From the deep South of Sri Lanka – the art of preparing traditional sweetmeats

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The April Sinhala-Tamil New Year season usually   sees the preparation of an array of traditional sweetmeats. But this was no ordinary occasion -a special order had been placed by a customer for a pooja that evening, and required everything to be done with utmost care. With an eye for cleanliness and precision, seven pieces each of seven different types of sweetmeats had to be prepared. To avoid breaking the protocol laid down by her client Latha prepared just enough to fulfill the order, meaning that  any remaining mixture would go to waste.

Preparation of Kokis – Photo credit: Nadeeja Abeyasekera

Latha Mohendiram (55) is a mother of three – two daughters Araliya & Sewwandi and the youngest, a son who is studying ICT at a campus in Matara. “If I have a big order I will get the support from my daughters. Even my husband Susil would join if I am making Kalu Dodol“. Sweetmeat making is a family business in the Mohendiram household. Their modest two-roomed home – Latha’s ancestral home – is located close to the Piladuwa railway station… In the 1990’s, part of the house was demolished to widen the main road. Just bordering the road, Latha has built a kitchenette from which she operates her business

Making sweetmeats can be a tedious task. Many of the items she made were fried in a wok, yet a number of things have to be done before the frying. The rice and mung-bean flour that make up the base of many of the sweetmeats need to be washed the night before the preparation, and dried and ground in the morning. In years gone by, women would be hired to pound the rice. They would move rhythmically, each one bringing the heavy pole of the Mole Gaha alternatively down on the rice in the pounding Wang Gediya, carved out of a tree trunk, till the rice turned to powder.  It is sieved, separating the fine powder from the coarse, and the coarse bits pounded again.  These days you can get the rice pounded at the mill. Latha sends her husband to the local mill to grind larger quantities of rice. To give a special flavor to the Kavums, spices such as Cardamoms and Fennel are added to the mixture. Usually Kithul jaggery or Treacle is used to add sweetness. However Latha says that “really good Kithul jaggery is hard to find. People often add sugar when preparing the jaggery. When I can’t source the proper ingredients, I switch to brown sugar” she added.

Kithul jaggery is made from the sap harvested from the Kithul or Fishtail Palm. Tappers climb the 40-foot Kithul trees to tap its flower and obtain the liquid yield, from which the jaggery or treacle is made. Although Kithul palms grow abundantly all over the country, the clearing of rainforest buffer zones and the reduction of the home gardens – among other reasons – has led to the recent scarcity of the palm. “The future of this much-loved sweetener is uncertain” says Latha. 

Getting the Konde Kavum right is an art – Photo credit: Nadeeja Abeyasekera

The story of Sinhala Kavun oil cakes dates back to 5th century or possibly earlier. The ministers of the King’s court would bring a box of Sinhala Kavum as a gift. The Dhathuwansaya noted that there were 18 kinds of kavums;Sedhi Kavum, made by the spoon; mun loalu, made of green gram flour; Ulundu kavum, made of black gram flour); Uthupu, made using a coconut shell; and Ginipu or fire Kavum. In ancient chronicles, a European trader Cosmas, notes that Kavum had been taken to the Roman court of Emperor Claudius during the 6th century. Cosmas, who visited Lanka in 545-550 AD, mentions that gold, gems, pearls, delicious fruits, Kavum and Kalu dodol from Lanka were presented to the royal court by the country’s ambassadors. The Sinhala literary chronicle  Saddharma-Ratnavaliya mentions Kavum (rice-cake), Pani Kavum (rice-cake with honey) and Kudu Kavum (rice-cake made solely of rice bran sans oil) indicating Kavum’s long-standing presence in history.

The wonderful smell of the Kavum being made was making me a little greedy. Then, I was reminded that the kind of order that Latha was fulfilling prevented us from tasting them. Latha poured a spoonful of batter into the hot frying pan, inserted an ekel in the middle, twirling it around while swirling oil on to the batter, and pressing down on the sides till the middle rose up like a knob. The knob resembles a bun at the nape of the neck that most Sri Lanka women with long hair used to wear. Latha claims the size of the konde or the knob is proof of one’s skill in making kavum. Other sweetmeats don’t require this kind of twist by the wrist – it is something that Latha can definitely be proud of and explains why she is sought-after for the preparation of traditional sweetmeats in Matara.

Having placed the seven Kavum on a banana leaf-lined winnower or kulla made of bamboo and cane, she proceeded to fry batches of mung-kavun and mung guli. The mung kavum requires equal portions of mung and rice flour and sweetener The flour is slightly roasted and set aside. The Jaggery is dissolved in a cup of hot water, Cardamon and Fennel added for flavor, and a pinch of salt to taste. The roasted flour is added in little by little, while mixing all the ingredients into a smooth dough. Half of the dour is flattened on a wooden board while the other half is made into small balls. The flattened dour is cut diagonally to give equal size pieces. Latha dipped each piece in a batter made of rice flour, a dash of turmeric and water and fried them.

The difference between Mung Kavum and Narang Kavum is that the latter uses pani pol – a preparation of grated coconutand jaggery mixed over a low fire as a base, with a smaller quantity of mung and rice flour. Once the ingredients are mixed into a dough and taken off the fire, it is made into balls and fried in the batter.

To make Athiraha– a small flat round kavumwhose name means “exceedingly delicious”, Latha called her eldest daughter. She was as dexterous as her mother. She used roasted rice flour, kithul treacle and a handful of broken rice of sun-sahal, a little sesame and Cardamoms to whisk a dough on a low heat. To get the dough off the pan, she used a bit of coconut oil. When the dough had adequately cooled on plantain leaf, she formed it into small balls. “The dough has to be cool enough to shape the kavum – not too hot, but hot and malleable enough to be shaped easily” explained Latha. The small discs of dough is then dipped in hot oil and fried until golden and crisp. Of 18 different types of kavum, Athiraha is considered the “Queen of Tarts”.

Having used a gas burner for the preparation of five different items, Latha moves on to a Kerosene burner to prepare the next. She says the cylinder was bought from Matara twon with the greatest difficulty -she had sent her son to stay in a queue early in the morning on the day the consignment was expected. Not knowing when the next stock of gas will be available, she thinks to switch to the cheaper option of Kerosene. Fortunately, she owns three single burners which she had bought some years back. Latha also has the option of cooking using fire-wood in case there is a fuel shortage. “In the beginning we all cooked over the fire-wood stove. Cooking takes longer on the stove but it’s tastier. Of course the cleaning is messy and this is why everyone now prefers to use gas stoves” explained Latha.

Latha is preparing the batter for Kokis by adding ground rice flour to coconut milk with a bit of turmeric, Cardamoms, Fennel and a dash of salt. Measuring ingredients is something she has acquired through experience. She uses ubiquitous items like a bowl or jug and still seems to know how much is poured out of them. “Some people add an egg but this is not necessary” says Latha. She adjusts the wick on the kerosene lamp until the flame is just right. Moving her focus back to the batter she says “the mould has to be prepared for making Kokis – if it’s the first time, the trick is to heat the copper mould until its red hot over the furnace, and you then dip it in flour and fry”. She starts making Kokis – gently dipping the hot mould three-quarter in the batter and shaking it off after a while with an ekel. She allows the Kokis to fry on both sides until golden, but before that she dexterously introduces another fresh one. With total concentration on previous and new Kokis, Latha is able to coordinate and pick a new batch of bites off the frying pan. Kokis has its roots in Europe – I found out that most Finish countries prepare rosette cookies and they are popular during Christmas in Norway, Denmark as well as Spain and Turkey. It is believed that Kokis was introduced to Sri Lanka by the Portuguese around 1500.

The final item on the list was Kalu Dodol. The origin of Dodol can be traced back to Malay traders from Indonesia. The city of Hambantota, located 88 kilometres from Matara along the Southern coast, is famous for Kalu Dodol – it is the place where Malay and Chinese traders are said to have arrived in their boats called sampans. The preparation of Dodol is tedious and time consuming. Latha says her husband and two daughter support her, cooking over a wooden stove outside.

Seven different sweetmeats prepared with a twist of the wrist – Photo credit Nadeeja Abeyasekera

To make Kalu Dodol, the kithul jaggary and thin coconut milk are mixed and boiled in a large pan until the mixture reduces to half the original amount. Rice flour, thick coconut milk and the rest of the ingredients – bits of cashew, plums, sago and Cardamoms – are then added. It is necessary to continuously stir the mixture while simmering, to prevent it from burning and sticking to the pan. The oil that floats to the surface of the mixture must also be repeatedly removed. Once the mixture becomes thick, it is poured into a tray, pressed, and left to cool. This labor-intensive process can take up to 3-4 hours. The firm kalu dodol is cut into pieces before serving.

Kiri dodol or Kiriya is a slightly different version of dodol that is prepared for special poojas. “Usually Kiriya is prepared by males – to ensure a clean preparation they cover their mouth and nose with a cloth” says Latha. Kiri Dodol takes less time to prepare and uses more rice flour, with less coconut milk. Kithul jaggary or sugar is dissolved with the two and brought to a boil under a low flame. Like the dodol, mixture is continuously whisked to avoid getting stuck on the pan. When the consistency is just right the hot mixture is poured into a tray, and cut into pieces once it’s cooled. A good Kiriya would turn out simultaneously soft and firm. And melt in the mouth; ingredients like sago, raisin or cashew add a bit of bite and the Cardamoms an enchanting flavor.

It took less than two hours for Latha to whip up six different items of sweetmeats. She says she has been doing this since age fifteen. “Everything I learnt, I learnt by watching other women preparing traditional sweetmeats – in fact I didn’t learn it from my mother” she adds. In the village there is no shortage of women to engage in cooking – a number of friends would appear on short notice to help Latha. She had registered her business as “Araliya Rasa Kavili” in 1983, the year her eldest daughter was born. The extra income from the business has helped her family achieve a good position in society. Each of daughters one has established her own line of work, and my son is studying technology. “It gives me great pleasure to see them doing so well in life” said Latha wiping a tear off her cheek.

For a woman of Latha’s strength and talent, making sweetmeat is not a daily chore – it is a great source of satisfaction.

This article is a part of a series that illustrates pluralism through diversity of cultures in Sri Lanka. The author wishes to thank and acknowledge support received from Internews through a fellowship grant. All rights reserved by Internews @2022.

Club Mirissa – Surviving, adapting and preparing for the new normal

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The COVID-19 outbreak has had unprecedented circumstances for the fragile tourism and hospitality
industry in Sri Lanka. Coming close on the heels of the aftermath of the Easter Sunday attacks, even after
two years and 63% of the country’s population fully vaccinated, new variants thwart attempts to revive
the sector raising serious questions about the present and future survival of hoteliers.

Club Mirrisa in 2009                          Photo credit Shyam Muhandiramge

Tucked away in the once-thriving tourist destination of Southern coast, Club Mirissa is 100 yards away from the beach. The entrance is through two massive gate posts into a large garden of coconut, jack and Indian almond trees. An impressive colonial styled bungalow – probably 200 years old – located at the far corners catches the attention of the visitors. Comfortable outdoor seating is arranged under a large Indian almond tree protecting the visitors from the harsh noon sun as they sit and to enjoy a refreshing king coconut drink. Watching the trees sway with the breeze, birds twittering and squirrels scampering you realize that Nature has created a wonderful serendipity at this location.

Two years back, Club Mirissa & Restaurant was teeming with guests. Along with Lebanese partners Hadi and Ihab, Shyam was running one of the most popular locations for beer and DJ music in the Southern coast. “The decade 2020 was a disaster for the tourism and hospitality industry. At first the guests couldn’t decide if they wanted to stay or go” said Shyam describing the catastrophe brought down by the pandemic. “Many who had planned their vacations decided to stay in the beach area. Club Mirissa had about a dozen guests until the end of April 2020”. And then the whole place shut down. The beach was deserted. “The year 2019 was the best year for us and 2020 became the worst. We have never experienced something like this before” explained Shyam.

Larger hotels were quick to respond to the crisis by becoming agile and localized. More than 50% of staff got laid-off, no one was spared. Facilities such as gyms, pools and spas were closed. While survival was the overriding concern of many in the hotel industry, they prepared for the medium and long-term expecting to pick up occupancy once travel restrictions and internal lockdowns were lifted. These hotels could operate at reduced occupancy allowing social distancing.

However, for smaller operations such as Club Mirissa – led by a single owner – the challenges are bigger and more acute at a personal level. There were no saving or investments coming through to buffer the losses. Sheer guts and determination to survive and to revive the club made Shyam come up with alternative plans. Rising from the ashes nearly a year later, Shyam and his wife Dammi are slowly opening the club for visitors. Sadly with no revenue coming from the business, the owners had to let-go all of their staff. As the Lebanese partnership fell through, the owners ended up footing large utility bills. At first the government requested the CEB to allow concessions to hoteliers to settle their bills until 2021. The CEB – also hard pressed for revenue to meet its own expenses – has disregarded this request. In January, without any notice, both electricity and water supply were cut off.

Club Mirrisa – Jan 2022 Photo credit Nadeeja Abeyasekera
 

Shyam’s journey in the industry began when he went to England on his uncle’s invitation and had gained skills in the hospitality sector. He first worked as a barista in a cafe. Later, having saved some money, he established himself as an entrepreneur in Wales. He acquired a couple of beach front chalets and ran them profitably until the recessions in 2008. Bearing heavy losses during this time, he returned to Sri Lanka. He started fresh by moving into their home in Mirissa. At that time there was a boom in Sri Lanka’s tourist industry following the end of the war. What affected the coastal belt the most was the Boxing Day Tsunami in December 2004. However, by this time people had recovered and tourism was thriving. Shyam had told me that the house was a gift from Dr Decker, a German friend his dad had made in Colombo. The first idea for Club Mirissa came about in 2009 with his father, Dr Muhandiramge Haridasa Wijesinghe, and his friend from Germany.

Shyam volunteered to show us the property. As we walked down a paved way he reminiscence the music and parties Club Mirsisa had hosted. “The Club Mirissa is ideal for home-stay tourism for those visitors who seek quite time away from the busy tourist locations” says Shyam. “Having relaxed in quietude of this garden they can walk up to the beach any time to take a dip in the warm sea” he adds. Mirissa offers some of the nicest beaches with great waves for surfing, and waters teeming with marine life, from turtles to big blue whales.

The owners Shyam & Dammi
Photo credit: Nadeeja Abeyasekera

With no staff to clean the property, the owner has decided at first to look at promoting surfing and whale watching to tourists. In addition he and his wife prepare meals for visitors. He is also ready to rent out the cabins to anyone interested in a long-term stay or setting up a spa or yoga practice. “Yoga or a Spa would attract more visitors to the property” says Shyam. He led me to a pavilion that would be ideal for yoga. “This used to be the restaurant and bar – on the other side we have kitchen where the cooks prepared snacks and meals those days” he said.

Shyam shows me the interior of the house. “It’s very hard to maintain a tiled roof in this area with these monkeys, they dislodge all terra cotta tiles” he said. The broken roof had caused some damage to the walls and the floor, the furniture was pushed away from the leaking areas and stacked to the edge of the room. The doors and windows were in thick jack timber. They had once been white – now they were sporting brightly coloured graffiti. “These are creations of my Lebanese partners” says Shyam.

Outside you can see the old colonial house is nearly 12 feet high, its roof trimmed beautifully with wooden trellis now broken in a few places. The house has elegant double doors that has been decorated in blue echoing the colour of the sea. Shyam and Dammi said they wanted to renovate and paint the house. “This will be a new beginning for us. I want it to look like what it was back in 2009” said Shyam showing me a photograph he found on his writing desk.

Coconuts & King Coconuts  – Photo credit Nadeeja Abeyasekera

Shyam had recently taken in an elderly couple who had come looking for work, offering them a roof above their head and daily meals. The elderly people would work in the garden, gather fire wood and attend to othertasks to care for the property. When we met Hemawathi (67) we observed that she is too frail to do much work. She was also very forgetful. Ariyasena (71) her husband made up for it by working hard. When visitors casually drop in for a drink of king coconut (thambili) or young coconut (kurumba) he would greet them with a toothless smile and cut the fruit and pour a drink. For those who were eager to try drinking it has the locals do – by keeping the lips at the opening cut on the smooth surface of the fruit so that they could drink it with a slurp. Then he would cut the king coconut or coconut into two halves and scoop up delicious tender coconut meat (londa) for the visitors. Ariyasena would then take the remains to the rear garden where he stacks them neatly for drying.

Hemawathi & Ariyasena – Photo credit Amila Dayaratne

It was heartwarming to see that even in dire state of finances, Shyam provided this elderly couple with an opportunity. We found out that they had been evicted from their home as they had failed to pay rent for the last three months, as both could not find work during the pandemic Ariyasena and his wife had walked from Koggala to Mirissa, a distance of 22 kms sans their belonging, as the land lady refused to give them any of it. Collecting some money from the owner, Ariyasena had gone back in the hope of collecting their belongings. He

returned with their clothes but the land lady had by then disposed their gas cooker and cylinder for a good amount. In a country where hospitality was once abundant, it truly a sad state of affairs to see people turn harsh and hard-hearted facing difficulties themselves.

Club Mirissa doesn’t offer an elaborate Menu these days. We asked the owners if it we could have a home-cooked meal of rice and curry. Shyam took upon the offer with great enthusiasm. We looked over at the elderly man bent over picking ekels off a dry coconut branch and said “please include everyone in the meal”. Since Shyam himself did most of the work he was off to the market to get the meat and vegetables. On his way he rang up his brother and sister-in-law and asked them to come and assist. Although you don’t need that many people to cook a meal of rice and curry – he felt an extra hand would take off the burden off his wife. Since the supply of gas was limited, they were using fire wood to cook. While Shyam was away attending to the chores his brother answered any queries coming from the tourists. Very quickly a tasty meal was whipped up – a Sri Lankan spicy chicken curry, white dhal curry, green leaves (mukunuwenna mallung), salad and papadam.

Hemawathi using the wood stove
Photo by Nadeeja Abeyasekera

By sneaking out into the kitchenette at the back of the house I notice that the food was prepared over a fire wood stove that Hemawathi was managing this – this explains the added taste in the curries. The other secret could be the use of thick coconut milk and use of pandan (rampe) leaves. The Sri Lankan salad is very simple – it has bite sized cucumber, tomatoes, green chilies and onions. The vegetables are mixed with a bit of salt and pepper. Yet it is the fourth item that completes this simple meal. Of course the ubiquitous papdam (an item that goes missing no sooner it’s served) makes each mouthful even more enticing. Having enjoyed a second serving as well, we went in to give our compliments to Dammi and her relative.

As we look back at Club Mirissa we did not see it as the Lala-Land that it once was – we saw it as an old colonial house that opened its door to quench the thirst and relieve the hunger of the weary. “Back in the day people had little to worry and had enough to spare. That they were very generous in their ways”. I felt we too had enjoy a bit of that generosity through the present owners – a sumptuous meal and a heartwarming and encouraging tale. As Shyam and his wife braces to face the new normal of short circulation of tourists we can only hope this would be a fresh start for Club Mirissa.

Sumptuous meal of rice & curries served for lunch – Photo credit Amila Dayaratne

This article is a part of a series that illustrates pluralism through diversity of cultures in Sri Lanka. The author wishes to thank and acknowledge support received from Internews through a fellowship grant. All rights reserved by Internews @2022.

Fishing for their lives – Negombo fish industry buzz with action

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Negombo is situated on the west coast of Sri Lanka, around 38 kms north of Colombo and 9 kms to the Bandaranaike International Airport in Katunayake. The city is best known for its long sandy beaches and its century old fishing industry. A majority of the bilingual community living around the lagoon is linked to the fishing industry.

Traditional fisherman using catamarans and nylon nets the haul their catch

At the mouth of the lagoon there are two interlinked inlands surrounded by brackish water known as Munnakaraya. Generations back fisherman in Munnakkaraya lived in small thatch-roofed houses in shanties. Today they have developed vastly with the thriving fishing trade and support received from relatives who have migrated to Italy. Areas that have developed with the influence from these migrants is known as ‘Little Italy’. Here, you find families living in two-storied houses decked with decorative roofs, tiled flooring and luxury furnishing. Driving along the Munnakaraya Road you across the St Nicholas Church, where the fisherman say they go to offer their prayers to the Saints before they leave on a long fishing trip.

Traditional fishing in the lagoon

Fisherman in Munnakkaraya follow traditional fishing methods that has been passed down for generations. They rely on traditional knowledge of the seasons and use outrigger canoes carved out of tree trunks and nylon nets to bring in modest catches. There are two types of traditional boats – one is called Oruva, a sailing canoe and the other a paruva, a large, man-powered catamaran fitted with kurlon dividers. Most are small day boats that come back the same day, with many of them offloading their catch along Negombo’s large beach front. During the spawning season the fishermen will go out to sea early in the morning and come back with a catch of small fish like salaya, keeramin, sudaya, sura para, hurulla, handello and halmassa.  Unlike prawns and crabs, these fetch very low prices. The left over fish is taken home. Like the ebb and flow of the waves on the beach, fisherman and their families know how to tide over lean times by borrowing money from lenders.

By crack of dawn the lellama or fish market is buzzing with activity as hundreds of boats dock bringing their catch after venturing weeks into the deep seas.  The larger boats tend to spend at least a couple of weeks out fishing and it was these boats that had the larger hauls. They are motor powered fishing trawlers owned by rich fish mudalalis or traders. Fishing is constant grueling work. Most men start when they are young and go on till they are 70 years of age. Due to problems that are both personal as well as a result of the issues in

A good catch of Lagoon prawns

the industry they are working they hardly save any money. Only a few fisherman are lucky to reach the level of success enjoyed by the fish mudalalis. Most fishermen work in fishing boats are allowed a percentage of the revenue brought in by the haul.

Fish in large qualities is traded by the fish mudalalis at the big market nearby Lorries of frozen fish arrive here from Mannar, Trincomalee and the south. The best catch from the boats arriving at the fishing harbor, like yellow fin tuna, are traded off in mid seas, for export. “The best of the catch never reaches this market” confirms a fisherman leading us inside. After the fish is valued and priced, they are loaded into ice packed cartons and transported to other areas of the country. “The fish that gets thrown out is turned into dry fish” he explains pointing to the long lines of women working under the harsh sun.  

We walk up to take a closer look the women working on the dry fish lines, their hands were still busy like machines cutting, cleaning fish and throwing the fish from one basket to another. Two women lift the heavy basket and take it to the shore line, they let waves bump it to-and fro – presumably washing the fish. They claim the salt water is good to clean the fish.

Further down women tend the fish that is already dried on one side, flipping the pieces. These women work 5-8 hours starting at the crack of dawn. The reason why they are so fast in what they do is because of the harsh Sun pelting down on them, making it impossible to work beyond 2 pm. Yet the women don’t look tired –they are cheery and talkative.

Women working under the harsh sun, making dry fish

We move down to a place where women are rubbing salt on large fish sliced lengthwise – a balaya. The fish is stacked into cartons dripping with salt. They set in 3 to 5 days, after which they can be dried on the beach like the rest of the fish. From shark to balaya, linna to halmasso, fish in every size is being processed on this line. In the evening everything is covered in thick plastic sheets and kept dry.

Making dry fish is one method of preservation – the other traditional preparation is ‘malu jaadi’. Jaadi is fairly less know compared to dry fish, and its taste also very different.

Having arrived at the lellama early in the morning to buy some fresh fish, we were introduced to Anthony Figurado (54) who has been a fisherman for the past 35 years. We then drove past the lellama, down a narrow road to locate his house in the village of Munnakkaraya. His wife Yogaraja (51) greets us and introduces us to her mother and sister. She welcomes us into her modest home and says her husband is on his way with the fish we had selected earlier in the day.

Part of this fish will be for the preparation of ‘malu jaadi’. Apart from selecting good, fresh fish, the ingredients for Jaadi is simple – salt and goraka (Garcinia), the balance of both gives the fish a unique taste, a dash of turmeric and some karapincha (curry leaves) and rampe (pandan leaves).This fish is layered with salt and goraka. “You can have many layers as you want, but the fish must be covered in salt” she explained as she made the preparation.

The pot is closed tightly with a lid and covered with a clean cloth and tied around with a piece of string. The common saying “jaadiyata mudiya” stems from the requirement of a tightly fitting lid for a pot of jaadi and is used in colloquial language to refer to 2 people who are well-matched. The pot will be kept in a cool place for about a week. When you open it you will find that the fish has slightly shrunk and become hard. At the bottom will be a liquid – it’s the moisture from the fish drawn by the concentration of salt in the mixture. The liquid is called “lunijja” and is used to enhance the taste in other dishes like billing curry and pol malung. Once prepared ‘maalu jaadi’ can be kept for a long time.

Fish ready for preparation of malu-jaadi

The fisherman’s wife said that the jaadi can be prepared as a white curry with a lot of coconut milk – onions, garlic and tomatoes.

We asked Anthony if the fisherman were facing any challenges. He said “the fisherman in the western coast have been complaining for years about the reduction in fish stocks”. According to these fisherman, most of the fish breeding areas in Negombo have been affected and the fishing community is facing a bleak future. They point to large scale development projects such as the Negombo highway in 2009, and Port City in 2014 that were constructed overlooking serious environmental impacts to the breeding grounds. Local fisherman who catch prawns in the lagoon said their harvest dropped drastically due to the vibration of vehicle movement on Colombo-Katunayaka highway. Further the construction of the highway 15 years ago, damaged and reduced the extent of mangroves that serve as breading grounds for prawns and fish. Even before it could bring in any revenue the Colombo Ports City development project has cause severe damages to the sea bed, changing the bio diversity, reducing the green cover and shifting the tides on the western coast of Sri Lanka. A country that has been ignoring environment damages made another big mistake by allowing the X-Press Pearl, the ship that was refused birthing in other ports to come into Sri Lanka territory where it sunk in the western coast in June 2021, spilling 25 tonnes of nitric acid, along with other chemicals and cosmetics into the seas. This exacerbated already damaged breading grounds leading to a drastic drop in fish hauls towards the latter part of 2021. Both, traditional small boats and bigger multi-day trawlers are complaining of reduced fish stock.

Some say environmental changes, unprecedented climatic variations and illegal fishing is threatening the livelihood of local fishermen. Since the catch is reducing, the boats are venturing further into the sea. “Sometimes we go beyond the border, into international water. Here you have to compete with other fishing boats, from Israel, America and India who are better equipped than us” explained the fisherman. “We would be lucky to catch a good haul of yellow fin tuna before the foreign boats arrive. We communicate with each other and help local fisherman arrive to the best spots. One good catch and we have made enough money for weeks” he adds. This is the only way small boats can compete with larger fishing trawlers.

Another reality we face is that the youth of fisher families do not find the fishing profession attractive and prefer alternative employment.  According to recent reports, the total fishing population in the Negombo Fishing District is 33,604 and only 9,249 of them are active fishermen. The report states that approximately 79.9 percent of these active fishermen are above the age of 40 and fishermen between the ages of 20 and 29 years are only a mere 1.5 percent. There are many reasons for it and primary amongst them is a lack of upward mobility. This is the reason why many of the youth in that area are finding ways to migrate to Australia and Italy, most of them using illegal methods and crossing the vast ocean in small crafts.

Anthony & Yogaraja Figurado from Munnakaraya

Anthony has two daughters. Usually only the male children in a fisher family takes after their father’s trade.  His eldest daughter is married and has given birth to twins. Her husband is living and working in Italy. He manages to visit the family twice a year. Anthony is still paying the loan he has taken for his daughter’s wedding. A wedding is a big celebration in Negombo and he shows us the wedding pictures proudly. “Many of us, fisherman, have loans to pay. I want to pay off all my debts before I retire from the fishing trade”.

We ended our conversation on “malu jaadi”. When there is excess amount of fish, the fisher families use this traditional preparation to preserve the stock. As in other fishing communities jaadi making is fading away, there is no longer a need – traders are able to freeze the stock. Soup and fish explain half the emotions. In Negombo people are always enjoying a good meal with one or two types of fish cooked tastefully. Anthony and Yogaraja surprised us with a hastily prepared meal for lunch. Yogaraja led us into their modest living room where we sat down to enjoy a simple meal of rice and curry. Everything was wonderful – the highlight of the day was an amazing jaadi white curry prepared by Yogaraja’s mother. She seemed to be a seasoned cook. Her face lit up with joy as we shared our appreciation of this rare dish. It would be a pity should this traditional method be forgotten with the current modern trends.

Fishing boats docked at the Negombo fishing harbour

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This article is a part of a series that illustrates pluralism through diversity of cultures in Sri Lanka. The author wishes to thank and acknowledge support received from Internews through a fellowship grant. All rights reserved by Internews @2022.

The roots and tales of Bharathas in Sri Lanka

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Sri Lankan culture has been greatly influenced by India, owing to the geographical proximity of the two countries. The narrowest distance between the two is a strip of 50 kms between Dhanushkodi in India and Thalaimannar in Sri Lanka, which was believed once to be connected by a stone bridge that the great Indian epic ‘Ramayana’ claims was built by monkeys. Arial mapping has confirmed the existence of the Rama’s Bridge or Rama Setu. The close connection led to many exchanges between the two countries – people arriving on each shores over the years, and the merging of cultures.

A small community of predominantly Catholic people of Indian origin occupy the western coastal belt from Mannar to Chilaw and Negombo to Colombo. They are believed to be descendants of Tamil-speaking Paravar people of Southern India who had once been Hindus. An estimated 1288 Bharathas are currently living in Sri Lanka, although they are a slowly vanishing group, who were only recognized as a unique ethnic group in 2001.

Pearl fisheries in Mannar, 15th cen.

Pearl diving is where the connection of the Bharathas to the Island begins. Legend has it that in the 1415, they came from Mohenhadaro led by Aryan warriors and 16 lieutenants to drive away the ‘Mukkuwas’ or Arab horse traders, ensconced in Puttalam, who were monopolizing the very valuable pearl trade. Incensed by an encroachment on what they considered to be their domain, the Bharathas, using their sea-faring skills, sailed across the Indian Ocean to make regular forays into this monopoly. Over time, they completely displaced the Arabs, and as a reward, the King of Sri Lanka at that time, King Parakramabahu VI of Kotte welcomed them as his subjects. Integrating very well with the local communities, they initially settled down on the coast at Mannar where many of the descendants of the original families still remain.

The last group of Paravar from south India came and settled in the British times. During the cotton boom in 1850-60 more Paravar migration came from South India mainly from Paravaroor (towns) Alanthalai, Manapad, Punniyakayal, Tutucorin, Vembar, Vepar and Veerapandiapatnam from South India settled in Sri Lanka. They had the Portuguese connection so it made them comfortable to settle in Sri Lanka. Many, centuries later, how and when they came seem irrelevant, for they have well and truly integrated themselves into Sri Lankan society.

Fernando is the most common Bharaha surname. The Fernandos hailing from the parish of Vembar in South East India, were the converts of the Jesuits in the 16th century whose faith was enkindled by St. Francis Xavier. Through thick and thin, they cherished their faith even as they spread their wings to distant shores, to reach Mannar, Negombo, and Colombo and beyond.

Coonghe, Pinghe, Moraes, Croos, Dabrera, Sosa, Fernandos, Rodrigos, Paldano, also Feldano, Figurado, Mirando, Paiva, Victoria and Raj Chandra – all these names that may sound familiar to Sri Lankans are rooted in the Bharatha community. Their names also link them immediately to the Portuguese and Catholicism. Though their ancestors were Hindus, they were compelled to convert to Catholicism when Portuguese colonial missionaries came to Ceylon, and were bestowed Portuguese names. Vestiges of Hindu culture still remain, for families still tie the thali round the bride’s neck during the marriage ceremony. The older generations speak mostly Tamil. There are four family names of non-Christian origin still in common use, these being Kalingarayan, Villavarayan, Poobalarayan and Rayan. These names are thought possibly to have their origin in arayan, which was used by Tamil fishing groups.

In Negombo, I meet an elderly gentleman who has a different story to relate. Alensis Brendan Sosa claims “the Bharatas or Bharatakula as a relatively prosperous merchant group from India that settled amongst the Sinhalese in the Negombo area”. They came from Tuticorin, a port city in Tamil Nadu presently known as Thoothukudi.

According to Sosa, his ancestor Gabriel de Croos arrived in Negombo and set up a business in 1800s. His son, John Leo de Croos, married Barbara Coonghe and they had two daughters Rosa Isabelle de Croos and Mary Christina de Croos. Soon after giving birth to Mary, Barbara died and Clara, Sosa’s grandmother cared for her. The two sisters were boarded at the Kandy convent where they received an education. John Leo was a land owner, a very wealthy man. Apart from setting aside inheritance for his two daughters, he left a large portion of his wealth to the poor. One story relates, a thousand acres of coconut land was entrusted in the care of the parish priest of St Mary’s church to be given as dowries to poor women and land to widows. Sosa said that we should visit the St Mary’s church and see the beautiful marble altar made in the memory of John Leo de Croos and his wife in 1922.

St Mary’s Church in Negombo – 1874

Located on Grand Street in the center of Negombo is the St. Mary’s Church – one of the largest cathedrals in Sri Lanka. This impressive church was built in neoclassicism style with columns and plain walls around 1874. Its ceilings are painted with alabaster images of many saints. A wedding ceremony had just ended, and still a few visitors decked in shiny dresses and smart suits were lingering along the aisles with their children trailing behind. The church was decorated beautifully with flower arrangements, but elaborate carvings, statues and paintings outshone all of this. At the nave of the Cathedral was a marble slab which had been donated in memory of the late John Leo de Croos by his family. The priest said the marble cost a lot of money even back then, and that it was shipped from Italy as requested by John de Croos in his last will.

The Bharathas consider St. Joseph as their patron saint and celebrate the feast with pomp and pageantry at St. Mary’s Church.

The altar at the center of the church brought from Italy in 1922

The two daughters of John de Croos who were devout Catholics dedicated their lives to serving the community. They donated a 10 acre land at the Copra junction (the place where copra was collected to be transported to Colombo) in Negombo to the Marista brothers to build a secondary school for boys. The school that began in 1921 as part of St Mary’s college was renamed Maris Stella College in 1924.

Maria Stella College, Negombo – 1924

To match the school’s new name Maris Stella which means “the star of the sea” the college crest was designed to depict a sailing ship with a star at the top, with a motto “Ite Para Tutum” meaning “show us the way”. The two letters “A” and “M” stands for Ave Maria the first two words in Latin of the Catholic prayer- Hail Mary. Today, Maris Stella is a leading boys schools in the Western Province.

Community service  has always been their second nature, with even the Chapel at St Bridget’s Convent being donated by a Bharatha family, as well as the “Lin Hathara” public baths in Kochikade.

Sosa recollects the generosity of his ancestors. He said “Bharathas in Negombo built a cemetery and an elder’s home using their own wealth. Next to the elder’s home is the community hall where people of our community meet regularly”.  

Chapel at the Bharatha Community Cemetery

The Baharatha cemetery is a place of tranquility and reverence with a small chapel located at the center. Neat rows of graves line the pathway. Elaborate grave stones in marble indicated familiar Bharatha surnames like Croos, Coonghe Moraes and Dabrera. This land has been a donation by John Leo de Croos as mentioned at the chapel entrance.

According to Sosa, the Bharathas later moved away from their traditional sea-faring roots into commerce. The first prominent Colombo trader was S. Miguel Fernando, a Milliner and Draper who specialized in gents outfitting. His business was located at 106, Main Street in Pettah, now the commercial and trade hub of the city This was soon followed by what became iconic merchant icons like M.P Gomez, J.L. Carwallio and F.X Pereira’s- the first departmental store in Ceylon, which stood at 144 Main Street, Pettah. Many are the stories abound of Christmas shopping not being complete without a visit to buy crackers, cake ingredients and of course, liquor. The Bharathas also left a legacy which became historical in Sri Lanka – the kerosene bullock cart. Starting from importing onions from India, they acquired the agency to distribute petroleum products and even exported kerosene to India. There were over 50 “Rising Sun” petrol and oil depots throughout the island, all of them run by Bharatha business owners. A barrel mounted on a bullock cart was widely used in kerosene delivery in the 1950s and 1960s. A bell informed approaching of kerosene cart. Mr P V Anthonis father of well-known surgeon Dr P R Anthonis initially sold Kerosene in a Bullock cart. Eventually when he became more prosperous he had a standalone establishment selling kerosene. This trading success encouraged the Bharathas to venture into other commercial ventures and soon they were into Coconut farming, Land ownership and Arrack licensing moving on the coast from Mannar to Panadura and inland into Kandy and Kurunegela.

Negombo black pork curry

Bhatatha families get together to celebrate occasions such as Christmas. Even those who are living overseas come back to Sri Lanka to be reunited with their families. Sosa’s daughter Diordre says “The black pork curry Bharathas make is unique, we cook black pork curry with lots of pepper – a must for any festive occasion”. The black pork curry is so called because of the spices and curry power used for the marinade. Tamarind is used to add distinct sour notes to curry, and even a hint of sweet and fruity taste. Explaining the recipes handed down from her grandmother, she says they also have a special ‘moju’ rice-puller (a pickle) made of prawns or dried fish. “Unlike other communities we use equal quantities of onion and maldive fish in our seeni sambol to make it really crunchy,” she adds.

Crab curry is another specialty at Bharatha family get-togethers, especially on Sundays. This dish goes all the way back to their roots in fishing, where the mud crabs  abundant in lagoons were brought home live with their pinchers tied up with strings, to be boiled and cooked. After boiling the crab for 10 minutes, the crabs are cut into 2 or 4 pieces depending on their size.

The curry is spiced with roasted coconut paste, turmeric, curry powder and red chilies, green chilies, onions, ginger, cloves, curry leaves and pandan leaves. Curry powder is an all-in-one powder -it includes dried red chilies as well as all the other spices like Coriander seeds, Fennel, Mustard, Cumin, and Fenugreek in different proportions.

Spicy crab curry

The crab curry originated in the northern regions of Sri Lanka but became popular around the country, mostly in the seaboard areas where fish and other seafood 
are staple foods. The dish is served with rice or pittu. The addition of Moringa leaves, an important ingredient to the crab curry, comes from Jaffna. Moringa or “drumstick” leaves are used with crab to alleviate the acidity of the crab. “My grandmother used to add a handful of Moringa leaves to prevent indigestion” added Diordre.

For the second ingredient, grated coconut is roasted in a pan until golden brown and smelling sweet and nutty. Mustard and Cumin is added and the coconut is ground into a thick paste using the pestle and mortar. The tempered and simmered curry is completed by adding the roasted coconut paste and a cup of coconut milk minutes before taking it off the stove. The crab curry is always served with fragrant yellow rice, green salad and lentil curry as it was done in the past.

Sosa recollected some of the sweetmeats his mother used to make for occasions. Chatti dosi was his favourite. “It’s made with rulang, ghee, sugar, cadju and raisins. Another was profegi -a sweet fried in oil, like a cutlet and Bharata women make all those Portuguese sweetmeats like bibikkan and kavun,” he added. Three days before a marriage, all the relatives would get together and cook kavun, but not take a single bite until the wedding was over. Another custom was to join three athiraha together to ensure a blissful life for the couple.

The two main Bharatha communities in Negombo and Colombo have established their own Associations to preserve the unique culture. The Negombo Bharatha Association was started in 1937. Nicholas Emmanuel De Croos the only son of John de Croos became the first president. The following year the Baharathas in Kotahena also established their own Association through which they organized various social and religious programs during the year to keep the community united and also to keep the present generation aware of the history and traditions of Bharathas.

There is a Basilica dedicated to “Our Lady of Snows” in Tuticorin, India built in 1582 A.D. by the Portuguese.  A replica of the Saint’s statue was brought by the Bharathas to Negombo. They set it up in front of the Periyamulla church, under the cover of a tiny attic to be honoured by the public. The Bharathas in Colombo consider the “Our Lady of Snows” their Patron Saint. A grand feast is celebrated annually at St Philip Neri’s Church in Pettah. Bharathas are staunch Catholics who have done a lot for the community. Because they venerate “Our Lady of Snow” Mr. A P Gomez made replicas of the statue in Tuticorin and installed at all the churches patronized by Bharathas in Colombo.

Bharathas never forgot their Indian roots. The connection between India has been strong for many centuries. Mr I. X. Pereira built a Rest Home in Tuticorin for the benefit of Bharathas who came from Ceylon or the outlying villages. It is known today as the Bharatha Home. The first Bharatha Conference was held in Tuticorin in December 1915. The 9th Bharatha Conference was held in Colombo, under the presidency of Mr A.L.J. Croos Dabrera in January 1938.

Retired Air Force Officer, Brendon Sosa

Sosa himself, a retired Air Force office of high rank is proud to have served the country during the civil war for 30 years. He said “The good thing about belonging to a small community is that everybody is known to each other. We have always been living harmoniously with everyone.” He recollects of a family heirloom that his cousin Adrian Coonghe gifted to him in 1996. It was a kastane Adrian had inherited from his grandfather Marcus Coonghe. The kastane is a short sword with a decorative hilt that was once worn as part of the attire of a native headmen. Since Sosa intends to pass on the Bharatha heritage to his grandson, Josua Moraes, he recently gifted the kastane to him. He also encouraged his grandson to join the Negombo Bharatha Association where as a member of the younger generation he can be involved in the community.

The Bharathas proved their success by both integrating into the local communities they settled in, and yet retaining their own unique identity and culture.

Precious heirloom, a kastane handed down for many generations

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This article is a part of a series that illustrates pluralism through diversity of cultures in Sri Lanka. The author wishes to thank and acknowledge support received from Internews through a fellowship grant. All rights reserved by Internews @2022.

Good Coffee is like Friendship, Rich, Warm and Strong

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Always thought the Irish Coffee to be the ideal way to end a dinner with friends. Having searched for decades the secret to a good Irish coffee I finally managed to find the right person to make the “queen of coffee” in town. Dennis Walterz is the Manager of Colombo’s exclusive dinner’s club, the Capri. He has been the most enthusiastic and energetic manager in years at the Capri. With many years of experience in food and beverage he has brought a new dimension to the food menu at the club.

Speaking to him I realised that it was not only the expertise gained over the years serving in several International hotel chains but also his passion for food (and drinks) that makes him so indulgent in food preparation. Indeed this is a rare quality to be recognize in the hospitality sector. I share the same passion but lack the know-how and experience in creating dishes or drinks. To compensated for this I speak to experts such as Dennis, who can make the authentic Irish Coffee – the “love of my life” (as Freddie Mercury of the 1970s pop band Queen sang).

Generally coffees such as Cappuccino, Espresso or Latte is prepared by a Barista using a coffee vending machine. Even though the Irish coffee will use one cup of Espresso it doesn’t come out of the machine. “The secret to this great spiked drink is in the preparation” says Dennis, “it take more than pouring Irish Whisky into a hot mug of coffee and topping it with whipped fresh cream”. Luckily he prepares the drink in front of you at the table and you can picked up on the skill along the way – if you have many Irish Coffee as I do.

Ingredients

1 cup freshly brewed hot coffee

1 tablespoon brown sugar

1 Jameson Irish whiskey (1 1/2 ounces or 3 tablespoons)

Heavy cream, slightly whipped

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

Method

Using a heat proof glass or mug get the rim of the glass sugar coated first. To do this rub lime on the rim of the glass and dip in course brown/ white sugar. Add a teaspoon into to the glass and heat the glass on a butane burner carefully, slightly caramelizing the sugar while heating the glass at the same time. Add 50 ml of Irish Whiskey such as Jameson and flame the liquor infusing the taste of caramelized sugar (making sure not to burn all of the liquor in blue flame!). Pour in a hot cup of coffee, put down the glass and stir with a teaspoon to dissolve any remaining sugar. According to Dennis 3 spoons of whipped cream is added to top up the drink, ideally using the back of a spoon. Finally add a dash of crushed nutmeg on top, for flavour.

Fortunately, Dennis makes one or two Irish Coffees serving the guests individually. Lights go out drawing in much excitement. Dennis would then bring in a tray of ingredients, the glasses and a butane lamp. The entire process takes about 15 minutes because the manager will also chat with you while he make your drink.

The Irish Coffee is the only after dinner beverage that contains all four main food ingredients – caffeine, liquor sugar and fat.To sip this wonderful drink after dinner is a perfect ending to a wonderful dinner with your friends. It’s true what they say “Great Coffee is like friendship – Rich, Warm and Strong“. If you were at the Capri in Colombo I would recommend you try the Irish Coffee.

History

The origin of the Irish coffee goes back to World War ll. It is believed that Irish Coffee was created in the winter of 1943 by Joe Sheridan, chef at Foynes Port near Limerick, Ireland. Foynes had become one of the biggest civilian airports in Europe during World War ll and then an airbase for transatlantic flights that often carried political or Hollywood figures.

One evening, a flight had to turn back to Foynes Air base mid way through its journey. Chef Joe Sheridan, feeling empathy for the delayed, cold and weary passengers decided to whip up something special for them to drink. The story goes that a silence descended as everyone enjoyed this delectable concoction. 

Dot in the Bay

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The waves whisper to me calling me to the soft sand
The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand
I shall boldly explore the seas’ possibilities
Although I cannot foretell all that the sea offers
The strong desire to enrich my mind’s coffers
Begs me to obey the seas’ enticing siren song
And let its wandering currents carry me along

– Belinda Stotler

It was beautiful Saturday morning, I open the blinds and look into a garden of coconut trees and beyond that the seas, white clouds touching the far horizon, and a mild sun rising shyly. My phone blinks and there is a message. “We are on the beach and the water is nice, Where are you? ” It’s 6.30 and looks like I am already late. I quickly dress in my bathing suit and put on a long Tee Shirt and slippers to go to the beach

All of my friends were out there in daring beach ware or short and Tees. I wave my hand and quickly walk up the beach to join them. The water was just right and since the bay was shallow we could easily dip in the water. In fact Amala who was a little older than the rest of us said, Heriketiya is a surfer’s beach, the sea in a bowl where you can just stay in the water. The sea looked calm, the waves just kissing the shore. A few surfers were already out looking for a little adventure.

Me and Diedre took to the water without a second thought, we just love the water. The others stayed on the shore. To enjoy the waves you have to embrace the sea – that is you turn towards the waves and let yourself be drawn into the waves. The trick is to use the sand on the beach to jump up into the wave or in the case of a big one swim ashore with the wave. Laughing, the two of us were going back and forth seeking the trill of bigger waves.

And then, at one point there was no footing on the bed of the sea. I had drifted away from where we stood just a while ago, and the seas was obviously deeper now. I did not want to panic at first so I tried to swim to the shore. But the current was drawing me back into the water. Diedre was nearby she encourage me to come towards her but I couldn’t swim out. I didn’t want to drag her to the spot I was in. I scanned the beach looking out for help – our friends were oblivious to my situation they waved on encouragingly. I scanned for surfers but they were mere dots in the sea. Just then two dogs got into the water and I held the gaze of the first one. Quickly a canine message flashed by “Hey human you are in trouble aren’t you”. Before they could swim towards me the waves hit and we were both swept to the shore. That was one startling moment! Undeterred we stayed on for another half and hour, bobbing on the waves, but not venturing too far from the shores.

Going under a cold shower and drying ourselves we went to the Dots on the Bay, a cool restaurant in Heriketiya for brunch. There under the shade of a bright red umbrella Amala told us the tale of two seas. I felt they all knew of my near-drowning experience and did not want to spoil the moment. I had heard of ‘Dead Sea’ in school. But no one ever told me this side of the story. You may find it interesting.

As you probably recall, the Dead Sea is really a Lake, and not a sea. It’s so high in salt content that the human body can float easily. You can almost lie down and read a book! All that saltiness has meant that there is no life in the Dead sea – no fish, no vegetation. Nothing lives in the Dead sea – hence the name Dead sea. The other Sea is the Sea of Galilee. Turns out that the Sea of Galilee is just north of the Dead Sea. The Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea receive their water from river Jordan. And yet, they are very, very different.

Unlike the Dead Sea, the Sea of Galilee is pretty, resplendent with rich, colorful marine life. Same region, same source of water, and yet while one sea is full of life, the other is dead. How come? Here’s apparently why. The River Jordan flows into the Sea of Galilee and then flows out . The water simply passes through the Sea of Galilee in and then out – and that keeps the sea healthy and vibrant, teeming with marine life.

But the Dead Sea is so far below the mean sea level, that it has no outlet. The water flows in from the river Jordan, but does not flow out. The water evaporates leaving the salt. The love and the respect, the wealth and the knowledge could all evaporate. Like the water in the Dead Sea. If we get the Dead Sea mentality of merely taking in more water, more money, more everything the results can be disastrous. Good idea to make sure that in the sea of your own life, you have outlets. Many outlets. For love and wealth – and everything else that you get in your life. Make sure you don’t just get, you give too. Open the taps. And you’ll open the floodgates to happiness.



Learning hands-on from the field teams

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I started my first post in NGO sector mid 2013. Just before that TVE Asia Pacific (TVEAP) had groomed me towards working in different teams, sometimes leading, sometimes following & constantly learning. It’s true what they say – “Children learn best when they are having fun”. I guess it a applies to adults as well. Making a bold leap from ICT to Development sector in 2013, I was learning hands-on from the field teams more than in the classrooms at University of Colombo (Masters in Development Studies). I continued to be nourished and nurtured during the next six years.

My term with LEADS at their Dehiwela office was a good time I reminisce often. It was a learning hub for me. We were discussing topics like child protection, advocacy, policy engagement with so many people specialized in these areas of work. Developing project documentation allowed me to dive deep into these areas and learn, absorb and apply the knowledge to new project designs. In addition we had plenty of engagement & support helping us grow in Christian faith. I blended well with all teams to contribute and work across their mandates.

On our way to Trinco field office LEADS January 2017

Everything I learnt on M&E (Monitoring & Evaluation) was at LEADS by being part of the team working on the CCCD (Child-Centered Community Development) project. We made regular visits to Hambantota and Trincomalee districts where the project was carried out. Even when I joined CCCD was approaching mid-term of it’s 9-year cycle. It was important to be part of the team during field visits to capture important learning from the communities. We had 2 project offices in these two districts with closely-knit teams based at the project location. Although Colombo office staff viewed the project from a different perspective, much learning was to be expected on these visits. Theoretically the project can be laid out in a neat diagram framing out the ‘logical’ thinking of the planned ‘transformation’ for the communities. The main expectation was to see children playing a key role in community transformation and also members of the community – especially women taking a lead role in bringing that change.

“Be the change you want to see in the World” said the great advocate for the oppressed to gain freedom – Mahatma Gandi. But its easier said than done. So many bottle-necks and stumbling blocks will be standing in the way. Nothing is perfect, on ground there will be a hundred different issues that crop up, that needs to be addressed for the activities to continue. It is indeed amidst all these we can measure the outcome of the project. It made a lot of sense to be there at these field meetings to catch on the vibes of the field team, community people and the government officers. It’s hard and tedious work all packed into a couple of days but way more productive in gathering information for reporting than working from the desk. The ride to field locations and the camaraderie of the teams overrides all these extremities. We have plenty of fun over (simple) meals and long chats into the nights.

As I look back we all learnt from each other by listening to the view points of different team members. The fact that nobody had the perfect answer, or necessarily agreed on the same points made our discussions all the more varied and rich. When we validated the actual numbers with the findings we were able to fill the gaps with solid reasoning stemming from the discussions. This knowledge was vital for us to make factual reports to our donors, have meaningful conversations with them about how we may do things differently while taking the project forward for the next year. End of the year we would have a review where we would take stock of everything in a lessons sharing event. We would talk not only about our progress but also of successful initiatives (our learning there) and failures that teach us even bigger learnings. When our participants from the community is able to give their views we are able to learn more about project failures (we are never shy about our failures). Knowing “why” helps us to find new ways of handling these stumbling blocks. It may be “Why were the youth dropping out of the courses they so eagerly joined 6 months ago?”, “Why is the engagement of women so weak in the CBO?”, “Why is the knowledge in sexual preproduction health poor in this area? but not the adjoining village” and so on. There are no big wins, no big losses but we move on to do better next year, having gained important insights during the review.

It is with a great sense of gratitude I look back and thank God for fantastic colleagues who shared all they knew and included me in their teams. Who gave me extra work that rewarded me with knowledge and know-how. As I navigate the seas of ‘development work’ the lamp that you lit has shed more than its share of light for me to glean important lessons from our projects. I have been able to continue to learn since leaving LEADS and to work with other NGOs probably because of the kindness shown by many of you.

Thank you!

A bigger team including board members in Jaffna – December 2016

A Woman of Character

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Beauty of life is in each precious moment stop and smell the roses

I met Deepani around 2013 when I joined a master’s study course at the University of Colombo. Men and women from different fields having varied interest in the development sector comprises the class of 30 (may be a few more). There across the rows on the right side was a small made lady a making quite a stir in between lecturers because of her friendly manner and ability to have conversations with everyone. Although she resembled a tomboy with straight hair up to the shoulders framing her strong bony face and wide genuine smile she defied that stereo type. Seated on the left wing I was shyer and self-conscious, taking my own time to pick my friends with whom I would be comfortable. It took some while for us to have a conversation and on that occasion her forthright attitude stood out.

Since a master’s class had opportunity for discussions small groups were formed. Peer to peer learning was useful as opposed to lectures. The sharing of reading resources led to bigger learning opportunities as did the examples drawn from many different fields the students came from. My friend Chandi whom I knew from school came from Christian Ministry having had some exposure at UNDP and studying overseas. Dilinika came with years of experience at the World Bank with strong knowledge in economics and current affairs. I was working at TVE Asia Pacific and my bosses were known to most of my colleagues including Deepani. There were several participants from government entities including the Water Board (we called the 4-men group from the Water Board the ‘water babies’) and INGOs and NGOs. I was at that time still working in the IT and platform development for TVEAP but communicating development work. For me this networking was infusing different aspects of the development sector which I hope to enter next.

There, Deepani (Dee) stood out again for having the most unusual vocation – a veterinary surgeon (vet) engage in conservation and research on elephants. For her development economics was helping to understand the constraints in rural poor communities who are eternally at conflict over shared borders with (and resources) with the elephants. She was grouped with the water babies while I was with Chandi and Dilinika for most part of our course work. Coursework was presented in class and graded and peer reviewed process that was rather interesting because the highlight was what you had failed to appreciate and learning why the view point was important. Students grew in thinking more broadly and appreciating contributions made by others – a skill that is resourceful in putting strong proposals for projects.

The course lacked content in terms of crossing cutting development issues – GVB, HIV AIDS, substance addictions or to shed light on popular development interventions like Gender, Public Health, Water & Sanitation, Nutrition, Migration, Good Governance, Advocacy, Livelihoods and Innovation (SME, market development etc) which I was exposed through documentary videos that we dealt with at TVEAP. Many of the students specialized in these sectors but there was no provision for skimming through development practitioner knowledge due to the lean on academic learning. However the research projects were to take on different facets of development and showing an interest in other people’s studies was a learning opportunity.

I was very interested in Deepani’s research as it was on elephants and was based on her field experience. Even though we hardly moved out to the field during our semesters later we became good friends and went on trips together. She continued to work in conservation mostly on elephants but also on other animals who threatened by plantations and new settlements.   

One of our trips was to Udawalawe where Deepani was overseeing community projects. I visited the Elephant orphanage that fed juveniles who were separated from their mothers. This special park raised and protected young elephants until they were old enough to go back to their natural surroundings.  In short this was a day care center which fed babies and offered medical checks. A few elephants had suffered injuries (due to explosives and traps) and were aided with prosthesis limbs.  On another trip Deepani and I were hiking with a group of seasoned hikers in the mountains. I was encouraged by the stamina and physical strength with which she carried these trails partly for the love of nature and also for observation. Her knowledge in flora was as good as it was on fauna; she was able to identify wild plants and creepers (by local name & botanical terms) the details which she shared automatically with the rest of the team. To walk the wild with her is truly an experience. At the end of the day she would be less weary than most of us. We had desk jobs and she was a field person.

Later in 2015, Deepani and I made a trip to Trinco where I had project locations. We trailed a few interesting locations and dived in Pigeon islands. We enjoyed a long train ride and a comfortable stay in Trinco. Her detail for planning ensured the trip was worth the costs and we had covered many different aspects (war & maritime museum, natural history museum, cultural spots etc) in addition to exploring nature. As both of us enjoy a good photo opportunities we made best use of the sunrise and sunsets. As usual in the company of Dee you will always stop to smell the flowers (enjoy the beauty in nature) and find happiness in the small things

Reading books is another hobby I share with Deepani. She and I have gone on book hunts, book exhibitions and we have the habit of hoarding and showcasing books. We both easily share books with others and do not hesitate to let go a favorite book or two into the hands of other book lovers. While some others will lose track of these volumes, Deepani will always make it a point to return them (unscratched) because it’s her policy that a good book should be read and digested by as many as possible. During her breaks she would read Sinhala translations (probably having read the original in English) she will dive into a book with the same enthusiasm she gives a hiking trip – intrigued by the plot/route and characters/ features. Only a few people can afford a conversation on a book or trip with great intellect and philosophical detail. Like me she has the time and leisure to enjoy a book in that capacity.

Visiting her after a long time at her place in Malabe we had a long chat seated on cosy sun-deck chairs (another item we both enjoy). Her genuine and forthright responses to my statements showed empathy and understanding, a quality quite rare these days. Admiring her for her education and intellect and also for her unperturbed manner in facing of any predicament, I left her place positively charged and metaphorically ‘smelling the flowers’. We always agreed that the master’s program at UoC benefited us with great networking rather than knowledge and learning.

Simple pleasures in life: a plate of Kiribath & seeni sambol

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Getting back to the routine of waking at the break of dawn, around 5.45 am I was wondering what I could possibly doing on an extra day of curfew (waking up so early). Soon realizing that a plate of warm Kiribath could drive away the curfew blues I set out to first fetch a fresh plantain leaf, from the back yard.

Kiribath is a delicious traditional Sinhalese dish served during Sinhala & Tamil New Year in April. Sharing diamond shaped Kiribath at the auspicious time is believed to bring good luck. Kiribath is and also served at most festivals, ceremonies and special celebrations usually accompanied by Seeni Sambol or the spicier Katta Sambol.

INGREDIENTS
2 Cups medium grain white rice                                                        
2 Cups coconut milk
1 Cup coconut cream
Pinch of salt                                                                                             

METHOD

Wash the rice well and place in a saucepan with 1 inch of water to cover the rice. Add a pinch of salt and bring to boil. Stir the coconut milk and bring back to the boil then reduce the heat to low cover and simmer for 15 minutes or until the rice is cooked. The rice should be moist and sticky. Stir in the coconut cream and cook for further for 3-5 minutes until the coconut cream has been absorbed. Take off the fire and pour into a flat dish or tray. Flatten down mounds of Kiribath with the back of a wooden spoon or spatula but maintain a height of about an inch. Let it cool for 15 minutes. Traditionally Kiribath is cut into diamond shaped pieces or squares and served warm with Seeni Sambol or Katta Sambol.

The Seeni Sambol is favourite dish with its sweetened caramelized onions contrasting against the chilly and spices. The Seeni Sambol goes well with the milk rice.

INGREDIENTS
1¾ Tablespoon Maldives fish pieces
1½ Tablespoons virgin coconut oil
4 Inch piece of Rampe (pandanus)
2 Sprigs curry leaves
1 Cinnamon stick broken in half
2 Thin green chilies sliced
4 Big onions thinly sliced
1½ Teaspoon ground turmeric
1½ Teaspoons dried chili flakes
1 Teaspoon salt
1 Tablespoon sugar

METHOD
Heat the coconut oil in a wok or saucepan over a medium heat and add Rampe leaves cut into small pieces around ½ or so, curry leaves, cinnamon sticks, sliced green chilies, onions and salt. You can get a fine aroma of the leaves and the smell of spices. Cook for 5 minutes stirring to avoid bits from sticking on to the sides. When the onions are beginning to caramelize, add the turmeric, chili flakes, Maldives fish and sugar and cook for further 3-5 minutes stirring so that nothing sticks on to the sides. Add a little water if necessary. Remove the cinnamon sticks before serving.

Once the mixture has cooled down to room temperature you can store it in a tight glass container and use for about a week.

Only silence remained

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“If the vibrant and frolicking merry-go-round of our daily living has been ousted by an eerie void of an intractable vacuum, only inspiriting memories may shore up our inner world. ” ― Erik Pevernagie

Nugegoda Wetland aprk

Early morning walk rewarded with sighting of beautiful birds

Erik Pevernagie is a Belgian painter and writer, living in Uccle. His quote resonated to the life we are living currently (owing to COVID pandemic) the large expanse of time has enable past memories to rise up so that each morning you can revel in them and say ‘Thanks’.

We have all stayed in doors obediently (law abiding to the extend saying okay for depriving us of many things) because we were just beginning to understand the seriousness of the spread of the disease if not curtailed at the onset. We stayed indoor not only to protect ourselves (because we were scared of catching it) but also of spreading it to others. While the numbers have exceeded 1000 (I stopped after 200/7) detected cases many patients are recovering (584) and only 9 deaths reported so far. New cases are reported only from clusters and quarantine centers lately. So the government was able to relax the curfew on 14 May and help the services get back to normalcy. Still I have been very cautious because a second wave of infection can spread 2 weeks after the lifting of curfew and until that period is cleared we are ‘still not out of the woods’.

I hope those who are in charge know what they are doing and why. Our society is not ‘free-thinking’ in any manner. For example they cannot bring themselves to understand the difference in gender and the sexes and become more open minded, and avoid biases and stereotypes. They do the exact opposite. A general idea among the males is that women are weaker so they can scare them on roads, hoot and swerve at them (and they laugh & we ignore!). Likewise our people cannot understand the difference between rules and discipline; do you really have to stand in packs like predators under shady trees (sporting helmets & bikes) to scare the general public into wearing a face mask? Can you actually scream loudly at people in public places, use long canes to regulate pedestrian flow? What year is this again? Answer: 2020.

More than anything, this pandemic has fully, finally torn back the curtain on the idea that so many of the folks in charge know what they’re doing,” -Barrack Obama

Teachers who used to scare the ‘living daylights out’ of students in their classrooms have now got to adjust to teaching online – you really need to know the subject matter and have communication skills to teach using video. The teachers also have to prepare notes & exercises send them out and correct them – so that schools can still function (and teachers be paid) I hope the new mode will be well taken up by the students (they can be more relaxed with home schooling, no bullying, no punishments and been shouted at). When I saw a law enforcement office blatantly scolding people who were not wearing a mask while exercising outdoors. I realized today where this behavior is learned – in schools and even in some homes. According to Sri Lankan ‘culture’/ social behavior you need to be told to do something – and even better if you are scolded about not having done it. Hence the layered thinking of double negativity. A mother returning home from work the first question that she asks would be “Why haven’t you done your school work?’. There you go the start of the second of of the day where she can spend time with her children on a sour note. When I over hear this conversation I wonder how she knows it intuitively that one of her children has not studied. So there goes the first lesson in mistrust and lack of confidence in the honesty of your own children. Truthfulness, forthrightness these some values we can instill in our children from their young age. If the information of the lack of studies of a sibling has gone to the parent from a another child you are again instill suspicion & gossip all of which are bad habits, hard to kick out once settled in. Why are we trading values to achievements? Does good grades in school matter so much? Or would you rather create an avid reader, an inquisitive mind, sharing of interesting details around a meal to encourage life long learning?

‘Aren’t you going to pay the Electricity bill’ said my mother recently. I was shocked ‘No I want to’, ‘How do we pay it where and did the bill come (bills are done by a clerk who visits the home to read the meter) It’s when I know all these in place that I can go and pay the bill. After all we only ate what was available for 2 months – nothing was normal. So the negativity in this statement is unwarranted by you get it anyway as a matter of attitude.

Similarly the bus conductor shout in a warning tone “those who haven’t bought tickets get your money out!”. This is purposefully directed at those who had got in at the last few stops, he knows them by face and location they are standing (if lucky sitting) but still the negativity is strangely “inspiring” for his daily routine as is the raw filth aimed at buses that manage to over take and pick up the passengers from two halts ahead. The vocabulary includes mentioning of ‘his mother’ and ‘biological parts of some interest’. This is the kind of ‘culture’ we nurture in the country of ‘beautiful smiles’. Why do we keep saying this to avoid the ‘Inconvenient Truth’?

Pretending to be ‘nice & happy’ and possessing ruthless, hateful & unhappy sentiments is counter productive – you will never reach your ‘Happiness’ goals while your negative energies spread in ripples affecting others.

During my early walks in the neighborhood when I did not want to venture out far, I was surprised to find heaps of glass bottles and bundled thrash placed on every bend and corner. If you watch carefully a person would bring a small portion of dirt on a dust pan, dead leaves and branches from her compound and place it on the opposite side of the road and make a round-about turn and lose memory of it origination (so cleaver is the deception). And this is second nature to most people in our society – absolutely no sense of guilt in doing it; just like jumping the queue and looking the other way; over taking you from the opposite lane and cutting in front of your vehicle. The mentality of feeling right about doing the wrong thing may be an emulation of politicians. After all they break all the traffic rules when they are on the road. And they are setting a great example!

Erik’s passage also reminds me of how everything can come to a halt all of a sudden as I have recalled in a previous post ‘When the plug was pulled out“. Proving the visions and ranting of allegiances meaningless, team building and forging relationships (not only at office but also on social media channels with much fuzz over emojis) utterly useless when the ‘rubber meets the road’. Added to the many lessons learnt during the COVID19 pandemic is yet another – ‘Do you know who your real friends are?’ A question I would like to leave with you to ponder.