Once upon a time,lived a fool and a priest.Fool, who desire crime,with a heart of a beast. The Priest save him no prayer,but some wine & crumbs of bread.For his heart so heavy with desire,flames ignite the skin while he bled. Once upon a time,the Priest loved the Fool.Oneday,he forgot his church rhymes,and that was a change of rule. The Fool said,"My dear, dear FedyaI please to kill."And everybody could swear,it was wet in red down the hill Rtr. Chamodi Peduruarachchi
Category: Editorial
Which is the right path? The roads are now too foggy
When I was little, and knew nothing of the worldI was drunk with dreams, knew I'd make it to the top.Now I wonder: which is the right path? The roads are now too foggy,the starting line is dim and must be thorny.(The fairytales they poisoned us withare breaking us.)I'm Icarus who flew too close to the sunand burnt his wings;the fall has broken my back and I let out a wail.My dreams—they are like a kitethat is snatched away by the windalong with the ghost of me who wants to try.They are flying high—so high—out of reach from me. - Rtr. Michelle Perera
Month in Review: August & September
Yes, exams are coming up but the Month in Review team couldn't resist updating you on some of the most exciting and interesting events of RotaractArts, so take a break, and read away! -Co-Editors. Club Service Avenue The inaugural project of Club Service Avenue, ‘Sweet Grass’, by the Rotaract Club of University of Colombo, Faculty of Arts, was held at Viharamahadevi Park on August 19, 2023, the event was a remarkable success. The park transformed into a vibrant hub of engaging activities, showcasing the club members’ dedication and organizational skills. From interactive games to artistic stalls, ‘Sweet Grass’; brought the community together in a memorable way. Kudos to the club for this fantastic initiative, and we are excited to see…
Month in Review: July
Month is Review is back! But this time, with a new board to commence the Rotaract Year 2023 – 2024. While we were busy getting accustomed to our new roles and trying our best to fulfil our responsibilities, we did also conduct some exciting projects! The month started with avenue meetings where our members were introduced to the board, and we were able to share our plans for the year to come. We also proudly launched our logo and motto “Come for the Fellowship, Stay for the Impact” and successfully conducted our transition meeting which was attended by many dignitaries! Moving on, join us as we relay to you all we got up to within the month! *** Professional Development…
සීගිරි කාශ්යපගේ වියරුව
මහා ගල හරි තදින් ඔපදාඒ මුදුනෙ මාළිඟා තනවාහෙළයෙ නාමය ලොවේ රන්දාසිංහගිර මං තැනෙව්වා බිසෝවරු රුව ගලේ අඳවාකවියො ගෙන්වා කවි ලියවලාකදිම ජලමල් පොකුණු බඳවාඅලකපුර සිරිලක තැනෙව්වා පුරා සියවස් ගණන් ගෙව්නාඅලුත් මිනිසුන් මෙහෙට ආවාසොබාදහමින් සැදුණු රජබිමකසළ කන්දෙන් වසා දැම්මා ආලකමන්දා නමින් පරසිඳුසීගිරිය ලොව පුදුම කරලූප්ලාස්ටික් කඳු මතින් වැහිලාදකින කොට හදවතම පිච්චූ වෙමිය මම කාශ්යප රජපුරා සුපතළ හෙළයෙ නාමයයළිත් නැඟිටිමි පළා සොහොනතදෙපළු කරනෙමි නර මිනිස් කැළ කසබු ශාපය නොවැඳි ඉන්නටයළිත් රකිනුව මගේ සිහගිරප්ලාස්ටික් කුණු ඉවත් කර දාසදා රකිනුව හෙළයෙ උරුමය - Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි
NONE OF THEM
I am not who you call a Muslim Whom you see down the street and whisper furtively among yourselves, “Terrorist” Murderous, impulsive Blinded by hate and a fierce devotion to merciless religious rituals, crying, “Purge this land of unbelievers” I am not what you call a Hindu Worshipper of idols, self-appointed overseers of birth and caste, In an effort to placate pagan gods; Or diligently watch the stars and moon; Content to leave my life to the mercy Of unknown elements. But neither am I what you call a Christian Exclusive, selfish but condescending, All for show Barring our doors to those that need us the most; “For the good of us all” you say. Then pass by with a…
What’s in a Name?
World, I need you to know That it was not my place to decide To whom I should be born Nor my first name Nor my family name Nor my class Nor my creed “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet” The bloom of the wild And the bloom of the slum Would still smell as sweet as The rose in the Queen’s bouquet, The bees will testify So, keep your rancid wreath to yourselves. I only pray that your poison ivy hate Would not strangle the musk red bloom; Who is far prettier than you Rtr. Hiruni Hitihamu
කවි සිත්තරුන්
කවියො කියන්නෙමසීමා විරහිත සිතුවිලිකාරයොන්ටරාමුවෙන් එහා සක්වලපමණ ඉක්මවා සක්මන් කරනඋද්ධච්ච හිතලුගොන්නකසාඩම්බර හිමිකාරයොන්ටවිශාදය වැළඳුණු කවියෝබෙහෙතට ගන්නෙ පෑනසුදු හිස් පත්ඉරු වලඅකුරු රටා මවනෙකයි උන්ට උරුමකවියෙක් කියන්නෙමඕනෑවට වඩා හිතනෙකටදරන්නම බැරිව පිපිරෙන්න එද්දිසීරුවට පන්හිඳ දිගේදියවෙන්න දෙන එකට… - Rtr. හිරුණි අත්තනායක
The Peanut Man on the Bus
The bell rang and the bus hit the brakes. The peanut man got on the bus and started chanting his ritual, "Peanuts! Peanuts! Baked peanuts! 100 rupees per bag! Only 100 rupees!". Some old ladies delightfully bought them. I nonchalantly looked away and closed my eyes. They flew open as I heard Thaththa’s voice call out, "One bag please.". I jolted up from my relaxed position and stared at him. Thankfully he didn’t notice. As I looked on, he opened the bag of peanuts and started cracking them and munching on them ever so gleefully. As if he has done this all his life. As if he always bought peanuts from the peanut man on the bus. As if he…
Where I believe life is most humane
I take pictures of most random thingsat the most random momentswhere I believe life is most humane:My coffee cup on a random daywhen the foams looknothing like how it was yesterday;When a bird flies across the same gentle breeze that caress my skin;Colors and texture of my paint palette today.To think that this exact momentwill never really have a tomorrowmakes me want to hoardeven the simplest of moments.Have I finally become attached to lifeor still trying to belong somewhere? - Rtr. Michelle Perera