
The rebuilt Jaffna Library at sunset. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
Beauty buds from mire
And I, a singer in season, observe
Death is a name for beauty not in use
(Irving Layton)
What and how do you write about Jaffna? I had mused the whole day wanting to share some photos but unsure if I could find the right words. This was my fourth visit to Jaffna. The excitement this time around was no less than during my first when I was an impressionable child. So, somethings never change –the flight to Jaffna still took off from the Ratmalana airport, and I still had my face pressed to the window watching the azure blue sea, the changing coastline, recognizing Puttalam and Mannar but trying to guess what the huge lakes and islands were.
Jaffna then was markedly different from any Southern town I knew. It was neither barren nor brown as I imagined. My memories are of the upright Palmyra tress, large colonial houses, the Fort, the ladies in brightly coloured sarees, the Palmyra thatched fences . … the ladies are there still beautifully adorned

Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
When I asked children finishing a football match whether I could photograph them, they were amused at first but then eagerly clubbed togther.

Young football players opposite Jaffna Central College. Photograph©Chulie de Silva

Jaffna Central College. Photograph©Chulie de Silva

Corridor linking the cottages. Photograph©Chulie de Silva
We stumbled upon the Dutch built Maternity hospital quite by accident. The long corridors of this maternity wing are sadly in need of repairs.

The hospital shaded by a canopy of trees. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
But the splendor of a bygone era is still very visible.

Roger's Cottage. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
The city is slowly but surely limping back to life. In a way it is strangley quiet, no mad traffic and it is almost like stepping back to what life was in the fifties.

Tractor loaded with coconut husks. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
There are only a few cars and those are also like the old Cambridge and Austin cars. A few new high speed bikes are there but the majority still use push cycles. It is not uncommon to see a mother in a saree one kid in front, one at the back or a couple on a bike like the old song “Bicycle made for two.
Despite the strains and crises that people would have lived through the past three decades or so the indomitable spirit of the Jaffna people lives on. ….
The rebuilt Jaffna library attracts many young visitors. These children are from a Children’s Home for orphaned and destitute children and they were being introduced to the library by their English teacher Anthony Quinn. Apparently his father was a great fan of Quinn. The youngest Kanuga at 2 years seemed a tad overwhelmed and kept close to mum Jathna 22 yrs old.

Jathna and Kanuga at the Public library. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva Visitors to the Public Libray Photograph ©Chulie de Silva

Introduction to to books and reading. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
Quinn, too had injuries sustained when his house came under shelling but hobbled along cheerfully.

Anthony Quinn. Photograph©Chulie de Silva
And as we heard from many keeping Jaffna as a centre of excellence in learning remains very much a priority.

Megala, A Higher National Diploma IT student at the Advanced Technology Institute. Photograph ©Chulie de Silva
The staff and students of the University of Jaffna and the Advanced Technology Institute were eager for progress, for knowledge, with an unabridged keenness to be involved with the development of the wider society.
For a comprehensive information on Jaffna do read D.B.S. Jeyaraj’s column Jaffna, My Jaffna.
Those who read Love Marriage read also Review of V.V.Ganeshananthan’s LOVE MARRIAGE on Meena Kandasamy’s blog.
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I am so glad you have shared your terrific photos and text on your trip to Jaffna. It is a city I was so sorry I didn’t get to see and no one could capture it better than you, Chulie. I’m so grateful to you for letting me tag along vicariously.
By: Delores Boyer on September 4, 2009
at 11:20 pm
Excellent piece of work. Beautiful set of pictures. My only visit to Jaffna was in 1976. I have been longing to go there again. Reading this has made my urge more intense. Keep up the good work.
By: Dr. Lakshman Abeyagunawardene on September 5, 2009
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you have conveyed great depth with a few photos and few lines of insightful thought
” like stepping back to what life was in the fifties”
true. North/Jaffna was cut off from the developments in the rest of Sri Lanka.
but what is important is that your photos are a moment in time – before the tides of change hit Jaffna and transforms it. the tides are building up now and Jaffna will change drastically in a few quick years.
love the library in sunset picture
if have any more pix put em up – what about the roads with old cars on em
dilshani
By: dilshani on September 5, 2009
at 3:50 am
Photos are so touching. You are lucky to have felt Jafna.
By: Chammi on September 5, 2009
at 4:14 am
Enjoyed touring the war-free Jaffna with you. Hope they will come back to normal life without much difficulty. The photos are classy and I hope you will keep us posted with your next visit to Jaffna soon..
By: kanthi on September 5, 2009
at 11:55 am
Thank you all for your comments and glad you enjoyed the tour. I have more stories from this visit so watch this space.
By: chuls on September 5, 2009
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Chulie
Terrific. I liked the Hikkaduwa impressions of Sri Lanka’s ‘Magnetic North’. I intend to share this link with friends. I also see that you had traveled past my old house
Keep up the good work.
By: Jaffna on September 5, 2009
at 3:46 pm
This is AMAZING Chulie. This post will keep the memories of my first visit to Jaffna alive. Do post more…..The picture of the Library is awesome.
By: Dilinika on September 6, 2009
at 7:20 am
Top drawer stuff – let’s hope the re-construction phase will be completed soon and the people of Jaffna resume a normal, peaceful life.
By: Ranjit Rupesinghe on September 6, 2009
at 11:18 pm
these are really fantastic pictures. even as just a picture essay without the words it made me want to visit jaffna so badly- with the words – it made me want to go even more so (if you can imagine that) well done!
By: yakayaka on September 7, 2009
at 2:49 am
really nice captures with deep meanings
I learn photojournalism in your blog.
By: Thushara Dharmawickrama on September 7, 2009
at 6:24 am
Another sensitive and beautiful job, Chulie, thank you for this work. Lovely architecture coupled with remarkable open smiles, it gives me hope for the future of this place and its people.
By: Jan on September 8, 2009
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I like the photograph of the rusty old bed, a reflection of the destruction of war and a message of the challenges ahead. The near silhouette shot of the Jaffna library is awesome. I have seen this building been rebuilt and visited the site many times when I was Project Engineer of LJRP, supervising the construction of the new courts complex just across this building. Great job Chulie!
By: Samantha on September 10, 2009
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As promised, here is ‘Nallur’ by Jean Arasanayagam. A sensitive but also forceful piece of work. It is uplifting know that the situation has changed much and there is hope and encouragement in the air. Hope you have some pics of the temple. Would like to see it. Also, all the best to ‘Chuls Bits & Pics’!
Love as always,
Eranga
Nallur – by Jean Arasanayagam
It’s there
beneath the fallen fronds, dry crackling
piles of broken twigs abandoned wells of brackish
water lonely dunes
it’s there
the shadows of long bodies shrunk in death
the leeching sun has drunk their blood and
bloated swells the piling clouds.
It’s there
death
smell it in the air
its odour rank with sun and thickening blood
mingling with fragrance from the frothy toddy
pots mingling like lolling heads from
blackened gibbets
it’s there
amid the clangour of
the temple bells, the clapping hands, the
brassy clash of cymbals
the zing of bullets
cries of death
drowned in the roar
of voices calling Skanda
by his thousand names
Murugan, Kartikkeya
Arumugam ………….
‘We pray, we cry, we clamour
oh Sri Kumaran, be not like the god
who does not hear, deaf Sandesvaran.’
Thirtham now no longer nectar of the gods
brims over but is bitter, bitter,
and at the entrance to Nallur
the silent guns are trained
upon a faceless terror
Outside
the landscape changes
the temples by the shore are smoking
ruins charred stone blackened,
on empty roads are strewn
the debris of warfare,
stained discarded dressings
a trail of blood
soon mopped up by the thirsty sun
Turned away from bloody skirmishes
of humankind the gods are blinded
by the rain of bullets
six faced Arumugam, all twelve eyes
close in darkness
The land is empty now
the pitted limestone
invaded by the sea
drowns, vanishes,
waves of rust swell and billow
beating into hollow caves and burial urns
filled with the ash of bodies
cremated by the fire of bullets.
By: Eranga on October 23, 2009
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