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I t‟s 5:00 p.m. and we are near the Taj Ho-
tel, in Kattankudy, a small Muslim town on
the east coast of Sri Lanka. The Taj is not
really a hotel, it‟s a restaurant that serves the
best samosas around. Every afternoon they
put out extra tables piled with chicken, beef,
vegetable and egg samosas, and large chillies
stuffed with meat and fish, along with beef and
fish patties, and a variety of other snacks, as
the crowds gather. I discovered it by accident
one day, and have stopped by ever since.
The server recognises me and smiles “how
August/September 2010
The foundation is dug for the kitchen at Kathiroli
A young girl smiles at us in Kokadichcholai
Taj Restaurant
The Ferry Sivayogam Girls Home
Kathiroli Boy’s Home
Shakthi Girl’s home
Katherivali Girls Home
Hotel Riviera
The distance between the Hotel Riviera and Sivayogam Girls Home is only about 20 km, but it takes between 2 - 3 hours to travel.
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many today? Ten? Fifteen?” he asks holding up
his fingers. I order ten, five chicken and five
beef, and we split them amongst ourselves.
There‟s Raju my contact and old friend from
2005, when I first came out here after the Tsu-
nami. He helped us find suppliers, negotiated
the best deals, and organised delivery – some-
times using his own Tuk-Tuk (Three Wheeler).
He‟s been an incredible source of help, assis-
tance and knowledge and carefully guides me
away from any major cultural blunders. There‟s
also Terri, a friend
of my wife‟s
whose innocent
question at a
book club last fall
landed her here
12,500 miles
away from the
comforts of north
Toronto, along
with her daughter
Jade. And there‟s
Karu the new
driver. He‟s
smart, quiet and
has a ready smile.
We head off to the Shakthi Girls home in Ko-
kadichcholai, across the lagoon but are held up
at the dock waiting for the ferry to load. It‟s a
low slung, flat bed, with a
precarious list. The 30 foot
cargo area has moveable
ramps on each end, and
they cram it with two or
three vehicles, 35 bikes,
and about 50 people, along
with the occasional cow or goat. All of this is
powered by a little 25 hp Yamaha that sits in a
small “control cabin” clinging desperately to the
side. It‟s like moving a house with a motor
Deserted beach near Katherivali
The road to Kokadichcholai The control room for the ferry
The Ferry
A young boy at Kathiroli. The white marks on his face are from powder being applied to his forehead as a blessing
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bike. We start off and they flip the ferry
around, to squeeze more late comers onto the
front ramp before
heading for the dock
across the lagoon.
It is the end of the
dry season and the
slight breeze is no
match for the 40+
temperatures, mak-
ing me wish I had
stayed inside with
the others. The
landing is more of a
soft crash and we
set off on badly broken roads, barely wide
enough for the van, through dried up shrimp
beds and rice
paddies to the
Orphanage.
The girls greet
us and help
unload the van
as carton after
carton of exer-
cise books, in-
strument
boxes, text
books, maps,
lined and
unlined paper,
pens, pencils
and art books
start to pile up.
We then get to
my favourite
part; the toys.
The girls form a line starting with the youngest,
and we give out little plastic tea sets, dolls,
small xylophones, and little guitars, but there
are so few young girls. Their sizes can be de-
ceiving. Lack of proper nutrition during their
early childhood have made
them thinner and shorter, and
the 16 year olds are only
inches above the 10 year olds.
We give the older ones
watches, earrings, makeup,
hair clips and bangles; there‟s
a rush for these, and in min-
utes they are all gone.
It‟s dark as we stop at the
Kathiroli Boy‟s home where
they are constructing the new
kitchen. The boys line up in a
large room which serves as their study hall.
A holy man rides his bike.
A young girl from Sivayogam Orphanage smiles for the camera
Cloth for Butterfly Garden Two on a bike
The road to Katherivali.
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There is part of a second storey on the roof; re
-bar sticking out of concrete pillars - one day I
must ask about that. More piles of school sup-
plies are brought in and stacked up. We then
give the older boys watches, and small building
sets, toy cars and musical instruments to the
younger ones. With big, bright smiles they all
come up and shake our hands and thank us as
we walk to the van.
A new boy comes into the crowd and shyly says
something to Pushpalingam, one of the Admin-
istrators, who waves his hand in front of the
boy‟s face dismissively. I ask what the matter
is, and Pushpalingam tells Raju in Tamil that it
is nothing and we should hurry to get the night
ferry as it is late and the ferry service at night
is unreliable.
But I know the look on the boys face. I call
him over and call Raju to translate. The boy
looks down and mumbles that he came late
and missed out on getting a gift, he says there
are 5 other boys who are not there either. I
check the bags in the van. There are no more
watches, and he‟s too old play with small cars.
We have a busy day tomorrow and I promise
him that within the next few days I will get him
and the others watches.
We spend the next day giving out toys and
school supplies to Sivayogam and Hari Boys
home, after which Terri and Jade head home
and I spend the next few days between check-
ing on the construction, buying kitchen items,
bedding, more school supplies, and meetings
with the contractor.
The streets are crowded with shoppers prepar-
ing for Ramadan and I am reminded of my
childhood. Each year at Ramadan, a neighbour
would send over a sumptuous meal of fried
rice, curries and desert. I
remember digging into the
meal with a fever; it is one
of my favourite memories.
I glance at the food items
for the orphanages; rice,
lentils, sprats (tiny dried
fish) and can`t help but
think these kids have
probably not had a really
good meal in a long time.
There is no spare cash in
the orphanages for such
luxuries.
The Buddha on the dashboard
Three on a bike
The road to Kokadichcholai
Ice cream smiles
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I check with the Taj restaurant on the cost of a
meal for all of the orphanages. It will cost
about $150 per orphanage including a soft
drink and ice cream and I check my account
online; I‟m way over my personal budget and
tell myself I should show some restraint.
Maybe next time.
Oh heck! It‟s only money. I tell the driver to
stop at the bank and slide in my well worn
bank card into the ATM before calling the or-
phanage at Kathiroli to tell them that I will
bring over a meal for everyone tonight. Raju
and I arrive late after having to find ice to keep
the ice cream from melting as the kids meekly
file in one by one and sit on the floor while
other kids carefully ladle out a serving of fried
rice, chicken and vegetables. There are not
enough spoons to serve with and there is no
bottle opener, and the staff member who was
supposed to arrange these details sheepishly
looks away as Raju admonishes him. But it is
the way the orphanage is run, with disorder
and apathy.
I find myself chocking back the tears as I
watch them dig into the meal and guzzle their
soft drinks. Their smiles only get brighter with
the ice cream.
The contractor joins us and we discuss the
showers. They are too badly deteriorated to
fix, and Pushpalingam has asked if we can build
a shower room. The contractor tells me it will
cost about $2,100.00 He has the plans ready
and I tell him to go ahead. By now I have de-
clined all four requests for toilets: two of them
Arunachalam
Food for Hari Boys home
Hari Boys home
The boys at Kathiroli
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I felt were able to afford their own, based on
the houses they had, and the other two could
not provide me with titles, proving ownership.
It‟s late at night as we head back across the
ferry, there are no lights at either side, and the
only guide is the flashlight from the deck and
the lights of the van. I‟m exhausted and emo-
tionally spent as I lean against the rails dis-
creetly wiping the tears from my eyes.
It‟s early the next day when I stop by Hari
Boys home. The place is well run and well
managed. It‟s clean and there are extra class-
rooms, and teachers to help with homework.
The man who runs it, Mr. Chandrakumar is
congenial and caring about the boys. I notice
much of the furnishings are donations from the
Kandy Rotary Club. But there‟s more to do:
the roof is all exposed asbestos sheets and
must be replaced, the interior walls of the sec-
ond floor need to be finished as do the main
floor recreation room. We discuss some of the
items he has requested, shoes, clothes, kitchen
items and food. I have enough money to fill
most of the list, and we agree on my providing
dinner for the boys tonight.
The day gets blistering hot as I head out with
Raju to source and price the Hari boys list, and
washing tubs, beds and mattresses for the Or-
phanages in Kokadichcholai. The roads in Kat-
tankudy are all under construction with
stretches of potholes and broken roads sepa-
rated by stretches of half finished, raised sec-
tion covered with an oily surface and lower bro-
ken sections. Motorists have taken this as a
cue to turn either side of the road into which-
ever direction they are heading, and the traffic
Praying before the meal at Kathiroli
Sharing the road
Bedding for Sivayogam
A girl from Shakthi smiles for the camera
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is sheer chaos! Buses, trucks and motorcycles
head in all directions around us and we enter
the fray without slowing.
We head through Batticaloa to the Butterfly
Garden Home. It is a
therapeutic place for chil-
dren to come and work
out the traumatic experi-
ence‟s they have lived
through, like losing both
parents to the Tsunami or
war, or being taken by
the rebels and being
forced to be trained to
kill.
The manager tells me a
bit about the home, and I
ask them if there is any-
thing they need. They
ask for cloth for uniforms for the kids and will
prepare a list and leave it for me.
Dinner at Hari Boys home is a different affair.
The boys are organized, there is room and
utensils for everyone, along with bottle open-
ers. One boys starts chanting a prayer and the
others follow, and soon we are dining. I realize
these kids will have a better chance at an edu-
cation, and at finding jobs, because of the care
and attention Mr.
Chandrakumar puts
into the home. Some-
where between the
Fried Rice and dessert I
realise the kids in the
three orphanages in
Kokadichcholai will not
have the same
chances, and their long
term prospects are
bleak. They don‟t have
Mr. Chandrakumar to
look out for them, and
unless I do something
about it, nothing will
happen.
I start the following morning by noticing the
fresh flowers on the little Buddhist statue that
Mattresses for Shakthi Girls play in a Colombo slum
The walls for the kitchen at Kathiroli
Four on a bike
The showers at Kathiroli
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sits on the dashboard. It must be weighted
because it does not fall, even on the sharpest
turns. I look at Karu and smile, pointing to the
flowers. „It can‟t
hurt and it may help‟
he mumbles in bro-
ken English. When
we stop to pick up
Raju; Meena, Raju‟s
wife, puts in more
fresh flowers on the
statue and says a
small prayer to the
Buddhist statue for
our safe return,
even though she‟s a
Hindu. It is a cus-
tom here to make offerings at each others tem-
ples, especially when travelling.
We spend the days checking on items ordered,
buying more items, checking prices and going
to each of the construction sites. The walls
have started on Kathi-
roli and the foundation
has been dug for the
shower room. When I
go into the boy‟s room
to double check the
beds and mattresses
one of the boys come
rushing up to me with
a bag of candies. He
smiles and bows
slightly and offers me
one and I say no
thanks, and he perks
up and points to the bag and says “Birthday!
Me birthday!” Turns out it was his birthday and
this was his only gift, a bag of candy, and he
wants to share it with me. I wipe my eyes,
force a smile and take one of the candies.
We spend the afternoon heat on the ferry and
A woodcutter loads his bike The walls for the kitchen at Kathiroli
Two women take home the groceries Sleeping area at Kathiroli
A Hindu Temple
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make it to the Taj to pick up the food. Today is
Shakthi‟s day. The kids are quiet during din-
ner but I see an occasional smile.
After dinner there are a few performances by
some of the girls and a
small speech from Mr.
Kamaladash - he‟s one
of the Administrators.
He then asks me to say
a few words. I tell the
kids that there are
many people back home
who want to help them,
and who care about
them and who want to
help make their lives
better. After a few brief
sentences and a few
emotional moments I
thank them and sit down.
I spend most of the next day in the van. One
of the Rotary Clubs has asked me to look at
one of their projects about 200 km away. The
trip takes about 6 hours on good roads and we
arrive shortly after lunch. The Rotarians take
me to a Muslim school with about 480 kids.
They have three toilets, none of which function
properly, and the drinking
water for the kids is from
a well, and is not purified.
The Government refuses
to spend any money on
the school so the local Ro-
tary Club has taken up
the cause. They need
about $12,000 to build
toilets and I assure them
that I will put a proposal
together and present it to
the ISC of the Rotary Club
when I return. The drive
back takes much longer
and I miss dinner that night at Sivayogam Girls
home, but Raju has arranged it and is there on
my behalf.
A family shares a meal on the streets of Colombo School supplies and toys for Shakthi
Girls at Katherivali Girls home A roadside Temple
Three girls help their mothers sell cashews
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I spend the late evening going over the ac-
counts and realize I am officially over budget.
In the first days we drove to Katherivali to the
Girls and Boys home, to find a lot had changed
since my last visit in 2005. The Boy‟s home
had been closed and the kids sent off to live
with extended fami-
lies or spread around
to other homes, but
the Girls home had
found a donor to
build them a large
new building to house
them. They had
asked for a sewing
machine and cloth for
dresses, but I am out
of money. Maybe
when I get back I can
scrape a few dollars
together and have
Raju take it to them.
We spend the day buying and delivering items
to Hari boys home, and picking up a few more
gifts and dealing with more delays. Later I
meet with the contractor and go over the con-
tracts, and sign them and give him a deposit,
but this takes about two hours longer than it
should before I head out to the ferry. All the
kids are at Kathiroli; they have come from the
other homes and are all dressed up and form a
line and start singing as I arrive. One of them
places two garlands of
flowers on me and I
squint really hard to
stop any tears when
one of the girls shouts
“smile Uncle Errol!”
We all laugh and go in
to the main room.
One by one they all
perform different
dances and songs. Mr.
Kamaladash, points to
a girl as she dances
and tells me she was at
Sivayogam when word
came down from the
Government that Sivayogam was going to be
closed. Her mother had left her in the home
and went to the Middle East to work. On hear-
ing news of the closing, the girl panicked and
poisoned herself. It was only through luck, he
The Kitchen at Shakthi is prepared for a new floor School supplies and toys at Kathiroli
New flashlights, toys and supplies at Kathiroli A woman keeps the afternoon sun off her
Karu stands by his van filled with supplies
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says, that they got her to the hospital on time.
As two other girls dance and sing, he tells me
they sing about losing their mothers love, and
how they remember her before she
died. It‟s an emotional night and I bite
my lip a lot. I have a short speech and
then I ask the birthday kid who shared
his candy with me to come up. I have a
new shirt and pants for him, and I tell
them all that I will make sure every one
of them will have a new dress or new
clothes for their birthdays. I am also
finally able to give gifts and toys to all
the kids who missed out.
We get to the ferry late because we are
stopped by an Army patrol who wants to
know what we are doing out at this
time, and my Canadian passport does
not get us off as usual. The driver gives
the sergeant a long explanation of what
we have been doing so far and I keep
hoping the sergeant does not ask me to show
A woman wears a red armband to signal that she is
practicing Gowry Carpu, where she prays and fasts for
one week each year, for her Husband’s wellbeing.
him an NGO visa. A few minutes later we are
off only to meet another patrol at the docks.
They too want to know why we are out so late
and how we plan to get a ferry after hours.
Pushpalingam tells them he‟s friends with the
ferry drivers which seems to satisfy them. A
few phone calls later I hear the familiar roar of
the 25 hp. motor and we are quickly off.
Last day. I drop off the cloth we bought from
Butterfly Garden before heading out to see
Arunachalam with food, clothing and a few
gifts. He‟s an eight year old who is blind in one
eye. In 2008 I paid for an operation to remove
the cataracts in his other eye. When I checked
on him last week, his vision was not good, but
his father refused to allow me to take him to a
Doctor.
The foundation for the shower room at Kathiroli
Fresh concrete floors for the kitchen at Shakthi
School supplies and toys for Sivayogam
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His parents are thankful for the food and
clothes and I ask the father again about a Doc-
tor. He says no, he does not want Arunacha-
lam going, he is worried about Arunachalam
losing all his sight with any further operations.
After I assure him the Doctor‟s visit will be non
-invasive, with no procedures or surgery, he
finally agrees.
The mattresses, bedding and pillows finally ar-
rive at Kathiroli, Shakthi and Sivayogam, but
the mattresses are too big! Fortunately a box
cutter fixes that quickly. The kids are excited
and jump around and lay down on their new
found comfort. For some of the kids, it‟s the
first time they have ever slept on a mattress.
Through your generosity and support we‟re
building a new kitchen, a new shower room and
renovating an existing kitchen. We bought
hundreds of school books, pens, maps, art sup-
plies, pencils, paper, white boards, school uni-
forms, clothes and food. We bought 8 bunk
beds, and 67 mattresses, pillows, pillowcase,
and bedding. In addition we gave out over 200
toys and gifts. A sincere and heartfelt thank
you for the opportunity you have given me to
be able to do this.
Errol Paulicpulle.
The boys at Kathiroli try out their new mattresses. For some of them this is the first time in their lives they have slept on a mattress.