නම් සැරයි කියලත් කියනවා. හැබැයි නේත්‍රාට ඕව ප්‍රශ්න නෙවෙයි. 

 මටත් නේත්‍රා ගෙන් දුක සැප අහන්න දවස් කීපයක්ම හිතුනත් වැඩි මිත්‍රශීලී බවක් පෙන්නපු නැති නිසා පැත්තකට වෙලා ඉන්න එක ශරීර සෞඛ්‍යයට හොඳයි කියල මගේ ටිකිරි මොලේට දැනුන. දවසක් නොවැලක්විය හේතුවක් නිසා එයා ගේ ඉස්සරහටම මට යන්න වුනා. ගස්සල ඔරවල එහෙම ගියාට මට දැනුනේ තරහකට වඩා දුකක්. 

 අංජන ගාපු දීප්තිමත් ඇස් දැක්ක දවසෙම මම දැනගත්ත ඇයි එයාට ඒ නම කියන්නේ කියල. උසට සරිලන මහත, දැන් පීරුව වගේ තියෙන දිලිසෙන කෙස්, ලලිත ගමන, දිගු කල උල් නිය, මනාව පිහිටි දත් දෙපෙළ .... ලයිස්තුව මෙතනින් ඉවර නැහැ. පරණ කවියෙක් හිටියනම් කොච්චර ලස්සනට ඔය ටික කියයිද? 

නේත්‍රා ටිකිස් ටිකිස් ගාල මගේ ලඟින් යනකොට ඔය සිතුවිලි රෑන විසිරිලා මම ආයෙත් පියවි ලෝකයට ආව. පාරේ ඉන්න මිනිස්සුත් ටිකක් එහෙට මෙහෙට වෙලා ඉඩ හදල දුන්නේ බයටමත් නෙවෙයි. ඒත් වෙනද තිබුන උජාරුව අද නැහැ. නේත්‍රාගේ කකුල තුවාල වෙලා. තුවාල වෙලාද, තුවාල කරලද කියල මට සැකයක් හිතුනා. හරියල නූලට වැඩ කරන නිසා ගොඩක් අය නෙත්‍රාත් එක්ක තරහයි. ඉස්සරහට අත වනල යන අයම රෑ ඇවිත් කරදරයක් වත් කලාද? ඒත් ලස්සනට බැන්ඩේජ් කරපු තුවාලය දැක්කම මට තේරුනා කවුරු නැතත් මිසීලා නේත්‍රාත් එක්ක මේ ප්‍රශ්නේදි ඉන්නවා කියල. 

 එක නිසානේ බවුවා මිසී නේත්‍රා කියල කතා කරපු ගමන් කකුලේ තුවලෙත් අමතක වෙලා වලිගෙ වනාගෙන හිනාවීගෙන දුවගෙන ගියේ. 

 තාම නේත්‍රාගේ පින්තුරයක් ගන්නනම් බැරි වුනා. කැමරාවත් අරගෙන වැඩට යන එක ලේසි නෑ. ගොඩක් අයට එකේ ඇතුලේ තියන පින්තූර බලන්න ඕන වෙනවා. 

An excerpt from my diary …  apologies about the unrelated picture….

Monday, October 8, 2012

Sportsmanship Redefined !


Promising start

Me writing about cricket would come somewhere between the dogs arranging peace talks with cats and my mom not having an opinion about my new dress. But I felt like talking about a sentiment that touched me deep. 
The heat is on....


The umpteenth wicket falling with bails in the air
subdued crowd looking on for a miracle
The T 20 Cricket World Cup finals could have not been passed as just another match once the Sri Lanka got qualified to battle the West Indies. The heat kept on rising till the last moment reaching a delirious height letting the fans go numb with the spirit of the game. There were so many clad in striking blue and gold with the national flag afloat on vehicles, houses and even trees. 

Everyone including shamefully uninterested cricket fans like myself couldn’t avoid catching the fever. It happened to be highly contagious and apparently airborne. That’s how I ended up in the pavilion with bellowing cricket fans cheering for the lions.
The fans were behaving like single organism showing the most heartwarming unity that would bring tears to a war hero. With each run blocked and each wicket that fell the people were cheering even the opposing team thinking that they were just being kind.

The anticlimax happened without a warning, a sure win was turned to an imminent doom…..the lions were turning in to kitties in front of the fans. The strike rate kept on dwindling and the heroes were being sent back to the pavilion before they could see the two digits in their score cards.

The single organism started disintegrating, and the atmosphere turned gloomy. The flags that coloured the air went down on the seats and the cheers died to whimpers and cries. When the loss was getting inevitable the fans were slowly drifting out of the pavilion while their heroes batted on….. only a few remained to finish the game that everyone started. That few kept on cheering till the last ball while many “fans” looked at them as if they were out of their mind.

It made me think….isn’t this something that keeps on repeating in our lives? We fight the game with valor and spirit till things take the wrong turn or the unexpected twist. Then we slowly drift away from it, leaving a battle half fought, sometimes not even knowing who would win. Do we ever ask ourselves who will care for the wounded soldiers who fought for us? Where and how will we pass on the qualities of persistence, loyalty and sticking together for worse as well as for better. 

Nevertheless we will revere the lines repeated so many times in our lives….

United we stand, devided we fall

Monday, September 24, 2012

තනි වූ සියුමැලිය



මගේ ප්‍රියතම ගීතයක සුනිල් එදිරිසිංහ මෙහෙම කියනවා... “මම මලක් ලෙස නුඹ නොහැදුවේ පෙති හැලී පර වෙන නිසාමයි ”. මේක පියෙකුගේ හිතේ පතුලෙන්ම වේදනාවක් එක්ක මුසුවෙලා එන ආදරණීය හැඟුමක්. මට ඒ වචන ටික උණුසුම් ඊයම් ගුලි වගේ. පපුව ඇතුලටම කිඳා බැහැල උනුවෙලා ඇස් කොනින් බොඳ වෙලා යනවා. ඒක හරියටම විඳින්න පුළුවන් දුවෙකුට විතරයි කිව්වොත් හුඟක් අය මාත් එක්ක තරහ වෙයි.

ඒත් මම හිතන්නේ තාත්ත කෙනෙකුගේ ආදරය හරි බරයි, ගැඹුරුයි,ඒ දේ දැනෙන්නේ සියුමැලි හිතකට. හරියට ගන නිල් දියඹ වගේ. එකේ ධාරිතාවය කවුරුවත් දන්නෙත් නෑ හොයන්නෙත් නෑ. ඒත් අපිට හැමදාම කොච්චරවත් ඒකේ උදාහරණ අහන්න ලැබෙනවද?

මට මේ දේවල් හිතෙන්න ගත්තේ මේ තනියම පිපුණු මල හීතලේ හිනාවෙවී ඉන්නවා දැක්කම. නුවර එළියේ ඉර බැහැගෙන යන හැන්දෑවක මට හමුවුන මේ මිතුරිය මම හොරකම් කරගත්ත (මගේ කැමරාවෙන්). මෙච්චර අහිංසකව හිනාවෙන්නේ මේ ලෝකය හරිම සුන්දරයි කියල හිතල වෙන්න ඕනි.......

තව දෙයක්, මේක මගේ බ්ලොග් එකේ පලවෙනි සිංහල වචන ටික. ඒකට ඉඩ ලැබුනේ ගූගල් ට්රාන්ස් ලිටරේෂන් නිසා. පිස්සිගේ පලා මල්ල වගේ තිබුන මගේ බ්ලොග් එකට තව පළා මිටක් කියල හිතා ගත්තම හරි. අදහස් පළ කරන්න වෙනම මානයක් ලැබුන වගේ මට දැනෙන්නෙ.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Glad to meet ya !

It was a sunny morn of a lazy and snoozy Sunday. What is better than a sleep in?....Butterflies ! 

If there's anything that could get me out of bed early on a holiday, Its definitely the hope of netting a flutter-by with my lens. This luxury happens once in a blue moon when I find myself lying in the cozy bed at my aunt's place in Kurunegala. The house is located in a peaceful village called Hamangalla surrounded by a beautiful garden with plenty of wild flowers flocking by the roadside and open fields. 

I set out early with the first rays of Sun not forgetting the hearty breakfast that awaits the hungry creature on return. 


Just when I think that life just cant get any better than this, I notice a pretty thing move about out of the corner of my eyes. It disappears when I start looking for it. Then when I start moving on in despair of not finding my prize, it moves again. That's when I see this pair of puppy eyes staring at me. Swift and stealthy, this one has a real knack for hiding in plain sight !



After giving a brief peek at the upper side of it's wings adorned with the "glad eyes" it folds the wings maybe thinking it's bad for me to have too much of a good thing. The underside has a different theme altogether along with the eye. Striking three lines at the outer margin adds the final touch to the art work. Despite this detail and glamour I must admit that it is comparatively a small butterfly with an attitude.

This is the story of my meeting with the 'Glad Eye' and guess who had the gladdest of eyes there!


Glad eye Brush Brown (Mycalesis patnia) is a common butterfly found in the wet zone. It is endemic to Sri Lanka and south India. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Freedom

The pasture was extending in to infinity with three lone trees huddled together in the middle. I was compelled to capture the solitude created by the combination but the barbed wires blocked my view. I thought the better of it and captured the barbed wires along with my subjects and ended up making my enemy work for me !

This picture tells exactly what I felt like .... the endless  freedom out there just beyond my reach and the harsh boundary preventing me from getting there !


Life presents many gifts and surprises but with it's own set of barbed wires......


Location - Ambewela dairy farms, Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Lunuganga - The water wonderland


Lunuganga estate is a land jutting in to a lake forming a peninsula. It is a small hillock surrounded with marshy areas created by the tide. Lunuganga or the “salty river” probably gets its name due to its close connection to the sea and the water is a mixture of brine and fresh.  

Located in Benthota, Sri Lanka, it was the home for the world renowned architect Geoffrey Bawa and has inspired many of his creations.

House surrounded by ancient Sudu araliya (white plumeria) trees creating a aura of mystery

In the hands of this magician it has been converted to a land spoken of in the fairy tales. The natural elevations are converted in to many individual terraces of garden with its own identity. These small hideouts are secluded from the rest of the places and one gets the feeling of being isolated in a small island with a sense of solitary relaxation. It would be the ideal hideout for an introvert !

A side entrance of the house with a distant view of a lonely statue

 The view of relaxing waters can be seen from most of the locations and the many small canals, ponds and wells have incorporated the water in to the garden making it a “water wonderland”. 
It is simply difficult to take a bad picture in this land of beauty and I felt incapacitated as any angle even without thinking would still capture a marvel. I gave up trying and just clicked on…

one of many Dan trees (Syzygium caryophyllatum) at the edge of the Kumbura (paddy field) bordering the river


The two statures standing at the edge of the garden gives a sense of companionship and adds a touch of sophistication. I don’t think they would complain for having to stand there for decades as one cannot have too much of the beautiful view seen from their vantage point. Looking down from there, tiny segments of the garden in different elevations, the lawn with the paddy field is seen ending at the waters edge. Beyond the deep waters the coconut tress stands proud on a small island which is being made a sanctuary for the wounded wild animals. 
The Caesar seems to have set a trend of wearing ficus vines instead of his old laurel wreath. Wish I told him that it looks nice on his majestic head. 











Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The escape route



 Location - Galle Fort, Sri Lanka.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Ticker


I want to pause, take a rest and hope that the clock will stop and ponder for a while with me. But I still hear its constant ticking ever more loud the moment I stop….reminding me that time is flowing through my fingers as I reflect.

With a growing terror I try to hold on to the fine grains slipping away… in vain.

Meanwhile, an hour glass quietly fills up the bottom with a fine dune of sand and I sit down to watch the tranquility, tired of grabbing on...

This clock tower, counting seconds for hundreds of years was captured in Galle Fort, Sri Lanka. If it could only tell me the number…..

Monday, June 4, 2012

Much room !



Latest addition to my mushroom series !
The ant is inspecting its new lodging and is obviously pleased with himself about the roomy and architect designed apartment he just rented. He is scanning the perimeter to see if there are any unwelcome intruders.
These mushrooms hold its shape even after dying and is quite hard in consistency.

It’s an interesting combination of dead, dying and the live-and-kicking seen in this picture.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Life after death




I found a new attraction for photography.


Mushrooms !
The plus points are that they don’t run away or hide. Although they usually do not perch on the edges of high branches or drop smelly things on you, they still have a display of nice colours.
So I decided not to grumble about their preference to low light conditions which are not the best of the places to take pics.
These momentary beauties were blossoming on the decaying debris of the jungle floor giving 'The dead' one last chance at life. It reminded me of a candle which burns it's brightest just before exausting it's wax and dying.

One family had a mother a father and a baby and the other, so many siblings.
These were found crowding near a foot path of the Kanneliya forest reserve in Galle, Sri Lanka.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Celebrating life


In the thick dark jungle a trickle of light dripped from the canopy and made a yellow spot on the decomposing leaves. It stirred a little seed which lay snuggled up in the warm layers of earth.


“Wake up buddy” called out the mossy rock which kept it covered from the greedy mice. “It’s time to come out and grow”. The little seed turned lazily in it's cosy womb and thought if it could stay a bit longer.


But the light was beckoning it out and to be what he is destined to become. He put out a tiny hand to see what it feels like outside….and felt the light on its delicate leaf. The warmth was different from what he felt inside, it woke him up and made him want to explore…. And do what he was meant to do.


The tender sprout slowly spreaded its arms to bask in the beam of energy…..

Sunday, May 6, 2012

A tribute to Bevis Bawa


He sat there where his master wanted him to...

In fact it was his creator's artistic fingers that fashioned out his handsome features out of a clumsy lump of cement… he owed his life to the master.

He sat through the rain, the sun and the lonely nights. Bugs crawled on him and snakes slithered over him keeping him company. The shrubs grew around him covered him from others’ eyes and then they died leaving him bare again. The cycle of life and death unfolding around him over and over again only made him wiser for his years. The trees wrapped their roots around him and he was gradually becoming a part of the nature around him. She was claiming his rights from his master but he did not give in.

Not yet, not now .... his time is yet to come.

He felt proud, he was serving his master who didn’t visit him anymore. It didn’t matter….he was still being faithful paying back his due ....

Location - A minute wonder from the secret garden of Brevis Bawa...."Brief" off Aluthgama, Sri Lanka.

It unveils so many mysteries and surprises each time I visit and keeps me drawing in again and again. Once it was a childhood fantasy come true ...The secret garden and the fern forest is all about my fascination as a first visitor.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Drops of sadness ….


When you are living your life to the fullest …is death an option, something desirable?

These young ones lying on the decaying leaves made me think…. just fallen off by some unexpected tragedy, still fresh with all the colours and spirit of youth.

Are those drops of sadness curling up on the tender surface ?

Monday, January 30, 2012

Small salmon arab


Finally I found a butterfly with a sensible name.

“Salmon” stands for it's dull pink colour on the upperside of the wings. But the underside is more of a yellow with a greenish tinge.

The “Arab” denotes its main geographical location which spans from the coasts of mediterranean to Yemen, Oman and southern Saudi Arabia. It is known to travel a journey of about 1600 miles in winter from cold mediterraneans to Saudi Arabia. This journey was a mystery since recently.

Although relatively small with a homely outlook it is a poisonous butterfly. In Sri Lanka they are a common species spread in arid, dry and intermediate zones and this particular picture was taken at Trinco, a coastal town in Sri Lanka.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Tigurrr...



It's time to release the tiger within....

Location; National Zoological Gardens, Dehiwala, Sri Lanka.