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
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
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Stories of others
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Stories of heroes
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Stories of heroines
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Stories of patriots
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Stories of tyrants
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Stories of well-wishers
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Stories of detectives
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Stories of executives
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Stories of
an angles
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Stories of saints
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Stories of siblings
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Stories of princesses
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Stories of kings & Queens
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Stories of ants
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Stories of birds
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Stories of artists
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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”
“mmmmmmmmmmmm”
“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?
“Ah”
“Yes”
“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
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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