Wednesday 24 December 2014

2015 ජනාධිපත්වරණය පිළිබඳ මගේ සත දෙක හෙවත් මයි ටූ සැන්ට්ස්




2015 ජනවාරි 8 දා ජනාධිපතිවරණයලු. 2005, හා 2010 දී හැකි පමණින් ක්‍රියාකාරි ලෙස මේ ඡන්ද සටනට දායක වූ මා මෙවර එතරම් උනන්දුවක් දක්වන්නේ නැත්තාක් සේ කෙනෙකු දැකිය හැකිය. උනන්දුවක් නැතුවා නොවේය, මේ අවස්ථාවේ ඇත්තටම අප රට දේශපාලකයින් අපව අසරණ කර ඇත. ඇයි මා එසේ කියන්නේ:

- ජාතියේ ආඩම්බරකාර පියායැයි තමන්වම හඳුනාගත් නායකයා, ඔහුට පමණක් නොව බලන් සිටිනා රට වැසියන් ලෙස අපටද ලජ්ජා හිතෙන විදිහට රටේ සාරෙම උරා ගනිමින් හිඳී. ඔහු කෙතෙරම් බලයෙන් මත් වී ඇත්දැයි කිවහොත්, මට ඔහුව සමාන කල හැක්කේ 1815 දී සුරාවෙන් මත් වැ තම රජකම් නැතිවුණු තැනට වැඩ කල ශ්‍රි වික්‍රම රාජසිංහ රජුව ය. 2015 දී, හරියටම වසර 200කට පසුව බලයෙන් මත්ව මහින්ද රාජපක්ෂයෝ රට වැසියන් අසරණ තත්ත්වයට පත් කර ඇත්තෝය. රට වැසියන් කෙතෙරම් අසරණ වී ද යත්, තවම පෞරෂය සොයන ඒ උදෙසා මෝඩි සරණ ගිය "මෛත්‍රිපාලත්" නායක් වෙස් ගැනීමට යත්න දරයි. සත්‍ය වශයෙන් ම, යුධ බිය දුර කරලීමෙන් අනතුරුව රජෙකු ලෙස තම දිවි ඇති තුරා ජීවත් වීමට ඕනෑ තරම් ඉඩ තීබුණු රාජපක්ෂ ට අද මිනිසුන් බැණ වදිනා සැටි බලා සිටීමට සිත් නොදෙයි. ඒ කොළඹ වාසය කල අප, ඒ කාලේ කෙතෙරම් ජීවිත අවදානමකින් සැමදා අප කටයුතු වල් නිරත වුනා දයි අපට හොඳින් මතක නිසා ය. එහෙත් එම ගෞරවය නැති කරගත්තේ ඔහුම ය.

- මහින්ද රාජපක්ෂ තව දුරටත් පාලනයේ තබා ගත නොහැකි යන්න බොහෝ සෙයින් පැහැදිලි හෙයින්, මෛත්‍රි පාලනයක් උදෙසා මෛත්‍රිපාල සිරිසේනයන් පිටියට පැමිණ ඇත. මෛත්‍රිය ඉතිරවීම උදෙසා ඔහුගේ දකුණත්සව් ලෙස ජාතියේ මහා අභාග්‍යයට අප රට වසර එකොළහක් නායකත්වය දැරූ, මෛත්‍රිය යැයි ලියන්නට හෝ දන්නේ දැයි සැක සහිත, තමන් ඉන්නතාක් කල් දේශපාලන පළිගැනීම් වල නිරත වූ චන්ද්‍රිකාවෝ ද වීදි බැස ඇත. වමත්සව් ලෙස  පරාජය උරුම කර ගත් රනිලුන් සිටී. ඔහු කෙරේ ඇත්තේ 2002 සාම ගිවිසුම ට රැවටුණු නිසා ඇති වූ කළකිරීමක් මිස, ඔහු දෙස බැලීමට චන්ද්‍රිකාවන්ට සාපේක්ෂව පිළිකුලක් නැත. එහෙත්  මට මතක් වන්නේ සාම ගිවිසුම අත්සන් කිරීමට පිරබාහරන් නම් ත්‍රස්තවාදියා එනවායැයි   රැවටී, ඒ ත්‍රස්ත නායකයා නො ආපු කල, ජොන් වෙස්ට්බොග් අතට අත දීමට,  අතදෙද්දි, තම අත නොදීපු රනිල්ගේ මුහුණය. ඔහු හොරෙකු නොවෙන්නට පුළුවන, එහෙත් ඔහු රැවටීමට ලක් වූ බවත් ඊට සාපේක්ෂව, යුද්ධය නවත්තන්න යැයි බල කිරීමට පැමිණි විදෙස් ඇමතිවරුන් තුන්දෙනා ඇඹිලිපිටියට ගෙන්වා මිරිස් මාළු කවා යැවූ මහින්ද රාජපක්ෂ නම් බයියා ගව් ගණනක් ඉදිරියෙන් බැව් නොකියා බැරිය. දැනුමෙන් රාජපක්ෂ ට රනිලුන්ට ලං වීමට නොහැකි වීමට පුළුවන -එහෙත්  දේශපලඥ්ඥයකු ලෙස තම රට වැසියාට තඹ දොයිතුවක වැඩක් තවම වී නැති ඒ දැනුම කුමට ද ?

- මහින්ද වෙනුවෙන් පෙනී සිටින්නෝ කියනුයේ ඔහු බුද්ධ ශාසනයේ චිරස්තිථිය වෙනුවෙන් පෙනී සිටින බවත්, රටේ ඒකීයභාවය වෙනුවෙන් පෙනී සිටින බවත් ය. රටේ ඒකීයභාවය වෙනුවෙන් ඔහු පෙනී සිටින බැව් සැබෑ වුවද, ඔහු තම විදේශ අමාත්‍යාංශය තම ඥාති හිතමිත්‍රාදීන්ට ලාභ සංග්‍රහ ලබාදීමට ඇති තැනක් යැයි වරදවා තේරුම් ගැනීම හේතුවෙන්, තමන් පෙනී සිටිනා ඒකීයභාවය තමන් විසින්ම අවදානමට ලක් කරන්නේ ය. දළඳා මාළිඟාව ඉදිරිපිට ධාවන තරඟ පවත්වන, දි.මු, වගේ කෙනෙකුන් බුද්ධ ශාසන ඇමැති කරගෙන සිටින, සංඝ රත්න ඉදිරිපිට ගරුසරු ඇතිව බිම වාඩිවීමට නොහැකි (මොහුට අන් ආගමික ස්ථාන වලට ගිය කළ හොඳින් බිම වාඩිවීමට පුළුවන ) මොහු ශාසන චිරස්තිථිය වෙනුවෙන් පෙනී සිටින්නේ යැයි කියන්නේ නම් ඒ තරම් විහිළුවක් තවත් නැත.

- ඉතින් අපි මහින්ද රාජපක්ෂට යන්න යැයි කිව යුතුය. එහෙත් ඒ 1815 දී ශ්‍රී වික්‍රම රාජසිංහ අයින් කලා වගේ ය.  ඔහු අයින් කරන තැන ගනීමට ඉන්නේ අශුද්ධ සන්ධානයකි. සත්‍ය වශයෙන්ම කියතොත්, චම්පික රණවක අන් කඳවුරේ නොහිටින්න මම මහින්ද යටතේ තවත් දියවී යාමට සිත හදා ගනිමි. එහෙත් අපි අවදානමක් ගත යුතුය. ඒ නිසා ඔය කියන යහපාලනය, හෝ නීතියේ ආධිපත්‍යය හෝ, සාධාරණත්වය හෝ, ලං කර  ගැනීමට කැණහිලුන් ටිකක් සමඟ පොර බැදීමට සිදුව ඇත. ඒ කැණහිලුන් අතර සාම ජාවාරමේ සිටියවුන්ද, මාක්ස්ගෙන් අන්ධවූවන්ද, බෙදුම්වාදීන්ද, අන්ත ලිබරල් වාදින්ද, "වැරදි" කණ්ඩායම වෙනුවෙන් පෙනී සිටින්නන්ද ඇත. ඒ නිසා මෛත්‍රි කෙරේ නැති පෞරෂයක් ආරූඪ කර, එතන නැති මිනිහෙක් මවා පාන්නට අවශ්‍ය නැත. ඔහු තාම පෞරෂය සොයන්නෙකි - මෝඩි වගේ අඳින්නේ ඒ නිසාය. කම් නැත - අප රට ජනතාව කෙතෙරම් නායකත්ව අහේනියකට පත්ව ඇත්දැයි පවසතොත්, දැන් මෛත්‍රිත් මිනිසෙකි. මට මෛත්‍රි ගැන ආරෝවක් නැත. ඒත් එතන නැති මිනිසෙකු මවන්නට යත්න දරණ අනෙකුන් ගැන නම් ඇතිවෙන්නේ කණගාටුවකි. අපි සත්‍ය ට මුහුණ දෙමු. අපි මේ තෝරා ගන්නේ දෙපැත්තේම බලවත් දෝෂ සහිත දෙදෙනෙකුගෙන් අයෙක්වය. ඒ උදෙසා අපි අපිව රවටා ගත යුතු නැත - නැති වර්ණනා කල යුතු නැත. ඉදිරියට පත් වනු ඇත්තේ සංක්‍රාන්ති සමයකි. ඒ සංක්‍රාන්ති සමයෙන් අනතුරුව අපිට වාසි සහගත තත්ත්වයක් අපි සාදා ගත යුතුය. ගමන පටන් ගත යුතුය. ඒ සඳහා මෛත්‍රිපාලත් කම් නැත - කවුරු උනාම මොකෝ... එහෙත් අවදානම ගත යුතු බව සිතමි. අවදානමක් ගන්නේ යයි ඉතා හොඳ අවධානයෙන් , නැති මිනිසෙකු මවා ගන්නේ නැතුව, ඉදිරියට ඇති අපහසු ගමන ගැන සිත යොමු කරමින් ඒ අවදානම ගත යුතුය. 

Saturday 29 November 2014

"A Happy Man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else"




The Narrow Road to the Deep North - Richard Flanagan

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(Man Booker Award Winning novel 2013 )



"A Happy Man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else" (From " The Narrow Road to the Deep North")




Writing an essay called "Freeing My father", for  the Sydney Morning Herald, Flanagan says that his father totally forgot  about his time as a Prisoner of War (PoW), upon his son's account of meeting and conversing with some of the men of the Japanese Imperial Army, under whom his father was a PoW, back in 1942-43, in then Siam. Flanagan Snr. was 98 at the time that his son spoke to his father's former Prison officials, and soon after, passed away towards the tail end of completion of this book. I read this essay, as is my wont, two days after reading the booking - a time during which I randomly read sections of the book, read reviews, write sentiments about the book, in a notebook I keep especially for that purpose, and meander in and out of the world of the tale. And I thought that this is a book, worthy of a meandering.





The author says that he wanted his book to be based on a romance, ever though although very much a war tale. The Romance is there for all to see - the protagonist's  affair with his uncles' young wife. It is a tale of interest and has significance within the novel - yet, the romance  ended up in the periphery of the novel. It is in the periphery, along with most of Dorrigo Evans' (the protagonist) pre-war life, and his post-war life. True that his war time experience made him the man he was, a war hero, a famous surgeon, a public figure and an uninterested, cheating husband and an almost a passive father - ( until a moment arises in which, he is to prove himself in the face of a life threatening incident to  his family. And for a second time, cometh the hour, and rises the man! ) This then, this rising to be a man beyond his own expectations is the part that  captured my interest most about this novel, most. The Protagonist is a man with many failings, but all throughout, "the big fella",  the leader  to a thousand Australian prisoners of war slaving in the "death railway" in Siam, he rises above his usual self, just as the men around him expect it of  him. This then, is a leader born at the moment. In everyday life he had no place for virtue. "Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause", believed Evans. "... Dorrigo Evans understood himself as a weak man who was entitled to nothing, a weak man whom the thousand were forming into the shape of their expectations of him as a strong man. It defied sense. They were captives of the Japanese and he was the prisoner of their hope."(excerpt)  It is this expectation, which he tried to fulfill during that period, from April 1942 to September 1943, in a stretch building the Burmese death Railway under the Japanese Imperial Army. They had to do this under minimum tools, no medication, torrential rains, starvation and all sorts of diseases - malaria, dengue, dysentery, topical ulcers and the dreaded cholera. The horror that this combination brings about is absolutely harrowing.
"The Horror! The Horror!" - this is the weak whisper that Marlow hears as Kurtz dies, in Conrad's seminal work, "heart of darkness". However much a great read "heart of darkness" was, I always felt that Conrad did not sufficiently capture this horror, that he hinted of. In contrast, it is  horror that defines this novel. Hence my argument that the romance is just in the borders.
Following is an excerpt of Dorrigo Evans operating on Jack Rainbow, whose leg has already been amputated twice.
"There was noise from the general hospital huts but it was almost immediately drowned out by jack's screaming as Dorrigo Evans began cutting away his leg stump. The stench of the dead flesh was so powerful it was all he could do not to vomit......

 But there was really no leg left to get, only a weirdly moving and bloody thing that seemed just want to be left alone. The tiny piece of thigh that remained was now so slippery with blood that it was very difficult to work on....

With each galvanic jolt blood was spewing out in a small fountain. It was as if Jack Rainbow's body were willingly pumping itself dry. Dorrigo Evans was trying to stitch as far up the artery as he could go, the blood was still galloping out, Squizzy Taylor was unable to staunch the flow, blood was everywhere, he was desperately trying to think of something that might buy some time but there was nothing. He was stitching, the blood was pumping, there was no light, the stitches kept ripping, nothing held.
Push harder, he was yelling to Squizzy Taylor. Stop the f...ing flow.
But no matter how hard Squizzy Taylor pushed, still the blood kept surging, spilling over Dorrigo Evans' hand and arm, running down into the Asian mud and the Asian morass that they could not escape, that Asian hell that was dragging them all ever closer to itself."
This, in a makeshift thatched hut functioning as  the operating theater, with a kitchen saw as the cutting tool, and a soup ladle forced upon the femoral artery to stop the blood flow!
Then there was the Benjo! "... the benjo was a trench twenty yards long and two and a half yards deep, over which the men precariously squatted on slimy bamboo planking to relieve themselves. The bobbing excrement below was covered with writhing maggots-like desiccated coconut on lamingtons, as Chum Fahey said. It was a vile horror. When the prisoners competed in devising ways of doing in their most hated guard, they joked of one day drowning the Goanna in the benjo. Even for them, a more terrible death was hard to conceive." It is in this hell that Darky Gardiner, hinted as the illegitimate son of Dorrigo's brother, Tom (he gets to know of it only upon his return  drowns in, trying to relieve himself after a beating that lasted for many  hours. (He is beaten because some of the men  in his work group had  absconded work, and he was in charge of the work group that day.)
" THEY FOUND HIM late that night. He was floating head-down in the benjo, the long, deep trench of rain-churned shit that served as the communal toilet. Somehow he had dragged himself there from the hospital, where they had carried his broken body when the beating had finally ended. It was presumed that, on squatting, he had lost his balance and toppled in. With no strength to pull himself out, he had drowned....
Oh, you f...ing stupid bastard, Darky. Couldn't you just have shat yourself on the bunk like every other dopey bugger? Couldn't you just have folded their f...ing blanket the right way out?
As they raised Darky Gardiner's body, Jimmy Bigelow glimpsed it by the light of the kerosene lantern. Coated in maggots, it was something so oddly bruised, crushed, filthy, so dirty and broken, that for a moment he thought it could not be him."
By the way, relieving themselves where they were was acceptable, in this dysentery infested, cholera weakened prisoner camp, as can be understood by Jimmy's lamentations against his deceased colleague. This then is a glimpse to the unfathomable horror enclosed within these pages. But then, it is not my objective to portray the Japanese as evil, in a literal sense. Thus I continue.
Major Nakamura is the commanding officer from JIA, and this is what he has to say in one of his exchanges with Dorrigo, via a translator. Further it can be easily understood that it is this Nakamura, albeit with a different name that the author met in his trip to Japan, in the essay which I referred to, at the beginning.

"It is true this war is cruel, Lieutenant Fukuhara translated. What war is not? But war is human beings. War what we are. War what we do. Railway might kill human beings, but I do not make human beings. I make railway. Progress does not demand freedom. Progress has no need of freedom. Major Nakamura, he say progress can arise for other reasons. You, doctor, call it non-freedom. We call it spirit, nation, Emperor. You, doctor, call it cruelty. We call it destiny."

It is clear that the JIA had an embodiment of the concept of Japan, the Emperor, and the Japanese spirit and even their own death against this belief is not too great a price. So much so they literally treat prisoners of war as being less than human, since they surrendered (against killing themselves). In Nakamura's own mind he is a good man, for he felt the pain as Darky Gardiner was beaten out of sense, as a result of his order for  punishment,  but  he sees no alternative . Either he has to deliver the railway, or kill himself in shame. This is the same man, who abstains from even killing a mosquito, later in life, now settled with a wife and kids. I felt that war is unfathomable. The horror of war is something that arises out of the conditions, circumstances and higher orders that make the "men in the field" act in a particular manner.  For those who are involved in the very midst of it, at that precise moment, they believe that they are doing the best they could. Nakamura firmly believed in it, in his circumstances. Dorrigo Evans firmly believed it given his circumstances. And I honestly feel that people who decide and judge these men who were made to war, a war fed, groomed and declared by those who are never on the battle field, are much worse than those men who had the heat of the war in their hands, which largely forced them act in the way they did.  For it is these men, who are miles away from the horror and the filth of war, but are the very ones to declare the next war. Then how much credibility can their judgment on who is a war criminal and who is not, carry ?  I can't help, but be reminded of Bob Dylan's words....

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'

In this novel, we have a Korean guard of the prisoners, who had joined the Japanese army solely due to the stipend of 50 yen, and whatever actions he carried out were are under the orders of his superior, Maj. Nakamura. He is given the death sentence by an Australian Court after Japanese surrender, and until his death he cannot think of anything else, but the 50 yen, the promised stipend which he is yet to receive. It is at the trial that he understands the Geneva convention, the chain of command and the military structure of the Japanese - this then is a so called "war criminal" who pays the ultimate price for his "atrocities", undoubtedly in which he part took in. Yet, Maj, Nakamura, having gone to the Japanese mainland, forges a new identity and lies low until the anti-Japanese mood changes sufficiently. When it does change, the Americans are now friends with Japanese, and have adopted the philosophy of "let bygones be bygones" and that of "forgiving and forgetting", for most diabolical of reasons. In an exchange many years after the war, between Nakamura and another doctor who part took in the war, Sato, we are told that: " Mr. Naito was one of the leaders of our very best scientists in similar work there. Vivisection. And many other things. Testing biological weapons on prisoners. Anthrax. Bubonic plague, too, I am told. Testing flamethrowers and grenades on prisoners. It was a large operation with support at the highest levels. Today Mr. Naito is a well-respected figure. And why? Because neither our government nor the Americans want to dig up the past. The Americans are interested in our biological warfare work; it helps them prepare for war against the Soviets. We tested these weapons on the Chinese; they want to use them on the Koreans. I mean, you got hanged if you were unlucky or unimportant. Or Korean. But the Americans want to do business now."
Here we see, what a farce the whole thing is, and it is the misguided, the gullible, those with their own political objectives and of course those out with a vendetta who seek redress through trials, in a post war environment. For almost always, the true guilty can never be judged, in a post war environment. For one thing the question remains as to who the true guilty is, and for another the judges try to judge the happenings on a battlefield that is almost beyond comprehension, for those who took no part in it. In this respect, other than attempting to avoid war by all possible means, seeking justice in a post-war environment appears largely, to do a second wrong in a futile effort to put right what could've been an initial wrong.