Monday, February 22, 2010
Summary.
Current approaches to environmentalism do not work because America carbon emissions are increasing as countries are not committed to the Kyoto Protocol, which the world decrease the world’s carbon emissions as one. Nations had problems reaching their reducing targets as using the old paradigm of judging everything on economic growth people believed that environmentalism could resolve worst effects, and economic growth is made easier. Moreover, economic growth is dependent use of fossil fuels like, coal and oil and spurring it cheaply is by burning more fossil fuel thus threatening our civilization. Research has also conceded that carbon dioxide is the major environmental contaminant as no indication of improvement to decrease it as living standards rise. Today, we question ourselves whether our actions pour more carbon into the atmosphere. From furnace, air-conditioner or car-dependent folks, we would need to consider smaller homes, use the bus, or a bike for daily transportation.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Write about an occasion when you just could not stop laughing at an inappropriate moment.
That piece of melodious music reached its climax as everyone in the hall was swaying to its tune. She was brilliant, her blonde hair and her beautiful blue eyes. Her powerful voice stunned the entire audience crowd as I closed my eyes and dream myself right beside her. All the attention was on her. Just then, my laughter crackled through the concert hall as each and everyone turned their heads and look upon me.
“Wow, finally I’m here, hope I’ll enjoy your concert.”, I said.
I was attending a concert at the Esplanade concert hall of my primary school friend, Liwen. After knowing her for 7 years, she had finally made her mark today in being the lead singer tonight for her secondary school concert as I could hear her heels tapping nervously while she was standing beside me. Her thick makeup and her natural curls on her hair made her irresistibly attractive. All the limelight was on her tonight.
“Do I look alright?” she asked unconfidently.
Assuring her that she look perfectly fine as I recalling back 3 years ago when me and Liwen clinched the 1st price in our school singing competition. From then, she had left a deep etch on my mind as her stunning voice has always made her the center of attraction amongst the boys. “Have I fallen for her?” I thought to myself sneakily, smiling to myself as I settled myself in the hall waiting for the concert to begin.
Finally, the lights when off in the concert hall as a beam of spotlight was set on the middle of the concert hall. Taking her time walking towards the audience, Liwen’s voice melted my heart as everyone applauded and jeered as the dimmed light slowly light up and the dance troupe was dancing behind her. Enjoying her singing, I closed my eyes as images from my childhood ran through my mind as if it was yesterday. Song after song, everything was perfect as Liwen manage to keep her stand on stage. I clapped and jeered alongside with the people sitting by my right and left.
Then it came, “Edelweiss”, our favourite childhood song. Just when I thought all when well, trouble came for me. The chorus of the song was relatively high for any singer and I could see Liwen on stage trying all her might to reach that note. Just then, the bulky guy in his forties sitting beside me let out a loud and uncommon sound when Liwen reached the highest note in the song.
“I couldn’t control it further!” I thought to myself. Due to my high pitch, my voice was easily noticeable as it channeled through the entire concert hall. Uncontrollably, my laughter busted out.
“He had just fart!”, I giggled loudly.
I could not resist my laughter by then as I continued on. All the attention on me now as I could see someone from across the concert laughing together at my remark. However, knowing the dire consequences of spoiling Liwen’s performance, I was laughing till the extent of falling of my chair. His face was blushing red now as half the hall knew that he had just farted as he took the brochure for the concert covered his face and took his heavy footsteps out of the concert hall with his head held down.
“What in the world have I just done? I could have just controlled my laughter. I’ve just embarrassed someone in front of so many people. What was I suppose to do now?” I thought to myself guiltily. My laughter slowly subsides as I thought back on what I have just done.
Just when all the buzzing has reached its peak, Liwen continued on the song as she subside the crowd with her voice trying to bring back the crowd with her voice. Captivated by her voice, the silence gradually came back as she ended the beautiful piece with a elegant bow. Walking out of the concert hall after the entire performance, I met Liwen for supper as we both took a stroll along Singapore River. Walking, I complimented on her brilliant performance just now and her brilliant job she did holding down the crowd after such a commotion just now.
“What was I thinking just now? Was I a little too much just now? How will you feel if you were that guy?” , I asked.
With a grin on her face, she replied, “You will never know.”
“Wow, finally I’m here, hope I’ll enjoy your concert.”, I said.
I was attending a concert at the Esplanade concert hall of my primary school friend, Liwen. After knowing her for 7 years, she had finally made her mark today in being the lead singer tonight for her secondary school concert as I could hear her heels tapping nervously while she was standing beside me. Her thick makeup and her natural curls on her hair made her irresistibly attractive. All the limelight was on her tonight.
“Do I look alright?” she asked unconfidently.
Assuring her that she look perfectly fine as I recalling back 3 years ago when me and Liwen clinched the 1st price in our school singing competition. From then, she had left a deep etch on my mind as her stunning voice has always made her the center of attraction amongst the boys. “Have I fallen for her?” I thought to myself sneakily, smiling to myself as I settled myself in the hall waiting for the concert to begin.
Finally, the lights when off in the concert hall as a beam of spotlight was set on the middle of the concert hall. Taking her time walking towards the audience, Liwen’s voice melted my heart as everyone applauded and jeered as the dimmed light slowly light up and the dance troupe was dancing behind her. Enjoying her singing, I closed my eyes as images from my childhood ran through my mind as if it was yesterday. Song after song, everything was perfect as Liwen manage to keep her stand on stage. I clapped and jeered alongside with the people sitting by my right and left.
Then it came, “Edelweiss”, our favourite childhood song. Just when I thought all when well, trouble came for me. The chorus of the song was relatively high for any singer and I could see Liwen on stage trying all her might to reach that note. Just then, the bulky guy in his forties sitting beside me let out a loud and uncommon sound when Liwen reached the highest note in the song.
“I couldn’t control it further!” I thought to myself. Due to my high pitch, my voice was easily noticeable as it channeled through the entire concert hall. Uncontrollably, my laughter busted out.
“He had just fart!”, I giggled loudly.
I could not resist my laughter by then as I continued on. All the attention on me now as I could see someone from across the concert laughing together at my remark. However, knowing the dire consequences of spoiling Liwen’s performance, I was laughing till the extent of falling of my chair. His face was blushing red now as half the hall knew that he had just farted as he took the brochure for the concert covered his face and took his heavy footsteps out of the concert hall with his head held down.
“What in the world have I just done? I could have just controlled my laughter. I’ve just embarrassed someone in front of so many people. What was I suppose to do now?” I thought to myself guiltily. My laughter slowly subsides as I thought back on what I have just done.
Just when all the buzzing has reached its peak, Liwen continued on the song as she subside the crowd with her voice trying to bring back the crowd with her voice. Captivated by her voice, the silence gradually came back as she ended the beautiful piece with a elegant bow. Walking out of the concert hall after the entire performance, I met Liwen for supper as we both took a stroll along Singapore River. Walking, I complimented on her brilliant performance just now and her brilliant job she did holding down the crowd after such a commotion just now.
“What was I thinking just now? Was I a little too much just now? How will you feel if you were that guy?” , I asked.
With a grin on her face, she replied, “You will never know.”
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
English Exam mock test
Lukas family was worried because Lukas was slow and they did not know what to do when he see elephants along the way. Malie, Sofie and Elias shouted out for Lukas till dark, however, Lukas did not leave any tracks behind making them worrying even more. Lukas family also worried that the elephants, which has been tearing and eating around would step and killed Lukas by accident in the dark. Anna together with his man rotate shifts at midnight with Marteins as he ordered his man to searched south and north calling out every hundred paces and by the tenth call, turn around and move over fifty yards. Sofie too made a fire in a middle hoping that Lukas see the glow and walk back. Koos informed the nearest forester about the missing child as woodcutters laid their axes and came to help and by sixth day, there were forty of them. (148 words)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Draft 4
She was a lady 45 years old by then and she as not know how much her aunt felt 35 years ago when uncle left her. It was till then that Bandula experienced the murderous loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. Events that happened to her for the past 40 years recollected in her mind as it was indeed a painful memory as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began 15 years ago when Bandula was living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left the Tamils living there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Since then, Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts result more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received an unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began 15 years ago when Bandula was living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left the Tamils living there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Since then, Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts result more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received an unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
She was a lady 45 years old by then and she as not know how much her aunt felt 35 years ago when uncle left her. It was till then that Bandula experienced the murderous loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. Events that happened to her for the past 40 years recollected in her mind as it was indeed a painful memory as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans were still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as the departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans were still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm searching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as cries filed the place.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to an electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp. ‘What could have happen to them? God please protect them!’ As negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard, as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! He’s my husband! Who ... did this to him?” Bandula cried terribly moaning beside husband body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?” asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt by anyone present. Bandula stared into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her, “Someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your granduncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!"
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Draft 2
She was a lady 45 years old by then and she did not know how much her aunt felt 35 years ago when uncle left her. It was till then that Bandula experienced the muderous loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. Events that happened to her for the past 40 years recollected in her mind as it was indeed painful a painful memory as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans was still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as sorrow and hatred filed the place.
“You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” said Aunt Aabitha with enragement in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.‘What could have happen to them, can something bad happen? God please protect them!’ , as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting panikly," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard ,as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? Who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in.
“Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began soon after Bandula was 15 years old living together with her aunt Aabitha and uncle Aadhi which owned one out of the tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of Sri Lanka, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving there stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as it announced that the Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, these plans was still carried out as the Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflicts worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers. Uncle Aadhi's body was being brought into backyard of their house as Bandula and Aunt Aabitha watched as sorrow and hatred filed the place.
“You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” said Aunt Aabitha with enragement in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer, Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash answered.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were seen every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suicide bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.‘What could have happen to them, can something bad happen? God please protect them!’ , as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“Mother! Nothing will happen to them! They will be blessed. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents shouting panikly," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And., One of them... looks like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard ,as she began to take her heavy footsteps walking to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? Who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.
Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind.
"Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in.
“Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Draft 2
Tears rolled down her cheeks like a river. She was 45 years old by then and she did not know how much hatred her aunt felt when uncle was killed when she was 15. It was till then she had experienced the loss of her husband in an unfortunate incident in the arms of inequality. She recalled the events which have happened to her for the past 40 years as the Sinhalese officials spat at the coffin of her husband on the day of his cremation.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began when Bandula was 15 years old living together with her auntie Aabitha and uncle Aadhi whom owned one out of the many tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of India, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving within the district, stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as the government announced that the poor Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, the plan was still carried out as the minorities of Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflict worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers.
At the moment, tears rolled down auntie Aabitha cheeks as she turned and said to Bandula, “Someday…. This will end. And we will get wad we deserved. You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” , enrage with anger in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer , Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash, answered with a array tone.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were reported almost every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suside bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.
"What could have happen to them, could something bad happen? God please protect them!" ,as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“MOTHER! Nothing will happen to them! They will be bless.. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And... One of them... look like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard wishing that her auntie's story would not repeat itself. There was a deep hatred for the Sinhalese in Tamil ever since that moment uncle was innocently taken away from her. She then began to take her heavy footsteps to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind. "Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in."Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
Bandula was an adorable and lovable Tamil girl at the age of 5, born in Sri Lanka; Jaffna soon after it gains it independence together with India. The rich and vibrant state of Jaffna was filled with tobacco plantation up hills creating its beautiful greenery as many and many of the saltwater fish farm filled up its costal boarders. The departure of the colonial rule too left Jaffna having colonial buildings such as a majestic public library or even its busy harbor port. No one expected the tension in Sri Lanka between the Sinhalese and Tamils to grow into such bloodshed and killing as its inhabitants were looking upon high hopes after independence because of its beautiful costal landforms and its fertile plains for food.
Conflict began when Bandula was 15 years old living together with her auntie Aabitha and uncle Aadhi whom owned one out of the many tobacco plantations. Eventually, following the independence of India, the Sinhalese government in charge announced the citizenship act in 1948. This left Bandula, and the other Tamils leaving within the district, stateless as they were neither a citizen of Sri Lanka nor India thus losing all its rights as a citizen of Sri Lanka. Following that, Resettlement policy was implemented in 1950 leading to unhappiness among the community as the government announced that the poor Sinhalese peasants were being resettled into Jaffna together with the Tamil majorities. Uncle Aadhi was one out of the many who opposed the idea of resettlement. Moreover, the plan was still carried out as the minorities of Tamils of Sri Lanka had totally no say towards the government. This eventually sparked of a deep feud between the Tamils for the Sinhalese government.
Sinhalese soldiers often conducted raids as the conflict worsen causing more and more violence in Jaffna. Once, they raided uncle's Aadhi's farm seraching for the one responsible for the murders of a few Sinhalese peasants near uncle's plantation. Without questioning, uncle Aadhi was pulled out and taken away by the Sinhalese army. Few days later, auntie Aabitha received a unknown phone call which asked whether she wanted to claim uncle Aadhi's body. Uncle Aadhi was shot and murdered by the Sinhalese soldiers.
At the moment, tears rolled down auntie Aabitha cheeks as she turned and said to Bandula, “Someday…. This will end. And we will get wad we deserved. You… you all will be the future of Sri Lanka. Take back what is rightfully belonging to us.” , enrage with anger in her eyes.
Time past as Bandula grew up and married to a electrical engineer , Awandi, working at a local plant in the heart of Jaffna. The conflict still lasted as matters began worst with the formation of the Tamil United Liberation Front in 1976. Bombing and gunfire could be heard or report almost everyday as there were retaliation between the two ethnic groups.
"Where your thambi?” Bandula asked the oldest daughter of the family curiously.
“Oh, he when out to grab some milk and bread for breakfast with father at the milk bar few district across the camp.” Bandula's daughter, Akash, answered with a array tone.
They were one out of the many families of refuges living in the refuges camp of Jaffna Peninsula. In a period of less then two months, the continuous riots between the two ethnic groups ongoing for 30 years has reached its peak , as it sparked of the civil war between the Sinhalese government officials and Tamils Tiger whom has been fighting for separatist of an independent state in Sri Lanka. Deaths and mass murders were reported almost every two hours as citizens live in fear and worry as no one knew whom they might lost the next moment. Bandula feared as she has witness how her uncle was taken away from her auntie. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the unfaithful moment.
That glaring Tuesday morning on August 1983, the Sinhalese Army was constantly looking for the ones were responsible their fellow comrades after the car suside bombing by the Tamil Tigers as the camp which Bandula and her family live in was searched. Noon came as the blazing sun came burning through the bloodshed atmosphere of the camp. Funerals were seen daily at the funeral hall in the middle of the camp to place the bodies of the love ones in which were innocently murdered by the racial killing outside the camp. Half a day was gone and yet, Jegan, Bandula's son and Awandi were not back to the camp.
"What could have happen to them, could something bad happen? God please protect them!" ,as negative thoughts when through Bandula's mind.
“MOTHER! Nothing will happen to them! They will be bless.. Thambi and dad will be back!” Akasha, trying to cheer her mother up with her depressed look in her face.
Just then, one of their refugee mates came running into their tents," You got to know this Bandula! The Sinhalese army killed another few of the innocent Tamils. And... One of them... look like your husband!"
Bandula expression stunned as she did not know what to react. Hoping that time will freeze at the moment, Bandula prayed hard wishing that her auntie's story would not repeat itself. There was a deep hatred for the Sinhalese in Tamil ever since that moment uncle was innocently taken away from her. She then began to take her heavy footsteps to where the troops had placed the bodies.
“He’s....! HE'S MY HUSBAND! Who? who ... did this to him?” Mother teared terribly moaning beside Awandi's body.
"Mum, the Sinhalese! Father walked out of a milk bar after buying some milk and bread and as soon as he came outside, he was shot upon by soldiers firing at random on top of a moving Sri Lankan Army truck. He was shot a couple of times around his intestinal area and eventually fell right onto the floor, dead.” Jegan moaned while pulling her mother's sleeve while tearing.Unknowingly, the fighting by the army on the street left Awandi killed while he was coming back after buying the milk from the milk bar. Bandula was then forced to sign an agreement in which she declared that her husband died of natural causes in order to retrieve his body and cremating his body to leave any evidence behind. "Madam, can we push his body in for cremation now?" , asked the undertaker.
Tears and Sadness filled the sorrow atmosphere as the fire burned glared in the midst of the refugee camp. At the moment, the strong enrage between the Tamils and Sinhalese could be felt as the bodies cremated, more and more bodies were being taken in."Someday.... someday this hatred will be what you will work for. The Tamils' future will be depending on you, the future generation. Revenge for what they have done to your uncle and father. Fight for freedom and hatred! Join the Tamil Tigers!", Bandula look into the eyes of her children as the flame of hatred burn within her.
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