of the village
By Ayesha Inoon
He has travelled the world – sailed on the
Nile, watched the sunrise in Paris and the snowfall in St. Petersburg.
He has had a Cambridge education and graduated with a BSc. in Economics
from the University of Bristol in England. In Santa Barbara, California
he was the Vice President, Finance, of a publishing company for
several years. Then what, one might well ask, is he doing running
a sprawling ten acre farm set in the heart of the rural village
of Godagama in Meegoda?
|Chillies grown on the farm. Pix by Dinuka Liyanawatte
“My life is so different now from what it
used to be, that you cannot even compare it,” says Ranjit
Hulugalle, as he strolls through the pebbled path of his farm-land.
The lush soil is beginning to show the results of months of cultivation
and yields a variety of vegetables, bananas, king coconut and coconut.
The cows’ mooing is heard from the cattle-shed in the distance.
“Each human being has choices,” he muses, “there
are things staring them in the face which they could always make
The eldest grandson of renowned author and Editor
H.A.J. Hulugalle, Ranjit was sent to England at the age of thirteen
in 1971 by his parents due to the civil unrest in the country at
that time. Since then his life had been spent overseas with an occasional
visit home. He went on to a career in accounting and management,
travelling extensively in the meantime to satisfy his thirst for
beautiful and exotic places.
The pristine beauty of rural Sri Lanka cast its
spell over him when he spent eight months in the country in 2000
training for the post of London Country Manager for Dilmah Tea.
As his work took him to several rural areas, and he began to learn
the ways of the villagers, he felt irresistibly drawn to these regions.
In 2004 he decided it was time to return- not to the dust and noise
of the city, but to the serene loveliness of the countryside.
|Ranjith: Happy to go back to his roots
“Farming is in my blood,” he says,
“we are all sons of the soil in a way.” His father,
Upatissa Hulugalle, owned this land, which was mainly a king-coconut
plantation. Ranjit decided he would turn it into a way of life for
At the entrance to the farm is a picturesque little shop, opened
just a month ago which sells the produce of the farm, as well as
numerous other groceries-all local products carefully chosen by
Ranjit himself. Travelling to Polonnaruwa every other week, he buys
small quantities of rice, fruits and other items from small mills
and individual homes which he is then able to sell at amazingly
low prices to the villagers.
At night the shop is illuminated by a number of
tiny clay lamps perched on top of a cluster of bamboo poles. A small
shed with benches is soon to be turned into a conventional ‘kopi
kade’ for the villagers to hobnob.
A few metres away is Ranjit’s home-a cosy,
whitewashed structure, with numerous photographs of his travels
and his family, books and other knick-knacks. Here, on two evenings
a week, he teaches English to the village children who cannot afford
tuition classes. Following his own methods, he tries to teach the
skills of reading and writing and to improve their English vocabulary.
Refusing to acknowledge any altruistic motives,
Ranjit insists that his classes are merely for his personal fulfilment,
and as part of his learning experience on the farm. “I get
a lot of satisfaction from interacting with these kids,” he
says, “learning how they think, what they want, and how they
see the world.”
|The picturesque little shop
Having abandoned the mythical ‘greener pastures’
of life overseas to try and make a living out of a farm in the middle
of ‘nowhere’, it is hardly surprising that Ranjit has
little support for the life he has chosen. However, he has no regrets;
he says cheerfully he doesn’t have the time for it, with all
the work he has to do to maintain the farm. Everyday he learns something
new about life on the land, and to him this is far more exciting
than a typical urban existence-“where you go to the same club,
meet the same drunks and listen to the same jokes,” he laughs.
“I don’t miss the past because I’m constantly
seeking new knowledge.”
As he pauses to point out a rare bird, examine
a fallen tree, or hurries to the shop to serve a customer, Ranjit’s
satisfaction and pride in his undertaking are apparent. To take
on a rambling, overgrown property and turn it into a profitable
lifestyle is surely no easy task. “What I am trying to do
is to make a living in a holistic way that is both personally rewarding
as well as making a social contribution in educational ways,”
he remarks, smiling as he adds, “Every day is different, and
that is the beauty of my life.”