As bombshells pound away in the distance, his face is covered by the wood shearing from the plank he has just inserted on to the electric sawing machine. His curly black hair is covered with fresh wood scented sawdust making him look older by 15 years. Meet Chellan, (name changed) a Tamil teenager, an ex-combatant from the dreaded Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE). He has been in the Don Bosco rehabilitation programme since two months, learning carpentry.
One among the hundreds of abused and victimised children and youth in a civil war that dragged on for over a generation, Chellan is blessed to be at the Don Bosco Centre in the Northern Province, at Murunkan in Mannar district.
“It is definitely heartening to know that many people have started mobilising resource for the war-affected civilians in the North of Sri Lanka,” says Chellan’s instructor, Pandian, (name changed) another ex-combatant, adding that Don Bosco played a vital role in this crisis, continuously for a number of years.
They have been looking after thousands of teenage ex-combatants and sexually abused, irrespective of caste, creed or colour, in Sri Lanka since 1996.
Every Tamil-speaking child looked after by Don Bosco gets an opportunity to mingle with Sinhalese-speaking children and coexists in harmony within the boarding centres.
The Sri Lankan government has now requested the Don Bosco Provincial Superior to accommodate at least 400 to 500 more ex-combatant children for rehabilitation within the island-wide network of 17 Don Bosco centres. The greater challenge though is to find the resources to look after hundreds or even perhaps thousands more who desperately need help.
I visited Don Bosco Murunkan for the first time in 2005 with a German friend of mine to conduct a survey to implement a Pro-Poor Agriculture Project for the war-affected families in that region. This was in a way to build a ‘Peace Bridge’ between the Sri Lankan Army and the terrified civilians.
My second visit was in 2007 when the fighting between the army and the LTTE had intensified. This visit was to inspect the progress of the Pro-Poor Agriculture Project which Don Bosco was implementing for the poor, marginal and war-affected population of the region.
As usual the drive from Colombo to Mannar took about six long hours, every minute felt like eternity. The drive was very depressing. The main road was flanked by gun barrels jetting out of army bunkers camouflaged by the lush green fields. The landscape was amazingly beautiful especially with the occasional sighting of beautiful peacocks sitting on top of these bunkers at an interval of every half a kilometre as though they were beautiful hostesses waiting to usher me into the war zone. As dusk approached, we reached Don Bosco Murunkan only to be awe struck at the giant leap it had taken compared to the last time I was there, a beautiful and majestic building standing with the backdrop of the orange sunlight of dusk.
But then, we were soon reminded by some thunderous noises of shells being fired at a distance. I was told by the driver of the vehicle that it is an everyday phenomenon because of the constant war between the LTTE and the Sri Lankan army.
I wanted to drive right back to Colombo because of fright but when I saw young children in hundreds playing within the large compound of Don Bosco, I told myself not to be a coward and flee. I soon realized, here is a place where one can really learn how to value life.
The absolute uncertainty of being alive the next minute and that being, for hundreds of children within Don Bosco and perhaps hundreds of thousands in the vicinity, a way of life, intrigued me. The sound of real-time bullets being fired, the trembling of the very ground that I stood as a result of the multi-barrel guns firing shells, waking up every morning with the shattering noise of the window panes of my room, retiring to bed every night with the thought that I must have said the last prayer of my life, was what I got used to living with.
During my field visit to study the impact of the pro-poor project implemented by Don Bosco, I saw people suffering so much because of the war, which made me realize that every minute of my life is enormously precious. By the end of my day-long field trip, my life had changed and I told myself that every opportunity that I get to do good for my neighbour should be embraced by expecting nothing in return.
I wanted to write about my experience to some of my friends abroad. On enquiring if I could do so, the Rector of the centre informed me that electricity is a rarity, internet if at all the electricity supply comes on, functions at snail’s pace, telephone lines are erratic and cell phones are a rarity.
Recently, I visited Don Bosco Murunkan again and stayed there for a couple of days only to be humbled once again when I saw the amount of good work Don Bosco has done for the children of Sri Lanka for so many years. It is very heartening to see the selfless work which the Salesians do risking their lives for the sake of the innocent children. The greater challenge though is to find the resources to accept the challenge of looking after hundreds or even perhaps thousands more who desperately need help never-the-less the Salesians of Don Bosco in Sri Lanka are marching forward relentlessly for the ‘Salvation of the Souls of the Young’.







































































