Wednesday, December 25, 2013
From here and there ………………….
Not only here or only there or here and there, Christmas is everywhere. That is the specialty of this holy holiday season.
Other than that there is another specialty, we have come to the end of this year. It is normal that sometimes we all take our schedules, diaries from the brief cases we locked and try to weigh or measure the gainings or loses , achievements or trophies won, putting them in to the categories such as ‘personal’ or carrier.
This year is special because I joined a different setting when it comes to my carrier. That is the only difference I can think of when it comes to year 2013. Other than that there was no much change in the day to day life, spent. Writing an essay, everyday or every two days was normal to me. Often I found difficulties in finding an essay topic to elaborate my ideas that too is natural
Last few days of my life were little different because after my A/L days and first year of the University I didn’t particular got any chances to view any history books in particular.
But few days earlier, I bought a book written by venerable Handupelpola Punna Rathana Thero and lived in the past from time to time. Sometimes it is no easy to come back to present once you stuck in history or revisited past.
This book actually changed my thinking lanes to some extent. One never can forget individual histories or history of the motherlands they live. Specifically, every man or a woman is part of this land and history. We all knowingly or unknowingly, intentionally or unintentionally have become partners, authors who supplied materials, incidents to write the history of this land we live. Inevitable.
Every individual, every family, every child, every party, every country member was a part of it. Somehow or the other we, the ancestors, all who lived here or visited this land, communicated or related, stayed or moved away have become characters of all chapters of gone by days. Think about and see whether I am wrong or right in this my explanation.
History one never can change
The story of Vijaya Kuweni, one never can change and we write. One never can say ‘ Sigiriya’ was not built by King Kashyapa or that it was built by Alexandra the hero of a some other country. History is history. Whether it was Sigiriya or the Ruwanmeli seya or some other stupa one never can change the name of the author or the creator and replace some other name instead. Can we say No we don’t like Vijaya lets say it was not Vijaya who came and settled here it was ‘ Alexander.
It is a future that one can change not history.
Prince Vijaya was the first to visit this country along with his 700 country members without facing any Visa Issues : - )
That was the first inter state marriage, mixed marriage happened and reported, between this country and India or with any other country. Vijaya was a Kshastriya and Kuweni was a Yakkha woman (her tribe) and according to the old traditions her children ( Jeewa hatta, Disaala) never were eligible for the crown, throne, that it self changed the history of this country, further.
The first reported incident of a separation of a man and woman of Sri Lanka was the story of Vijaya and Kuweni. The Vijaya was originally from there, state of Laata.
Vijaya became the first Non Sri Lankan or another country member who became the king of this country that was thanks to the Kuweni, love of Kuweni. I don’t know whether she betrayed her people because of her affiliation and love towards the uncontrollable prince from Laata
Some chapters were peaceful and some were not. The histories of this world are full of various or different incidents. Invasions, agreements, visitations, wars, mistrusts, misunderstandings, compromises, divisions, unities, betrayals, change of rulers, incarnations, failures, achievements all these, are inevitable chapters of any history of any land.
Wish you all the peaceful future !