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Editorial Month In Review

Month in Review: November and December

By RotaractArts 0

Hello everyone, been a while since we have given you an update on the activities of the club, so what better way to update yourselves than through our monthly round-up! While the University was on break, RotaractArts clearly made the best of the holidays, because, as you will read and find out, November and December were rather eventful months for RotaractArts with some very interesting and memorable events taking part! Do enjoy! Editorial: November With the closing of the Love Gazette series, we have bid farewell to a collection of stories that have touched the hearts of our readers. The Love Gazette series took our readers on an emotional rollercoaster, weaving tales of love and heartbreak that resonated deeply with…

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Editorial State of the Blog

State of the Blog

By RotaractArts 0

Hey hey! Happy New Year everyone! It has been a while since you have heard from us and we thought we would give you a much-needed recap on how things have been on our end. The first half of the year was an absolute blast, and we have no hesitation in calling it a success story! We published just one short of 50 articles (so, 49!) of which 24 were for our first project, The Love Gazette where we explored the theme of love in all its glory. If we take a minute to reflect on the project, we would say the following, going into it we expected to look at love not just from a romantic point of view…

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Editorial Poems

you, an ocean

By RotaractArts 1

you are an oceanso deep and silentbaring all the chaoswithout any whineI hear you singwith the windyou forgiveunderstandloveunconditionallybut I am afraid thatone dayyou will get overwhelmedand release your thought tidesunexpectedlyjust like oceans do once in a while - Rtr. Bhagya Naranpanawa

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Editorial Poems

A Night of Revenge

By RotaractArts 0

Red paint splashed all over the room, Smell of salt and metal, Funny how one could almost think blood has been spilled tonight in a calm household. A guy on all fours, Begging, crying- "Not my Son, not him He's still eighteen" And a grim lover at the counter, Starring at the mess on the kitchen floor Flesh, and more "Red paint" Boom! The once pale body, laid on the floor Gives not a single twitch His Ken-doll lips - blue, now tainted with wet streaks of Red, A young man hovers over the broken pieces of a marble statue, Stands and walks back, A snail leaving dark trails of revenge, Sense of smug pride strewn across the white face,…

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Editorial Short Stories

Blame!? Him, Her or Him?

By RotaractArts 0

: An extract from a burnt letter. ....ause I was scared, I might fell in love with you again. Please do not do refuse to see me. We should see each other one last time! At least come this time, of all times we missed! I missed. I never meant to let go of the love we shared for two years. I don't know whether to blame you or to me or to him, who was unaware of the things happened around me, even though he was with me all the time. This all started from the second semester that year and I... I was alone without the family, without you in a mischievous boarding house where no one cares…

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Editorial Poems

කවි දෙකක්, දෙන්නෙක්ට.

By RotaractArts 0

ඔහු තම පෙම්බර ළබැඳියටත් , ඔහුගේ ම යහපත් මිතුරියකටත් මෙසේ ලියා තිබුණි. ළබැඳියට, හදවත කැඩී සුන් වී ගිය එක දිනකකොහෙන් ආව සුරඟනක් ද ඔබ එදිනනෙතඟ කඳුළු බිඳුවක් නුඹ මෝදු කළඅලුත් හීනයක් දුන්නා මගෙ හිතට හැම දිනක් ගනින්නැතිනුඹ දකිනු රිසින් මංඑක දිනක් යෙදෙන්නැතිනුඹව දැකගත්ත මංමුනිවත ම රකින්නැතිගොළුවෙකුගෙ විලස ම මංකොහොම නම් කියන්න දනුඹට පෙම් කරමි මං යහපත් මිතුරියට, කටකාර කියවිල්ලනිමක් නෑ කනත් නෑඒත් නුඹෙ හිත හොඳයිමං තාම කිව්වෙ නෑකිසි දෙයක් කියන්නටබයක් නෑ වගක් නෑයහපත් ම මිතුරියටමිලක් නෑ කමක් නෑවිහිළුවට තහළුවටකෙළවරක් ඇත්තෙ නෑබණ කතා දෙසන්නටඊට වැඩි කෙනෙක් නෑලොකුකමයි පණ්ඩිතයිකමක් නෑ කමක් නෑමචං උඹ හොඳ එකීතරහ නෑ තරහ නෑ Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි

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සුළං රැල්ලේ පාව එන්නේ ඔහුගෙ නාමය වේ…  

By RotaractArts 0

2016 - 11 - 03          හෙලයේ මහා ගාන්ධර්වයාණෝ ලෙස විරුදාවලි ලත් ආචාර්ය පණ්ඩිත් අමරදේව සූරින් දැයෙන් සමුගෙන අද දිනට වසර 07ක් ඉක්ම ගොසිනි!!!         1927 වර්ෂයේ දෙසැම්බර් 5 වන දින දොන් ගිගෝරිස් පෙරේරා සහ මැගී වෙස්ලිනා මෙන්ඩිස් ට දාව මොරටුවේදි උපත ලද වනක්කුවත්ත මිටිවඩුගේ දොන් ඇල්බට් පෙරේරා, ප්‍රකට ගායන හා සංගීතඥයෙකු ලෙස ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේදී හඳුනාගනු ලබන්නේ ඔහුගේ ආරෝපිත නාමය වූ "අමරදේව" නමිනි. අමරදේව යන නාමය මහාචාර්ය එදිරිවීර සරච්චන්ද්‍රයන් විසින් ඔහුට ප්‍රදානය කරන ලද නාමයයි. විමලා අමරදේවයන්, එතුමාගේ දයාබර බිරිඳ, සසර පුරුද්දට මෙන් එතුමාගේ බිරිඳ වන්නට ම පෙර භවයන්ගේත්, මේ භවයෙත්, මතුවටත් උපදිනු ඇතැයි මට සිතේ.         අමරදේවයන්ගේ හඬ මාධුර්යයෙන් මත්ව සිටින සෑම රසික හදවතක් ම පෙර නොවු විරූ අන්දමක කම්පාවකට…

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Editorial Poems

නීල දෙණිපතක කවි සුළඟ

By RotaractArts 0

සුසුවඳ සුළඟේ - මල් මකරන්දේනීල දෙණිපතේ - සෙවණැලි යායේහීන පුරෝගෙන - සීත මකාගෙනගලනා ගඟුලැල්ලේ අහස් තොටුපළේ - වලා ඔරු තලේහීන දියඹරේ - හරිත තුරුල්ලේසෙනෙහෙ බෙදාගෙන - සිනා මවාගෙනගෙවෙනා දිවිගමනේ උණුසුම් උදයේ - තුරු හසරැල්ලේපිනි කඳුළැල්ලේ - දේදුනු යායේසුසුම දරාගෙන - තුටින් පිරීගෙනකියනා ගී මිහිරේ Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි

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Editorial Poems

Thoughts of the Flawed

By RotaractArts 0

When time comes to say goodbye, We cry to soothe the pain in our hearts, Am I less human because I shed no tears? We make no effort to see the living, Yet we find time to see the dead, Am I allowed to regret the lack of memories? The pain, the hurt, the emotional scars carved over decades, We forget them in a second, Am I foolish to repent over the mistakes of childhood? When Death visits and wraps his ghostly claws around my neck, Am I allowed to tell him no? Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra

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Editorial Poems

The Fool & the Priest

By RotaractArts 2

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

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