By Dr Nihal D Amerasekera
Amigos para Siempre – friends for
life. How very true. Since Sarah Brightman and Jose Carreras sang this at the
closing ceremony of the Barcelona Olympics its haunting melody and the poignant
lyrics has stayed with us forever. None of us can imagine a life without
friends and friendships. It is human nature to want to meet to reminisce, to
recall and to share our thoughts. Our gathering today bears testimony to that
special closeness and bond that began way back in 1962. Although Faculty life
was tough we had that youthful resilience. None of us were scarred by
the place despite the torrents of ‘verbal abuse’. Even at the worst of times,
there was a bit of sparkle. There are so many fond memories which we have
archived forever.
Since those days our lives have
diverged beyond belief. In my long winding journey through life, I have seen
the forking paths. I made my own choices. You may think you can make your own
luck, but you can’t. I just call it destiny for want of a better word. Perhaps
our moral compass is struggling to keep pace with science!! Thankfully life has
turned out well for all who have gathered here to recount and reminisce.
We started in the quiet
upholstered comfort of Satay House at Paddington, a veritable magnet for Asian
foodies. There was a characteristic disregard for decorum as we arrived in our
civvies. After the shocking weather we’ve had recently, there was some respite.
The sun shone brightly despite a cold north wind.
After the hugs, we sat down to
the real business of a chat and lunch. Patas’s wife Queelan, is a lovely
Malaysian girl who joined in our light-hearted banter despite our constant
drift into those raucous times at the faculty. Soon it became a lively, happy
and noisy chat. Each of us delved deep into the archives of our memory for
those enthralling stories of old. There is never an end to the anecdotes that
emerge. I saw RajanRatnesar last in the posh lobby of the Cinnamon Grand in
August 2012. PriyaGuneratne whisked him away for afternoon tea. They both
pleaded with me to join them, but alas! I had another engagement. I
remember Patas from the faculty days for his wit and humour and for his dignity
and decency. It was lovely to see Joe and Zita. They arrived as usual like
Royalty in a plush chauffeur driven limousine all the way from Southend-On-Sea.
Joe is one of life’s gentlemen, kind, considerate and fun to be with. Zita is a
live wire and ever-present at our gatherings. As always, she
is wonderful company. Mahen and Patas are the instigators of this
precious meeting. Mahen doesn’t look a day older than when I saw him walk into
the Anatomy dissecting rooms in 1962. He is a tremendous supporter of our batch
events and blog.
Now we had an expert
in Queelan for guidance in selecting our Malaysian meal. The food was
glorious. The starters were as sumptuous and filling as the mains. Singapore
noodles, KwayTeowGoreng and MeeGoreng delighted our taste buds as did the Roti
Chennai. Patas requested the extra fire-power of Chinese chilly-sauce which is
truly a winner, every time. Interestingly booze that was an integral part of
our social lives in our youth never was needed nor was it considered. How times
have changed!!
This was a brief encounter. Time
did fly. Meetings like this are just the tonic to overcome the transience of
life. The world is never still and our lives are a series of beginnings and
endings. The photo-call ushered in the beginning of the end. Unlike in the old
days, no one bothered to adjust the hair or dress, for the photos. As
Shakespeare said in Romeo and Juliet, ‘parting is such sweet sorrow’. ‘Sweet’
because it makes us think of the next time we will see each other. We all had
arrangements for the afternoon and parted company with the usual promise to
keep in touch. Although Doris Day sang it way back in 1956, those poignant
lyrics still ring true:
"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
