

The
other day, on the banks of the Diyawanna waterfront close to the Sri
Lankan Parliament, I noticed a man sitting in meditation. What a
surprise? He is none other than my drinking partner from Bridgetown —
the Sri Lankan Tamil fellow Sivapuranam Thevaram. I wondered what the
thoughts of this meditating man were. Forgive me for this experiment,
for it is oxymoronic to try and guess what a meditating fellow is
thinking. After all, meditation is about controlling the wandering mind,
isn’t it? But on the banks of the newly paved Diyawanna, five years
since the end of the brutal war our country suffered, now in our march
towards turning ourselves into a knowledge hub and becoming a wonder of
Asia, some conventions have been suspended.