FIRST PILGRIMAGE TO MECCA BY AIR – By Capt Elmo Jayawardena This is an ancient story, most records are lost, buried or moth-eaten. Still, there is a lot remaining in the minds of men who heard how things happened and what was commercial flying like in its infant days in Ceylon. The aeroplane popularly known as ‘Dakota’ had been the workhorse of most allied forces during the Second World War. I do not know how many DC-3s were produced during the war years but they sure were somewhere around 16,000, possibly more. The aircraft came in various models whilst the prototype remained the fundamental ‘Dakota’ flying machine. After the war ended most surplus DC-3s were converted to passenger-carrying aircraft. The new-born airlines popping up all over the world in ‘born again’ independent countries started their airline operations with secondhand military-used ‘Dakotas’. On the 10th of December 1947, Air Ceylon took ...

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eLanka Newsletter – May 2020 6th edition – Sri Lankans in Australia Click here or on the image below to read this week’s elanka Newsletter Tribute to Dr Pararajasegaram -‘The Father Of Community Opthalmology’ “THE GOOD OLD DAYS” – By Des Kelly Amazon Founder Jeff Bezos Influenced By Smarter Sri Lankan At the end of the road. Dylan Wickrama’s Pacific crossing on a GS powered raft is set to be made into a film. Lockdown thoughts: by BERTRAM DANIEL TIME FOR US TO WAKE-UP AND LEND A HAND – BY Capt Elmo Jayawardena View of clean Colombo, Sri Lanka captured on Sunday before lifting of curfew on Monday (May 2020) Alcohol consumption and COPD-by Dr. Harold Gunatillake THE THRILL OF BEING A THOMIAN Archdiocesan Choir of Colombo – Cover Version – හමුවේ දිනෙක (Hamuwe Dineka) The Consulate General Office continues the relief activities for Sri Lankan University students in Sydney. ...

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LET’S PONDER – By Capt Elmo Jayawardena The Parade was fearsome. Men in combat fatigues Monster missiles being loaded to multi-wheeled flat-bed vehicles Stern-faced soldier drivers crawling in armored cars that were pulling them. Jungle green battle tanks came one after the other, the caterpillar tracks biting the tarred road. The Captains with head-phones popped out of their metal canopies and stood on high alert. SAMs pointed to empty skies and then fighter jets came roaring from nowhere in tight formation and did almost vertical climbs with their after-burners spitting fire impressing the onlookers. This was military power at its destructive best, showing off to bystanders and TV cameras to frighten the world. Someone coughed, soft and hidden, another joined, and the coughing spread like a weed-clogged wave. There was almost a stampede, panic-stricken people ran, on the road, along the sidewalk, anywhere there was room to run. The parade ...

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  A clear blue sky – A SHORT STORY – by Capt. Elmo Jayawardena Source:Island The one unforgettable memory that Selva always carried within himself was the colour of the vast Jaffna sky, spotless and shimmering in brilliant blue. It appeared as if the Gods decided to spread a sheet and tucked it taut to the corners of the horizon as if to show-off how perfectly they could do things. Off and on there would be fluffy white clouds, being sheep-dogged by winds aloft, harmless cartoons scattered in the sky, men and dogs, trees and castles or whatever a child wanted to imagine them to be. The clouds were seldom grey and laden with rain. That’s how the dry climate came about to roast the soil where Selva’s family toiled under the merciless sun for generations to grow chilli on. The kochika as they called it, were the thin and ...

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I plagiarised this title from myself, bear with me for the repetition. It fits so well that I did not bother to create a new heading to tell a repetitive story. I wrote the original after the elections in 2010 when UPFA had an astounding victory. That was when I published the original ‘Bowling without Umpires’. The gist of the story was that the ordinary Sri Lankans were getting hammered left right and centre by politicians in power who wrote the rules at  their own whims and fancies. That was then, this is now and I did make some changes here and there to fit the current tableau. All that is political, the same Diyawanna-Oya meander’s in the vicinity of the same parliament and the same parliament stands majestically  menacing, sheltering those we elected to rule  us and a fair number of them to ruin us. Reminds me of the ...

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