Writing spiced with amusing observation

Gammiris Kurulla, Pepper-bird in direct translation is a regular visitor to Kanchana Amilani’s home garden. In Kanchana’s words the behavior of Gammiris Kurulla, also known as Polos Kottoruwa (Brown-headed Barbet) reminds her of a terrorist. It would come every day to her garden, to eat from the plate put out in the garden for birds and squirrels. “If there is no food on the plate, this bird would chirp nonstop till we keep food on the plate. Also, when the food is there he makes sure to chase all other birds and squirrels away before he eats,” Kanchana said while adding that it’s always amusing to observe Gammiris Kurulla’s behavior.

It’s this Gammiris Kurulla’s behavior that helped Kanchana to contrive an amusing plot for one of the short stories included in her collection Gammiris Kurulla. Gammiris Kurulla is Kanchana’s debut short stories collection, which is to be launched along with her Poetry collection Premaye Karthu, ‘Seasons of Love’ on July 23 at the Mahaweli Center, Colombo.

Kanchana Amilani Karunamuni who is a writer, a journalist, a blogger and a cyber poet is an old girl from Kaluthara Tissa Central College. She obtained her higher education in New Delhi University, India. Returning to Sri Lanka, she found employment in an international school as a teacher. Although she enjoyed her profession as a teacher, her heart always told her that she should be engaged in work which gives her opportunities to write. Following her heart, in November 2003 she joined Dinamina (A Lake House publication) as a feature writer.

She said that she has been fond of reading and writing since she was very young. She identifies her habit of avid reading and the experiences she received during her 12 year journalistic career as the inspiration behind being a published author. "My experience as a feature writer fine tuned my language skills as well as writing," she said. Even though she fulfilled her longing to become a writer by joining a newspaper, she said that something was missing in expressing herself. She said that she found the ideal way of retaining her own identity, when she introduced herself to the internet.

Her short story collection is written in an amusing language. Reading Gammiris Kurulla can be a magical experience to a person who loves animals, in that she uses animals who can talk and compete with humans in her stories. Each story in the book carries a doodle by Buddhima Harshani Perera. Her doodles add extra color to the book just as the unique book cover designed by Dinidu Siriwardana. Commenting on the cover and the doodles, Kanchana said that it’s always good to try new things in publishing a book, so as to make it more attractive to the reader. “However, the quality of a book depends on its content. If the content lacks quality, a book won’t sell,” she said.

Kanchana has successfully used her characters to criticize the current society. “I don’t know what genre my stories belong to, not that I want to belong to one particular kind,” she reflected. “What I wanted was to tell a story which would amuse people. I would be happier if the stories are interpreted in different ways investigating its hidden meanings,” she explained.

Kanchana pointed out that Sri Lanka lacks skillful people to edit books. “It could be because I am editing other writer’s work as a part of my job, I found it extremely difficult to find a good editor before sending the book to print,” she expressed her concerns. She pointed out that this is a common problem faced by Sri Lankan writers. In her opinion, books should be carefully edited by a person who has thorough language and grammar knowledge.

Kanchana’s creative writing in cyber space is quite popular among the cyber audience. Like many of the writers belonging to the younger generation she too has found blogging a fascinating tool of expressing herself literally. "Prompt feedback motivated me to write more and more. The more I received positive feedback, more I wanted to write," she iterated.

Most of her creative writing can be found in her blog www.thinkland.net (Hithanalanthaya). When Sayura Publishers accepted her short story collection to be published, they also requested that she publish a poetry collection. Therefore, she carefully selected fifty poems out of her huge collection of poems to be published.

Premaye Karthu is a poetry collection which touches the theme of ‘love’. Her perception of love is unique and beyond the common notions of love.

තහනම් ගහ

ආදම්

එන්න පොරවත් රැගෙන

අපි තහනම් ගහ කපා

ලෑලි කර විකුණමු මුදලාලිට

කෝ දෙන්න මට

තව එක ඉළ ඇටයක්

මවාගන්නට නැන්දම්මෙකු

ඉතා හොඳ

කීකරු

මටම ආදරේ

ආදම්

එන්න පොරවත් අරගෙන

අපි මුළු දෙව්ලොවම කපා

විකුණමු මුදලාලිට

Forbidden Tree

Come, Adam

let us to the forbidden tree

armed with axe

to turn into timber

for the merchant.

Give me another rib

to conjure a mother-in-law

a good one

pliant 

who loves only me.

Come, Adam

come with axe

let us to pieces cut heaven

and sell it all

to the merchant.  

(Premaye Karthu, Page 15)

Her verses are short, sometimes sweet and sometimes extremely sharp.

පිළිස්සුම්

දුම් පිඹින

ඉස්තිරික්කයක්

ඔබ

හිතත් - පපුවත්

එකට පුච්චන 

Burning

An iron

spouting steam

that's what you are

burning alike

and together

both mind and heart.  

(Premaye Karthu, Page 18)

සඳලු තලයෙන් පැනීම

ප්‍රේමය කියන්නේ

සඳලුතලයෙන් බිමට පැනීම

අල්ලාගන්නට

ඔබ නැති හොඳටම දැනගෙන 

Jumping from the balcony

Jumping from the balcony

knowing well

you aren't there to stop the fall -

that's love.

(Premaye Karthu, Page 51)

Speaking further about cyber poetry, she said that sometimes it seems fair that veterans undermine cyber poems. “Most cyber poems lack quality. The number of poems posted online during a day is very high. Not everyone who posts cares to edit their work, go through their work carefully to identify grammar or spelling mistakes,” she reiterated that online writers should also develop self discipline in writing and posting their work.  

“Cyber space produced some extraordinary poets during the last couple of years,” she said taking Ruwan Bandujeewa and Saumya Sandaruwan Liyanage who were appreciated as the best poets last year at literary award ceremonies.

She added that although internet seems captivating, it has an ugly side which every internet user should be mindful of. “An online writer should be extra careful in publishing their work online," she warned. "We don't know who we are dealing with. We don't know who is there behind the screen. It could be an angel. It could be a demon," Kanchana emphasized that it is always better to be vigilant about the dangers of internet as one can easily forget the dangers while preoccupied with its pros. “Internet is like a sharp knife. One can use it to cut vegetables to make a good soup where as another can use it to commit murder,” she added.

Pic by Ravindra Dharmathilaka

Surekha Samarasena - Choosing creativity over violence

What is the responsibility of a woman in a political arena? Is it to serve tea during the discussions? Is it to satisfy the desires of the male activists? Have we identified the potential of a woman in politics? Surekha Samarasena publishing her debut novel Me Kathawa (This story) questions the role of a woman in the political arena, and society in general.

“ගෑනු කියන්නේ දැවෙනකොට ලස්සන, දැවීම තුලම දියවෙන ඉටිපන්දම් වගේ ජාතියක් ද?” (Pg 53)

“Are women like candles; beautiful when burning while evaporating in flames?”

"I believe it’s time to start a discussion. Women no longer need to be the losers in the political arena," Surekha said in an interview with The Nation. “If it’s odd when one calls it feminism, let’s call it humanism.”

Surekha is a freelance journalist who started her journalism career with Ravaya newspaper in 2007. Studying journalism from the Sri Lanka College of journalism, she honed her journalistic skills in both news and feature writing. She bagged the ‘Young Reporter of the Year’ award at the Journalism Excellence Award Ceremony 2009  and received a scholarship to study journalism further in Goa, India. She currently works at the Verite Research Institute as a parliamentary affairs analyst.

Surekha is from Ratnapura. She studied at Ratnapura Ferguson Girls High School. Apart from the encouraging environment created by her friends and family, her main inspiration for writing comes from the veteran writer Sunethra Rajakarunanayake, who hailed from the same school and area. She said that she has admired her work since school days. “Maybe the inspiration behind my journalistic career is her, maybe I followed her trail unconsciously,” she said.

She also had a keen interest in post-leftism and received the opportunity to connect with post-leftists since the beginning of her journalistic career. Speaking about her novel, she said that her life experiences in the post-leftist cults itself nurtured her novel. “Me Kathawa is based on women’s experiences in a political setting, my experiences and those of my close friends who worked with them,” she iterated.

Surekha further said that she used her novel as a tool to convey to the society her cynicism against the system. “Its better when the negative attitudes are showcased with creativity than with violence,” she opined. Creative showcasing of such political topics is highly sensitive and is accepted by the society better. “I wanted to initiate a discussion on the topic rather than fight over it,” she explained her intention behind publishing her book.

Leftism always took literature and arts as a tool in presentation of political ideologies. Even in Sri Lanka, Russian Marxist literature played a significant role in nurturing the leftists’ political ideologies. Surekha pointed out that today’s younger generation has less exposure to such literature. “Unlike the generation above us, reading is rarely a common habit of the young generation. Of course they watch films in this cyber era, yet their bond with the book is fraying,” she said adding that the discussions are mainly built around films today compared with other forms of literature.

She further said that along with this decline of exposure the humanity discussed in leftism too has been degrading. “Today a simple dispute will turn into hatred and wrath. Where are love, compassion and humanism leftists speak of?” she raised a question. “These are not even to be found within the political groups themselves,” she lamented. She further said that women get severely oppressed compared to men. “It has been made more difficult for a woman to face the challenges over a political dispute. Even the weapons used to attack a woman in the political area are cruel. They are different from what are used to attack a man,” she said. “When a woman in attacked in the political arena, she will be attacked with personal information; maybe her femininity or her sexuality,” she pointed out.

Me Kathawa tries to explain this dilemma women face, through life stories of three generations of women dealing with socialist politics. The novel is enriched with themes of psychology, sociology and politics with a little support from magic. Her message is direct and strong and the conclusion of the story reminds of the forgotten responsibilities in ensuring the security of women of future generations. 

Surekha is also a poetess; she has a habit of writing down her thoughts in a form of a poem. She believes writing is a way of venting her emotions and aggressions. Yet, she is not inspired to become a published poet. When asked, she said that the internet and social media provides her with a platform to share her poetry and she receives the satisfaction of writing poetry from this. “Unlike a poem, a novel cannot be introduced to society through cyber space. It has to be printed, if not it will not be grasped by the readership,” she emphasized.

Some of her poems are available on boondi.lk, yet her main platform in sharing poetry is her facebook page.

අපට මොන පාස්කුද ජේසු...!

ඈත පල්ලියෙ පාස්කුව දා - දෙවියන්ට තුති කියනු ඇසුණා

මෑත දොරකඩ අයෙක් දැවටී - නෝනා නෝනා කියනු ඇසුණා

"නැද්ද නෝනා බබාලාගේ - ගවුම් පොඩි හෙම අහක දමනා

අලුත් ගවුමක් දෙකක් ඉල්ලන - දියණියන් දෙදෙනෙකුම සිටිනා"

ඇයට දෙන්නට ගවුම් කොහිදැයි - මට බබාලා නොමැති බැවිනා

මා සතුව තිබු එකම සීයක් - ඇගේ අත ගෙන මිට මෙලෙව්වා

ඒ අතින් ඈ ඇගේ පපුවේ - දිගට හරහට කුරුසෙ ඇන්දා

ජේසු පිහිටයි කියාගෙන මට - තවත් ගෙයකට පිය එසෙව්වා

පල්ලියේ යාතිකා අවසන - තියෙන මිනිසුන් පාටි දැම්මා

වයින් නැති උන් පාන් නැති උන් - ජේසු නාමෙන් හිඟා කෑවා

මම මගේ ඉරිදාව හින්දා - ගෙදර මිදුලේ වල් ගැලෙව්වා

මිදුලෙ තුත්තිරි මගේ ගවුමේ - ඇලී ගැලෙමින් මුකුලු කෙරුවා

පාලුවට ගිය පල්ලි මුදුනත - රෑට රෑ වී තරුව දිලුණා

ඒ තරුව යට දෑත් විහිදා - පිළිමයක් වී ජේසු හිටියා

නගරෙ තැන් තැන් විදුලි බුබුලින් - අලංකාරව තිබෙනු දුටුවා

එදා ඉරිදා මගේ ඉරිදා - පුරුදු විදියට ඔහේ ගෙවුණා 

What Easter for us Jesus...!

In a faraway church on Easter --  thanks offered to God I did hear

By my door someone knelt -- crying 'Ma'am! Ma'am!' I did hear

'Have throwaway clothes your kids outgrew, do you?'

For two girls who cry for a dress that's new or two.

What dresses could I give, since children I have not

Took her hand and closed it o'er the single hundred that I got

Her hand she waved left and right a cross to draw

With a Jesus-bless to me she she paced to another door

Once the mass was done, partied they did those who had

Those sans bread and wine in Jesus' name did beg

It was my Sunday, to my garden's weeds I turned

The thuththiri were coy as to my dress they brushed

To the lonely church-top came the star at night to shine

Beneath with open arms stood Jesus as a statued-shrine  

Here and there the city with pretty lights did glow

And thus my Sunday in usual manner did go

Similar to the story in her novel, most of her poems also question the common notions of the society and forces open the eye of the reader to a different perspective; a humanistic and a realistic perspective.

‘පූසන් නෝනා‘ගේ කවිය

නැතිවත් කෑම මට මං දුප්පත් වෙනදා

බළලුන් කෑම ගෙන ආ යුතු නොම වරදා

කරවල මස් මාලු රස කිරි දෙමිනි බෙදා

බළලුන් අටක් රැකබලනෙමි වඩා හදා

කවුරුත් එන්නෙ නෑ ගෙට ගේ ගඳ හින්දා 

කුස්සිය ගඳයි සාලයො තම්බන හින්දා

ඉඳහිට ගෙමුල්ලෙන් හමුවෙයි බෙටි තිබිලා

බුදියා ලගියි දැම්මම රෙද්දක් උනලා

ගෙට ගොඩ වෙන කොට ම අඬහැරයකි හවස

වට පිට මිනිසුන්ට පුරුදුය කච කච ය

නම් ගම් කියා අණවමි උදය ද හවස

වීදියෙ මගේ නම ‘පූසන් නෝනා‘ ය

ගිය විට මුන් හැත්ත පෙළ මනමාල රැළේ

බෙලි නැටි කඩාගෙන එයි පෙර පෙරා ලේ

බැළලියො වදන කොට නං ගහට බර වගේ

ඒවත් වඳ නොකර ඉවසා ගනිමි වදේ

කොච්චර බැන්න මුත් හිත වද දෙනවා ය

ඔක්කට අරන් ගෙල මුල කිතිලනවා ය

ලෙඩ දුක බලා ගෙන බෙහෙතුත් දෙනවා ය

මේ හිඟනුන් පැටව් මට හරි වටිනා ය

ඇබ්බැහි වෙච්ච බළලුන් ලීලය හින්දා

කොච්චර බැනුම් මං අහනවදෝ මන්දා

එක එක තැන් වලින් මුන් පැන්නුව හින්දා

ගත්තෙමි ළඟට වර වර කියලා කැන්දා

දෙපයේ දැවටි කෝලං හුරතල් කරතී

කොයි තැන ගියත් මට මුන් අට ම සිහි වෙතී

කන බත් පතත් සමහර විටෙක හිර වෙතී

පෙර අත් බවෙක මං අම්මා වෙන්ඩ ඇතී

Even if hungry I go poverty regardless 

the cats I must feed with meat and fish,

karavala and milk too do I giveto the eight felines under my care.

No one visits 'cos the house stinks

the kitchen stinks for there I boil salayas

from time to time their droppings I encounter 

spread out a cloth and that they make their bed.

At evening there's cacophony as I enter the house

the neighbors know and are used to the mewls

I know the names, each one of them

on the street though 'Cat Lady' is my name.

With bite, scratch-mark and bitten tail 

they return from scattering heat on city street

when they litter I feel like the weight-bearing tree

and yet I suffer their unsterilized states

I do scold and rant and then lament

I have it up to my neck but it stop right there

check on them, feed and even sickness treat

precious to me are these mendicant cats 

Addicted to feline love am I

and for this endlessly vilified am I

called them to me, one by one

each one a thrown-out from who knows where.

Around my feet they scratch and purr 

I remember them all wherever I go

At times I just cannot my food swallow

perhaps a mother in another life was I

  

Speaking further about social media, Surekha said that it also works as an alternate media where a writer can freely express ideas. She expressed her grief that none of the mainstream media allows ample freedom for journalists. “This is why I have always tried to find alternative ways of expressing my views; through alternative newspapers, magazine or even cyber space,” she reiterated adding that this lack of freedom is one of the main reasons she decided to leave full-time journalism. 

“Since childhood, I always dreamt of becoming a journalist. Becoming a journalist at a newspaper like Ravaya seemed like something incredible,” she said. “But sadly, few years into journalism, I realized that it is not as incredible as it seemed to be from the outside. This is why I decided to leave and this is why I had to find an alternative way,” Surekha further said.

Pics by Chandana Wijesinghe