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Sunday, January 8, 2023

The iconic “Old Anatomy Block” By Dr Nihal D Amerasekera

The iconic “Old Anatomy Block” - the end is nigh!!

By Dr Nihal D Amerasekera 

In the words of the Greek Physician Hippocrates:

"Ars longa vita brevis" (learning the craft takes time and life is short).

How very true!! 

For readers who are unaware of the old Anatomy Block it is the large and impressive grey colonial building in Francis Place.  It lies behind the main premises of the Faculty of Medicine Colombo at Kynsey Road. This majestic building with tall gothic columns and ornate carvings stands as a sentinel paying homage to Dr Albert J Chalmers, the Registrar of the Ceylon Medical College from 1901-12. He helped to design and construct this fine edifice. The Anatomy Block was opened on the 3rd of November 1913 by the Governor of Ceylon, Sir Robert Chalmers. The architecture could be described as Edwardian Baroque style. Despite its years and the grisly goings-on behind its closed doors, the elegant facade retains its colonial personality and charm. The Old Anatomy Block is a fine tribute to the many who learnt the trade here and have proceeded to serve humanity, providing medical care all around the world.

My epic journey in medical education began at the tail end of 1962. I remember most vividly, as if it were yesterday, entering through the portals of that great grey building in Francis Place. Flushed with excitement, the aura and the occasion simply took my breath away. It inspired a lifelong professional career. This was affectionately called the “Block”. It is the oldest building in the Faculty of Medicine, and student life began right here. I still recall so graphically being in a cavernous hall with rows of cadavers laid on marble slabs. It just seemed like the abode of the Grim Reaper!! We soon got accustomed to the pungent smell of the place, which never left our noses. Within its concrete walls, we dissected those human bodies rather dispassionately. Tearing a body of a real person apart from head to toe despite its immersion in formalin still makes me shudder. Our youthful enthusiasm and our search for knowledge gave us some protection. As I write, I’m amazed we could face this ordeal day after day for two long years. I couldn’t face that same task with that same detachment now. The life and times in that great institution have now entered the folklore of the Faculty of Medicine Colombo. We now remember our teachers and the friends who shared those years with great nostalgia.

While in the “Block” we learnt anatomy well and in such great detail. We were expected to know the minutiae and the small print. The regular tests we had in the form of weekly ‘signatures’ and termly ‘revisal’ generated a toxic culture. It must be said we were forced to learn the subject completely and thoroughly. As a practising Diagnostic Radiologist, this knowledge was essential to me for which I will remain forever grateful.

Away from the books, study and examinations, memories of the “Block” are many. Even in that challenging environment, our youthful spirit never deserted us. They began with the infamous fresher’s rag. Then came the Law-Medical match, followed by the Block Concert and the Block Night.  These events are intricately woven into the fabric of life in the Block and remain treasured memories for many of us. Although these events occurred away from the iconic building, they reflect those memorable years spent in that great institution.

Recently there was an email riding the ether that the Old Anatomy Block was to be demolished. I was surprised and dismayed to lose such an iconic building of our time. Prof. Sanath Lamabadusuriya promptly enquired from the Dean of the Faculty of Medicine, who reassured him that the “Block” would not be demolished but would be restored to house the Faculty Museum and a Centre for Research, Development and Innovation. I am confident he will do whatever is necessary to preserve its historical content. This iconic monument to medical education has a long and distinguished history. I am so pleased it will not be reduced to clouds of dust and a pile of rubble.

The building has served us well for over a century. In that time, much has changed in the teaching of anatomy. The difficulties in getting cadavers and its high financial cost have significantly contributed to the development of alternative teaching techniques. Web-based medical technology has resulted in the development of virtual dissection programs. These have been found to be a cost-effective way of teaching anatomy. They are now preferred to cadaveric dissection. The modern techniques do away with some of the emotional and ethical concerns. The debate to dissect or not to dissect still rages on. The teaching of anatomy has changed.  Hence, I do understand the issues which may have influenced the Dean and the Faculty of Medicine in Colombo to take a stand.

A centenary celebration was held for the Old Anatomy Block in 2013. It was wonderful to read through the souvenir and acknowledge the deep affection the former students have for this great institution. With the passage of years, the sun and rain and atmospheric pollution have affected the structure of the building. A crack has appeared in a wall and some damage to the wooden floor has been found. It is heartening to know that the architectural conservation division of the department of archaeology has been consulted.

To conserve our medical history, it is important to broaden the discussion. The General Hospital in Colombo, now the National Hospital, was established in 1864. The associated Medical School was founded in 1870. Both these institutions have old buildings that may not be fit for purpose anymore. Some may have fallen into disrepair from neglect, a lack of funds, and the weather. I hope there is greater consultation before sending in the bulldozers and excavators for demolition. It is wonderful to see the Victoria Memorial Eye hospital built in 1903 still being used and kept in good repair.

We, as a country, have done tremendously well to preserve our ancient heritage and archaeological remains. But the preservation of our more recent history appears to be less secure. I am unaware of the existence of a listing of historical buildings or a National Register for this purpose. Hence it is incumbent on the general public and interested individuals to gather support, cajole, harass and make a noise about preserving our past.

“Heritage building” includes any building which requires conservation and preservation for historical, architectural or cultural purposes.

One way of acknowledging our history is by preserving historic buildings and structures.

Historic building preservation helps to remember a place or an institution and its interesting past. These old buildings are visual reminders of an area's cultural heritage and the people that once played a key role in being part of it. Historical buildings are best adapted for reuse as architects are looking at ways to make these buildings more sustainable.

If we didn’t undertake historic building preservation, there would be nothing left of our history in architectural terms. Demolishing an old building could mean an important part of our history is gone forever. Many of the old buildings are a treasure trove in architectural terms that tell us something important about our historical past.

I do accept that in Sri Lanka, we must do what is feasible and appropriate for our country.  It is, however important to pick up from other countries how they deal with common issues. In London, space is precious and is at a premium. St Thomas’ hospital was established in 1100, Guys Hospital in 1720 and King’s College Hospital in 1840. All those hospitals have had many facelifts and extensions to accommodate new technology and more patients. The Medical Schools are closely connected to those hospitals. Whenever possible, they have preserved the original façade of the old red brick buildings which have been included in the National Heritage List to be preserved for posterity. I wish we can preserve the façade of that iconic Anatomy Block and the other parts of historical interest like the old anatomy lecture hall built like a Greek-style amphitheatre.

I am immensely grateful to Prof. Sanath Lamabadusuriya, who brought this to my attention. We are fortunate to have a person of his calibre and wisdom. He is the current President of Colombo Medical School Alumni Association and is greatly respected by all. We are so pleased Sanath will take an interest in the progress of this process of refurbishment and restoration. I can rest assured he will deal with this project thoughtfully and with sensitivity.

The Golden Era of anatomy in the Medical Faculty comes to an end as the Old Anatomy Block gives up being a place for human cadaveric dissections. It has served us well for over a hundred years. The building will stand as a tribute to the learned Professors and Lecturers who walked those hallowed precincts and taught anatomy to generations of students.  Their photos adorn the walls of the main hallway. Some had tempers that would terrify even the boldest. Their voices must still swirl in the ether of that great institution. Meanwhile, if you are ever in the neighbourhood, do wander around. That's the closest you'll ever get to soaking up the atmosphere of an era that will soon disappear into oblivion.

61 comments:

  1. Nihal, I really enjoyed reading your excellent article, initially in today's Sunday Island newspaper. The present Dean, Professor Vajira Dissanayake who is also the Professor of Anatomy, has given me the assuarance that this iconic building will not be demolished. It would be converted to house a museum. After some detective work, I managed to locate the Iron Lung which was used in the Polio Ward of the Lady Ridgeway Hospital to ventilate patients afflicted with poliomyelitis complicated with respiratory paralysis. It had been moved to the Infectious Diseases Hospital in Angoda. A Cholera Bed, with a hole in the centre, was also located there. When the Museum is established, these items would be displayed in the Faculty Museum.
    When we were in the Block, I remember Talduwe Somarama's (the Buddhist priest who assassinated SWRD Bandaranaike on the 26th of September 1959) cadaver, being brought to the Block , after he was
    judicially hanged at the Welikada prison on the 6th of July 1962. As his body was not claimed by his relatives , it was sent to the Block. It was readily identified by us because there was only one testicle. During the assassination at Tintagel in Rosmead Place, Somarama was shot in the groin by a policeman.
    At present, Tintagel is a popular Boutique Hotel.

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    1. Sanath,
      Thank you for your comment and your concern and willingness to preserve the “Old Anatomy Block”. On this issue your rapport with the current Dean of the Faculty is greatly valued. The location and the space would be ideal for a medical museum.
      I do remember the Somarama incident and the interest that ensued.
      I do remember Tintagel, on a happier note, as the Castle of the legendary medieval king of Britain, King Arthur famous for his Knights of the round table. I recall with great nostalgia seeing Its beautiful location on a hill in the rugged coastline of North Cornwall.

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  2. Nihal, I really enjoyed reading this article, which as usual was well researched and captivatingly written. You have raised many interesting questions about more recent historic buildings in Sri Lanka, which don't get the same attention and funds for preservation as the ancient archeological structures. While walking around in the Fort area several years ago, I was distressed to observe the state of some of the lovely old buildings that seemed to be crumbling. But, on a more recent visit I did observe that there was some restoration going on. I will try to get more specific information about these buildings in a few weeks.
    I have distinct memories of my time in the "Block." The first visual jolt I got when I walked into the dissecting room and saw hundreds of blackened cadavers laid out on the dissecting table will not be easily erased from my memory. I think I only managed to reflect about five inches of skin on our designated cadaver during the first few days in the anatomy block.
    Another memory that is etched in my brain is that of a half-dissected cadaver balancing on Roshnara de Z's bicycle, leaning against the wall at the far end of the anatomy dissecting room. Some of the more mischievous members of our class had managed to pull off this stunt while others were spending their time more productively. We had our suspicions as to who were responsible, but I don't think we ever really found out. Rosh was a good sport about it.
    Sanath, It will be fantastic if this historic building will be preserved as you describe and converted to a medical museum. Most prestigious medical schools have them. Thank you for your role in making this happen.

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    1. Srianee
      Thank you for commenting. I do agree there are many more recent colonial buildings that are historically and architecturally of great value and should be preserved. During my search I got the impression that there is a National List of buildings to be preserved for posterity. Without being too cynical, it is one thing to have list and another to seriously adhere to preserving and protecting them. Walking through the busy streets of Fort as you rightly mentioned there are many buildings that we recognise from our childhood remember them as elegant and well maintained. The names of Cargills, Millers and Carwallios come easily to mind.
      Having read my article, Sirry Cassim alias “Cassa” mentioned about the cadaver on Roshanara’s bicycle. He remembers the fun and the laughter that followed. Glad that Roshy too saw the funny side. I couldn’t even vaguely recall this one. The elusive culprit is still at large after 60 years !!!!

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  3. This is a comment sent to me by Manel de S Wijesundera using WhatsApp. I felt it is a useful response:
    Thank you ND for the well researched article. Unfortunately I did my Block training at Peradeniya and my visits to this historical building were few and I recall it as a dark & gloomy place!
    The ' Block' at Peradeniya was a large hall built with cement blocks, aluminium windows all round and a asbestos roof with minimal renderings but it was airy, well ventilated and sunlight streaming in. Although these were temporary buildings done in haste to accommodate an increased student intake they were well designed for the tropical climate by British architect who was then heading the state works dept. Meant to be temporary but withstood the times and are still in use!
    Reg. heritage buildings, those in Kandy town are well documented, identified and restored under the UNESCO cultural triangle project sometime back.

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  4. Manel
    Thank you for the useful comment and your memories of the “Block” at Peradeniya. I am sure you were blessed and fortunate to be in that splendid valley surrounded by green hills and trickling streams. Although I was born in Kandy – that Grand city nestling in the central hills I never had the good fortune to live, learn or work there. Nor did I have the opportunity to be a part of that wonderful community at Peradeniya.

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  5. That was a wonderful post Nihal. You raised so many important issues and also rekindled many old and fond memories of our Block days. Thank goodness for human defence mechanisms which favour retention of good memorties and loss of bad ones, for there are many bad ones associated with Block days also. Let me leave them, aside and talk of the good ones.

    There were mny associations but for me it was a time of first close association with the opposite sex coming from boys schools. I was painfully aware of myself and of the need to appear presentable, if not attractive (Ha! Ha!), to the opposite sex. Many a pleasant hour was spent admiring them and observing them and day dreaming about them.

    The cadavers somehow did not have a major effect on me, apart from the stench of formalin. I just got on with the dissection while admiring the complexity and beauty of our anatomy. It was tough, as so much detail was required to be memorised. In the first few weeks, the tension of the Rag was always hanging around.

    I cannot recall the Roshnara episode but do recall Patchaya walking in one day when all hands appeared on deck in an instant, standing by the side of the cadavers in reverential silence. He was there with his characteristic posture, legs slightly apart, head back, tummy forward with hands in a grasp behind, surveying everything. Just for a brief moment, his roving eye ceased to roam as he spotted a cadaver linked to an overhanging lamp with a long cable from the ceiling. The lamp and cable were in a simple harmonic motion but what was unusual was that the penis of the unfortunate cadaver was also moving in harmony as it was tied to the lamp and had no option but to move in time backwards and forwards! Patchaya just ignored it after that initial very brief freezing of his gaze.

    The Old Anatomy block was an architectural masterpiece, built in the Greek style as Nihal commented. This brings me to comment on size, as size matters! The Human race is very susceptible to hold in awe anything big and complex. Religions have always utilised this. Can you imagine a Church or a Temple or a Mosque or a Hindu temple being small? They are all BIG and inspiring. Some of the greatest examples of this are the Christian Cathedrals. Those of you who had the good fortune to be in any of the English Cathedrals will know exactly what I mean. Apart form size and art, music also plays a significant role, and I mean music in its broadest sense including chanting. The Anatomy Block would not have been the same if it was just a plain small brick building. I agree with Nihal on the importance of preserving these magnificent architectural buildings because Humans without culture, without History is a Human who is lost. Our genes certainly shape us but our culture plays auch a vital part in making us what we are. Humans have advanced so much and are streets ahead of even other mammals because of language, tools and cultural memory and hetritage. We must preserve this just as we must preserve our Planet with “green” technology.

    Finally, I too appreciate the sterling work being done by our own Batchmate, Sanath Lamabadusuriya in so many ways. I am very much reassured by his assurance that the Old Block will be preserved for posterity. What a great Museum it will be!

    As to why it is called a “Block”, I can only hazard a guess- is it because it is the site of one of the most important components (blocks) of our Medical Education?

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    1. Mahen
      Thank you for that elegant discourse. Our story of rags to riches!! It was indeed the raunchy sixties of sex, drugs and rock and roll and of the Beetles and the Rolling Stones. It seemed like everything was acceptable and nothing was out of bounds. We were all young and beautiful/handsome or so we thought.
      “Pachaya” remains a legend still with his characteristic stance which you have accurately described. He had the wonderful ability to ignore our youthful mischief. OER will always remain a part of our fond memories of med school.
      It is intriguing to find out why it is called the BLOCK. Is it because the Anatomy dissection room and lecture hall are in a separate block from the rest of the faculty. Is it because the 2nd MB is a block or a significant barrier to crossing Kynsey Road for the real Medicine to begin. Were the cadavers kept in Blocks for dissection in the old days. I just wonder if the Anatomy dissection section is called the Block in other countries. Manel de S Wijesundera says in Peradeniya the dissection building was called the Block. Why it is the BLOCK I do not know and would be interested to know in its derivation.

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  6. To all my learned friends
    I worked in the Central Blood Bank in Colombo 1970-74. I remember walking into the Central Blood Bank (CBB) in Colombo to accept my job as Medical Officer. It looked so pristine painted in brilliant white. National Blood Transfusion Service was moved to this site in 1960. Its newly refurbished façade hid the remains of a charming old house which stood there since the creation of the General Hospital, Colombo (GHC) in 1864 by the Governor, Henry George Ward. Perhaps it was the house of a senior doctor. Its wide verandah and the many rooms were still maintained in good repair.
    We worked in shifts, morning evening and night. The doctor on night duty slept in the old block at the rear. Although there were many intriguing stories of apparitions and ghosts walking those corridors, I never saw or heard anything in all the four years I spent the nights in that dimly lit “house”.
    I just wonder what façade the old house had. Was it possible to keep the front and build at the rear and the sides of that old house. The new front of the Central Blood Bank is typical of the hideous architecture of the mad 60’s. It is certainly not in keeping with the elegant Colonial architecture of the “White House” that it faces to its left. The ‘White House’ is the magnificent building that meets the eye when one enters the GHC through the Kynsey Road entrance. That was the old administration block which was commissioned in 1904. It also housed many wards in the upper floors.
    This brings me to the question of management of old buildings and new constructions. These should be done by a panel of architects, historians and medics.

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  7. Nihal
    Congratulations for a great article on our dear old Block. It brought back fond memories. Your research on it has educated us on quite a few points Well done !
    I am glad that this historic building will be preserved. Thanks to Sanath for his support
    I really enjoyed reading it. I remember Prof. Lester Jayawardena taking us to the inside of the pelvis and describing the structures found on each of the four walls vividly, he made us picture them.I found it was a great way of teaching
    I have mentioned to you several times that you are a great writer, that you should write books as you have the talent and capabilities. Why not? Waste of talent.
    Wishing you all the best.
    Chira

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  8. Chira
    Thank you so much for the supportive comments which I appreciate greatly. You have helped enormously to keep the Blog alive by your wonderful paintings and encouraging comments which are much valued.
    All what I have written so far are disconnected stories which have appeared in the Blog and also the Sri Lankan Newspapers. That has given me great pleasure. The time has passed now for compiling them into a book.
    We look forward to more of those paintings and the accompanying notes to polish up our knowledge of those miracles of nature.

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    1. Thank you Nihal for your interesting and well researched article.
      Our baptism of fire in the Block certainly has left indelible memories in all of us. The shock of seeing rows and rows of cadavers laid out was so horrendous. Can you remember "Muniyandi" who was in charge of the cadavers?... He would lovingly lubricate the cadavers with body fluid to keep them " fresh " and not dry up too much. I remember sitting petrified staring at the cadaver with Zita my " body. partner" scared to touch it till one of the demonstrators ( I think it was LAG Jayasekera ) came and roared at us to get started.

      I do remember the Cadaver balanced on Rosh's bike, and the cadaver with it's penis attatched to the light fitting , but I do not recall patchaya coming to the block and glaring at it . If I remember right some of the boys used to make the cadaver move when girls passed by causing them to screech !

      I also remember how some of our naughtier batchmates used to throw small body parts out of the high window facing Francis road . I remember one hilarious incident when a passer by suddenly saw a testicle drop at his feet and quickly checked to to see if his parts were intact by loosening his sarong, and then running down Francis road in fright !.
      I don't know why we were expected to do the dissections without gloves but one effect was that I never ate with my fingers till I left the block !
      I am so glad that Lama has taken steps to ensure the preservation of the Block and I am sure that he will get positive results.
      Long live the Block !

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    2. Suri
      So good to see you on the Blog. With your most remarkable memory your presence in recalling memories of long ago are invaluable. Now that you mention, Munyandi was a friendly helpful guy. To work with the dead day after day for endless years requires a steely personality. He may have identified some of the cadavers for us like Somarama and Eric Batcho. I too never used my hands to eat for those two years. Why on earth didn’t we use gloves for the dissections?
      As I had mentioned there was a toxic culture at the Sigs and Revisals and LAG generated some of it barking commands at us. Perhaps it toughened us and made us more resilient. I personally don’t hold it against any of them. I was told LAG became an anaesthetist and worked in New Zealand.
      Next door to the Block there was the New Anatomy Lecture Theatre. This gave me the impression that it was a temporary structure built in a hurry. I just wonder if it is still standing or have been reduced to rubble by the bull dozers.
      I hope the photographic department of the faculty will take photos of the dissection room when it is in use by students. They should also take some of the lecture theatre and the other rooms to enlighten people who visit the museum the remarkable history of this magnificent building.
      I too hope the Block will survive the rigors of time.

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  9. I agree that Lester J was a brilliant teacher, one of the best I have come across. As Chira mentioned, he makes you visualise the organ he is describing. Other examples, the Middle Ear. He describes how he has to look up to find the opening as it is not at "floor level" and which explained why secretions collect at the bottom. The best one was the Uterus. "As I stand inside, the walls in front and back are touching me as the gap is small. When I put out my left arm. I enter the Left Fallopian tube and with my Right arm, the Right one. When I look at where my feet are, I see an opening and my feet are carefully placed on either side in the ring like little valley surrounding the cervix" So wonderfully descriptive. I also recall "sweetie" demonstrator who had a nice cleavage which attracted more attention than the specimen she was pointing out to on the dissection table while leaning forwards! As to why not gloves, I suppose gloves were not cheap? In these days of suspicion of foul play, if gloves were introduced, there would be accusations that someone in authority got a "cut" from glove manufacturers!

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  10. One theory for the origin of the word "Block" was that students were confined to that building until they passed the 2nd MBBS examination, unlike the 3rd MBBS and Finals. If they failed twice, they had to join the junior batch.
    Muniandy used a cereal imported from India to dislocate the skull bones. The empty skull was filled with this cereal through the foramen magnum with some water. When the pods germinated ,equal pressure was exerted for the individual bones to dislocate. When Mrs B. was the Prime Minister as there were restrictions on imports, this particular cereal was not available and therefore the skull bones could not be dislocated.
    I meet Shanthi Gunawardene (nee Gauthamadasa alias"Sweetie") often socially. She is still quite attractive.
    LAG Jayasekera's sister was Eugene Wikramanayake, Professor of Anatomy at Peradeniya; she was married to Tommy W. who was a Professor of Biochemistry and the first Dean of the Ruhuna Medical Faculty. Eugene's younger brother, Hasitha was in our junior batch and his daughter sang on British TV, during the dawn of the millennium.
    There was a senior student named Jegasothy, who spent a long time in the Block. During a viva-voce examination, when he was asked what passes through the foramen magnum, he has said "gallons and gallons of beer " Sir ! At the next attempt he was given the opportunity to choose a bone and describe it; he had chosen the right femur. When he was asked to do the same with another bone, he had chosen the left femur! Eventually he qualified as a doctor.

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  11. Nihal, I have sent this article to the Editor of the CoMSAA Newsletter and it would appear in the next issue in May/June.

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  12. Sanath
    Your take on the origin of the word "Block" to describe our confines of the first two years is most plausible.
    I appreciate your personal support for my article and hope very much it will help to achieve our goal.
    I vaguely recall that Munyandy did a some business selling second hand skeletons /books etc but this may not be correct.
    There are many versions of the Jegasothy incident: When asked "What passes through the foramen magnum" he brightly said "Food, Sir" and Prof Waas said " in your case it is gallons and gallons of beer"
    I do remember "Sweetie" very well - A sight for sore eyes in an otherwise hostile environment.
    Is Hasitha a paediatrician in the UK? I remember meeting him at a cricket match at Lords, in the most likely meeting place - the Gents!!

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  13. Nihal, Har(s)itha is a Paediatrician.
    One of my uncles who was a lawyer from Panadura wanted to have his skeleton donated to a meditation centre after his demise. When he died, his body was buried in the Panadura cemetery, following a formal funeral and some years later it was exhumed, after obtaining permission from the police. Then it was transported to the Anatomy Block and handed over to Muniandy., who did a thorough job. After that the skeleton was taken to that meditation centre .

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  14. Sanath
    Perhaps Munyandi did a sideline business on skeletons. Good for him. I don't think they were paid much for the tremendous work they did.
    Before I went into radiology I dabbled with Pathology. During my time in histopathology I found the postmortems depressing and couldnt manage it well. Munyandi did this and more all his working life. He must have posessed an amazing attitude to death and cadavers. Not many of us appreciated his work in those distant days.

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  15. FROM KUMAR G- Part 1
    Dear Nihal,
    Thank you for your excellent article. One of your best . The prose was lustrous and emotive. As I mentioned if it didn’t move the Dean, nothing would. Happily he has moved. Tha accompanying photos do justice to an edifice which deserves conservation. They belie my recollection of the seedy, rundown building I dreaded to enter.
    My abiding memory of the Block is the stench of formalin and the dreadful sight of cadavers lined on discoloured marble slabs illumined by naked electric bulbs. That some of our colleagues could extract ghoulish humour from this bizarre chamber speaks volumes for their flair or their disposition.
    Given all the drawbacks there were compensations .The proximity of pretty girls was a novel experience. Two of the senior body partners in the first term were alumni of Ladies College which churned out abundantly, elegant and sophisticated young lasses. Ours were graceful and charming but slightly aloof ,befitting their ‘seniority’. How I wished a wretched senior would force me to go down on bended knees , red hibiscus in hand and proclaim my eternal love. Sadly it didn’t happen. Perhaps the seniors were reluctant to jeopardise their chances.
    Romance struggled to bloom too, let alone begin. My diffidence, the social mores and the pressures of study prevailed.
    The self appointed leader of our body partners was Elmo Samuel. A true sportsman on and off the field, he decreed that no one could rag us without his permission. Though small in stature , his personality was titanic and his word prevailed. To us he was easygoing and his humour and good nature made those tumultuous two weeks pass quickly. Sadly this man who became a reputed orthopaedic surgeon in USA is no more. May he Rest In Peace.
    The senior teachers although erudite were distant and forbidding. The best was Lester J. I first met him at the STC science club. He spoke to us on the alimentary canal. The squamous lining of the oesophagus he said was a protection against the heat and the cold of the foods we ingested. This gradually merged into the secretory epithelium of the stomach , which started off the process of digestion. An unforgettable talk. In the Block too the esoteric subject of human embryology was made intelligible by his elucidative lectures.

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  16. FROM KUMAR G - Part 2
    The sole memory of Professor Waas that of a wheeze requiring periodic puffs from an inhaler. To most of us in robust health in the prime of youth this was amusing.A more abiding memory is that of a nephew of his who readily accepted that we were students of his uncle. He was a family physician in Kandana and entertained Bora , Bala and me to a lavish lunch , despite us intruding on a Sunday.
    Professor Chanmugam was a fun figure not only for his curious pronunciation of certain words, but also his unique ‘signatures’. His questions were thrown at the entire group and any audacious person could answer. He then would sign all the cards regardless of the mute and the loquacious.
    I sincerely hope the the lecture theatre will be preserved in its entirety. The steep amphitheater with its creaky wooden floors and musty smell from the ages was probably modelled on the old anatomy lecture theatre of the Edinburgh medical school.
    A justifiable grouse from those days would be the traditional books we were required to buy. These were expensive,bulky and worst of all of limited usefulness. As ND remarked once they better served as door stoppers. A bleached, articulated skeleton was also deemed a necessity and purchased at much cost. My mother although very superstitious did not object; for her the son becoming a member of the profession of her forebears superseded other misgivings.
    In the penultimate month of our Block years JFK the 35 th President of the USA was assassinated by a sniper’s bullets.The date was November 22 1963 and the day Friday. Like the rest of the world I remember exactly what I was doing at the emoment , the sepulchral tones of the announcer came through our ageing HMV radio. I was pacing up and down the corridors of our house reading the physiology notes. Overcome by anguish I couldn’t study anymore that day. Life had to go on however and the Block days needed to come to an end.
    “ The past is a candle at great distance; too close to let you quit, yet too far to comfort you”
    Amy Bloom

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    1. Kumar
      Thank you for your memories of a time now long gone but remembered with great affection. Prof Chanmugam was a dear soul who taught us well and showed us tremendous kindness. Sympathy and courtesy were in short supply all through our student days. Surely!! there must be a better way to learn a trade. I’m certain things have changed for the better. It wouldn’t surprise me if the tables have turned now.
      During those block days I was living with my grandparents in Nugegoda. As I travelled by bus to “As Wattuwa” I held the skull on full view for good effect. Perhaps I had left my modesty and humility back at Wesley College.
      Some laymen in those distant days thought the stethoscope had a certain magic in them. Perhaps they believed when it was used the instrument whispered the diagnosis to the doctor. I still remember how proud we were to wrap the steth round our necks on our walks along the long corridors of the GHC. Some cynical attendants called those instruments “catapults”.
      I never could understand the physiology lectures of Prof Koch. I felt to understand Samson Wright required at least a bachelor’s degree in English. I was a “godaya” from the wilds of Kegalle and my meagre English was less than adequate. My only hope was a worn out copy of Physiology by Chatterjee bought from an honourable senior at an outrageous price. The book was ridiculed by our lecturers of physiology. Published in Calcutta it taught me the basics and got me through.
      Thank you for remembering the door stopper. BDS was another of my purchases at a high price from a senior at the height of the rag when bargaining was a hanging offence. It was hardly ever used except as a door stopper with my apologies to Bell, Davidson and Scarborough.
      Kumar you most aptly mentioned JFK and the candle at the very end which reminded me of Elton John’s famous song “ Candle in the wind” which is a tribute to Marilyn Monroe. As an octogenarian I couldn’t describe life better. It is indeed like a candle in the wind.

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    2. Kumar, you have such a endearing way of describing events and your mastery of the English language is clear to all of us. I always like the content of your contributions but also the elegant style and your use of this wonderful language.
      Your reference to romance and rectitude resonated with me! It was a strange time, to experience such a multitude of emotions from fascination with the subject matter, dealing with the enormity of the learning task, new resposibilities , mixing with such a wide range of people and of course the arousal of nascent passions.
      I think all the major teachers have been referred to but I want to recall a story about Prof Waas which I am told is true. He was suspended when he was a Medical Student for 1 year after a stunt. He apparently dragged a cadaver somehow to the Common room, dressed it up, placed tomato juice on the shirt over the chest area and called the Police for suspected murder by shooting! Or so the story goes. The irony is that he spent that year as a sub inspector of Police before returning to the fold!
      Keep contributing Kumar and thank you!

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  17. Mahen
    I am so happy there has been a such a good response to my article. As I have said this was written as an unplanned response to a forwarded email from Sanath. From all accounts there will be a good outcome.
    Thank you for publishing my plea and also keeping the Blog alive. The forum now virtually rides on the heart strings of a few diehards and an enthusiastic editor. The same technology that keeps us together also keeps us apart by its quirks and idiosyncrasies.
    The unity as a batch is due to our friendships and our common memories of our youthful years in the faculty. The iconic buildings are a large part of those memories to which we all have a deep attachment. I revisited the Central Blood Bank in Colombo several decades ago and my eyes welled up seeing the unsympathetic changes. It was my home away from home for 4 long years.
    30th of May is our Remembrance Day. I hope there will be a good response as in the past to remember the friends who have left us. Their memory will be with us always.

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  18. Just to emphasis the value of the Blog, here is an excerpt from a ppst by Lucky on the 17th of Jly 2013. Readers, if you type Anatomy on the lomg white search bar just above the tabs and then click on "search", you will see all article where the word Anatomy appeared, and Lucky's article is the first one. Here is the excerpt.---
    An interesting book titled "The Colombo Medical Faculty: Evolution, Turbulence and Achievements" authored by Professor A.H. Sheriffdeen and Dr. Shalika Nagasinghe, was published in 2012 to coincide with the first Reunion of CoMSAA. In a section on the Department of Anatomy, it refers to the recent changes in the Anatomy Block which has been refurbished and modernised. The concluding remark is that "It has been air conditioned with hardly any smell of formalin in the premises which older alumni would recall with fond memories". As one of these "older alumni", on a recent visit to the Anatomy Block, I recalled with nostalgia the familiar smell of formalin but which was conspicuous by its absence that day. I am not sure what techniques are presently used for preservation of dead bodies that are meant for dissection. But at least during our time as block students, embalmed cadavers were immersed for about three months in a large tank filled with a formaldehyde based fluid that further preserved them.

    It is fully worth revsisiting.This article appeared in the Sunday Island of 7th July, 2013.

    First Faltering Steps of a Future Doctor
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  19. To all my learned colleagues
    Thanks to Mahen for referring us to Lucky's account of our Block days. It is superbly written with his most remarkable memory for detail. This is indeed a walk down memory lane. It will refresh and reawaken some of the memories of the days now long gone of the people and the events that were important to us.
    If you do have some time to spare please do read Lucky's article.

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  20. Nihal, you commentted on Samoson Wright;'s textbook of Physiology. You are quite Right and not Wrong about Wright! I found it turgid and difficult too. My saviour was the Textbook of Physiology by Guyton. That was so different and so well presented and I always thank him, as I do also for RJ Last's Anatomy book and Grey's atals of Anatomy.

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    Although further on in our journey I could mention Muir’s Text Book of Pathology as another written for those with a degree in English. I had to resort to Boyd’s Text Book written in unambiguous and coherent language despite the innuendo that “Path Cooray” wants only what is expressed by Muir. I just managed to cross the line!! On a positive note D.R Laurence Pharmacology took on a difficult and supposedly uninteresting subject and produced a most readable book in a ‘student friendly’ format. It had cartoons, poems and aphorisms to lighten the read. It is wonderful to note Boyd and Laurence are still sold and used in the 21st century.
    Looking back on those distant days what irks me still is why on earth our teachers had to be so aggressive and harsh towards the students. If we knew it all we would be teachers ourselves. Surely they must have known they were like us, in the dark, when they were students too. As they say “even God can’t change the past”. Thankfully much has changed now for the better

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  22. I forgot ti mention Pathology by Walter and Israel. I was so impresssed by it, I still have a copy of it (bought much later in my career in the UK).

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  23. Mahen
    These are excerpts from a previous publication that I did in 2018
    Although renowned for their la dolce vita and bohemian lifestyle, medical students’ life wasn’t a bed of roses. At home or hostel, trapped in solitary confinement, books remained our constant companion. Our bedrooms were cluttered with slips of paper, stacks of notes and piles of books. For the first 2 years, Cunningham’s Manuals became my pillow at night. They had muscle fibres stuck to them and some pages were glazed with human fat from the dissections. Samson Wright’s text book looked pristine but needed a degree in English to understand. Textbook of Physiology and Biochemistry by Bell, Davidson and Scarborough was a good door stopper. Muir’s textbook of Pathology required time and patience to comprehend of which I had neither. The late great Prof. G.H Cooray was meticulous. He had an air of gravitas that commanded respect. His comprehensive notes became the bedrock of my knowledge of Pathology. His mantra of rubor, calor, dolor, tumor and functio laesa will resonate in that lecture theatre forever. With their fine teaching, Prof S.R Kottegoda and Dr N.D.W Lionel had the remarkable ability to make that huge mass of knowledge interesting. But with the ravages of time what remains now is just anorexia, nausea and vomiting. We had a superbly written text book by D.R Laurence which was studded with laconic British humour to lighten the load. Forensic Medicine had tremendous appeal giving us hope to solve gruesome murders, like Sherlock Holmes. The textbook by Sydney Smith gave us a glimpse of the cloak and dagger world outside. The subject was well presented by the lectures of Prof HVJ Fernando and Dr Nandadasa Kodagoda. Such great emphasis was placed on McNaughten's rules of 1840. Although we appreciate its convoluted logic none of us ever used it in our working lives.

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  24. Prof Dissanayake’s enthusiasm for Parasitology was infectious. We had a room full of students itching and scratching during those lectures. His superior knowledge, eloquent delivery and superb notes didn’t require any further reading. With his monotonous drone, the enigmatic Prof Terence Chapman taught an important but dull subject. Those who fell asleep in the warmth of the lecture theatre had to read Fairbrother's Textbook of Bacteriology. Dr JPT Jayasundera from the Medical Research Institute who had a Hitleresque moustache and a ‘distinguished’ limp supervised our laboratory work. I am reminded of those bacteriology practicals when the soups at home looked like Robertson’s cooked meat medium. Public Health lectures by Prof O.E.R Abhayaratne were light entertainment in memorable English prose laced with rhyming poetry. His cyclostyled notes (including all his jokes) were available for Rs.5.00 courtesy of the ‘Marker’. The Dean, with his large frame was naturally imposing and filled any room he entered. His kind avuncular manner endeared him to his students. His daughter, Rohini, was in our batch. Despite her high profile, she had no airs and graces and soon became one of us. Prof Earle De Fonseka inspired a generation of musicians as the Conductor of the Symphony Orchestra of Sri Lanka. But his lectures on statistics was no music to my ears. It just got in through one ear and left through the other, not much sticking in between. Prof Milroy Paul was a legend. His excellent common-sense approach to surgery made it all look so easy until I started reading Bailey & Love's Short Practice of Surgery. The book is an encyclopaedia that requires a crane to lift and an accessory brain to remember. Fortunately, Prof R.A Navaratne introduced us to the manageable Text Book of Surgery by Macfarlane and Thomas. He was a brilliant surgeon with a logical mind but his lectures were a prolonged mumble. The good Prof treated us with dignity, a rare commodity in those days. Davidson's Principles and Practice of Medicine remained our Bible with practical help from the Clinical Methods by Hutchison and Hunter. Prof K.Rajasuriya was a dedicated teacher and an excellent clinician. He was a complex person of whom we knew so little except he was unpredictable and had a volcanic temper. I will also remember him for his compassion towards his patients and his succinct wit during that eventful two-month appointment. Obstetrics and Gynaecology certainly needed more than the proverbial two fingers. Prof D.A Ranasinghe was rather fastidious and impatient, making his appointment demanding. It was hard to fathom if his ‘side kick’ of a registrar was a help or a hindrance as I survived with unease and anxiety. The Professor’s teaching, Dr T. Viswanathan’s lectures and Ten Teachers textbook gave us a sound grounding to clear the hurdle of the Finals. The Faculty Library with its unmistakable smell of wisdom was the last resort to find those pearls of knowledge that had eluded me thus far. By some quirk of fate those yawning gaps in my knowledge had the remarkable ability to appear in the examinations.

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  25. Hi Nihal

    Your article was excellent – well researched and interesting to read. Just what the Doctor prescribed for the blog to rekindle our memories of the block days. I find the comments made by our batchmates very amusing. For example:

    • Pints of beer going down the foramen magnum (Sanath). Sanath: some time ago I read an obituary in the BMJ that Dr Jegasoorthi had retired as the superintendent of a psychiatric hospital in Australia
    • The man in the sarong checking whether his private parts were intact (Suri)
    • Part of a cadaver being attached to Roshinara’s bicycle (Suri)

    Another amusing incident: Thilak Dayaratne happened to find a five rupee note on the floor in the block and being an honest chap, he promptly knocked on Professor Vas’s door to report it.

    After a few questions Professor Vas came to the conclusion that Muniandy had not cleaned the floor thoroughly. But he was not too amused with Thilak for interrupting his afternoon kip.

    Kumar: Thanks for reminding us of the lunch provided by Professor Vas’s brother in Jaela. It was put on at very short notice when we paid him a surprise visit. I remember being very hungry and enjoying the delicious food. To supplement: the welcoming host very kindly allowed the use of his bathroom for us to freshen up before lunch. Bala seized this opportunity to have a shave to enhance his looks!!!

    Three months ago I met Professor Vas’s son at the Visakha PPA (UK) Dinner Dance in London. I introduced him to Sunil and Srima and he was delighted to hear that we had been his father’s students. We spoke at length about our block days – the rag, the signatures, lectures, the acrid smell of formulene emanating from the dissecting room and the struggle in dissecting cadavres with the aid of Cunningham’s Manual.







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    1. Hi Bora
      So lovely to have you back on the Blog. Where on earth have you been? Thank you for those kind comments and the amusing anecdotes embellished for good effect. Just what the doctor ordered as you said. For many of us living in the West we are in the grip of winter with the rain and wind battering our windows.
      The faculty was a cauldron of mixed emotions ranging from despair to elation and everything in between. There are many incidents and narratives that have entered the folklore of the faculty. Jegasothy’s anatomy and physiology of the foramen magnum will always remain one of the best. Another is Asoka Wijekoon alias Lubber’s quip at our final year trip. We were on a ‘refreshment’ stop at the Masonic Hall at Kurunegala. When asked by one of our hosts “who are you” he said “I am Argyll Robertson’s pupil”. These have acquired legendary status of a golden era of medical education of the mid 20th Century.
      Glad you mentioned Tilak Dayaratne who had a tremendous sense of humour. His stories were related with a poker face. My pulse still raises as I think of the days I was a pillion rider in his Moto Guzzi weaving and racing through the heavy traffic of High Level Road without the protection of a helmet. When I wanted to pay he said “you have paid in adrenaline”. RIP my friend.
      Shaving to enhance the looks?? I’m sure for some it is achievable but for others it will remain an impossible dream. My co-worker in paediatrics at internship was a Peradeniya graduate called Adikaram. He had a tremendous sense of humour and made our busy schedule manageable. The people who did not look pretty in his eyes he called them “wasa-kathaya”. My pal too is now no more – RIP.
      In addition to the students there were a few teachers who added to our fun and entertainment during to our gruelling student life. Prof Waas and Dr Niles and a few others have acquired legendary status at least in our memories. Suriyakanthy having worked with Niles had many interesting anecdotes. Bora too remembered some gems in his comments after my tribute to Dr Rajan Niles on this Blog.

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    2. Hi Nihal

      Where have I been? What happened? Last November Harshi and I went on a dance break to Spain and it ended up in a leg break (not a googly). The day after we arrived, our group went on a leisurely walk about town. I tripped, fell on the pavement and the pain was so severe that I suspected fracture.

      I wish to share my experience and I hope that you will find this useful and interesting.

      The traumatologist in the Emergency Room (A & E) following x ray and CT confirmed fracture N.O.F. The good news was that the bones were not displaced but the bad news was that there was a long waiting list in the hospital for this particular procedure. As he did not do PP, at our request, he arranged for us to see a traumatologist in a private hospital the following morning.

      Amazingly, within 24 hours of the accident I found myself in the operating theatre. I was awake for the entire procedure (about an hour). The spinal was very effective and I did not feel any pain. Four dynamic pins were inserted arthroscopically by this skillful surgeon. I doubt very much that in England I would have had surgery within twenty four hours. Probably it would have taken two or three days.

      The post operative period was uneventful and I was discharged back to the hotel after three nights. Surprisingly, while in hospital I did not receive any medicine orally. Antibiotics, painkillers and iron were given by IV Infusion. I wonder why. Heparin was injected subcutaneously. Harshi’s familiarity with orthopaedic surgery was of huge benefit and was very reassuring to me.

      In the area we were (Calpe, Alicante) less than five per cent spoke English. Communicating was a big problem, very stressful and frustrating at times specially when you are not well.

      The repatriation process by the travel insurance company was brilliant. Because I was advised by the surgeon not to bear weight on the operated leg, the insurers arranged for a male nurse (specialist nurse) from England to come to my hotel in Spain. The nurse accompanied me by taxi to the airport and sat with me during the flight. The insurers had booked four seats for our return flight, one for the nurse, one for Harshi and two seats for me to allow me more space. From Gatwick the nurse took me home in a private ambulance which was arranged by the Insurers. Everything was paid by the Travel Insurance Company.

      The Orthopod who is looking after me was very impressed with the work done by the Spanish surgeon. Currently, it is ten weeks post op, I am using one crutch, pain free and walking comfortably.





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    3. Hi Bora
      I am sorry to hear of your misfortune in foreign soil. Thank you for that ball by ball description of the trauma, the treatment and the repatriation. Sharing this experience on the Blog teaches us many things including the importance a good insurance cover. You were indeed so very fortunate have Harshi with you and that it all worked out well for you.
      Your characteristic light hearted description has taken away the initial surprise, anguish and worry of the endless uncertainties. All immensely complicated by the issues about language.
      As they say “all is well that ends well”. I send you my best wishes for a good and complete recovery. You should be Jiving away soon.
      Meanwhile do stay with the Blog and keep it alive.

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    4. Hi Bora, I am so sorry to hear about your accident, but so glad to know that you were able to get help from good professionals. These days we should not be traveling without the proper Travel Health Insurance. I join Nihal in wishing you a complete recovery, and a quick return to the dance floor!

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    5. Hi Srianee
      I was extremely lucky to have found an excellent surgeon.Thank you very much for your good wishes.You must have been very tired after your epic journey from Boston to Hamburg via Dubai and Heathrow,you need a good rest.Friends who have visited Sri Lanka recently have had a reasonable time over there.

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  26. Dear Friends, I returned from London after PG study leave and reported for work on the 1st of January 1975. After visiting Ward 1 LRH, I walked to the Faculty and was pleased to observe Prof Raj's silver coloured Borgward car parked at the usual spot in the quadrangle. I walked upstairs, met the Dean, Professor SR Kottegoda, presented him with a pouch of pipe tobacco and mentioned to him that I would be going to the upper floor to meet Raj. Kotte told me that Raj had collapsed whilst invigilating at the MD exam and had been taken to the Cardiology Unit, where he passed away and I never met him after my return.
    I returned to Ceylon at a time when the country was immersed in a lot of difficulties,under Mrs. B's premiership.My friends at both ends advised me not to return. However I decided to return as my leave was over and worked for a monthly salary of Rs.900.00 (without PP). There were queues for bread, milk powder etc. Bus fare from Wellawatte to Borella was 25 cents and lunch in the Senior Common Room in the Faculty cost Rs1.60. Rice was served only three days a week and sweet potato, manioc or string hoppers,rest of the days.However I led a comfortable life and was happy to have returned home.
    My car permit took one year to be processed;my sea baggage arrived after a few months and I had included a bicycle. I cycled for work but had to give it up after a few weeks because I used to arrive at LRH in a bath of sweat and as there were no facilities for a shower.

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    1. Hi Sanath
      Thank you for those nostalgic memories of 1975. I do recall the time I received the news of Prof K.Rajasuriya’s demise while working in London. This brought back many memories of his lectures and also the ducking and diving in his 2 month appointment to remain inconspicuous.
      I do recall the political milieu in SL of the 1960’s and 70’s of hardship and uncertainties. Whenever Mahen G, Asoka Wijeyakoon and I were together I remember we often discussed the pros and cons of leaving the country. The decision to leave was never taken lightly and each one of us had our own personal reasons.
      The intelligentsia in SL are at present facing a similar dilemma with the current political and financial problems. A brain drain seems inevitable. There was a fine article in the Island Newspaper recently by Dr Upul Wijewardene. He has written without fear or favour and is worthy of a read.
      We are grateful to Sanath for his immense contribution to medical education in Sri Lanka and commend his tenacity to remain during those difficult times to serve his motherland.

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  27. Hi Nihal,
    You seem to have woken up our collective memories with your excellent write up about the old Anatomy Block! Although I had not signed on to the blog in several weeks, I enjoyed following the comments which I was able to read as emails, because I had checked the box at the bottom which says “Notify Me.”

    I laughed out loud when I read Suri’s recollection of the poor passerby who had to check inside his sarong to see if he was still intact!

    It was lovely to read everyone’s comments about our teachers. I don’t remember too many details about some of their idiosycracies, like the fact that Prof. Chanmugam had strange pronounciation, as Kumar had written in his elegant contribution. All I remember is that the “sigs” terrified me. In spite of all that we were lucky to have instructors and professors of high caliber. They varied in personality, didactic style, posession (or lack) of a sense of humor and so on, but they all contributed to our transition from callow freshers to responsible physicians.

    And those who worked more or less ‘behind the scenes’ like Muniyandi, were taken for granted at the time, but I am glad that we remembered them after all these years. Some of us recollected the cadaver sitting astride Roshnara’s bicycle; it was Muniyandi who cleaned up Rosh’s bicycle, so that she could ride it again without reeking of formalin. (I’m sure Rosh gave him a few rupees for doing that.)

    It was heartwarming to read about some of our batch mates who are no longer with us, like Thilak Dayaratne. He was a quiet guy, but very interesting. Thank you, Bora and Nihal for sharing some anecdotes about him. Mahen and Kumar wrote about the emotional toll of being suddenly surrounded by members of the opposite sex. Having grown up with 3 brothers and innumerable male cousins, that was not an overwhelming experience for me. But, I do remember that being exposed to sentences interspersed generously with “bloody” and “bugger” was a bit of a culture shock for me! One major offender was our beloved, departed friend Sunna de Silva. I found his speech patterns quite amusing when I first met him.

    Reading about the books that my batch mates liked or disliked was also very interesting. I still have my copy of Anatomy Regional and Applied by R.J. Last, which I saved because of the beautiful pen and ink drawings. Also on my book shelf are one of the Cunningham manuals, (Upper Limb and Lower Limb), Hutchinson’s Clinical Medicine, and A Short Practice of Surgery by Bailey and Love. I had listed some of my “Treasured Old Textbooks “in the blog in 2016, I think. That led me to reread an earlier article by Nihal about Hamilton Bailey. What a sad life he led. Like Mahen I had purchased a copy of General Pathology by Walter and Israel long after Medical College. I loved that book and found that it helped me a great deal when I was studying for my Pathology Boards in the USA.

    It seems to me that blog readers enjoy reminiscing about old times.

    Perhaps it was because I was reading all these comments, but a few nights ago I had a dream about my 1962 batch mates! I walked into a reunion of some sort, in Sri Lanka, and all of you were there, and we all looked so young!

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    1. Dear Srianee
      Thank you for your comments written from sunny SL despite the many family commitments and all the partying. Our batchmates do like to reminisce those halcyon days in the faculty.
      Glad you liked my story about Hamilton Bailey. It was one of the articles I enjoyed researching and writing. A brilliant surgeon. Life is never what it seems from the outside.
      I would like to insert a paragraph from my brief account:
      None of our lives are what it appears from the outside. When I delve into the lives of famous people I realize amidst their success they too have their share of misfortunes and tragedies. There are many events in our lives that are beyond our control. What amazes me most, in our lives, is the awesome force of destiny.
      About our text books I found the American books more reader friendly and written in a language that is understandable.
      It is as always lovely to read your articles and comments and do remain in touch.
      Enjoy your time in SL with the family

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    2. Nihal, I am still "on my way" to Sri Lanka! During the last few years I have always spent a few days (both ways) in Hamburg en route, so that I can catch up with my younger daughter and family. This time the grandkids are away living their adult lives now, so it is just the cat and the dog that are keeping me company during the day while my daughter and son in law are at work. It makes my trip less exhausting than attempting it in one shot from USA to Sri Lanka.
      Traveling during the winter has its challenges and one has to be mentally and physically prepared for it. During a phone call with Rohini Ana a few weeks ago she said "Things always happen to you when you are traveling" or something to that effect, and sure enough it happened again! It was snowing in Boston on my day of departure and the plane had to be de-iced. This delayed the takeoff and by the time my Aer Lingus flight got to Dublin, I had missed the connection to Hamburg. Aer Lingus had already rebooked me on another flight through Heathrow. (They are good about that.) But, maneuvering my way to retrieve my bag, recheck to the new flight, up and down the escalators, was quite a challenge. At Heathrow, I had to take the Underground from terminal 2 to terminal 5, because the last flight was on BA. I lost count of how many times I went through passport control and security!! Amazingly, my checked bag arrived in Hamburg with me. After all that I am really happy to be relaxing with my feet up, checking the blog!

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  28. Srianee
    Murphy’s law applies to international travel than anywhere else. ‘What can go wrong will go wrong’ but fortunately you are in one piece and reunited with your luggage. This is my wish that the rest of your journey defies Murphy’ Law and you have a great time in Sri Lanka. The old wisdom was that We must do our travelling only when we are able to carry our bags. But nowadays the bags have wheels and there is always help around in the way of elevators and kind people. Good luck and stay in touch

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  29. Hi Nihal
    Thanks for your good wishes.It was very stressful in a foreign country.I was fortunate to have found an excellent surgeon.

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  30. Srianee, It was good to see you on the Blog! So sorry that your travel had to be made even more memorable through Mr Bahd Lucke! You are certainly made of solid strong metal and have shown this on many occasions, and your attitude to the inexorable passage of time is so practical.
    Nihal's post has revived the Blog and shown us what sort of stuff appeals to our lot! When you settle down for a quiet drink in Sri Lanka (the position of your feet doesn't really matter), you will think of sending your memories, maybe post 2nd MBBS.
    Enjoy your holiday in sunny but troubled Sri Lanka

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    1. Mahen
      As you say the readers do like the nostalgia of our time in the faculty. It certainly pulls on the chordae tendineae, still after all those years. Much of it is already written if one cares to turn back the pages of the tremendous archive which has become our Blog. Laughter was endemic in the faculty and there are still some stories that are waiting to be told.
      Just like what’s happened to this post, comments go at a tangent and we pick up the thread which makes the forum a friendly banter as we all enjoyed in the corridors and wards of the GHC or the canteen and common room of the faculty. The discussions have thankfully not remained with the murky milieu of the anatomy block. There is much to be learnt from our own experiences as Harsha Boralessa has shown us.
      This time I have copied and pasted some excerpts of articles of the past as comments. I do hope this is acceptable. As some of us are not tech savvy we may not get the opportunity to delve into our fine archive.
      It will be wonderful to hear of our time in the 3rd and 4th year when our memories had to be fine tuned to remember the vast volumes from multiple subjects copying word to word of those didactic lectures.

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  31. Nihal, regarding your question-"This time I have copied and pasted some excerpts of articles of the past as comments. I do hope this is acceptable. As some of us are not tech savvy we may not get the opportunity to delve into our fine archive." - of course it is! And I welcome others to do it too.
    I am reminded of a story concerning the late volatile Tudor and Forensic medicine. He was referring to the importantance of observation (I think the original came from Koda). Somebody had visited the scene of the crime but failed to observe something importanty because he only "dakka, baluwe naha" (saw but did not observe) This was funny at the time but now I realise how profound it is even more!

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  32. Requesting all of u, please try to publish these stories as book and it would be much appreciated

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  33. Dear Mahen, Nihal, Srianee et al,
    Thank you for the kind comments. It makes writing in the blog rewarding. They also made me look up my post on the blog “Beginning” which renewed happy memories. Mahen published this and also the “Interregnum”. Not sure, whether the “ Final Lap” , an account of the final year was sent for publication. Regardless of the agonies and hardships, the reminiscences are mostly happy.
    I look forward to many more from the silent majority.
    Kumar

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    1. Kumar
      We do need your input to keep the Blog alive. You have such a wonderful way to express your memories when life wasn't a bed of roses and neither was it a bed of nails.
      While writing this reply out of the blue I remembered Prof Rajasuriya's comment when all the girls failed to turn up for his appointment in the afternoon. "Where have all the flowers gone"

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  34. Nihal commnetd on the attitudes of some of our teachers. On the whole, I think we got an excellent deal in the basic sciences although our teachers never enthused us to be inquisitive and interested and ask "why?". They were more inclined to make sure that we learnt the essentials and be able to cough it up on demand. We must not forget however that researching and trying to understand more was not easy in our days of "no-internet" and dependence on journals and books only, and with most of them not that easy to access.I think we got a good deal and I am grateful.

    Coming to clinical medicine, our teachers were good but as far as I can remember, they never spoke on the importance of communication and the importance of involving patients and families in deciding on management strategies. How to break bad news, how to spend time with the patient (and families) how to be aware that your patient is another human being worthy of empathy, were not covered at all. The general attitude of our bosses to the patient was "I am the boss, you are the patient, this is what I want to do and this is what you will get...... next!" I would like to know what others feel.

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  35. Dear Friends,
    As you may be well aware, the Colombo Medical Faculty changed it's curriculum rather drastically in the mid-1990s.I was involved in the thick of it as the Chairman of the Clinical Stream. Dissection hours dedicated for anatomy dissections, didactic lecture hours were drastically cut and Problem Based Learning, Small Group Discussions, Student Seminars etc. were introduced. As a result of all these changes, a lot of self learning and communication skills were introduced. There is a Department of Humanities in our Faculty at present. In the early 1990s, ten of us spent spent a few weeks in the Department of Medical Education in the University of New South Wales, Australia, to undergo training. Rajah Bandaranayake trained us.Later some of us visited a Medical School on the east coast of Malaysia. for a similar purpose. As a result of these changes the Alumni of Colombo are far better communicators and have acquired more empathetic values.

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  36. Sanath
    Thank you for that run down on the sweeping changes that have taken place in the medical curriculum. There are several medical schools in SL and I just wonder if they all are controlled by a single body and these changes are implemented in them all.
    I am so pleased to know you have been at the forefront of the advances and progress in medical education after having been through the mill with us in the 1960’s.
    I believe with the changes the students now have a voice and the teachers too have learnt to respect the dignity of the students. The teachers in schools tell me the tables have turned now and some of the students are impertinent and even brazenly arrogant. When they do badly in exams the parents blame the teachers for not teaching them well.
    Much has changed since we were medical students. I recall the time once when I was happily seated in the corridor leading to an operating theatre at the GHC. LDCA walked passed me then turned back and came towards me. He held me by my collar and raised me up above the ground. He asked me “don’t you know to stand up when I walk pass”. Briefly, I did feel my feet hanging free. I remember and relate this for its humorous content. I hold no grudge or anger towards LDCA. There is an age old taboo also now a famous aphorism popularised by the Philosopher Chiron of Sparta in ancient Greece. De mortuis nihil nisi bonum (“do not speak ill of the dead”).

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  37. As much of life in the faculty have changed beyond recognition, almost all of it for the better I just wonder how much of the pranks, fun and frolics we enjoyed have been lost in the process. The Law-Medical Match, The Block nights and concerts, the sing-songs in the Mens Common Room and the Final Year Trip were fun and took the edge away from those tough times.. I would see the back of them with some sadness.
    Something that we must all agree should be lost is the infamous rag. We have blamed the British for introducing this barbaric practice to the Indian subcontinent. It is a ritual that has been with us since the 7th century AD in Ancient Greece. I just wonder if this brutal and inhuman practice is outlawed in Sri Lanka as lives have been lost, although not in the medical faculty.

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  38. Nihal, the University Grants Commission is involved in the evaluation process, but not so much in the curriculum.The curriculum in Colombo requires plenty of academic staff and therefore even if other faculties wish to emulate it, lack of staff is a limiting factor. Other faculties have modified their curricula to varying extents, depending on the availability of staff. At the Final MBBS exam, there is a Common MCQ paper set by the UGC, which determines the ranking. All clinical departments contributes MCQs for this paper.
    Ragging is almost non-existent now , because of zero tolerance.
    Fun and frolic prevails in most faculties.

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    1. Sanath, thank you for your valuable insights and updates. Amongh many welcome changes, I was heartened to hear that - "Ragging is almost non-existent now , because of zero tolerance" A step in the right direction. away from legitimising totally inapproriate and uncivilised behaviour. We must also not forget that the medical needs of Sri Lanka are very different from our days. I am all for change, but not just for the sake of change..

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  39. Sanath
    Not having been close to medical education in Sri Lanka for over 50 years my knowledge of medical schools and how they function is negligible. I would be grateful for your wisdom. Is there a private medical school in SL? Do they have their own hospital? If they don’t have their own hospital are the consultants who do the teaching paid extra from the private purse. I take it those specialists don’t have a government contract to provide that service free.

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  40. Nihal. In 1980, the College of GPs established the North Colombo Medical College (NCMC), which was a private medical school,with the backing of the government, because children of a few powerful people, were the beneficiaries. People like Willie Ratnavale, Dennis Aloysius (GP),Heennilame (GP) et al, played a prominent role.100 local and 20 foreign students were admitted.The first batch graduated in 1990 (it was delayed because of the second JVP insurrection). They tried to obtain the Colombo degree through the backdoor, which contributed to it's abolition. The NCMC produced excellent graduates and I used to examine at their Final MBBS examination. Many of them are consultants as well as Professors. With the change of government, it folded up and became the FoM, University of Kelaniya in 1991 and Carlo Fonseka was it's first Dean.
    In 2008 SAITM was established by Dr. Neville Fernando(a former GP and MP for Panadura in JRJ's government) in Malabe. Carlo Fonseka ,who was heading the SLMC at that time, opposed it and it was forced to close down in 2016. It's students were absorbed into the Kotelawala Defence University. I examined some of them last year and both sets of students(SAITM and KDU) performed well. Unfortunately there is no local private medical school at present.
    I am in favour of Private Medical Education in Sri Lanka for a variety of reasons. I have a power point presentation titled " Free Education and Freedom for Private Medical Education in Sri Lanka".I have delivered this lecture to the Final Year students of the Rajarata and Sabaragamuwa Medical Faculties , as well as at the OPA (Organisation of Professional Associations), which is the apex body of all professionals in Sri Lanka. It has been published in the IMPA Journal as well. The first slide in the lecture, is that of a photo of CWW Kannangara, the father of free education in Sri Lanka. I request the audience to stand and observe two minutes silence in his memory, mentioning that "none of us would have been in this hall today ,if not for him".
    I retired from the Colombo Medical Faculty in 2008; after that I was invited three times by NF to join SAITM. I refused and preferred to join the University of Rajarata as a Visiting Senior Professor, as it was the greater national need. I wake up at 4.30 am and travel to the Fort Railway Station and board the train to Anuradhapura at 5.40 am and return to Colombo on Friday night. I have spent this week in Anuradhapura and will be travelling to Colombo this evening by train.I have been doing so since April 2015, Monday to Friday, every other week.
    If I opted to join SAITM, I could have driven there from my residence in Borella and NF would have paid me whatever allowance I requested for. I thought that Rajarata was the greater national need as it was short of academic staff.

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  41. Sanath
    I must thank you for taking the trouble, despite your busy daily schedule, to answer my myriad of queries about the current state of medical education in SL. This is indeed a fine insight into the ups and downs and the many changes of medical education since our days in the Faculty.
    The government and the medical educators had the important task of increasing the output of doctors while maintaining high standards. Thankfully, we seemed to have achieved both these important goals. As you have shown, with powerful forces at work, this has not been an easy path without pitfalls. I acknowledge your efforts in making this a reality.
    With your remarkable memory you have the ability to recall and record the history of medical education with accuracy and without fear or favour. I sincerely wish you would write the history, at least since Independence. We eagerly await to read your autobiography.
    We are grateful to have you in our batch and also at the forefront of medical education in SL. I am eminently aware you are held in such high esteem in Sri Lanka for your long standing contribution and commitment to medical education.

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