By Malinda Seneviratne –
Meanwhile in a parallel universe…
I’ve always thought he was bright. He was and is his uncle’s nephew. I saw him first as a cub and I saw the fox he would eventually grow up to become. There are situations that are bigger than the man and he was a victim of bigger things. That’s all.
He is vilified at every turn but then again those who vilify him are not exactly saints. They have their ambitions and for all claims about grave concern for the party for each and every one of them the party is but a vehicle for personal advancement. Not that he is not ambitious (who is not, after all?), but this holier-than-thou postulations really give me more cramps than those who authored me and amended me have burdened me with.
Yes, vehicles. He spoke of the 1977 model during the ceremony to felicitate Ranjith Maddumabandara upon completing 25 years in politics. He spoke of vehicles. Sorry, he spoke of a vehicle. He said that it is in pretty bad shape. Spot on. He pointed out that parts have had to be replaced. The vehicle continues to stagger along, falling into potholes, getting stuck in the mud and so on. He is right. A new vehicle is required. Ok, if you didn’t get it, he was talking about the 1977 Constitution,
All this is true. What is also true is that he, Ranil Wickremesinghe that is, is absolutely correct if he was speaking for the people. That car might be called any number of names but ‘Democratic’ is not one of them. Whether or not a new vehicle benefits my main man, the people of this country need a new one. Non-negotiable.
I applaud him, this now-not-so-young fox. He deserves much praise. He speaks the truth. Even if he turns out to be the main beneficiary of a new vehicle (for example, getting to be in the driver’s seat), he has to say it simply because it is the truth. We need a new vehicle. We need a new constitution!
What I am sad about is the fact that while he went on and on and on about a new vehicle for the country, he didn’t utter a single word about the fact that the party vehicle (that’s me, by the way), is on the verge of being sold for scrap. I am in such a poor condition but he hasn’t had the eyes to notice the fact. I’ve had parts replaced. There’s been a lot of tinkering done over the years. ‘Beyond Repair’ is a town I will be visiting pretty soon.
He didn’t see me. Has hasn’t seen me. He will never have eyes for me. It’s almost like a man who has eyes only for some other woman. I don’t want to live forever. I know I’ve outlived my usefulness. I want to die. He is not letting me die an honorable death. I want to be replaced too! So kill me, Ranil! Now!
*Malinda Seneviratne is the Chief Editor of ‘The Nation’ and his articles can be found at www.malindawords.blogspot.com
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