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First It Was Sarongs, Now It Is Sarees, Delivered In Sri Lanka, By Kapruka.com

by Anura Guruge


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Twelve or thirteen years ago when I first started using Kapruka it was mainly cakes — made and delivered in Sri Lanka.

Now they have branched out to all sorts of stuff and even trying out a fledgling ‘delivery in U.S.A.‘ service.

Noticed, in an e-mail from them that I received yesterday, that the latest offering seems to be sarees (also spelt ‘saris’). So I thought I would share it with you. Just in case you are wondering such bright, bold colors and designs are not unusual. 


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by Anura Guruge


Would You Like A Colorful, Batik Sarong For Father’s Day?

by Anura Guruge


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Click to ENLARGE and view here. The sarong, if you haven’t worked it out, is the lower part. The shirt, quite literally, goes on top, unless, as is common in tropical Sri Lanka, you are habitually topless. The price, however, seems a bit steep. From Kapruka. Use the link below to access Kapruka.

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My grandfather in a formal sarong on being made a JP by the British. Click.

I have never, ever, worn a sarong! That is yet another reason why I was never a true Sri Lankan.

To be fair much of that probably had to do with the fact that I left Sri Lanka (Ceylon at the time) when I was quite young, 13 to be precise. You didn’t get into sarongs until you were a bit older — especially if, like I, you were from an aspirational upper middle-class family, living in the capital Colombo — particularly so if you had an adoptive mother who was an out-and-out anglophile. I wore shorts (most of the time), tailored longs for special occasions and pajamas to sleep in. It was (thank Buddha) very British and I was very comfortable with all of that. My adoptive father, when at home, and not meeting with the myriad visitors we had each day, would wear a sarong. He too was very comfortable with that. But he came from a different background to my mother. All my older male relatives, in private, wore sarongs.

My paternal grandfather wore only wore sarongs.

But not I. I have no problem walking around with a towel around my waist but I cannot see myself in a sarong. Kind of funny.

Again, this is Kapruka. So this a Father’s Day gift to be delivered in Sri Lanka.

But it you need a sarong it is not difficult to make. Start with a bed sheet and have someone sew it into loop. That is it. Differs from a towel in that it is a sewn together loop of fabric. Happy Father’s Day.


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Sandwich Fair, NH: Columbus Day (Oct. 14) 2013. It Was Fun.

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The happy, family-face of Sandwich Fair. This father just won this huge prize. Don’t know him, but I saw him winning while we were having lunch. Asked if I could take their picture. He was game. This is what Sandwich is all about. Kids smiling.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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We always make it to Sandwich, rain or shine — and we have trudged through the mud. Not this year. It was good weather. Not as hot as it has been in some years but just right.

First time we have been on a Monday, Columbus Day. We usually, like most others, typically go on Saturday — but this year Teischan had Nutcracker practice. Given the choice between Sunday and Monday decided to go on Monday to see what it was like. Senior’s Day. So targeted at me. $4 to get in. Art Harriman, the eternal M.C., a senior himself, serenaded us.

Fairly decent crowds. Not packed. That was nice. But, when we got there shortly after 11:20 they claimed that both free car parks were full. They pull that stunt every year. Well, we are no strangers to Sandwich. So just drove up to the village green, and parked on the side of a church for free. No way we were going be paying for parking — on principal. Where we parked was actually closer to the fair. So!

Met a few people we know. The Alton Police Chief was there deputizing. Chatted with him a few times. Julie and Hayden, from Giuseppe’s (Meredith), were there. Always good to see Julie.

The two tribute bands ‘Bon Air‘ and ‘Mellow Yellow‘ were good, the latter (from Vermont) very, very good. Though they played a number of times we only got to hear them for about 20 minutes. That was a shame. I could have listened to them for much longer. Best tribute band we have heard this year, and we went to about 5 (maybe 6) tribute concerts this Summer.

Bon Air

Bon Air

Mellow Yellow

Mellow Yellow

For the first time in my life I went to a fair and did NOT have apple crisp! Yes, I must be ill — as I am continually told by my doctors. Actually I didn’t eat ANY fair food — though the prices were very fair and compelling. Thought about having a sausage, but decided against. I eat too many (low fat ones be it) as it is. Instead I ate a banana, two apples and some egg salad (without any bread, of course). FOR ME staying away from food at the fair is easy. It has to be the demographics of those that go to Sandwich Fair. I notice it every year: there are a lot of very big men at Sandwich and I won’t, diplomatic, as ever, mention the ladies. This is what kills me. If I get talking to any of them, it doesn’t matter that they are limping or using a walking aid trying to battle gravity, they assure me that they have no cholesterol, no high-blood pressure and certainly not diabetes. Drives me nuts. Good jeans. That is my problem. We didn’t have good jeans in Ceylon — actually we didn’t have any jeans. The men mostly wore sarongs. That is why doctors love to tell me that I am a heart attack waiting to happen.