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Header image: Courtesy Prof. Rohan Jayasekara, Dean, Faculty of Medicine, University of Colombo (2011 - 2014).
Inspiration for life comes from various
corners.Although I remain an agnostic,
Religion andPhilosophers have given me
a fine platform for thought.They have
helped me to find a path to tread. This apparent indifference to religion
should not be confused with a lack of respect for values and beliefs.
The idealism of my early years are now long
gone. Retirement has given me time to think about life, its highs, foibles and
vagaries.The emotional climate has
grown calmer. Spending a lifetime in medicine has the drawback of allowing
hypochondriacal tendencies to surface. I
need some lotions and portions to tidy up my health.We all learn to deal with it effectively. Now
is the time to celebrate our achievements and be happy with what we have.
Our love for our own children is paramount
in our lives. It is natural to care and be concerned about them. Ideally we
should allow them to get on with their own lives after they leave the nest. We
still hang on to our Asian values and concerns. I admire the British and
American attitude to grown up kids. Let us learn from them to “LET GO”.
“Destiny” is a small room in my house. I go
there when I need to make sense of my impulsive actions. One such impulse was
to train in Radiology for 5 years after completing the Membership. Although it
was a hard grind this was the best decision of my life. It didn’t come to me
after careful thought but out of the blue. This inexplicable event changed my
life for the better. Radiology then was not a popular field. I still recall the
comment from my colleague in medicine when I broke the news “Nihal, where is
your self-respect?”. Need I say now Radiology is the heart of diagnostic
My daily walks bring me increasingly closer
to nature. The summer sunshine and the winter storms have their own splendour.
As I walk pass the lush green fields of wheat and corn those who own the
farms like the farmers and the squirrels and blackbirds seem to know me now.
All through my years I have enjoyed the
poetry of Shelley, Wordsworth and
Longfellow and the brilliant prose of Shakespeare.At this time in my life nothing inspires me
more than the simple but fine lyrics of Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Book now set
to music.The book was written for his
daughter, Josephine .She died age six
year and the manuscript was found at Wimpole Hall in Cambridgeshire, UK.Incidentally I am a regular visitor to this
magnificent property just 20 minutes drive away from me. The grounds and the mansion are maintained by
the National Trust and remains as it was in the mid 20th Century.