Janaki aunty, the magician of a storyteller:
Janaki aunty is a very amazing author who can produce books that give you a flowing gush of tears or a stomach ache after laughing too hard. I am saying this through experience so if you want to have a great book, Janaki aunt’s ones will fit you.She wrote her first book when she was over 8 and published her 1st one at 14. So far, she’s written more than 200 books for children. She’s very talented as she dances, can sing, can write and draw as well. She also does children’s educational cartoons and songs and she creates the lyrics, music and the animation by herself.
By the way her voice is so soft I wouldn’t at all be surprised if she was an angel.
Janaki aunty is a very amazing author who can produce books that give you a flowing gush of tears or a stomach ache after laughing too hard. I am saying this through experience so if you want to have a great book, Janaki aunt’s ones will fit you.She wrote her first book when she was over 8 and published her 1st one at 14. So far, she’s written more than 200 books for children. She’s very talented as she dances, can sing, can write and draw as well. She also does children’s educational cartoons and songs and she creates the lyrics, music and the animation by herself.
By the way her voice is so soft I wouldn’t at all be surprised if she was an angel.
There’s an auntie that I know,
I think she’s a fairy,
She’s really, really delightful,
And even more wonderful,
For she can sing like a bird,
Of royal ancestry,
Or dance in a way,
That only ballerinas may,
Believe me or not,
Say what you want,
But she even writes stories,
And sometimes makes films,
So I must be a lucky boy,
To meet this magical auntie!
My ever loving Janaki Aunty and me (with her wonderful gift.)
[Taken at her residence during my summer vacation in Sri Lanka. (18/07/2014)]
Here are some poems dedicated to Aunty Janaki Sooriarachchie and all are based on her lovely stories.......
I think she’s a fairy,
She’s really, really delightful,
And even more wonderful,
For she can sing like a bird,
Of royal ancestry,
Or dance in a way,
That only ballerinas may,
Believe me or not,
Say what you want,
But she even writes stories,
And sometimes makes films,
So I must be a lucky boy,
To meet this magical auntie!
My ever loving Janaki Aunty and me (with her wonderful gift.)
[Taken at her residence during my summer vacation in Sri Lanka. (18/07/2014)]
Here are some poems dedicated to Aunty Janaki Sooriarachchie and all are based on her lovely stories.......
Nandi ,you have again surely trumped the critics. You never do fail to disappoint. I wonder if a fairy comes in the night and gives you all these ideas to list out on paper.
This book is so hilarious people often fail to catch the lesson in the book. --many lessons. Unity, forgiveness, no cruelty and more stuff are some important lessons expressed in this comical book. So once again, a job well done.
This book is so hilarious people often fail to catch the lesson in the book. --many lessons. Unity, forgiveness, no cruelty and more stuff are some important lessons expressed in this comical book. So once again, a job well done.
Appachchie
Once upon a very sad time,
There lived a honey mango tree,
It grew wonderfully near a poor hut,
And in the hut lived a mom and her child,
The child and mom were just bones,
The child kept crying for hunger,
And so did the mom and tree,
Then one day came a large storm,
Destroying the living space they had,
So they just lived in rags under the tree,
And one more time a special day came,
For the tree was bearing flowers,
Now it was happy, he had food for the child,
So he quickly grew all the mangoes he could,
And the child and mom were much better now,
The child had a better house and a better school,
And the mango loved the child still,
And the child loved him back, unknowingly to the mango tree,
So one day he got an angel of a wife,
And as he told her of his ghostly past life,
Tears fell down, like marble beads,
From the husband as he recounted the story,
But soon the mango tree joined in,
For the husband called the tree his father,
And time went flying, with rare visits from the husband,
But soon he was a good father, and told his children his story as well,
And time went flying again, with both the tree and father becoming old,
But still, the father eternally loved the tree,
And even told his grandsons even though they begged him to stop,
Soon, the tree closed its eyes for the final time, with the granddad,
Silently crying his heart out, for his dad has gone,
And time went flying again and now the granddad was with the tree,
No visits from his sons, or even his grandsons,
For they were all very busy, and poor him,
For his angelic mom and wife had gone as well,
And all that’s left was him, under the tree,
He stayed, never leaving his dad like others,
And his eyes slowly closed, for the last time,
And father and son will sit there together!!!!!!!
Once upon a very sad time,
There lived a honey mango tree,
It grew wonderfully near a poor hut,
And in the hut lived a mom and her child,
The child and mom were just bones,
The child kept crying for hunger,
And so did the mom and tree,
Then one day came a large storm,
Destroying the living space they had,
So they just lived in rags under the tree,
And one more time a special day came,
For the tree was bearing flowers,
Now it was happy, he had food for the child,
So he quickly grew all the mangoes he could,
And the child and mom were much better now,
The child had a better house and a better school,
And the mango loved the child still,
And the child loved him back, unknowingly to the mango tree,
So one day he got an angel of a wife,
And as he told her of his ghostly past life,
Tears fell down, like marble beads,
From the husband as he recounted the story,
But soon the mango tree joined in,
For the husband called the tree his father,
And time went flying, with rare visits from the husband,
But soon he was a good father, and told his children his story as well,
And time went flying again, with both the tree and father becoming old,
But still, the father eternally loved the tree,
And even told his grandsons even though they begged him to stop,
Soon, the tree closed its eyes for the final time, with the granddad,
Silently crying his heart out, for his dad has gone,
And time went flying again and now the granddad was with the tree,
No visits from his sons, or even his grandsons,
For they were all very busy, and poor him,
For his angelic mom and wife had gone as well,
And all that’s left was him, under the tree,
He stayed, never leaving his dad like others,
And his eyes slowly closed, for the last time,
And father and son will sit there together!!!!!!!
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Appichcha (Based on Appichcha)
Pani is a little bear pancha,
And he has only an Appiccha,
His mommy is nowhere to be found,
And in Appiccha’s heart it leaves a wound,
They live in Panimora forest with all their friends,
And there they have no better friends,
Pani sometimes wonders but never asks about ma,
Cos Appiccha’ll need to wipe away tears with his paw,
Every day Appiccha goes to bring food for Pani,
Pani waits patiently looking at the shadow of a tree,
And soon Appiccha comes home food in mouth and hand,
And Pani jumps on to him and makes him unable to stand,
He tells him everything that happened in the day,
And then with Appiccha Pani tries to play,
Appiccha though worn to his bones, never does he say,
Oh Pani I am tired to death,
He plays till he’s out of breath,
Then he goes to cook food and puts Pani to sleep,
And then he himself falls asleep so deep,
Pani once does a handstand between one tree and another,
And failing to do his trick, down he falls on to earth mother,
Out comes Appiccha and gives him a smack on the back,
Pani feels hurt in his heart much more than his back,
For his Appiccha who he loves more than the earth,
Has hit him and now he feels Appiccha’s no worth,
He feels angry and sad and vows never to talk,
Again with his loving Appiccha but a knock,
From Woodpecker aunty and Neelakobei aunty,
Right him and Appiccha and Pani are now happy,
Pani the naughty bear vows not to do wrong,
But little bears can’t keep vows for long,
Pani’s wrong breaks Appiccha’s favorite plate,
But he just collects the shards and that’s the plate’s fate,
And now comes the drought and bad times,
Food is scarce but they scrape through barely sometimes,
Pani doesn’t know about drought but just eats food,
But one day that’s stopped when he see Appiccha’s food,
For he was just sitting on his bunk and eating a husk,
Pani became sad and so leaves food for Appiccha around dusk,
Now one day Appiccha didn’t come home in time,
So Pani assumed he searched for food overtime,
But soon it became nearly night,
And Pani set out searching for Appiccha and his plight,
Trying to find out his lovely pa,
He was stumbling everywhere,
And finally a faint cry, Pani wondered where,
And now he listened and there it came,
Pani ran very fast and there’s Appiccha, one leg lame,
Lying on the ground, crying out for water and food,
Pani didn’t stay on the spot, glued,
Instead he ran to the villages and got bananas and water in a shell,
And gave it to Appiccha for hunger and thirst to quell,
And there they were, Pani the hero now,
How funny, the moon wondered, Pani’s the hero now!!!
Pani is a little bear pancha,
And he has only an Appiccha,
His mommy is nowhere to be found,
And in Appiccha’s heart it leaves a wound,
They live in Panimora forest with all their friends,
And there they have no better friends,
Pani sometimes wonders but never asks about ma,
Cos Appiccha’ll need to wipe away tears with his paw,
Every day Appiccha goes to bring food for Pani,
Pani waits patiently looking at the shadow of a tree,
And soon Appiccha comes home food in mouth and hand,
And Pani jumps on to him and makes him unable to stand,
He tells him everything that happened in the day,
And then with Appiccha Pani tries to play,
Appiccha though worn to his bones, never does he say,
Oh Pani I am tired to death,
He plays till he’s out of breath,
Then he goes to cook food and puts Pani to sleep,
And then he himself falls asleep so deep,
Pani once does a handstand between one tree and another,
And failing to do his trick, down he falls on to earth mother,
Out comes Appiccha and gives him a smack on the back,
Pani feels hurt in his heart much more than his back,
For his Appiccha who he loves more than the earth,
Has hit him and now he feels Appiccha’s no worth,
He feels angry and sad and vows never to talk,
Again with his loving Appiccha but a knock,
From Woodpecker aunty and Neelakobei aunty,
Right him and Appiccha and Pani are now happy,
Pani the naughty bear vows not to do wrong,
But little bears can’t keep vows for long,
Pani’s wrong breaks Appiccha’s favorite plate,
But he just collects the shards and that’s the plate’s fate,
And now comes the drought and bad times,
Food is scarce but they scrape through barely sometimes,
Pani doesn’t know about drought but just eats food,
But one day that’s stopped when he see Appiccha’s food,
For he was just sitting on his bunk and eating a husk,
Pani became sad and so leaves food for Appiccha around dusk,
Now one day Appiccha didn’t come home in time,
So Pani assumed he searched for food overtime,
But soon it became nearly night,
And Pani set out searching for Appiccha and his plight,
Trying to find out his lovely pa,
He was stumbling everywhere,
And finally a faint cry, Pani wondered where,
And now he listened and there it came,
Pani ran very fast and there’s Appiccha, one leg lame,
Lying on the ground, crying out for water and food,
Pani didn’t stay on the spot, glued,
Instead he ran to the villages and got bananas and water in a shell,
And gave it to Appiccha for hunger and thirst to quell,
And there they were, Pani the hero now,
How funny, the moon wondered, Pani’s the hero now!!!
Silit's Tail
Siliti is a naughty monkey suckling as naughty as can be,
While climbing and jumping in that tree and this tree
He rides on the tails of his papa and Granpa,
And sometimes his beloved Granma,
This makes them so fiery and angry,
And they shout at until finally,
Siliti runs away to the nut giving tree,
So once at the beautiful nut giving tree,
He saw a crowd of children looking at the nuts,
With saliva dribbling down their mouths,
And nuts shining in their eyes like gold,
Siliti feels sadness and pity, a good quality when not told,
And he then scatters some nuts among the children in school,
And then he got a longing to go to school,
As the crazy monkey he is (without a doubt),
He goes to his Granma and cried like a tea spout,
But that didn’t get him anything not even a skirt,
So he just takes a pant and a shirt,
From a child’s clothes washing rack,
And then of course he puts on the clothes, black, white,
And now, right smart he looks,
And so he strolls to the nearest class with his books,
Where he gets driven out for his big large tail,
Siliti feels very sad and angry as well,
So he’s tries to remove his big large tail,
And as that won’t work and was a big fail,
He put it in an ant hole full of ants,
He screams his head off and runs away with dropping pants,
For the ants were biting him hard,
Well foolish Siliti as the fool he is and maybe retard,
Put his tail in a blazing fire, and as I guess you know why,
For what he ran off screaming like he’s gonna die,
And then he jumped into the river, for,
The flame had burnt and given him pain,
And now he cools down in the cold water, finally sane,
And then an idea comes to him,
To let the fish bite off the tail (or maybe trim),
It tickled him well, and made him run away,
Laughing his head and heart off,
And then he met the Gamarala with an axe and a cough,
And asked him to chop off his tail,
And so the Gamarala shouted at him to keep still,
As Siliti was framed for eating his bananas to perk,
Siliti ran away scared, framed for his relative’s work,
And managed to escape and climb up a tree,
And now as Siliti sat thoughtful on a branch faraway from a hive of bee,
Came the big, fat elephant of the forest,
Tearing through the woods and forest,
And he took poor Siliti in his trunk and threw him far away,
And he fell, and he fell, and he fell into the gray,
Until he used his granny’s wisdom and used his tail,
To hang onto a passing branch, so to save his life he didn’t fail,
And so Siliti saved his own life and still lived to be fun,
And his grand mummy’s little one!!!!!!!
Siliti is a naughty monkey suckling as naughty as can be,
While climbing and jumping in that tree and this tree
He rides on the tails of his papa and Granpa,
And sometimes his beloved Granma,
This makes them so fiery and angry,
And they shout at until finally,
Siliti runs away to the nut giving tree,
So once at the beautiful nut giving tree,
He saw a crowd of children looking at the nuts,
With saliva dribbling down their mouths,
And nuts shining in their eyes like gold,
Siliti feels sadness and pity, a good quality when not told,
And he then scatters some nuts among the children in school,
And then he got a longing to go to school,
As the crazy monkey he is (without a doubt),
He goes to his Granma and cried like a tea spout,
But that didn’t get him anything not even a skirt,
So he just takes a pant and a shirt,
From a child’s clothes washing rack,
And then of course he puts on the clothes, black, white,
And now, right smart he looks,
And so he strolls to the nearest class with his books,
Where he gets driven out for his big large tail,
Siliti feels very sad and angry as well,
So he’s tries to remove his big large tail,
And as that won’t work and was a big fail,
He put it in an ant hole full of ants,
He screams his head off and runs away with dropping pants,
For the ants were biting him hard,
Well foolish Siliti as the fool he is and maybe retard,
Put his tail in a blazing fire, and as I guess you know why,
For what he ran off screaming like he’s gonna die,
And then he jumped into the river, for,
The flame had burnt and given him pain,
And now he cools down in the cold water, finally sane,
And then an idea comes to him,
To let the fish bite off the tail (or maybe trim),
It tickled him well, and made him run away,
Laughing his head and heart off,
And then he met the Gamarala with an axe and a cough,
And asked him to chop off his tail,
And so the Gamarala shouted at him to keep still,
As Siliti was framed for eating his bananas to perk,
Siliti ran away scared, framed for his relative’s work,
And managed to escape and climb up a tree,
And now as Siliti sat thoughtful on a branch faraway from a hive of bee,
Came the big, fat elephant of the forest,
Tearing through the woods and forest,
And he took poor Siliti in his trunk and threw him far away,
And he fell, and he fell, and he fell into the gray,
Until he used his granny’s wisdom and used his tail,
To hang onto a passing branch, so to save his life he didn’t fail,
And so Siliti saved his own life and still lived to be fun,
And his grand mummy’s little one!!!!!!!
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