BEYOND RACUOK 04 Chronicle E d i t i o n T h r e e
Hari Bn Ela 22nd January 2023 Rotaract Club of IIT Desi Dhamaka Bollywood Night 0th of February 2023 Rotaract Club of Colombo Fort and Rotaract Club Wellawatte Run For Their Lives 25th of February 2023 Rotaract Club of Colombo Uptown Mission Pawsible 19th of March 2023 Rotaract Club of Colombo West C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle BEYOND RACUOK REVAMP 25th of January 2023 Rotaract Club of Royal Institute of Colombo
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CREATIVE CORNER 07 Chronicle E d i t i o n T h r e e
C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle A Dance with Nature In this world, There is a magical thing Which no one can see It has inside and outside And me? I am a person In the outside Standing alone But, Doesn’t that mean I am strong enough To handle things Al l by myself? Know that chi ld , Blaze burnt the brightest When the conditions are At their worst So make it best! Coz, Life is a shining glaze In the twi l ight When the break hissed and screeched, I stepped into the train looking for a corner seat. As I kept the heavy luggage aside, I felt that al l the sorrows, tensions and burdens went off making way for the sweet memories of Jesmie and me. It has been a long time since I received a vacation. Due to the war, I was prisoned among the gun fires, huge noises and I was fed up with the platoon of soldiers. Although I was busy with a bunch of duties I was always with my loving Jesmie. The most terrible thing was there was not any communication between us for eight months. My journey to the vi l lage wi l l be a great surprise for her and my new-born baby. I bought a bouquet of carnations which is her favourite kind of flowers. And, I bought some l ittle toys for the baby I had never seen before. I was so excited because I did not know whether the baby was a girl or a boy. I had only seen the l ittle baby through my loving Jesmie. After a long journey by train, I hurried my steps to reach the doorstep of my home. Final ly, I was It s a Hasty Farewell With open arms, I embrace the rain, as it drenches me to the bone. I dance around, without a care, with nature as my throne. The chaos around me disappears, as I twirl and spin in glee. The drops of rain, l ike crystal tears, reflect the joy in me. I feel al ive, I feel so free, as the rain pours down l ike a vei l . My worries fade, my heart is awake, as I dance without fai l . So let the rain pour down on me, as I dance my troubles away. For in this moment, I am free, and nothing can ruin my day. CREATIVE CORNER It’s Good To Be Alive By Rtr. Isora Liyanaarachchi By Rtr. Chamathka Devindi
C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle near the main door. My fingers were trembl ing whi le ringing the doorbel l . The heartbeat was also high and audible. After a few seconds, the door was opened by a l ittle girl . She is a chip off the old block. Al l the features including the thin eyes, round nose, smal l mouth, and blonde wavy hair were simi lar to my loving Jesmie. The si lence was broken by the l ittle girl when she said ‘Ma-ma’ . My old mother – in – law came towards me with the walking stick and as soon as she saw me her eyes were fi l led with tears. At the same time, I saw my loving Jesmie’s smi l ing face through the white flower chain tied on the photo frame. Al l wished they could be so. Lying on a comfy sofa Looking out of that glass door The green yard gl ittering with sunshine Licking the edge of a fine ceramic cup Decorated with tiny blossoms and leaves. Golden l ine marking the brim. The locks of hair messing up with the breeze Not them but they occupied the tiny basement. Flooded with sewage water, Smoke coming per month, To get rid of those bugs and cockroaches. They too had dreams! Yet, unattainable. So, they decided to be parasites. But was it their choice? “If we had money, We could have been nice No more l ies Stronger ties”. And won’t be si l ly. To l ick tea and make merry with golden cups Made of heat and sweat. Parasites and Merry Lives Inspired by the Academy Award-winning movie Parasite Storm, wind and the breeze Are al l gentle by themselves, Could you notice that? The breeze, once sighed Twice sighed and she was to sigh Once again, when I asked her this. “Are you so egotistical?” The breeze swept away with si lence, Letting the fresh daffodi ls dance And my whole flesh and blood soothed in her vigour. The wind, sprang, In a bl ink of an eye Withered them, The sweet blossoms down to the ground. The wind, invited his fel low Who bounded and, The entire blossoms vanished Like they were stricken by a peri lous thunderbolt. Cal l her! She appeared, “You are gentler, my lass!” “Identity is not egotism!” Kissing my hands, she fol lowed me. CREATIVE CORNER To the Breeze By Rtr. Wickshi Kalani By Pavani Premarathne By Rtr. Nuzha Farook
C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle TODAY, a mouse is not something that eats cheese, but it is something to cl ick on, keys don’t only open doors but it type words, Bugs don’t fly around but cause trouble in your digital device and so on goes the l ist where technology overtook our vocabulary. Technology not only brought a change into sectors l ike communication, healthcare, education but also employment too immersed into it. Technology is a forever advancing element which has been deepening its journey, creating new jobs and opportunities along its way. Machines, digital tools appl ications and systems have increased worker productivity over the past few decades in every industry. It enhances human labour by boosting employer productivity and fostering the interaction between service providers and their cl ients. And further exceeding expectations, technology has created new jobs and income possibi l ities. A few decades back, if people came across words l ike Data Scientist, Software Developer, Information Security Analyst, Computer Systems Analyst and so on it would have been phrases with no sense but today they carry much significance and high requirement to operate the business world. With the emergence of the internet, World Wide Web, advanced digital devices and social media these employment roles popped up expanding the scope for new jobs, which are intermediates between technology and the organization process. Then came the game changer into the play; ‘Social Media’ taking employment into a different dimension. Content and information are the most valuable wealth in today’s context and with Social Media people are being given the opportunity to market content and earn an income. Websites, Blogs, YouTube channels are platforms of income possibi l ities enabl ing individuals to become entrepreneurs; more specifical ly addressed as ‘Social media entrepreneurs’ which is defined as individuals who use the power of platforms l ike Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok to create or promote digital content. You can never predict the l imit or destination of technology and hence it continues to create novel jobs and opportunities for enthusiasts who seek technology as a key to unleash potentials. As time passes by we are definitely going to come across many more innovative roles and opportunities in the corporate world, which wi l l be unleashed with the advancement of technology. CREATIVE CORNER Technology; An Opportunity? By Rtr. Rahma Zuhri
C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle "I want this." She pointed out a smal l statue that stood among toys in the wal l cupboard. "No, it wi l l be easi ly breakable." "So, just watch it." "But I want that smal l dog." She cried without tears. "Listen! It is made of glass. I can surely bet that you wi l l break it if you take it out. It is not a toy; it is a statue gifted to your mom by her parents. You have these dol ls, cars, and everything. Shut up and play with them." The big eyes traveled from the glass statue to my face. It seemed that she obeyed my words. She rested her head on my breast. Her cute dol l with golden hair was sleeping on her hands. "Don’t shout now." "She is sleeping." She whispered to me, keeping her chubby finger on her rosy l ips. I just nodded to accept her request. It was raining! The covered calmness shattered with the loudness of rain, and I woke up. "Where was that l ittle girl?" I was confused. A few abnormal minutes were spent to real ize that it was a dream, cuddl ing my chi ldhood by the young me. The curtains in my room started to dance softly, letting the coldness admire my sleeping mood. Suddenly, my smartphone rang. I jumped from the bed to my table. A cal l from Dad. "Good morning, Putha, Happy Birthday!" "Thank you, Thaththa." CREATIVE CORNER The Gift By Hansini Dambadeniya
C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle I peered upon the window at a world eerie amidst the chaos. Like a scene in a dystopian age of a fictional world. And I grew envious of my own faint reflection in the glass staring back at me, in the outside looking in. Time to breathe, time to think, time to reflect. Waiting for the si lence to cease; Trapped in the peace of a si lent war. Trapped CREATIVE CORNER அகி லத்தி ல் எனை அறி முகப்படுத்தி அடை யா ளம் தந்தவளே ! அன்பி ன் இலக்கணமா ய் ஆலோ சனை யி ன் இருப்பி டமா ய் தி கழும் என் அன்னை யே ! உன் உதி ரத்தை உருக்கி பா லா ய் அளி த்தவளே ! நி லவை க் கா ட்டி நீ தந்த சோ றும் கண் வி ளி த்து சொ ன்ன கதை களும் நீ பா டிய தா லா ட்டும் என்னா ல் மறக்க முடியுமா ? என் அன்னை யே ! என் நலனுக்கா க நீ உண்ண மறந்தா ய் உறங்க மறந்தா ய் உடல்நலம் மறந்தா ய் அறி வி ல் சி றந்தி ட அறி வுரை கள் தந்தா ய் உனக்கு பதி லா ய் நா ன் என்ன தருவே ன்? அடுத்த ஐன்மம் இருந்தா ல் உன் கா லடிக்கு - நா ன் செ ருப்பா க பி றக்க வே ண்டும் என்னை கருவி ல் சுமந்த உன்னை ஒரு முறை யா வது சுமப்பதற்கு! என் அன்னை யே ! By Rtr. Kasuni Ishara By Rtr. Sivarasa Anusan
C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle අවුරු දු දහයක් පුරා මා හො ඳින් හඳුනන යෙ හෙ ළියගේ නිවසට මා යන්නේ අවුරු දු පහකට පමණ පසුවය. එකම පා සලක ඉගෙ නුම ලැ බූ අප දෙ දෙ නා ගතින් දුරස් වන්නේ විශ්වවිද්යා ල දෙ ක නිසා ය. කප්පරක් වැ ඩ මධ්යයේ වුවද අප දෙ දෙ නා කතා කිරීමටත් දුක සැ ප සො යා බැ ලීමටත් වෙ ලා වක් වෙ න් කරගෙ න තිබුණි. එනමුත්, විශ්වවිද්යා ලයීය අධ්යයන කටයුතු කෙ මෙ න් කෙ මෙ න් අධික වෙ ද්දි අපගේ කතා බහත් නිරා යා සයෙ න් නැ වතුණි. සිතා මතා නො වුවත් අධික කා ර්යබහුලත්වය හේ තුකො ටගෙ න මටත් මගේ යෙ හෙ ළියටත් අප මඟ හැ රු ණි. වෙ හෙ සකර සිව් අවුරු දු අවසා නයේ නිවසට පැ මිණි මම ජං ගම දුරකථනය ගෙ න මගේ යෙ හෙ ළියට දුරකථන ඇමතුමක් ගත්තෙ මි. "අනේ සඳා , කො හො මද ඔයා ට?" දුක සැ ප විමසමින් ඇරඹි කතා ව පා සල් දිවියේ මතක ගො න්න හරහා දුවවිත්, වෙ හෙ සකර විශ්වවිද්යා ලයීය දිවියට එබී දන්නා හඳුනන පුද්ගලයන්ගේ ඕපදූප එක්කහු කර මහ හඬක් දුන් සිනා වක පැ ටලී නැ වතුණි. ඇය හෙ දියක වීමටත් මා පරිවර්තිකා වක් වීමටත් අඩිතා ලම දමා තිබූ නිසා විෂය පථ ද්වයක රසවත් වූත් රළු වූත් කතා නිතර දෙ වේ ලේ අප අතර ඇති වුණි. මේ දුරකථන ඇමතුම් අවසා නයේ මම ඇයගේ නිවසට එන පො රො න්දුව ලබා දී ඇමතුම විසන්ධි කළේ මගේ ජං ගම දුරකථනය ක්රියා විරහිත වීමට ආසන්නව තිබූ බැ විනි. "සඳා මට ඔයා ට පො ඩි දෙ යක් කියන්න තියෙ නවා ..." ඇගේ නිවස පෙ ර පරිදිම තිබූ අතර ඇගේ ආගන්තුක සත්කා රද පෙ ර පරිදිම උණුසුම් සහ ආදරණීය විය. එනමුත්, ඇගේ දෑ ස් සහ මුහුණ මා පෙ ර නො දැ ක තිබූ පරිද්දෙ න් කා න්තිමත් විය. දීර්ඝ කා ලයකට පසුව හමු වූ ගැ හැ නු යා ළුවන් දෙ දෙ නෙ ක් කතා කරන සියලු ඕපදූපයන් කතා කරගැ නීමෙ න් අනතුරු ව ඇය නො වහලා හෙ ළි කර රහස මගේ හුස්ම හිරකිරීමට තරම් සමත් විය. විසල් වූ මගේ දෑ සින් කඳුළු ගලන්නට ආසන්නව තිබියදී මා ඇයව වැ ළඳගනිමින් ඇයට සුබ පැ තුවෙ මි. ඇයද මහත් සො ම්නසින් මා වැ ළඳගෙ න සිනහසුණා ය. මීට දෙ වසරකට පෙ ර මා පෙ ම් කළ ඔහු අද මගේ යෙ හෙ ළියගේ අතිනත ගන්නා දිනය ළඟා වී ඇත. එදා මගේ යෙ හෙ ළිය හෙ ළි කළ රහස මගේ හුස්ම හිර කරවීමට සමත් වූ බැ ව් සැ බෑ වක් වුවද, මා ඔහුට රහසින් පෙ ම් කළ බැ ව් ඇයට පැ වසූවා නම් ඇය මගේ නො කී පෙ මට උපකා ර කරන බැ ව් මට නිසැ කය. එනමුත්, මට ඇය වේ දනා වට පත් කිරීමට නො හැ ක. මගේ නො කී පෙ ම මා සමඟ නිදන්ගත වීම සුදසු බව මගේ හැ ඟීමය. ඇයගේ මං ගලෝ ත්සවයට මා ගියේ ඩේ සි පො කුරක් රැ ගෙ නය. මා දැ කීමටත් අකමැ ති මලක් වන ඩේ සි මල් පො කුරක් තෑ ගි ලෙ ස ගෙ නගියේ ඇයත් ඔහුත් දෙ දෙ නා ම ඩේ සිවලට ආදරය කරන නිසා ය. CREATIVE CORNER ඩේ සි By Rtr. Sandupama Edirisinghe
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TEAM CHRONICLE Senior Editor Rtr. Rahma Zuhri Co-Editor Rtr. Nuzha Farook Co-Editor Rtr. Dinithi Fernando Designer Rtr. Dulith Silva WRITERS Rtr. Rahma Zuhri Rtr. Nuzha Farook Rtr. Adithya Perera Rtr. Sandupama Edirisinghe Rtr. Akshana Wickramasinghe Rtr. Dinithi Fernando Rtr. Thedini Herath Rtr. Minduli Perera DESIGNER C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle Rtr. Azeeza Sheriffdeen Rtr. Roshan Rathnayake Rtr. Devja Nethlak Rtr. Lakni Perera Rtr. Maryam Mahas Rtr. Subodha Rajakaruna
Rtr. Bhagya Kulathilake Rtr. Ishini Kumarasinghe Rtr. Sandupama Edirisinghe Rtr. Rahma Zuhri Rtr. Senara Sudasignhe Rtr. Anusan Sivarasa Rtr. Brinthika Vilvarasah Rtr. Chrish Shalini Rtr. Kandakumar Gangadaran Rtr. Rahma Zuhri C E d i t i o n T h r e e hronicle TRANSLATORS - SINHALA TRANSLATORS - TAMIL Rtr. Nuzha Farook Rtr. Dhanushan Kumaravelu Rtr. Ishara Gunarathna
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