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Thonigala Inscriptions are of the 2nd Century BC and carved on Rock. information courtesy;Internet

Thonigala Inscriptions are of the 2nd Century BC and carved on Rock. information courtesy;Internet
Tonigala. (a.) Parumaka Abaya puta parumaka Tisaha wapi acagirika Tisa pawatahi agata anagata catudisa sagasa dine. Dewana pi maharaja Gamini Abaye niyate acanagaraka ca [tawi] rikiya nagaraka ca. Parumaka Abaya puta parumaka Tisa niyata pite raj aha agata anagata catudisa sagasa

History; Path to future

History; Path to future
Reading Future through History, Nagala mountain and the Stupa of the Nagala Kanda Rajamaha Viharaya, Nikaweva, Polpithigama, Kurunegala District.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Many congratulations to the creators of the song 'Saroja mage doniye' ..............


Before i go in to the heart of the song 'Saroja mage doniye' this little informally written note with gratitude and honour is for 'our president'  

Dear  OUR PRESIDENT we feel sad to see that the students are stepping in to the office of the ‘HUMAN RIGHTS’ against their TEACHERS, LECTURES who taught them to see the world and become doctors, engineers, sociologists, artists, Teachers, lectures, educationists including all other professionals  etc. ' what will happen to the bond of teacher student' relationship i am thinking.

Dear Our President

Thank you for the Decision taken to increase the Salaries of the Lecturers. this gives 'peace of mind to all to every one our president' 

 ‘Education’ is the heart of our country’ and the over all sectors of health no doubt ‘the breath of our country’

We know dear president you do understand these things an ordinary citizen like me does not have to say or write to you this way yet seen and reading the news everyday i was thinking of writing a few words on the matter regarding the 'education system'

I am sure by filling any of the requested gaps of the system though you have provided the whole our community to 'embrace the 'true concept of no terror country and study well and do something back to our Nation thoughts and ideas'in to the hearts and brains of all parties.

i believe after that 'all parties of education system can further strengthen and give it an extra healthy look for the entire sector of education , the whole our country and  this will again surely will lead to 'no waste of time in the future' 'i am sure after that they will all come to the same roof of 'their universities and share knowledge with each again.

and i believe these allocations will benefit AND CAN BE INVESTED in return for ‘the further development of our country’ in ‘everyway’ and I believe no one will decide to go some where out of our country must stay here and would work at least for a certain period to compensate for what they we all gain THANKS to the ‘free education system of our nation’.

And in the future I am sure when ‘the PROCESSES OF REBUILDING, REHABILITATING , IMPROVING THE LIVES AND THE AREAS AFFECTED BY THE RUTHLESS TERROR OUTFIT ‘LTTE’ COMPLETELY FINISH ( this is no easy task to replace the things that we lost for more than decades) THE GOVERNMENT  WILL HAVE MORE AND MORE OPPORTUNITES TO ‘ ALLOCATE MUCH MORE % FOR ‘EDUCATION’ THAN NOW.

AND WE ARE VERY MUCH HAPPY TO SEE & HEAR THAT 'MENIK FARM IS CLOSED PERMANENTLY' AND THEY ALL BACK TO THEIR OWN AREAS.

Thank you 'our president' for already taken efforts for the development of the sector'


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Daruwane

Palamu pelin deweni pelata inpasu paswennata – oba aawa
Dahawennen doloswennata thawa boho - dura hinda
Hemin eth hondin yanna onna mamath pethuwa
Thegi dunneth lakunu dunneth  diri dennai - yaalu hemomath eya danna
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Tharange thibunata pas wennata
Tharange thibune oba athara
Palaweniya kawda deweniya kawda
Kawru unahama moko a ape du daru

Lakunu lebuwath thama daru – nolebuwath thama daru
Paasalatama garu kala yuthu - Diriya in boho lebu

Sip kiri pewu guru bhawathun sihiye innai
Sina malin guru sith bo pirennai

Following note I like to dedicate both teachers and the students of this world.

There are mornings that you feel to listen to some good music and there are afternoons you feel like writing something listening to some ‘our way of music’.  ‘The locally born music and words.  Who is the owner of a song I am not going to ask or say because I know the answer ‘the listener’, the true owners who benefit from your sweat of creating.
Ms Deepik Priyadharshani Pieris tries to ‘re –paint’ ‘ one of the facets of unforgettable yet unforgivable feelings brining ‘era of the terror that stole our rights to learn something our liberty -full way., without  erasing away the ‘unspoiled thoughts of little ones at schools’. 
The students and the teachers of all levels,  belong to no other classes but to the classes of their  very same class’ ‘one similar class’ I like to think that way  though they show some significant difference ‘from outer look ‘ ‘the words owner of this song- the lyrist is right I like to note here with out trying to give further explanations.

 MY CONGRATULATIONS TO MS DEEPIKA PRIYADHANSHANI PIERIS

The word owner of this valuable words, the musician who give that a full meaning are equally holding the ‘respect and honour’, the children and the families who indescribably suffered from the results of terror . I am sure that she is thinking the same way.
 That terror or any terror keeps you away from your loved ones these things allow keep you away from the idea of ‘staying together’.
Madu palliya is a very close place to our people. This Sacred Place is not just the Christians visit the very strong ‘Buddhists’ also visiting kind of place. I have not visited the church but I know that many visit and worship. 
The wind that touches all hearts of the northern part of our country and comes back with ‘something for us who live here in the Central or Eastern or other parts of the soil we live I am sure very well understand what I am saying here.
 Ma thotin ena uthuru sulange diwi simbina madu palliye
Des mudu kandulu hangana
Saroja mage doniye
The heroes  who tried their best to give them some space at least for them to be in the little halls of the schools and the teachers who tried to teach &  protect the kids who were with them respecting the hopes of their parents who trusted the teachers ‘ they will take care of our children until we come and take them back home’ thoughts brings an imaginary picture in to my mind this moment – the teachers covering the children from their saris they werewearing.
 The letters they learnt holding their breath against the sounds of the ‘no one must produce any bombs or landmines hereafter’ thinking,  aana aawanna  or the letters of the Sinhalese Alphabet or the letters of English Language for the kids who close to the sacred place are immeasurably memorable I am sure.
We understand now better than those days  ‘ the importance of peace and harmony’ when thinking of the things we lost and never found again moments  when we become mature day by day moment by moment.
This particular song reminds the minds and brains of this era ‘ even a single thought of supporting any terror unconsciously even must wipe away from any existing mind’ I believe very strongly.
 ‘ blasts of bombs’ the ‘I hate land mines because I have seen the groups/heroes who lost their desires to walk independently, to their preferred destinations of living and contribute further for the soil they live, to the whole nation ’ these  things took away lives from their lives.  
Wedi hanta podi akuru ada wei
Mak karannada  penchiye
 ‘ mak karannada penchiye’ ‘what to do little one’ that was the situation back then, inevitable. I am trying to imagine of a child who is smiling to the teachers who come now to the schools ‘no bombing fears  anymore places.
Guruthumee maa sisuwiyai oba eth apa eka panthiye
I am the teacher
You are the student
Yet
 We belong to same class

My daughter, Saroja
Saroja mage doniye

 They thought protecting the child of the others same like they wanted to protect the child of their own.  These words of the song has given the whole big community a big message ‘Saroja mage doniye’ literally the name ‘saroja’ is a name given to a ‘Tamil student’, who is even now a daughter to the teacher. ‘These words were shown no particular ethnic colours or shapes’.    
Now it is not a dream our heroes are at home when ever their little ones are calling them to come home ‘for go and participate ‘parents meeting attending birth day parties or the functions of the their village mates etc.

Thaatha heene awith atha wanana thuru ada wu dorin
Kaatawath nethi Duwe kawrun numba rakeewida senehasin

Mandire dora numbawa kendwai babyla handana handin
Maaime weta anda gasai heta awi dara rakina lesin

Damaa gondurata kelesa yannada
eth yananata wei sithin
warak deka sitha niwa gannata
 ‘duwe dingak hinehiyan’

‘This country ‘we love so much’ and ‘live happily now with out no fear for terror of this world that we live is a country ‘that like help each other in need’ ‘ giving some water to aid their thirst after a long and tired of travelling.
‘pen thaaliya or pin thaaliya ‘is a ‘we do not have to provide any other examples to prove how caring our people are of each other ‘even of the known and unknown or little known people, never have met before people. The uses of the old ways of showing ‘we care for you’ method I like it very much.

Each and every person who gave at least a little water for the heroes ‘who were struggling to protect the lives of those areas and the lives of the areas we lived in the other parts of the country are a part of this process of wining the meaning of humanity’ though we did not every day hear the ‘cries of the students and teachers’ of those areas,  same way we felt and experienced ‘uneasiness of fearful thoughts that attacked each and every heart when ever we had to travel ‘our need or like places’ having  ‘always unclear, doubtful minds’ ‘what may happen in this bus we travel’ mentality  and protected ‘their meal of the day and life ’truly also are contributors of protecting ‘our breath of the days of our children’





 


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