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Ananda College, Colombo, Ceylon: 1960 to 1967 List Of Prizes Won By Anura W.P. Guruge.

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Doing the post on June 7, 2015 about Udeni Wijegunaratne receiving a prize (in this case a pile of books) at the 1969 Ananda College, Colombo, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) annual Prize Giving definitely got me thinking.

I knew I I had won a fair number of prizes. How could I forget. Winning prizes was one of the many things that was expected of me. I also knew that I had a document from August 1967, just prior to me leaving Ceylon, of all the prizes I had won. My adoptive father, a professional educator, believed that all these documents that I received an education in Ceylon would be necessary to get me into a public school in Buffalo, New York. Little did he know. I don’t think anybody ever looked at these documents.

Anywho … I wanted to capture and preserve that document for posterity. Now I have. I counted the prizes (and awards). 39.

To me, and to YOU (if you are interested at all), only two things in this list really count.

The Challenge Cups (highlighted in yellow) and the ABSENCE of Grade VI.

I did NOT attend Grade VI — the 1st year of Middle School when you start learning Algebra, Geometry, Trigonometry, Chemistry, Physics and Biology. I was, for my SINS, given a DOUBLE PROMOTION. School year in Ceylon started in January. We had the whole month of December off. My adoptive father told the school that he would make sure that I would learn a WHOLE YEARS worth of all those subjects in a month — and to top it all I got measles or mumps during that month. That did not deter my adoptive father. I was taught, tutored, beaten and punished 12 hours a day UNTIL I learnt all of what I had to — that I was sick, very sick, was not an excuse. This is why working 14, 16, 18 hours a day is a piece of cake for me. Plus now there is nobody who beats me if  I don’t work. And I was 12 years old.

So that was the Double Promotion.

The other BIG thing that was demanded of me was to WIN the damn Challenge Cup EVERY year. Yes, it was a silver cup BUT I never got to keep it. It was for my adoptive parents ego. I see that there was, on average 39 students, in each of my early classes. There were typically 6 classes per grade. So roughly 230 to 240 kids per grade. The Challenge Cup said that when all the grades, and this was the British system where grades are numeric, 0 to 100, were added up I had the HIGHEST aggregate score. First in Class is what they would say in the U.S.

Well as you can see I won that damn Challenge Cup every damn year other than in Grade 3. I think I actually set out to NOT win it. Because I, probably given all the beatings and punishment I took, was quite a devil, already. Well I got beaten to a pulp. All of 1964, and I was 11, UNTIL I won the Challenge Cup again was hell. But what the heck. It made me what I am. My life now is walk in the park. When you had the life I had as a kid you grow up rather immune to most hardships.

Well it gets better. Remember that Double Promotion. Learn a year’s worth of 6 subjects in a month. I was EXPECTED to win the Challenge Cup after that! I think I won one Challenge Cup in Grade VII AFTER the Double Promotion BUT not THE cup. But, I did the following year! And for the WHOLE Middle School. That one was MY doing. After the Double Promotion I was the youngest in the class. I took my stick. So I wanted to stick it to all of them. OH, I got an air rifle, as a present, for winning that! That was big. We had to go to India to get one. You couldn’t get them in Ceylon.

So that was my life in Ceylon. It was hard. I wasn’t allowed a dog or any pets. I wasn’t allowed a bike. (I WONDER whether this has anything to do with why I am surrounded by dogs and toys, like Jags). My life was to study, study, win prizes and most of all the DAMN Challenge Cup. It wasn’t all bad. I had plenty of food, all the books I ever wanted, my own chemistry lab and a fair amount of toys. I also got to travel.

But it has stood me in good stead. So I don’t regret it. I would never dream of imparting what my life was to my kids. I took enough punishment for a few generations.

And SOME people wondered why I did not attend my adoptive father’s funeral (last year) and actually was on a cruise of the day of his funeral.


Ananda College, Colombo, Ceylon Prize Giving 1969.

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Udeni Wijegunaratne receiving a prize (in this case a pile of books) at the 1969 Ananda College, Colombo, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) annual Prize Giving.

I got this picture, from him, via e-mail this morning. He is looking for information as to who the Chief Guest was and the people, other than him, who appear in this picture. He thinks the Chief Guest was a diplomat. Per tradition it would have been the chief guest’s wife handing out the prizes. She looks Asian. So it must have been a Ceylonese or Indian diplomat — and judging from a sari, and I am NO LONGER an expert, she looks Ceylonese than Indian.

He also informs us that Sanjeewa Senanayake was awarded the ‘Pritz Kunz’ in that year. Not sure what that means and whether the spelling is correct re. the name and the prize.

This was 2 years AFTER I left Ananda College and Ceylon.

If NOT I would have been there too. I got prizes every year. I haven’t counted or checked RECENTLY but for some reason the number ’64’ comes to mind. That might have been the number of prices I received during my 8 or 9 years at Ananda College — and bar ONE memorable year, for which I was beaten and punished for months, I won the Challenge Cup, which was indeed a polished silver cup, year year for the HIGHEST overall marks for all the boys in that grade. But that is history and as you can see winning those Challenge Cups didn’t do me much good.

But IF you can help Udeni Wijegunaratne contact me or get in touch with him.

All the best.


Extravagant, Disgustingly Affordable “Mother’s Day” Cakes By Kapruka — Albeit Only For Delivering In Sri Lanka.

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Both these Mother’s Day cakes from Kapruka.
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So what would YOU be willing to pay for these delectable cakes?

The bottom one is US $24.10 including delivering in and around Colombo.

The top one, with the exquisite daffodils, is US $17.15.

Ah! For Sri Lankan prices.

I have, over the years, sent at least 20 Kapruka cakes to relatives in Sri Lanka. They were always a hit — even in a family known over the years for their cake baking and decorating prowess.

I wish I could have Kapruka cakes in the U.S. I understand the prices would have to be different. But, I would pay $75 for either of these cakes — though, of course, I would NOT touch a piece.

That they now celebrate Mother’s Day in Sri Lanka makes me smile. It is a new holiday. We never had it when we were growing up. It is all the Sri Lankans living in the West — wanting to pay homage to their mothers in Sri Lanka. It is cute. My mother, adoptive at that, has been gone since 1992. I get a feeling that mothers in Sri Lanka get treated on various Mother’s Day depending on where their offspring reside. So if a mother has kids in both U.K. and the U.S. she will get to celebrate two separate Mother’s Days; March 15 & May 10 (this year).


Happy New Year 2014 From Colombo, Sri Lanka — New Year’s Eve Celebrations.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.



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Click to access YouTube video. Enjoy.

Click to access YouTube video. Enjoy.


Two more YouTube videos of Sri Lanka dawn of 2014 celebrations:
video 1 & video 2.

Happy New Year.

May 2014 be the year when all your dreams come true.

The best New Year’s resolution for 2014.

Enjoy.

jhh

Sri Lanka CHOGM 2013: Opening Ceremony, Prince Charles Arriving … — The Video.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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Click to access YouTube video.

Click to access YouTube video.


Lot more videos on YouTube. This is Part 3 of a growing list. I saw Part 10.

I will TRY and put up the best ones.

Sri Lanka CHOGM 2013: Prince Charles (Of Wales) And Camilla Arrive In Sri Lanka For CHOGM — The Video.

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Click to access OFFICIAL CHOGM 2013 multilingual theme song on YouTube.


Another version. Click for YouTube.

Another version. Click for YouTube.


Good montage of modern Sri Lanka. Click for YouTube.

Good montage of modern Sri Lanka. Click for YouTube.


If you are not familiar with Sri Lanka check out these videos. Good images. Representative.
Enjoy.

Sri Lanka Smack In The Middle As CHOGM 2013 Kicks Off In Colombo. Satellite Image.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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For those that had no clue as to where Sri Lanka is. Right in the middle for change.

German Evangelical Floating Bookstore ‘MV Logos Hope’ Visits Sri Lanka.

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I had an e-mail this morning from one of my (many) cousins in Sri Lanka that he had visited the ‘Book Ship’ “Logos Hope”, at the (famed) Colombo harbor, and had bought himself an Atlas. He asked me whether I was familiar with the ship. I was not. I knew of the various floating universities, and even remembered visiting one in that very same harbor, 50 years ago.

He, as is his wont, send me an URL to a local newspaper with a story about the ship.

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Being the cynical soul that I am, I needed more ‘G2’ especially given the name. So, as is my wont, I Googled it.

Wikipedia, had all that I needed to know:

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All was clear and I fully understood the motivation and name.

I find it amusing that the ‘Daily News‘, that used to be quite a newspaper when I was young (albeit that being 50 years ago), totally missed the point.

My cousin too had not noticed. Not that it matters.

Missionaries, of all flavors, have been visiting Sri Lanka, with mixed success for nearly 3,000 years. All the major religions in Sri Lanka are obviously imports, viz. Buddhism (˜70% I think), Christianity, Islam and Hinduism. We don’t have many from the Judaic persuasion as this true story (retold by me (and you really must read it)) exemplifies — though there is a movement afoot (supported by a couple of my cousins) to prove that the (last) Buddha was born in Sri Lanka (as opposed to India). Yep, pigs will fly. My ‘immediate’ family, though I now realize I was adopted (actually a mix up at the hospital à la ‘The Other Son, was a mix of Buddhists, Baptists and Catholics, with my surrogate father (as opposed to my adoptive father), a Baptist.

OK, I will confess. Efforts to evangelize Sri Lankans, into any religion, bothers me. As the newspaper article indicates we tend to me ‘trusting’ folks, easily swayed. It is like giving candy to kids. But … My cousin was happy. He paid about $5 (in Rupees) for an good world Atlas from the U.S. He got a deal.

Google Very Kindly Gives Me My Own Personal Doodle For My Birthday!

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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I kid you not.

I have never seen this before. Nearly fell off my chair.

But, mystery solved. When I click on it it takes me to my Google+ Account. On there is my birthday.

Very clever. Very cute. Very cool. Those Google guys are very clever.

Yes, it is my birthday. I turned 60.

September 4, 1953 — Colombo, Ceylon
then +10.5 hours ahead of GMT.

I am amazed. I feel like I have lived 30 years on borrowed time since I never expected to live beyond 30.

My First Exposure To Ballet And How It Forever Changed My Life (For The Better, I Hope).

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Seeing that amazing performance on Sunday night by ‘The Trocks‘  at the ‘Hop’ in Dartmouth brought to mind my very first exposure to ballet and how it changed my life.

I saw my first ballet, when I was about 8 or 9 years old, in Colombo, Ceylon, c. 1961 – 1962. I know it was a Russian ballet company. Can’t remember how famous it was (e.g., Moscow ballet), but it was definitely meant to be a good one.

I had front row seats, more or less right in the middle. I wasn’t sure what to expect or whether I was even going to like it. But, we didn’t have TV in Ceylon in those days. So going to ‘the films’ and live entertainment such as this was a big deal. If I stayed at home, other than the radio (which I didn’t listen to that much), I would have no choice but to read or draw.

The lights went down. I settled back in my chair and waited. They came on stage, in all glittery white and started doing their thing. The lead ballerina twirled, stretched and whatever and then jumped. When she landed she experienced a bona fide wardrobe malfunction.  A costume, at the top had slipped and her right boob, was exposed in all its glory! And she was right in front of me.

Now I am sure I had seen a few brown boobs by then, but this was then a very modest and prudish society. This was my first exposure to a white boob. I was transfixed. I was mesmerized. I obviously liked what I saw. From what I recall it was compact and perky. My immediate reaction was ‘if this is ballet, I sure like it‘. To be honest, I have yet to change my mind, 50(+) years later though I have, alas, never seen another wardrobe malfunction since.

I also kind of felt sorry for the ballerina. No, I can’t tell you whether she blushed or not. I was not looking at her face. She was a trooper. She did not stop and run off the stage. She continued to perform while discreetly trying to tuck things in and pull up her costume. During the first act, during which she never left the stage, this happened at least 4 times! Wow. When she was back for Act II they had, alas, fixed the problem, for good.

[Now in my old age I could be, as I am wont to be, cynical and question whether this was all part of a dastardly Soviet scheme to corrupt innocent, young brown boys forever. About 10 years later, as a student at Mill Hill (London), I went on a school trip to Russia. I remember that the Russian girls were sure persuasive.]

Soon after, no doubt influenced by this exposure to a white boob, I started telling my friends at school that when I grow up I was going to marry a white woman. They would laugh, hilariously. Brown folks in Ceylon at that time did not often marry outside their caste, let alone their race. One of them, now a preeminent architect in Ceylon, would tell me that I would have to start painting a certain part of my anatomy white since no white woman would let me anywhere near her if I was brown all over. How wrong he was!

Well the rest really is history — and the fact that I left Ceylon a week before my 14th birthday might have had something to do with it.

I have only been married to white women. A few years ago, because somebody asked me, I also realized, with wry amusement or otherwise, that I have only, ever, associated with white women.

So … that first ballet.

The funny thing, and again a few might raise their eyebrows, I am not particularly a boobs man. Lets face it, ballerinas, due to the basic laws of physics, don’t usually tend to be big up there.