Sri Lanka: The Tsunami and its Aftermath

January 10, 2010

Bordering Galle on either side are the seaside villages of Hikkaduwa and Unawatuna which were both largely destroyed by the tsunami.The fortified city of old Galle remained untouched by the tsunami– the old fort walls protected it from the waters.  Although Unawatuna has been re-built due to the large foreign donations by tourists who frequented it, there are, all along the coastline, the relics of homes and buildings that were destroyed in the tragedy and never rebuilt – foundations of buildings, broken walls, the stone ruins of small homes, upturned fishing boats much further inland as they must have been carried in by the wave, and even some graves and tombstones. The inhabitants of these areas either died in the tragedy or were too traumatized and heartbroken at the loss of family to ever want to return and rebuild their homes. Even five years later the signs are still there of the thousands who were lost and the structures that crumbled under the force of the ocean water. The amazing thing was that every so often you could see the crumbled foundations of a house and right next to it there would be a home that was left intact. Apparently it all depended upon the nature, the structure and the energy of the wave as it came rolling in – at what point it crushed and at what point it bypassed and left untouched was completely unpredictable and inexplicable. Between Hikkaduwa and Galle is a towering statue of Buddha rising from the middle of a small placid lake – a monument erected as a tribute in memory of those who were lost along this coastline. And speaking of which, the numerous Buddhist shrines that one sees along the roads is a clear reminder of being in a Buddhist country. Just as in India temples spring up everywhere, so do Buddhist shrines in Sri Lanka- under trees, along the roadside, in people’s residential compounds, in rural countryside and on busy intersections in the heart of urban development.


Sri Lanka: The Charm of Galle

January 10, 2010

The drive from Colombo to Galle took about three hours and we drove all along the coastline through small towns and villages. I really got to see the heart of southern Sri Lanka. It’s such beautiful countryside with turquoise and aquamarine seas and white sandy beaches fringed with coconut palms, all just a hundred yards from the narrow highway – with no commercial developments, buildings, boardwalks, etc. to serve as barriers between you and the sea. You can stop the car anywhere and walk over onto the beach. The vegetation is lush and green with plenty of banana palms with the taller coconut palms towering over them. There are also hundreds of country almond trees and jak trees with large jakfruit hanging down from the branches. And then there are the flowers – bright, brilliant and exotic – the profusely growing frangipani in not only white but also in pink, red and yellow; the mogra, the chameli, even gulmohar, lots of kaner and bougainvillea (I'm using the Indian names since I don't know what these flowers are caled in Sinhala). A lot of the flora is similar to that found in central and coastal India.

Galle is a quaint seaside village on a peninsular projection with the ramparts of the fort surrounding it on three sides, and the small houses and buildings within the old city reflecting Dutch architecture. The Dutch Reformed Church was built in the 1600’s and its floor is covered with gravestones inscribed with people’s names, ages and causes of death. Galle is known for its gemstones and cotton lace making which was an art introduced here by the Portuguese who came here even before the Dutch. Women walk around the fort peddling their wares and selling beautiful white cotton dresses and pillow covers trimmed with the most exquisite lace. Moonstones are mined in this area and having wanted some moonstone jewelry for the longest time I went in search of some and finally bought some moonstone earrings. I don’t know why – I think it may be because I read somewhere that moonstone was one of my birthstones!

I was lucky to be on the ramparts of Galle as the sun went down into the Indian Ocean. I sat on a bench watching the evening tide come in, with the waters of the ocean just a few yards from me; and the wonderfully panoramic view of the horizon in the west as the large red round sun sank lower into the sky and ultimately disappeared into the sea. The turquoise waters changed to a rapidly darkening blue until, long after dusk, the inky blue stood in stark contrast to the silvery white of the surf that continued to frolic in. Right next to where I sat was the lighthouse, and way up on the top its guiding light shone for all who would heed it. Far away, the twinkling lights of ships began to appear on the surface of the sea as stars fallen from the skies above, grateful I’m sure for the presence of the lighthouse to keep them safe from the beautiful yet treacherous coral. It felt so calm sitting there– without my laptop, without an MP3 or an iPod or a blackberry; with only a camera whose battery had run out and a phone that was too expensive to use. With no distraction I soaked it all in for the longest time  – the dusky evening, the sight and sound of the gentle surf on the waves rolling in, and the heavy salt air that I could taste and smell with every breath I took. What a perfect way to end any day...

Sri Lanka: Braving Sigiriya

January 16, 2010

At Sigiriya I not only feasted my eyes on spectacular ancient beauty but also stretched my own emotional and physical boundaries. Despite my deep fear of heights I scaled a sheer rock – no, I did not swing from ledge to foothold with a rope tied around my waist but I did climb about 1200 steps until I was near the top of a towering volcanic rock formation. This rock was so formidable and inaccessible that a king thought it to be the safest place to build an impenetrable palace 2500 years ago, a fortress surrounded by a low lying jungle where even today wild elephants, leopards, bears and cobras can cross your path.

I guess, to be very honest, I did not realize what I was getting into and like other challenges in my life I stretched the limits of my comfort zone inadvertently and discovered new levels of potential. The climb was steep, the centuries-old limestone steps (which were supposed to glow in the dark) worn out, broken, narrow, and slippery with the morning’s rainfall that had moistened the lichen and algae growing on these ancient surfaces, the vertical heights dizzying and terrifying, and me completely alone with no other for support when the steps became too narrow or too slippery. And of course there were no guard rails in the ancient past so I was left to make my way with palms flat against the wall, supporting myself in the only way I could. It was hot, humid, sunny, and I was carrying a bag that weighed ten pounds, or at least it felt that way…But I managed the climb and I’m still alive to tell the tale and write the blog!

Perhaps this fear is of my own making - a subconscious way to draw attention. When there’s no one watching, no one to complain to, no one to fuss over me then the fear seemed to almost naturally subside. I had only two choices facing me – choose to act or choose to back off. And in that moment of uncertainty, with one foot perched on the very first of the 1200 steps I decided to move forward because I felt compelled to make the most of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of being there - in that moment, in South Asia, in Sri Lanka, in Sigiriya, right there on the threshold of an ancient palace on a rock. Having come so far how could I not climb up and briefly go back in time and hope to relive a part of human history? Isn’t who we are today in so many ways shaped by human lives and minds and souls that have come before us?
 
Almost on top of the dizzyingly high rock the wind was so strong that it was already making me sway. I didn’t stay long and turned around and made my way back down the hundreds of steps and down to the car park. Going down the steps was even harder than the climb up. The clouds had begun to gather again in a darkening sky and the wind had begun to blow, and as soon as I sat in the car the heavens opened up and the rain came down in torrents.  Just in time I thought. I’d like to believe that my journey this year was all about overcoming fears, hesitations and living out of my comfort zone, and the universe was making that possible for me.

The rain soon stopped and the sun appeared again making the green in nature glitter in the late afternoon light…

India: An Afternoon in Pondicherry

November 26, 2009

Pondicherry (or Puducherry as it is now called) is on the east coast of southern India, about three hours from Chennai. Not far from it is the coastline where the tsunami struck India. Puducherry is best known for Sri Aurobindo's Ashram. Sri Aurobindo was another of India's great spiritual philosophers. It’s amazing how much spirituality is present wherever I go in India. Every city or town has some spiritual significance. In Goa it was the centuries-old Church of St. Frances Xavier who lived about 500 years ago, and his embalmed body is still taken out for frequent viewing. In Allahabad it was the Sangam in the holy river Ganga. In Pondicherry it’s Auroville, the city that was created on the basis of Sri Aurobindo’s philosophy.

On the last day of the conference, exhausted after hours of presentations and power-points, I spent an afternoon just walking through parts of Pondicherry. Pondicherry, by the way, has the same jewel-toned houses that I saw in Goa – the same bright blues and pinks and purples and greens and yellows. Could be a coastal thing… Along with a couple of colleagues I visited the Aurobindo Ashram. It was serene and peaceful. In the Ashram bookstore I bought some books on Aurobindo’s philosophy of integral education. Then we walked through the French Quarter which uncannily resembled its namesake in New Orleans with intricately carved wrought-iron balconies, staircases and gates on the outside of most of the houses that stood along tree-lined cobbled streets. We visited the hand-made paper factory and saw the most beautiful paper being made, textured and colored. I bought some exquisite paper products, bookmarks and calendars. We then walked along the beach under the hot noonday sun, stopped by Gandhi’s statue on the promenade right off the waters of the Bay of Bengal, drank refreshing coconut water beside the old lighthouse, and ended up at a charming bistro for lunch where the three of us had cold beer, some fabulous shrimp and lobster, and a wonderful conversation. We sat there for three hours, and intoxicated by the beer, the seafood, the hot afternoon and the relaxed atmosphere of Pondicherry we pledged we would all meet again for lobster in Maine when we were back in the US. Exhausted we returned to the hotel to get ready for the special Thanksgiving dinner that night...

India: Reflections on the Sangam

The banks of the river at Allahabad's Sangam were lined with boats that ferried people across the water to the point where the Ganga and the Jamuna rivers meet. There were dozens of such boats, each boat filled with 8-20 people. Several people were standing by the water’s edge, dipping into the river waters to cleanse themselves. This confluence of the two rivers was an intriguing phenomenon as it brought together diverse elements: the Jamuna with bluish water and the Ganga with muddy brown water; the Jamuna almost 40 feet deep and the Ganga only 4 feet deep; the Jamuna with the boats afloat on top of the water and the Ganga with people wading in knee deep waters as though there was an invisible line marking the boundary between the two bodies of water. It was a strange sight but so much in keeping with the strange juxtapositions that you find everywhere in India, and so reflective of the large and varied universe of which we all are a part – the deep and the shallow; the clean and the muddy; the old and the young and all those in-between; people from different parts of India looking different and speaking in different languages; a collage of boats that were carrying myriad human beings; the birds that were being fed by the people; the waters that were touching all and washing away the sins from the breathing bodies of those still alive and from the ashes of those who had just died... 

Sangam - a merging, a coming together, a meeting, a mingling, a confluence - of diverse energies, life forms, sins and virtues, the pure and the impure, life and death, the material and the spiritual, god and man…