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?????????????????????????????????????????????????Saturday, June 22, 2013
The Story Of A Challenging Examination Question
By Mahesan Niranjan -June 22, 2013
Last Thursday, I went to a seminar at the London School of Economics and Political Sciences on the subject of “Sri Lanka and the culture of impunity: human rights challenges in a post-war and post-conflict environment,”
at which the speakers were Paikiasothy Saravanamuthu, Asanga Welikala
and Uvindu Kurukulasuriya. The topic is of great interest to me — so it
should be to any Sri Lankan who wishes a better life for our fellow
countrymen. Since I have not met the three speakers before, but have
read some of their writings, I felt it was an opportunity to say “Hello”
to them. My mate and drinking partner, the Sri Lankan Tamil fellow Sivapuranam Thevaram, came along with me to the seminar.
When we arrived at the event, as it usually happens in gatherings of Sri
Lankans, I bumped into a friend who I did not know was coming there,
and she introduced me to her friend and friend’s friend and so on. One
of them wasn’t going to stay for the seminar, “I have to catch a train,
it might get a bit late, no?” she worried. The other one tried to
persuade her to stay: “Aney, stay Aney, it will be fun, no?” I was a bit annoyed. The seminar is on post-war Sri Lanka, and this woman is claiming it will be fun!
“What do you mean fun?” “Well the embassy people will come, the GeeTee Ef fellows will also be there, no?”
“How do you know they are coming?” I asked. “I am sure,” she said with
great confidence, “they will all be there, even if the High Commissioner
doesn’t come, they will send someone to monitor and plant questions at
such meetings. And the flag fellows will also come.”
The
killjoy in me couldn’t resist. “Not really,” I said, “those guys are
all in Cardiff,” referring to the kicking, shouting, stone throwing,
pitch invading, flag waving and flag burning match outside the Cardiff stadium – the shameful acts of the “Boycott Sri Lanka”
campaigners and their rowdy opponents. That both these parties think
they are doing some good for their fellow countrymen they have left
behind in our island is, to me, a source of utmost amusement.
The seminar was excellent, with three 20 minute talks, a short time for
questions because the speakers over-ran a bit and a reception afterwards
during which you had the opportunity to say your “Hello” to the
speakers – thus achieving the purpose of my trip.
Saravanamuthu spoke
eloquently about current trends, discussing the monotonic increase in
militarization of all aspects of our countrymen’s lives, the callousness
with which people are being thrown out of their bombed out homes in the
northern land grab project (wasanthaya for some, agony for others) and the venomous attack on the judiciary with particular reference to the impeachment of the Chief Justice. Welikala discussed
formal frameworks of constitutional arrangements, where they failed and
where they did not succeed. Both were well-structured talks delivered
without visual aids — hence I found it hard to parse and digest their
talks. (A particular occupational hazard I suffer from is that I need
graphs and equations on power-point slides to keep me awake at
seminars. But on this occasion, the seriousness of developments in our
country did the trick, and I stayed mesmerized for the full 90 minutes.)
Kurukulasuriya discussed
Sri Lankan media (this one with power-point slides, hoorah!). The least
experienced among the trio in speaking in a university classroom maybe,
yet he stole the show, with striking survey results delivered with
classic Sri Lankan style intonation in speech, punctuated by shrugging
of the shoulders and pauses that spoke more than words. The occasional
bursts of laughter he elicited from the audience came from their
short-term working memories. But when they consolidated the digested
pieces of information in their hippocampi as long term memory, it would
certainly have been in the form of a deep sense of sadness about the
state of our country.
The speakers did not have answers to the questions that haunt me every
day: “What will be the trigger of the much needed course correction in
our country?” and “What precisely is my role in this?”, but they gave
the audience much food for thought.
Throughout all this, and in the train back home, my mate Thevaram was
rather silent and uninterested, though at some points during the
seminar I noticed him making notes. “You seem quite detached from all
this,” I queried, “What’s in your mind?”
“Well, what was it they said I did not know already,” he snapped back. “But you were making notes, you must have found something useful there,” I challenged. “Oh that,” he said, “I was writing my exam paper!”
“I have drafted a really tough exam question, you know,” he said, almost
sounding like he was feeling very frustrated and was going to take it
out on his class – poor students. “What course do you teach this
semester?” I asked. “Contemporary Sri Lankan Politics and Journalism,”
he replied, pushing the sheet of paper in which he had written the
question towards me.
Now, he is not supposed to show the draft exam question to me, but hey,
what the heck, we live in interesting times, no? And I am not supposed
to share it with you either, but hey, what the heck, we live in
interesting times, no?
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Mid-Term Examination: Contemporary Sri Lankan History and Journalism
Q1. Discuss the following claim:
“When Velupillai Prabhakaran was alive, he destroyed the Tamils.
When dead, he is destroying the Sinhalese. And these fellows are
clueless about what is happening to them, how sad?”
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[Author’s note: The said claim was made some months ago, during an
intensely nostalgic conversation after the second glass of wine, by a
former lecturer of HillTop University in Sri Lanka – an exceptionally
clever man, forced into exile some thirty years ago, and now living in
retirement in an isolated, far away island that I shall refrain from
naming.]


