
In the
corner of my room, there’s a large air-tight plastic bag I open once a
year, and occasionally glance at with mixed emotions. It contains,
carefully folded, all the newspapers I could buy on 19th May 2009. Those
who tried to buy a newspaper on this day may recall how difficult it
was. Almost all the leading daily newspapers, especially in Sinhala,
were sold out in the morning. With distribution networks disrupted on
account of the unprecedented countrywide celebrations, all newspapers
were just in short supply, or not available at news agents at all. I
live in Nugegoda and drove as far as Bambalapitiya in search of
newspapers on any other day I could have just walked up the road to
purchase. I’m glad I made the effort. This was Sri Lanka’s
New Day moment, a day
no one, truth be told, had really planned for. The bold headlines,
symbolic mastheads, full colour ads, op-eds, euphoric editorials and
articles are long-forgotten, and yet, for many in the South, a sharp and
welcome difference between war and post-war years endures. With this
flows a gratitude towards the incumbents in power still powerful enough
to varnish a systemic rot at the core of government and governance.