Review by Isija Thilakarathne (Web Content Team) “I climbed o’er the crags of Lanka And gazed on her golden sea, And out from her ancient places Her soul came forth to me. “Give Me, a Bard,” said Lanka, “My Bard of the things to-be” It’s a crisp autumn morning on the 13th of September, and Channa Daswatte, architect extraordinary and scholar, gazes dreamily at the gathering. His tone is professional, yet informal- a strange, intoxicating combination. Accurate pauses within sentences, minutely calculated so that every single word would drive home with sheer force and conviction. This is an extract from a poem, The Call of Lanka, penned by the prodigious Reverend Walter Senior, glimpsing back into the serenity of Sri Lanka. From a close up, the infrastructural artist looks refined and prudent, perhaps even more than when he had once born the colossal title of Trinity College’s Senior prefect back in ’84. For a long time, Mr. Daswatte had been an integral part of the Old Boys’ Association, reverently mentioned in the air one Trinitian would profess other legendary names like ‘Sangakkara’ and ‘Kadiragamar.’ To the casual eye he was, but another man of manners, a hungry soul brimming with artistic inspiration and a longing for creativity. Everything from his personal conduct to his attire teemed of what you would look for in a typical architect; grace, patience, intelligence, and finally, some cool, unforgettable factor of logic that could not be assuaged. Here was a man who could move monumental structures with a flick of an eye- or rather, expertly design them. Mr. Daswatte who had been cordially welcomed to the midst of yet another morning’s assembly- it’s eight a ’clock already, and school officers pose Sentinel-like outside the College’s hall, sweeping their aquiline eyes for some correction of order– all in all, there was nothing to indicate some anomaly in the usually accurate routine. Notices would be read, a speech or two delivered, and Father Principal Araliya Jayasundara would enlighten us all with some inspiring quote or the other. The stage, so to speak, was set, and the Trinitians were anticipating the typical flow of events in their usually chronic manner. Such was the air on that seemingly unremarkable Friday. But, as we soon found out, the session was anything but unremarkable. As soon as the notified ‘first half’ of the assembly came to a close, the Principal stood graciously and made a warm toast to the introduction of Mr. Channa Daswatte. Phrases of utmost appreciation were spoken- “Sri Lanka’s most sought-after architect,” “an indomitable disciple of the indomitable Geoffrey Bava” … Mr. Daswatte took it all with a casual smile. Amidst the polite smattering of applause, he bowed a humble head, and so was promptly invited beside the podium. And this is where the great man professed his undying love for the architecture of Trinity College, or rather, professed his undying love for one place in particular! The Chapel of Trinity College, Kandy, Sri Lanka, is a hallmark of the colonial architectural inspirations that have been so imposingly emblazoned on the island’s landscapes. Being the herald of not only our imperialistic upbringing and Sri Lanka’s eventual co-existence with its colonial masters, the edifice represents not only the religious and spiritual harmony that condenses what Father Araliya Jayasundara calls “the Trinity co-values”- Integrity, service, excellence, and resilience, – but also what makes a great piece of architectural art right smack in the middle of the country’s most exotic hillside. And on that day, Mr. Channa Daswatte had returned, with positive affirmations, to recover what he thought was submerged- at least momentarily- the respect and the rigid passion which the Trinitian owes to His school, and to its Chapel. His clam and soothing voice was just what the Trinitians needed. With the fortitude of a Zen monk and the reposefulness of a musician, Mr. Daswatte began to unfold a beautiful tapestry- a tapestry which not only had live waters, lush greens and God-cut crags, but also the living, breathing kind of serenity that one associates with only the foremost of connoisseurs. Assuredly, this man knew what he was talking about! Soon the students found themselves walking alongside Mr. Daswatte on a calm evening stroll. In their mind’s eye it was almost six, and the red sun capping the candy-floss sky of Kandy. The fresh whiff of autumn is enticing in its luscious appeal, jade arches blushing, the children of Demeter forming banks of rolling foliage on either side of the road. This is the famous stretch that many a great soul had once crossed- be it Kadirgamar, Rev. Gaster, or Rev. Ireland Jones, the man himself. It cuts a crystal sand path up to the promising blue ford that covers the upper areas of the College, and in spite of its simplicity and almost assuring normalcy, the road hides a little secret in its bosom. John Milton may have once declared that Paradise was lost forever, but for the Trinitian with the acute mind it is never so. For this picturesque walkway upto the college quarters harbors the secret- a secret so revered and chanted with holy reminiscence that even the most boisterous of lads may fall pin-drop silent at its utter ethereal glory. Welcome to the Trinity College Chapel, one of Asia’s only open chapels. Paradise in its own terms. The edifice is imposing even from the distance; a clear, geometric design of a holy cross that many Christian buildings aim to achieve in the foremost stages of their conceptions. But this is no typical Christian Building, for this is the Chapel of Trinity College Kandy, unique in its design, conception, creation, and also preservation. The outline of it stands against the Lankan heavens in sharp relief, making an allegory to its Biblical connection. Shadow and stone make a great combination, a dark, regal shape cut into the azure tint of the sky, and the pond beside the neatly-mown lawn brings a savannah-like simile to the humid landscape, with the chapel as its …
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