The appearance of a disease is swift as an
arrow; its disappearance slow, like a thread. - Chinese Proverb
Leave no room for dengue!
I tell you once again that the greatest wealth is health? We all know
how uncomfortable we feel when we fall sick. When a family member is
sick, all at home are sad and restless. These days the main sickness the
entire country is worried about is dengue fever. You all know that quite
a number of valuable citizens fell prey to this deadly fever.
Better be aware of the gravity of dengue fever. The Ministry of
Health has declared a month period from June 25 to July 25 as Dengue
Prevention Month. We all have a role to play to control the spread of
Dengue fever is spread by the bite of infected mosquitoes and the
best way to prevent it is to destroy dengue mosquito breeding places and
use mosquito nets. I am sure you all are helping your parents to clean
your home surroundings. Your school teachers too must have advised you
to help destroy mosquito breeding places.
Be vigilant and keep an eye out for places where water collects
specially after rainy days. Coconut shells, discarded tins and even
flower vases which contain water and old tyres provide a haven for
dengue mosquitoes. Always go through newspaper reports and listen to
news bulletins related to dengue, so that you can keep yourself updated
and be aware of the latest preventive measures.
We have to look after ourselves and our loved ones. There is no
substitute to good health!
Bye for now,
A lesson in love
"Prrreep" Sandun stopped tugging at the string of his kite and
listened. However hard he tried the kite simply refused to fly. He was
about to give up when he heard the sound.
"Prrreep." Sandun kept the kite on the grass and walked towards the
green hedge between their garden and the garden next door. He parted the
bushes to see who was making the sound. At first he could not see
anything except a lot of green leaves and green twigs.
Then he saw a red beak. He realized he was looking at a baby parrot.
"Prrreeep," said the parrot again.
happy on the guava tree
"What is wrong?" Sandun asked in a gentle voice. He bent down and
took the parrot into his hands. He stroked the soft green feathers.
"Don't worry" said Sandun. "I will look after you. You will be safe
and happy with me."
Sandun took the parrot into his bedroom and placed the parrot in a
drawer inside his clothes cupboard. He kept the drawer slightly open so
that the parrot would have enough air inside his new home.
"You have a beautiful red beak" Sandun talked to the parrot. "I will
call you Rathu. "
He brought his favourite tin of biscuits and gave one to Rathu. But
to his dismay Rathu was not interested in the biscuit. "These biscuits
are really tasty. Try one and you will want more." Sandun tried to
explain to Rathu. When Rathu still refused to eat a biscuit Sandun went
in search of his brother, Kishan.
"I found a parrot in the garden. I gave him a biscuit but he doesn't
"A parrot?" asked Kishan. "He must have fallen from his nest. Parrots
like fruits. Give him a banana."
"But I like apples. I will give him an apple" said Sandun and took a
piece of apple to give Rathu. Rathu took no notice of the apple.
"Are you feeling bored?" asked Sandun. "Let us play with my toy
Sandun kept Rathu on the desk. He placed the toy train on the railway
track and switched it on. "Hooooo" the train blew its whistle.
"Prrreeep" cried Rathu in a loud voice and flew towards the ceiling. He
fluttered his wings and landed on the light bulb.
"What is that noise?" asked mother walking into Sandun's room.
" Rathu got scared when I switched on the train" Sandun explained to
mother and told her how he had found Rathu in the garden. Mother
suggested Sandun should return Rathu back to the garden.
"Please let me keep him, mother," pleaded Sandun. "I gave Rathu an
apple and my favourite biscuits too. I asked him to play with my train.
I am sure he is happy here with me."
" Rathu is a parrot," said mother. " Rathu does not like the things a
little boy likes. He likes to be out in the garden. He likes to fly and
find his own fruits to eat."
"But I love Rathu " Sandun protested. "I will miss him if I take him
back to the garden."
"If you love him, the best way to show him that you love him, is to
set him free," said mother.
Sandun took Rathu back into the garden and kept him on the branch of
the guava tree.
Rathu jumped to a higher branch and started to peck at a ripe guava.
"Prrreeep" he said looking down at Sandun.
"Are you saying thank you?" Sandun asked Rathu. "Prrreep, prreeep"
"Throw me a piece of guava too, Rathu. "
Rathu dropped a piece into Sandun's hands.
"Prreep" said Sandun. "I am happy I did the right thing by setting
He picked up his kite again. This time the kite seemed happy to fly.
Rathu started to sing from the guava tree. "You sound happy," said
Sandun and realized he felt happy too.
1. My name is Nirmal Perera
2. I go to St.Sebastian's College, Moratuwa
3. I am eight years old
4. I like to eat cake
5. I like to drink milk
6. My favourite colour is red
7. My favourite subject is religion
8. My best friend is Saveen
9. I don't have sisters and brothers
10. I like to be a doctor
11. I love myself very much
I P Nirmal Perera
An adventure I had
It was the month of December. My sister was getting married soon
after Christmas.Everyone was busy preparing for the great day.
There was some last minute shopping to be done.We had to go to
Colombo.So my younger sister and I set off.We were not very familiar
with the city but there was no one else to do this for us. We managed to
do most of our shopping.We had to find a small shop where we had to buy
some trinkets.We could not remember the exact spot.Time was running
We had to go back home by 3o'clock train. So my sister and I decided
to go along two different streets.Very soon, I was in a very unfamiliar
place. I just did not know where to turn.There was no trace of the shop
and I did not know where I was. I was confused and afraid.I was so upset
that when someone tapped on my shoulder.I screamed.It was none other
than my sister.She had found the shop and bought the trinkets.She had
been looking for me.
At last we rushed to the train.We just got into it and before we sat
down the train puffed out of the station.
Aysha Sheenas Aswer
Mr.Holland's Opus (1995) will be screened on July 7 at 3.30pm at the
American Centre, No 44, Galle Road, Colombo 3. (Running Time: 143
minutes). Glenn Holland is a man with a deep love of music and a desire
to write at least one piece of lasting significance. However, playing
piano in cocktail lounges while he works on his own compositions does
not pay the bills, so in 1965 he reluctantly accepts a job as a high
school music teacher. Over the next 30 years, Holland is able to teach a
great deal about both music and life to thousands of kids who pass
through the various classes he leads and school bands he directs;
however, he finds it easier to reach his students than his son Cole.
Please contact the American Centre at email@example.com or at (011)
2498100 with any inquiries.
Poson Bhakthi Gee by Visakha Nursery kids
Visakha Nursery School held their annual Poson programme at the
Visakha Vidyalaya Jeramias Dias hall recently. While children in the age
group of two and a half to six years took part in this event, there were
about 300 children from different religions who showed their talents on
stage. The Bhakthi Gee programme was organized under the guidance of
Principal of the school, Chryshanthi Lewke. The special feature was that
every single child participated in the event. There was also an item by
the teachers and staff of the nursery as well. This year the nursery
invited Visharada Sanath Nandasiri and wife Malkanthi Nandasiri along
with Visharada Jagath Wickramasinghe accompanied the children in singing
Bhakthi Gee. The Board of Directors, well wishers, parents and teachers
of the school graced the occasion.
Poson Bhakthi Gee by CSI students
The Buddhist Society of the Colombo South International (CSI) College,
Dehiwala presented a largely attended, diverse programme of Bhakthi Gee
on account of Poson Poya recently at College premises. Here the
participants singing Bhakthi Gee at the performance. Picture by Kavinda