Paths Links People

Paths Links People

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.

yesterdays kingdoms enhanced people's today

yesterdays kingdoms enhanced people's today
let us view today through past ...........Kingdom of Yapahuwa - 13th Century

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Its story time babies

Mostly, Before Mothers and fathers say Lullaby to their babies;
Aaaararo ariraro
Doi doi doidoia baba
Bai bai bai baiya baba
Numbe amma kirata giya
Kiri erawa enta giya
Kiri muttiya gange giya
Ganga depitin kokku giya

(Your mother is gone to fetch milk,
Your mother gone to fetch milk, thinking of coming back
The pot of milk gone missing in the river water
The birds flied over to both sides of the ashore of the river)  

Above is no story yet don’t you think that we can find stories within the lullaby that we have heard or the lullaby that the mothers sings for their kids until they gets to sleep

Singing lullaby no enough some kids force you to recite a poem or say a story. So some mothers and fathers like narrating stories to their kids until they gets to sleep, as bed time stories or bedtime relaxations

Once upon a time there lived a hat seller. Once he wanted to travel across a jungle to go to another village very close by to this jungle………………. He fall a sleep because he was very sleepy due to years of walk, searching somebody to buy his hats of sweat and efforts ……………. When he waked up he saw that there were no hats in the carriage that he carried all those years from past to future

He looked everywhere. No sign of a hat he could find. My hats oh! God! my hats! Where can I find them?

He looked every where

No sign of a hat he could find

"Should I tell it to my friends", he thought for a while?

“Oh! They didn't even know that I came here thinking of reaching this village”

Suddenly ………………

He heard a voice

He looked up not down, he is a seller who likes to move upwards always not downwards

He noticed …………….

A tree actually a huge tree like a good shelter

Do you know what he saw?

He saw a monkey.  Who was trying to wear the hats that he was trying to sell to the people of the village, near jungle.

How to get them back?

He had to think

Don’t forget he is an intelligent seller who has gained so much life experiences by walking from past to future facing all the inevitable life hazards and weather hazards.
He could think of a plan

He found a stone though it is a very bushy jungle he could find a stone. But that was not the patience stone though   

Oh! Pardon me actually it was not a stone it was a hat; the monkey has forgotten to take. He threw the remaining hat towards the monkey. Do you know what monkey did?
 Do I have to say the entire story?
Finally he could collect all his hats and lead his journey towards the village near jungle  
I think that I have heard of (not) enough of stories since childhood to this my adulthood. Let me think of the stories that I have heard of so far and let me see whether I can categorize them. The list is as follows;

Hope you don’t find my story very boring to read
      Stories of others
-          Stories of heroes
-          Stories of heroines
-          Stories of patriots
-          Stories of tyrants
-          Stories of well-wishers
-          Stories of detectives
-          Stories of executives
-          Stories  of an angles
-          Stories of saints
-          Stories of siblings
-          Stories of princesses
-          Stories of kings & Queens
-          Stories of ants
-          Stories of birds
-          Stories of artists
-          Stories of scholars

The list is to be contd. ………………..

“There is a beautiful painter lives in an Island called Sri Lanka. She is very tall, yet so humble, everyone says so. Can you guess her name babies”?

“We have heard about many beautiful painters before”

“Is she a heroine”?

“Yes she is because she lives in the hearts of the children of this world”

“Please give us some more clues”

“Is it difficult to meet her?

“No! It is not at all difficult to meet her because you can easily meet her through her paintings?

“Have you met her before”?

“No but I have met her through her paintings and books”

“How do you know her then?”

“You can recognize people through what they say what they draw what they paint”

“No! It is impossible”

“Yes it is possible to recognize”

“But they are just words and colours”

“But colours can say things”

“How do you recognize people through what they draw”?

“Even the Psychologists say it is possible”

“But how”

“To understand what I say my dear, you need to read the painting very closely and carefully, you shouldn't miss, reading, even a single thing of the painting”  

“You still didn't tell us her name”    

“This one is very special”

“She is a world heritage”  

“She is a child psychologist”

“Her stories and paintings are very popular world wide”

“Even our Japanese friends honored her in many occasions; the babies in Japan love her paintings but that is just a one example there are many friends around the world that loves her paintings and stories

“Her beautiful drawings any can identify in less than a minute”

“How is it possible?

“Because her style of drawing no other can copy

“I have not seen any one who draws and colour lives of people, characters for babies to understand easily”

“There are famous paintings but they have their own styles of reading hearts and minds of babies, children their own ways”

“She knows all the stories of ‘an umbrella Thieves’ ( kuda hora), and she knows 

what Palingu did to protect the ‘milk pot’ given to her and her brothers and sisters by a good angle

“You can’t hide anything from her let me give you an example; she knows what Rasawathi does, where she works, what friends she has, what had happened to her friend’s necklace, how she finds the gedara (house) near Del kanda, what her friend does on her child’s birth day, what curry powdered mixture her friend’s maid uses to prepare curries instead of using coffee, what leaves she uses to make a malluma ……………

“And she very well knows Bagalawathi, the school mistress” ( iskole haamine)  

“She normally asks you to sweep the garden if you lost your keys” and she likes gardening often her friends hide keys in the flower pots she suggest not to do it ‘once loose you will never ever find it’ she says keys are precious

“Feel a little lazy and sleepy kids, let me add the rest tomorrow. Do you want me to continue the story or can I go and sleep”?

‘You did not tell us the name of the Painter”, didn't I?



“She is not only beautiful she is also very taller than all of us”

“Her name is Sibil Wettasinghe”

Ok tomorrow when you come after school I want you to find the stories that she knows and shared with this world

I love Mrs. Sybil Wettasignhe’s art of story telling. She is my favorite, favorite, favorite and favorite and favorite painter artist who draws hearts and souls of this human world and our imaginary world, for KIDS and also for adults, who paints life for KIDS and Adults, who paints customs and traditions in the hearts and minds of kids of world

I do not know this library of artist ‘from where she found and gained her skills to paint hearts and minds that elegantly. I am truly curious to know what ‘paint brush’ she uses and from where she buys them  perhaps I can buy the same brush and start learning. What type of canvases she uses and from where she buys all those? Perhaps I can try and buy the same canvases and tries to draw something. If I do follow such procedures will I be able to draw hearts and minds like her?

Yes, I guess that is why some steals not only paint brushes but also awards symbols that some artists are winning.

What colours she uses and what brand I must know, she will tell for sure she has such a heart but would that help me to draw something at least a single line like her? 
Grand parents are the most wonderful story tellers I have heard about

Onna ekamth eka rataka hitiya puthe …………… Once in a village, there lived ………… they start narrating or creating the stories they know or have heard from their parents or relatives or from their good neighbours and yes from their good hearted teachers

Once there was a child called Sandika. (By the way she is a woman by now) She lived in a village called ‘ihalagama’ happily and happily and happily. She was born in a Hospital in the southern part of Colombo known as kalubowila. She always liked reading the ‘Mihira’ paththare (paper) keeping it close to her heart while reading the blue sky through the holes and spaces of the roof of the Cadjan and when it rains, she finds no where to hide, except hiding under the bed until others find her half or fully sleep

Oh! All gone to sleep I guess that is a no boring story or is it boring from whom should i ask?         

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