Sri Lanka: The country without citizens.

Edited version originally published on Groundviews.


For someone who is not in the least interested in politics – and is more often than not bored by it – my reaction to the 2010 Presidential Elections was surprising, even to me. Strangely enough though, I found that a lot of people felt much the same way. We were repulsed by constant news of violence; inescapable hoardings with their proclamations that our politicians loved us; posters that made the city walls disappear beneath them; partisan media stuffing propaganda down our unwilling throats; the promises of candidates that we knew to be false.

Yet, despite all this, we cared – albeit, rather reluctantly and in spite of ourselves. We still wanted to be in the know; we still tried to separate fact from the politicians’ fiction. We still agonized over who to support, fought with our friends and colleagues about that choice, and later felt guilty that we might be making the wrong one.

I for one became obsessed with these dilemmas, and, as a first-time voter felt totally out of depth in the process. On the night of the 26th as the results started trickling and then pouring in I sat glued to my television set, snowy with bad reception, and wrote them feverishly down in my journal, as if my pen might help me make sense of the outcome. It didn’t – and at about 3.30 am my writing had become so unintelligible that I had to give up and get a few hours rest.

It was at least a small comfort that I wasn’t alone in my peculiar fixation with the elections. Being a heavy Facebook and Twitter user, I realized that many people I knew – no matter their age – felt similarly repelled and attracted towards this pivotal election. Some posted the entire election results on their blogs, others constantly updated their statuses with election-related news; some spent their time reading and sharing relevant material and others – like me – couldn’t stop writing about it in any and all fora.

This article, I guess, is proof that this process is continuing.

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I’ve heard it said by a prominent artist that there is no such thing as a citizen of Sri Lanka. That, we are a country without citizens.

The statement stuck with me, purely because I had no idea what he meant. But watching the unravelling chaos the election brought with it in the past weeks, I’ve been able to form my own interpretation (although I can’t be sure that this is how he intended his statement to be read).

Sri Lanka is a country of many publics – too fragmented or just too different to form one cohesive whole. This election enlightened me to this in a way nothing else ever has.

During the campaign period, thousands gathered at rallies to support their chosen side. Smaller numbers gathered to talk about the more unpleasant things: rights violations, abuse of public resources, corruption and so on. On the internet, bloggers, writers and activists wrote, discussed and argued their opinions. Many prominent media institutions made no attempt to disguise their partisan politics. Politicians made their rounds, spouting their promises of Utopia at appreciating crowds. In some parts of the country, communities drank in the promises, blinded by faith. In other parts of the country, communities passively disengaged with politics, closing up shop and refusing to vote – either out of intimidation or plain disinterest. And then there were those like me, struggling to make sense of it all.

These groups – and there are many, many more and impossible to list – rarely come together for any common cause. Sometimes it seems to me that we are a people that need little or no excuse to divide ourselves further – whether it is on grounds of religion, ethnicity, politics, ideology, gender or even lifestyle. We appear deeply suspicious of what we don’t understand or agree with and this breeds a vicious cycle: we avoid communication and are therefore unwilling to drop our differences band together for a greater good. Every society has its sub-cultures, its inner-posses and cliques but if there is no overall sense of belonging, how can there be a viable citizenry?

The presidential election in Iran caused hoards to come out in protest for days on end, risking their lives to make sure their vote counted. There will be immediate rebuttals to this statement, I know, telling me “Sri Lanka is no Iran” – but I’m not sure that’s something to be so triumphant about. If Iran was divided by politics, at least one side had the strength and conviction to protest against unfairness and injustice – and they weren’t a small community of activists; they were everyday people who came together and captured not only their government’s attention, but also the world’s. During election time in Sri Lanka, we were largely split into two political camps – but there are so many contradictory, opposing groups within those camps that we appear doomed to be estranged forever.

Even in the aftermath of this turbulent election, where accusations and allegations continue to be hurled every which way, where there is a call for a re-count or an annulment – we the public sit in the crossfire, bullets flying overhead, wondering what on earth is going on. Many believe the election was won unfairly but remain staunchly reluctant to do anything about it.

I too can feel this strange detachment in myself. The election which had me hooked like a bad drug, took a lot out of me: when I cast my vote, I felt oddly powerful, like I was playing a vital part in the making of this hugely important decision. I also briefly felt like I was a part of something much larger than myself or my politics – a small but important cog in a massive national machine. As the election result came in and the barrage of allegations with it, that feeling was stripped away. And now that it is over, I feel tired, oversaturated and repulsed. I want to switch off the TV, throw out the newspapers, shut down my computer and just not bother about it for a while.

There is no national machine – or if there is, it’s broken. How can it work when its people won’t drive it forward?

So this is what it feels like to be in a country where there are no citizens: one feels powerless, alienated, and restricted.


It’s easy to blame politicians for everything. “This country is going to the dogs” I’ve heard many a person mutter over the morning newspapers. But politicians have always played a dirty game. This is not news. The problem lies with us and our inability to listen and discuss opposing view-points rationally, to stretch our understanding, to tolerate and accommodate difference. Admitting we have a problem may be half the battle won, but it is also the toughest part. There will be those who will bluster to the contrary, unable to see beyond their political beliefs or beyond this election – which, however important, is still just one of many to come. They will simply prove my point.

But here’s where I think we stand, right now:

Whichever side we support (reluctantly or otherwise), we all have one thing in common: the cards have been dealt, and now we have to play. Some got the cards they wanted, some did not, but the game goes on regardless.

If it’s too early for us as a faltering, foetal citizenry to play politics, let us at least play for what we all must essentially want from any side and any government: peace, democracy and our rights. We have voted in a government who has promised us all these things – they must not be allowed to let us down. Let us not overlook or in any way excuse blatant violations simply because we want to believe the winning side is perfect: all governments make mistakes and are guilty of corruption – it is up to the electorate to hold them accountable, remind them of their promises and make them deliver. As a united entity, as a citizenry, we could be an unstoppable force – one our government will have no choice but to answer to. It is only because we are not that our government rules us and not the other way around. In short, despite all our complaining, it is we who have allowed our government to become what it is today.

An activist said to me recently that in a democracy, the citizen is supreme. The statement took my breath away because it was so simple; so true – but so easily forgotten. Still, it helps to be reminded sometimes, and once we remind ourselves, we can work on reminding those in power, who seem not to know it at all.

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The real truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content. Because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it. - Ally McBeal

9 thoughts on “Sri Lanka: The country without citizens.”

  1. the problem with coffee spoons, my dear, is that when you measure out your life with them you will find that a few grains go missing down the toilet of nevermore and then there’s nothing for it but sunscreen and a hard hat with corks on strings to bat away the flies that settle on the foetid fecundity you excrete for profundity

  2. Dee – Thanks!

    Citizen – I’d like to hope so :P

    Chalaka – How charming of you. First things first, I am not your ‘dear’. Secondly – and more importantly – I don’t think you’ve really understood much of what you just said. Didn’t make any sense to me. Look up the big words, sort out the confused metaphors and then get back to me with something resembling English! Till then I will simply assume you disagree with me – in which case, you’re free to your own opinion. Cheers.

  3. ah, but when dear is an expression of adoration that stems from my utmost adulation you must not swat away my peroration on the basis of your irritation!

    if there is a lack of clarity in my fleeting audacity, is it my inanity or a flaw in your perspicacity?

  4. LOL!!!! I usually don’t approve inane comments but this one was so funny I had to let it through. Enjoy your Thesaurus Chalaka, your misguided use of it gave me a good laugh!

  5. Hey Gyp, well said – and agree with you whole heartedly. Admittance is half the battle won. Contrary to what everyone seems to believe this is not the time of celebration – it is merely a time of hope for Sri Lanka. I hope we ride the momentum and make things better; but everywhere I look I see sheep – blindly following each other with no aspiration or vision…


    But I would like to dream of a better tomorrow.

  6. It’s sad but true. IMO, The class of politician we have today is also to blame for the situation we find ourselves in. Apart from a handful, the others are uneducated thugs who are in politics to make money, not to serve the country. They obviously think that since they have been elected, they can do as they please (take a bow Mervyn…. he wasn’t even elected). They don’t let anyone question or object to the decisions that they make. If someone does, he disappears or is taken care of. As a result, people are scared (or don’t care enough, depends how you look at it really) to come out and protest. From what I’ve read, opposition protesters were attacked by the Police as well as thugs during the protests last week. Even the Police force in our country is not independent!!

    Also for democracy to work, we need an independent media which has the freedom to write/telecast/report on what is going on in the country. Without a free media a lot of people, specially in rural areas, will not know what is happening. All they see is the cost of living going through the roof. Unfortunately in SL we do not have any media freedom. The situation is likely to get worse with the president taking over the Media portfolio.

    Cricket was the only occasion when all sri lankans came together as one but I’m not sure how long that is going to last. Specially with Sanath making an appearance at a political rally.

    I have rambled on long enough………

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