It’s less than a year after the Meethotamulla garbage mountain collapsed. After the usual media flare, the tragedy has faded from the public minds-cape. Yet Mount Meethotamulla is still in the landscape refusing to go away. Post collapse Google Earth screen grab below show the post collapse spread. Which smothered communities and lives. The landslide … Continue reading Meethotamulla garbage mountain aftermath from Google Earth
The voices in the head have been busy. Yet the holidays haven’t granted a breather to output the thoughts into words. The best I have managed are jottings in spare seconds scattered across the days. As usual what started as a single post keeps breeding more. The common theme dances around the foundational perceptions in … Continue reading Evidence based policy making : biggest threat to Sri Lanka’s political system and other nutty thoughts stewing in the head
Sri Lanka’s treaty with its nuclear armed neighbour has changed the region’s strategic landscape.
It's a 3+ minute read about power and intimacy.
Music I like is too “strange/weird” for most adults. Most of it are in languages I don’t understand (not modern Sinhala or English). Triggering an instinctive “what’s that?” from whoever hears it. Short answers like “Tuvan throat singing”, “Baul music” or “an avant-garde Ukrainian folk song” are not enough. The inevitable prune faced expression forces … Continue reading Strange music
Mention Artificial Intelligence (AI) in Sri Lanka and the retort is that the country needs it. Because natural intelligence dried up long ago. Then we are back to cricket. There are variations of the “lack of intelligence” insult. All desecrating the achievements and intelligence of countless ignored heroes. Yet AI is neither a joke nor … Continue reading Artificial Intelligence (AI) in Sri Lanka : we need to talk
I left Italy when I was sixteen. It was just after the war. There was nothing to eat. Everything was damaged, broken. Our ship stopped in Ceylon. A place call Gorl. There was this fellow loading pineapples onto the ship. It was the first time I saw one. I asked him what it was. He … Continue reading Migrant’s Pineapples