There are many ways to stand up, a man called Gamini reminded me
Anniversaries are for remembrance. We note certain anniversaries
because they are significant. We note them because life overtakes
incident and in that inevitable movement we not only forget moment and
personality but lesson. There are ‘days’ dedicated to fathers, mothers,
lovers, the earth and water. They make no sense to me. They are
realities though. Some days, however, cannot be moved around at will.
Birthdays, for instance. Death anniversaries.
Landmark days are good for remembering, I admit. Newspapers remember
such days and it is good they do. Still, there are times when I feel we
ought to remember randomly and collectively.
Buddhist Order
Hasalaka Gamini memorial statue at Elephant Pass. Picture
courtesy: Google |
A little over a month ago I wrote about the Arantalawa massacre.
Saffron robes turned chillie red that day. Thirty three bikkhus were
murdered and four civilians too. Three bikkhus sustained critical
injuries and one of them was permanently disabled. Among them was Ven
Mahiyangane Dhammajothi Thera, then a young bikkhu just 21 years of age.
He was born in the hamlet of Hasalaka to a farming family. He was the
second son of S.G. Babanis and S.G. Juliet. It is not known if the
renunciation of worldly things or poverty-related reason made him join
the Buddhist Order.
It is known however that the Arantalawa massacre and witnessing the
brutality of terrorism had persuaded him to disrobe. The community had
to be defended before it could be educated in the word of the Buddha. He
left the Order with the blessings of his teacher and Chief Thera. He
joined the army.
He was attached to the Sinha Regiment, Sixth Battalion as a rifleman.
On the night of July 10, 1991, some 5,000 LTTE cadres surrounded the
Elephant Pass garrison. He was one of the 600 soldiers tasked to defend
this gateway to the Jaffna Peninsula. The LTTE attacked, the soldiers
defended. Routine. What was extraordinary was a bulldozer covered with
armour plates and chockfull of explosives rumbling towards the Southern
entrance. None of the soldiers were prepared to meet this threat. Except
one. The gunfire and explosions would have been deafening and
disconcerting. The boy from Hasalaka was however calm. Purposeful. He
took two grenades, ran towards the oncoming tank, took the hits from
bullets fired at him, climbed the ladder and tossed them inside. The
tank exploded. The assault ended. Lance Corporal Gamini Kularatne died.
Heroes and heroines
Thousands more were destined to die, on both sides. Thousands of
civilians too. Wars are not about innocence or guilt, after a certain
point. All that remains are memories of those who did not arrive in a
land called ‘Peace’ and thanksgiving for what we have. I wonder how many
people associate the 10th day in July with a child who joined the
Buddhist Order, witnessed and survived one of the most brutal attacks
carried out by the LTTE, left to defend community and nation and
sacrificed his life in the most heroic fashion. At some level, it is
perfectly alright not to remember. At some level we should not forget.
We should remember to offer merit to Gamini and others. At some level we
should recognize heroism and erase from mind and heart the identity
markers of the heroes and heroines.
I remember a Nanda Malini’s song: Mugurak Avesithena mugurak (a club
when a club is needed). It is about there being a time to engage in
reflection on the eternal verities and a time to stand up and defend
against threat. Most importantly, it reminds us that once war is done, a
society would do well to return to the reflections that were temporarily
abandoned.
This is why we still remember, more than two millennia since it
happened, the request made to King Dutugemunu by one of his Yodayas
(i.e. one of the ten generals endowed with extraordinary strength and
skill), Theraputtabhaya. He wanted to join the Buddhist Order. After
many please and several refusals, the kind relents and the soldier
proceeds to acquire the margapala on the path to enlightenment.
Armoured tank
At some level there is no point wondering what Hasalaka Gamini would
have done had he been alive on May 19, 2009 i.e. when the fighting was
finally done. He had left us almost 18 years before. The more pertinent
question is what we, who survived in large part to the sacrifices of the
likes of Hasalaka Gamini, should do.
Hasalaka Gamini was confronted by an armoured tank that threatened to
destroy a garrison and take the lives of hundreds of his comrades. He
embraced both tank and death. We are confronted by one another, unarmed
but endowed with fears, doubts, suspicions, history and version and an
open but tortuous road. There is an embrace that was not in the script
on July 10, 1991. We make our histories in circumstances that are not
necessarily of our making. Hasalaka Gamini did. Twenty years later, we
are making history too in circumstances that are far less forbidding
that those which Hasalaka Gamini had to inhabit.
We do make history when we are silent and apathetic. We make history
by standing up too. Everyone single of us. It is 20 years since Hasalaka
Gamini stood up on behalf of all of us. Perhaps it would be good to
commemorate this heroic man by asking ourselves whether or not we are
standing and if we are, where exactly we are located, what exactly we
are standing for and what exactly we’ve achieved or are achieving.
Have I done justice to the memory of a child born into a poor farming
household, who saw with his own eyes 33 of his fellow-bikkhus being
slaughtered, disrobed to defend the country and embraced death so I
could at this moment be sitting here, writing this? Have I stood up? I
wonder. Do you?
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