One step after another, We'll scale this mountain high,Two eyes to greet and gatherWhat even hearts may never pryThree wishes to carry us thitherWhen feet and limbs are tiedFour seasons and merry weatherAnd a blessed life to bide

Whither Democratic Peace? The democratic peace proposition (DPP) is a liberal theory of peace (Oneal et al. 2003) complimented by constructivist arguments in support of it. Its central and simplest edict posits that ‘democracies do not go to war with each other’ (Owen 1994). There is a high degree of consensus among its proponents, that both statistical and empirical evidence indicates the “absence ...

Power games: why did America bomb Japan? On August the 5th 1945, a B-29 bomber, named “Enola Gay” after the pilot’s mother, took off from North Field in Tinian, in Mariana Islands, carrying in its cargo bay, the first nuclear weapon to be dropped on a populated city. The world was about to find out the destructive capacity of nuclear weapons, though it is not clear whether ...

A failed test and lost identity Image: ReutersAt the post match conference after the third test against Pakistan, the captain of Sri Lanka said that his team lost; not because they were too negative in their approach to the game, but on the contrary, because his batsmen weren't defensive enough. His words not only failed to convince, but it all seemed like a scene from a ...

A good year (Illustration by Traci Daberko)I was with my mother and sister who were visiting me, and surrounded by friends and a magnificent fireworks display overhead when it started. As I sit here at the end – a bit enfeebled but recovering after a few weeks of illness – to reflect on a year gone by, I am astounded but how much ...

Absence He had lived there for more than eight months now, so he was a bit surprised that he hadn’t noticed it until now. It had been invisible - like dead flies behind closed blinds - at the break of dawn as in the dim ‘energy saving’ lights at night, and concealed by the shimmer and glow and noise of a ...

The Perpetual Conflict (3) Image: Multicultural Arts Victoria The politics of language and identityIt seems all too obvious that the regular cycles of violence that have emerged in Sri Lanka’s recent history since 1915 are distinctly communal in character. Indeed, every battle of every war in our history has always been characterised as those between communities on either side of cultural or religious ...

This verse will come one day; I know it will crawl to me But not tonight; maybe it is not meant to be Dissolved in whispers, or touched, or seen Because all of that it has once been, And lost, before time or light or memory... This rhyme is not feeble, perhaps it's weary Of dreams dared not dreamt, and eyes teary...

Words that change my life Source: Wikipedia Power of words As one who likes to think of himself as a writer, i am beginning to appreciate the fact that words don’t just give expression to our thoughts – they are often the source of our thoughts. We think and feel in words; if there is no word for it, then we can’t think or ...

The Perpetual Conflict (2) Image: thuppahi.wordpress.com Fault-lines Perhaps it is a tragic coincidence of our time; or maybe it was inevitable given the passage of generations, that we are marking the thirty year anniversary of Black July at the same time as we are approaching a centenary of such violence since the communal riots of 1915. With the escalation of religious intolerance and ...

The Perpetual Conflict Image: newmatilda.com The dark clouds of history When I look back, I do not see the black smoke rising, or the cries of hapless countrymen, women and innocent children – victims turning into victimisers, turning into victims – caught in a cycle of violence that has persisted beyond living memory. Whatever I have seen of that time and moment ...

Solstice Beachline, originally uploaded by halwis. When senses have all retreated Into the frosty shadows of starlight And the Earth is submerged in darkness From ocean depth to mountain height Only the faithful hearts keep beating Enduring in faith, and hope’s delight Waiting for the sun to reclaim its place And rescue dawn from the depths of night ~

A game like no other... Dear member of the 1st XV, No doubt today is a big day. I am sure you will recount the memories you are about to create, with longing and nostalgia, for the rest of your lives. But you will only get one chance to make your mark on this day and to be touched by it. How well others ...

Stars are overrated! Helix Nebula Credit: NASA, NOAO, ESA, the Hubble Helix Nebula Team, M. Meixner (STScI), and T.A. Rector (NRAO). After a childhood spent gazing at them, way more than any other 13 year old had the patience to, I had a deep appreciation of their power to amaze and mystify. I already knew at that age how their light was ...

How am I redeemed? Photo By Ian Bramham Good Friday Reflection at St John's Anglican Church, Finch Street, Malvern East. I thank you all and especially Fr. Sathi - very deeply and humbly - for inviting me to join you in your Good Friday reflection and prayer and feel truly grateful for the opportunity to share my faith with you. I suspect that ...

It's about Justice, stupid! Earth, Water, Woman, Cloud & Sky, originally uploaded by halwis. My faith is not threatened by others whose beliefs are different from my own. Neither my identity nor my culture is under threat of being engulfed by another. Perhaps because I have been a migrant and a traveller long enough - that my land is no longer confined by ...

Mystic City Devine Art, originally uploaded by halwis. Nothing ever happened in Kandy that was a random coincidence. No free willed dreamer was ever born there and any who visited either embraced their destiny or left. No raindrop fell on a forehead that had not been forever determined to do so, and every grain of rice that was eaten and every ...

Heartfelt goodbye Traveller, originally uploaded by halwis. For all the times we parted To be reunited in perfect ways For all the blissful memories And countless long forgotten days For all the sun filled days we shared Singing sweet and soulful songs Every anxious moment and thought not spared And long forgotten, forgiven wrongs For each stride we took and danger ...

For sun and clouds This is for warm bright days that follow cool, starlit nights;And for all the lonely clouds, scattered across November skies…When a soft sandy beach beacons, from beyond the distant hillsThe chill of blue waves crashing, into a million foaming frills…For all the sunshine lost to tinted panes and an ode must suffice;When life is spent making a living, in an air-conditioned office... ~

Summer is Here Love bites, originally uploaded by halwis.Summer is here, with its promise of blue skies, warm beaches, sweaty underwear, road trips, late night sunsets, fireworks, cricket on weekends, cold water showers and barbeques and beer with books on beanbags in the garden. Summer has come dressed in green leaves and sunglasses, convertibles and sunroofs, basking in hammocks wearing short skirts and ...

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