Wednesday, February 21, 2024

MY PAINTINGS OF FRUITS 1 - Chirasri Jayaweera Bandara

MY PAINTINGS OF FRUITS  1

WITH THEIR HEALTH BENEFITS

Dr. C. D. Jayaweera Bandara

I have given the scientific name of each. Some of the claimed Health Benefits as described may not be strictly scientifically verified and are debatable. Some claims are highly generalised and open to question. Readers can make up their own minds, and I shall be keen for your feedback.



















AVOCADO        Persea Americana       RAMBUTAN   Nephelium lappaceum

POMEGRANATE Punica granatum       PINEAPPLE  Ananas comosus









MANGOSTEEN Garcinia mangostane   PASSION FRUIT GENUS  Passiflora edulis

HEALTH BENEFITS OF FRUITS

ANTIOXIDANTS  ARE PRESENT IN ALL  6  ABOVE  FRUITS

ANTIOXIDANT FRUIT BENEFITS

Epidemiological prospective studies show that higher intakes of antioxidant-rich fruits are associated with a lower risk of chronic oxidative stress–related diseases like cardiovascular diseases, carcinoma and death from all causes.

Other benefits of Antioxidants

1.   Boosts immune system.

2.   Reduce inflammation

3    Support disease prevention

4.   Support Eye Health

5.   Aid in brain function

6.  Contribute Mental health improvements

7. Support healthy ageing processes

1 AVOCADO

In addition to the above benefits of Antioxidants, Avocado

8.  Keeps heart healthy, rich in monosaturated fat that helps in reducing bad cholesterol

9.   Lowers BP, loaded with Potassium, which makes it good for people with high BP

10. One of high protein which helps in the building of bones, muscle, cartilage, skin and blood

11. Packed with fibre, which helps in weight loss and reducing Blood sugar

12. Improves digestion. High in B vitamins. B Complex vitamins very important for cellular metabolism and digestion

2  RAMBUTAN

In addition to the above benefits of Antioxidants, Rambutan

8.  Lowers LDL Cholesterol

9.  Improves digestion

10. Excellent for weight loss

11. Strengthens teeth and bones

12. Cleans the Kidney

13.  Tones skin

14.  Regulate blood sugar

3  POMEGRANATE

In addition to the above benefits of Antioxidants, Pomegranate

8. Provides Potassium crucial to the heart, muscles, nerves, etc.

9. Vitamin C protects cells, heal wounds

10. Folate and Thiamine help with growth, development and cell function

11. Manganese helps to form bone and joint tissue.

12. Has Urinary and Prostate healthy benefits

4  PINEAPPLE

In addition to the above benefits of Antioxidants, Pineapple

8.   May reduce your risk of Cancer

 9. Strengthen bone

10. Good for teeth

11.  Maintain skin health

12.  Strengthen nails and prevent hair loss

13.  Aids in digestion

14.   Reduce symptoms of arthritis

15.   Prevents hypertension

16.   Has astringent properties which strengthen gums and make sure your

teeth do not get loose

5  MANGOSTEEN

In addition to the above benefits of Antioxidants

8. It has become known as the Queen of Fruits and Fruits of God

9. Mangosteen is used for Diarrhoea, UTI, Gonorrhea, Thrush, TB, Menstrual disorders, Cancer, Osteoarthritis and Dysentery

6  PASSION FRUIT

In addition to the above benefits of Antioxidants

8.  Reducing Cholesterol and boosting heart health.  Loaded with heart-healthy Potassium and low in Sodium, it helps reduce BP.

9.   Good source of fibre and is gut-friendly, preventing constipation and bowel disorders

10.   Low glycaemic index.  Good for Diabetics

11.   Improve Insulin Sensitivity

12.   Contain Magnesium decreases Stress and anxiety    

Sunday, February 18, 2024

Art and the Artist- Srianee Dias

Art and the Artist

By Srianee “Bunter” Dias (nee Fernando)

- "Should we not separate the creative work from the personal lives of the creators and appreciate the works for their artistic value”- 

While reading The New Yorker magazine online recently, I came across this article entitled “The Second Death of Pablo Neruda.”  It sparked my interest because Kumar G. and others had written about him previously on our Blog. Neruda was a Chilean poet who led a colourful life, and was a supporter of the socialist President Salvador Allende, who was overthrown by Augusto Pinochet in a coup in 1973. For generations, Neruda’s prestige in literature was unquestioned, but now it appears that his life, his work, and even his death are under scrutiny. 

He first published his poetry using the pen name “Pablo Neruda” when he was just 19 years old, and kept on writing poetry throughout his career in the foreign service.  One of his appointments was in Colombo.  Later he was elected to the Senate in Chile, and officially joined the Communist Party. He won the Stalin Peace Prize in 1953 and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971.  He was revered and celebrated in Chile long after his death in 1973.  His homes in Santiago, Valparaiso and Isla Negra are now museums visited by thousands of visitors. 

Things began to change in 2011 with a strong feminist movement demanding accountability for Chile’s institutional violence against women.  There were street demonstrations demanding non-sexist education in schools and protests against sexual harassment of women.  Details of Neruda’s life began to be viewed in a different light; his womanising and his treatment of his daughter, who was born with hydrocephalus.  There was also his own confession of the rape of a maid in Colombo when he was in his late twenties.  Neruda wrote about this incident in his book “Memoirs.” (The original Spanish title of this book translates as “I Confess That I Have Lived.”)   There is a movement in Chile now to recognize Gabriela Mistral as Chile’s foremost poet instead of Neruda. 

These days, when Neruda’s work is taught in universities, the students frequently challenge the professors.  Isabel Allende said it best: “Like many young feminists in Chile, I am disgusted by some aspects of Neruda’s life and personality.  However, we cannot dismiss his writing.” 

After reading this article, I began to think, is it fair to denigrate, blacklist, and banish the creations of talented artists/writers/poets/actors when serious personal misdeeds are revealed?  Should we not separate the creative work from the creators' personal lives and appreciate the works for their artistic value. In the distant past we were far more forgiving.  Of course, there were no social media then to generate frenzied emotional rhetoric. 

An artist whose paintings I have long admired is Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio known simply as Caravaggio.  He was a violent man who killed a man when he was a teenager and was forced to flee his village.  Throughout his life (1571-1610) he was involved in drunken brawls and possibly even more killings.  He subsequently died in Naples after being injured in a fight which led to wound infection. His paintings are magnificent, featuring struggles, torture, death, and biblical themes.  He was known for his dramatic use of light – chiaroscuro- (the treatment of light and shade in drawing and painting)  and tenebrism (painting using especially pronounced chiaroscuro, where there are violent contrasts of light and dark).  He was also known for painting directly from life on the canvas without first drawing the subject, which required exceptional talent.  Despite his violent and murderous ways, his paintings have not been condemned to the basement of museums.

Paul Gauguin ( 1848-1903), whose vibrant paintings have delighted many of us, left his middle-class life as a stockbroker, a life including a wife and five children, and moved to French Polynesia.  There he “married” several young women who were about 14 years old. Gauguin’s paintings continue to be exhibited proudly in many museums in spite of his questionable lifestyle. 

Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) was another genius who famously treated the women in his life miserably.  He created about 20,000 paintings, prints, drawings, sculptures and ceramics. His style evolved from realism to abstraction, cubism, surrealism and expressionism.  He is held in great esteem in spite of his many character flaws. 

One of the most shocking revelations in recent years was when the actor/comedian Bill Cosby was accused by several women of sexual assault.  My daughters and I had been fans of his many TV productions, which included some children’s shows where he played loveable, funny characters.  Most recently, he played the affable Dr Cliff Huxtable on The Cosby Show, a doctor and a dad handling the usual family crises with great humour.  Reruns of the show were being aired when Bill Cosby’s trial began, and many TV networks decided to stop airing the reruns.  They punished not just him but all his young co-stars as well.  Bill Cosby got his judgment in court, and I thought the actions of the networks were quite unnecessary and not justified. 

A work of art, literature, poetry, stage play, film, or television series should be appreciated and judged on its own merits.  It is distressing when we discover that the people involved in creating such works have major flaws ranging from racist views to sexual abuse and even murder.  As difficult as it may be, I try to separate the creation from the creator whenever possible and appreciate the work on its own merit.

My guess is that not everyone will agree with this viewpoint.

(graphics inserted to original post  by Mahendra)

Thursday, February 15, 2024

Sriani Basnayake Dissanayake passes away

Sriani Basnayake Dissanayake passes away. Feb 15, 2024

Pram and Nihal have just conveyed to me the sad news that Sriani Basnayake (nee Dissanayake) had passed away today.

16 Feb Message from Pram. Her remains lie at the A.F. Raymond Parlour on the 19th of February 2024 from 9.00 am, and the cremation will take place at 3.00 pm at the Anglican section, Borella Cemetry. A service at 2.30 at the parlour.

Sriani's husband Ralph Wickremaratne passed away last year. Sriani has not been too well for a few years. She was one of the few who migrated from the Peradeniya batch to Colombo.

This photo was taken at the 2012 Reunion Scientific Meeting. On that day, she kept us educated, informed and entertained with her presentation titled,  "What Prevents the Urge to Merge?" - The Problem of Non-Consummation. 

Her sense of humour was well recognised and she often contributed a lot of funny snippets to the Blog in its early days.

She is also well known for her work with the FPA (Family Planning Association) for over 30 years. She was a devout Christian. She is the 54th loss from our Batch

Sriani posted really funny articles on the Blog. I am sure she would have approved of me posting one of her jokes to illustrate her good nature and ability to see the funny side of things. Let us remember her for her professional contributions as well as her great sense of humour.

This is her story about the Baptist Bra.

A man walked into the women's department of Macy's in New York City. He told the saleslady, "I would like a Baptist bra for my wife, size 36B.".


With a quizzical look, the saleslady asked, "What kind of bra?"


He repeated, "A Baptist bra. She said to tell you that she wanted a Baptist bra and that you would know what she wanted."


"Ah, now I remember." said the saleslady, "We don't get as many requests for them as we used to. Most of our customers lately want the Catholic bra or the Salvation Army bra, or the Presbyterian type."


Confused and a little flustered, the man asked, "So what are the differences?"


The lady responded, "Well, it's really quite simple. The Catholic type supports the masses, the Salvation Army lifts up the fallen, and the Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright."


He mused at that for a moment and then asked, "So, what is the Baptist type for?"

"They," she replied, "make mountains out of molehills."


Sriani, we shall all miss you. - Mahendra Gonsalkorale.


Sriyani Basnayake -an appreciation Added on 17-02-2024

Dr Kumar Gunewardane

 “Like a bird singing in the rain,

Grateful memories will survive in times of sorrow" 

Tusitala: R.L.STEVENSON

The news of Sriayani’s passing away, though not totally unexpected, caused my wife Kanthi and me much grief.  She was a good friend to both of us, and we cherish many affectionate memories of her.

A welcome Peradeniya migrant to our ‘62 medical student group, she, in ND’s apt words, turned many heads. She had, in abundance, the fabled panache of Ladies College alumni. Pram’s photographic portrait does justice to her allure. Although somewhat reserved, she never displayed her elite background. Her father was the Inspector General of Police when that position was one of distinction and uprightness. 

I hardly knew her in Medical School, but this was a common failing of most of us who kept to our isolated groups. The reunions and the blog helped break these barricades.

Sriani B is, fifth from Right seated
The year of internship at the Mahamodera Hospital in Galle further eroded these barriers. It was indeed an “annee glorieuse”. While observing with amusement the riotous activities of the hoi polloi Sriani always maintained a dignity inherent to her. This was indeed an attribute of all our female colleagues. 

Our next encounter was in Townsville, North Queensland. Her sister Nirmala, another distinguished product of Ladies College, was married to Justin Labrooy, our local university's Foundation professor of medicine. We spent many joyous hours in their company. Both sisters had the endearing and rare quality of simplicity. N was a champion national athlete and also the holder of a doctorate from the University of Oxford. Sriyani was the chief of the family planning service in Colombo. Both were remarkably reticent of their achievements. 

Our standout memory of that time is S’s Reiki therapy for Kanthi’s migraine headaches. Reiki is an ancient Japanese technique of relaxing massages, and Kanthi derived significant benefits from her ministrations in the solitude of a quiet room. 

She was also a gracious host to us in her ancestral home in Borella. There, she introduced us to her nephew, to whom she was a foster mother. His father, the gifted surgeon Lakdasa (S’s brother) had passed away while attempting to rescue two drowning children. 

Sriyani’s brilliant lecture “What prevents the urge to merge” at one of our reunions has already been alluded to by others. Her wit and humour were amplified by many well-chosen slides, which made me inquire which medical journals she had resourced; she deftly sidestepped that one. Of course, they were from her leisure reading. On that occasion, she was accompanied by her husband Ralph Wickremaratne, a perfect gentle knight and sportsman. They were a flawless match.

We have lost a good friend and a gifted colleague. May God be with you. 

“Every blade in the field,

Every leaf in the forest,
Lays down its life in its season,
As beautifully as it was taken up.”

Henry David Thoreau 

“We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains.

William Wordsworth


An appreciation by Nihal D Amarasekera (Photo sent by Pram)- 16/02/2024

I recall the time Sriani joined us from Peradeniya in our third year. She made heads turn by her immaculate dress sense and elegance. Sriani carried herself with such poise and dignity which gave an insight into her gilded life at home. Although rather reserved and steely at times, she was friendly and jolly. Sriani had a fund of funny stories and was delightful company.

She was a regular in the early days of the batch blog, and I remember with clarity some funny stories and interesting comments she posted. When I wrote about a maid who cared for me as a child, she wrote about her experiences too.

Sadly I never met her after the great dispersal of 1967. I never joined in any of the reunions in Sri Lanka. But I always received news about Sriani from her friend from Ladies College, Suvendrini Weerasekera. It was deeply upsetting to hear of her difficulties with her final illness, which she bore with great courage.

Sriani was a caring professional and served the people with great empathy and understanding.
May her Soul Rest in Peace.

Monday, February 12, 2024

Brief Encounter-Nihal D Amerasekera

Brief Encounter – A movie masterpiece

By Dr Nihal D Amerasekera

Sir Noel Coward (1899-1973) was a flamboyant Englishman. He was a playwright, actor, singer and much more. Noel Coward was Knighted for his work.  He became famous for his song "Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun". Coward wrote the one act play “Still life” in 1936. This was a turbulent time in the world. King George V had died, and Edward VIII was made king only to abdicate. Germany was preparing for war. WWII shook the world. It ended in 1945 with the loss of 85 million lives and causing immense hardship to many.

The British film director David Lean (1908-1991) made the story of “Still Life” into a romantic drama, calling it the “Brief Encounter”. The film was shot in the final days of WWII. It was premiered in London in 1945. He is no stranger to epic films. Many of his movies had become box office hits like “Dr Zhivago”, “Lawrence of Arabia”, “Bridge on the River Kwai” and “A Passage to India”. David Lean is greatly respected for his mastery of film craft for which he was given an all-time achievement award in 1990. Brief Encounter is often referred to as the best movie romance of all time. It received three nominations at the Academy Awards, Best Director, Best Actress (Celia Johnson), and Best Adapted Screenplay. In 1999, the British Film Institute ranked it as the second-greatest British film of all time.

David Lean chose the leads: Celia Johnson as Laura - a housewife, Trevor Howard as Alec - a doctor. Stanley Holloway plays the naughty station master and Joyce Carey as the bossy, buffet manageress. Marital infidelity with the associated social and emotional upheaval is the subject of the film. Laura and Trevor both married to their partners and with children meet at Milford train station, just by chance. Laura got some grit in her eye and asked for some water at the station buffet when a kindly Dr Alec Harvey, came to help. That’s how it all began. Their affection for each other grew as they met at the station café again and again on several occasions. Meetings were always on a Thursday, she was on her shopping trips and he was there for his work commitments. Once they went to an afternoon performance at the Palladium Cinema.  During these recurrent weekly visits their casual friendship developed into something more emotionally fulfilling than either of them expected. After their breakup, David Lean allows Laura to deliver the anguished narrative, in flashback, when the doctor takes his family to a new life in South Africa. Her desire and longing for Alec only gets more intense. The heartache and despair felt by Laura is brilliantly portrayed. As Laura relates the story her face projects the feelings and emotions perfectly. The chemistry between Laura and Alec is exquisite. Their flawless sense of decorum and style all through film is a tribute to that British dignity and decency of the 1930’s.

The first colour film was made in 1908. It wasn’t until the late 1940’s when colour films became more common. Like most films of the early 1940’s “Brief encounter” was made in B&W. The superb cinematography in the railway station with the focus on low lighting and the loud announcements from the public-address system creates the ideal ambience for the story. B&W makes the images menacingly atmospheric. This also suited the story perfectly depicting a certain poignance, a place faraway and of a time long ago.

The film is etched in nostalgia to an era when public transport was the norm and cars were expensive and few. Steam trains were popular and ran on time. The noise, dust and the puffs of smoke make us remember that era of steam with much affection. The hustle and bustle of a busy train station adds to the urgency of their brief meetings. The camera eavesdrops on their random mundane conversations. The announcements on the public address system of train arrivals and departures conveys the beginnings and the endings of their trysts abruptly adding to the agony and the ecstasy. The emotional rollercoaster of the illicit affair is beautifully portrayed.

There are certain songs and melodies that are inextricably linked to films. They seem to linger in our sub conscious minds forever. Anytime we hear the music our thoughts are directed to parts of the movie. This is so with Lara’s theme in Dr Zhivago, “As time goes by” in Casablanca and eminently true for Brief encounter. The theme music that is played right through the film is Rachmaninov’s piano concerto No.2. This is recognised as an epic work of genius. Rachmaninov (1873- 1943) was a Russian composer and pianist. He composed the score in 1900 when he had recovered from clinical depression. He dedicated his work to his psychotherapist. The second movement creates a cloud of sentimentality ideally suited, in particular, for the important final scene in Brief encounter. After the Revolution he left Russia and settled in New York.

Human history is littered with stories of adultery since the beginning of time. “Thou shalt not commit adultery” remains one of the Biblical Ten Commandments for Christians. Religions, Society and even the current legal systems take a dim view of adultery. There are strong cultural norms too that discourage such behaviour. This film made in those censorious times, family and stability are respected and preserved. The moral of the story has remained consistent since the film was first shown in 1945. However, with the passage of years people are more understanding of how such a situation could occur. Unplanned, inopportune, and inelegant, this is how romance happens in the real world. Marriage vows are sacred, and the union is sacrosanct. We salute Laura and Alec. They both earn our sympathy and respect for their wisdom.

It is important there is a release for marriages that are beyond reconciliation for a multitude of reasons. A further discussion on this subject goes beyond the scope of my remit.

Although there is a loathing for adultery and extramarital affairs, people love to know and hear about it. The media are quick to publish salacious details. With the modern way of life, men and women mix freely at work, home, and social functions. The social media and emails on mobile phones allow secrecy and easier contact. This enhances the opportunities for clandestine relationships providing the climate for gossip and innuendo. Hollywood, Bollywood and film makers around the world make use of this human weakness to create gripping stories that become money spinners for them. It is now hard to find a movie without such steamy and sensuous details.

This film is a timeless classic. Brief Encounter grabs you from start to finish. It’s a great story beautifully told. The movie is a masterclass in cinematography. I have made a conscious effort not to outline the entire story just in case I have enticed a reader to see the film. It is a gentle reminder of what it is like to be in love!! One may even search the past for similar events in one’s own life. I have watched Brief encounter many times and have been genuinely moved each time. It still is one of the most cherished movie experiences I’ve had. 

Sunday, February 11, 2024

Asoka Wijeyekoon's Funeral Ceremony

Asoka Wijeyekoon's Funeral Ceremony 11th Feb 2024

At Jayaratne Funeral Hall on the opposite side of the  road from Borella Kanatta entrance

Pictures extracted from Live broadcast on YouTube.

REPORT: From Srianee Dias. (Thanks very much for sending this report- Speedy)

“Just returned from AÅ›oka’s funeral ceremony.  Pram, Lama and I were the only ones there.  I got a chance to talk to Sanjaya and Bhatiya, who seemed to be very nice guys.  They have been checking the blog and were very appreciative of the comments, Nihal’s eulogy and your (Mahendra’s)  ‘Ode to Lubber.’  Sanjay read the Ode!  He suggested that friends and relatives should visit the blog!!!  We may have people from Australia and UK checking in!”

 











Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Asoka Wijeyekoon passes away. Eulogy by ND Amerasekera

Asoka Wijeyekoon passes away

We have lost another Batch colleague

News has reached us that Asoka “Lubber” Wijeyekoon passed away in London in December last year. He is the 53rd in our Batch to do so.

During his visits to Sri Lanka, on a few occasions he has joined Pram’s get-togethers at her residence and this is from a photograph taken at one in 2019.

Please read message from his son Sanjaya.

We like to extend our deepest commiserations to his family. May he Rest In Peace. 

Stop press: Message from his son Sanjaya whom I contacted.

He died in London at st Bartholomew Hospital on the 22nd December. He was on a short trip to London and promptly went into heart failure on arrival, was admitted to cardiology, started to develop some tachyarrythmias and then attempted an emergency pacemaker but sadly went into cardiac arrest on the evening of the 22nd and died. We only got to see him briefly before the event. He had a PM unfortunately as the cause of death was uncertain and was cremated in the UK. My brother is coming with his ashes to SL and we planned a small ceremony here as per his final wishes. I’m sorry we did not have everyone’s contact details but I messaged Professor Lamabadasuriya and also emailed the 62 medical school group. We are holding a small ceremony at Jayaratne funeral hall on the opposite side of the  road from borella kanatta entrance on Sunday the 11th February at 10 am. We have a video link too for those who cannot attend but would like to view the proceedings  

Here is the link:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwqKomz9Z-M

I think this is on 11th Feb, at 09.00 am SL which is 03.30 am UK

Click on it on the day.

I think his two sons, both medical Consultants in the UK are Bhatya (Rheumatologist) and Sanjaya (Colorectal surgeon). I am grateful to Nihal (ND) Amarasekera who wrote this beautiful eulogy at very short notice. 

Asoka Wijeyekoon – A Tribute to my friend

By Dr Nihal D Amerasekera


Friendships are one of life’s golden gifts. Those made in our youth are specially gilded to last a lifetime. It is hard to replicate that closeness in associations later on in life. In our life’s journey we find friends who walk with us a short way and move out of our sight.
 

This is a eulogy for Lubber and also an appreciation of our friendship of many years. After five gruelling years in medical school we worked together for another four years in the Central Blood Bank in Colombo, a large slice of our young lives. We managed to hang on to our friendship despite the distances, careers, family commitments and the many bouquets and brickbats of life. It is indeed a tribute to our friendship. 

I recall most vividly the legendary Law-Medical, the intrusion into the cricket match at Reid Avenue and questioning the umpire. The gory details are best forgotten and buried deep. I am certain a résumé is analysed and remembered at reunions and gatherings after a generous dash of the social lubricant. 


Final year trip Kurunegala? Badulla? Igloo" HO's quarters.
 Lubber is squatting behind Lakshman Jayasinghe and Yankee Bala



At our final year trip, Lubber’s memorable performance took centre stage. In the chill night-air he wore just his tie and nil else. When asked who he was, he said “I am Argyle Robertson’s pupil”. Even now, this legendary moment never fails to raise a smile. That was a fitting farewell to a journey none of us will ever forget. When this episode was mentioned previously, Sanath Lamabadusuriya commented this took place in Kurunegala and not in Badulla, as I recalled. I would most certainly trust his memory more than my own. 

My first meeting with Lubber in med school was perhaps unremarkable, hence lost in the fog of time. I do recall Sunil De Silva’s long tale of how  his classmate from Royal College ,Asoka Wijeyakoon, came to be called Lubber. It seemed Asoka’s teenage swagger on terra firma was like that of a sailor. The term ‘land lubber’ was shortened to lubber. Although most plausible, Sunna’s stories were told with a poker face blurring the fine line between fact into fiction. Despite being at either end of the alphabet we met up in the common room for a tea and a chat. The common room was a very special place for us medical students. It was our own retreat and shelter from the storms of Faculty life. I have often watched him deep in thought over a game of chess with Satchy. He joined in the conversations with his endless stream of wise-cracks. Listening to the repartee between Chanaka Wijesekera, Sunil De Silva and Lubber Wijeyakoon was spontaneous comedy at its best. It moved from the ridiculous to the farcical. The ‘one liners’were brilliantly intelligent and hilariously funny. Those were indeed touches of genius taking the noble art of comedy to a whole new level. I wish we had smartphones to record those treasures for posterity. Their quick wit and humour must swirl in the ether of that common room. The Faculty years passed swiftly. After the ‘finals’ we were thrust into the lions’ den of the wider world. Then marriage and careers usurped our lives. None of it was easy!!

I was thrilled to see that familiar swagger entering the Central Blood Bank in Colombo when I was a Medical Officer of that institution in the early 1970’s. We clicked instantly. I was then a drifter at a loose end and was grateful for his company. I do recall our evenings at some of the popular bars discussing philosophy, politics and religion. Those were heady days of idealism, ambition and youthful optimism. There were occasions I joined Lubber for company in his blood donation programs in the out-stations. One that stands out is a trip to Galgamuwa on the road to Anuradhapura. We stayed at the DMO’s quarters as he was away. Emptying his fridge of the amber nectar we chatted deep into the night when we heard a group of girls singing “Oyathamai Bamba ketu ekkana”. In our inebriation they sounded like a choir of angels. Then again, we spent a memorable evening in the verandah of the Nikeweratiya Rest House polishing a bottle of Molasses discussing the world, politics and our ambitions and aspirations. These images still haunt me.

I recall the dark days of 1960’s and 70’s with sadness. Sri Lankan politics was in turmoil. The economy was in a perilous state. Our lives and careers were at a standstill. I remember it so well. Mahendra Gonsalkorala, Lubber and I debating the pros and cons of leaving Sri Lanka. We couldn’t see an end to the political and economic crisis that crippled our country. They were emotionally charged discussions that left us in a wilderness of confusion. After much deliberation we joined the rest of the herd for greener pastures abroad. Although I had agonised about it, I never realised the enormity of that decision. My youthful exuberance protected me from the fear of reality. 

I was immensely fortunate to have Lubber to travel with me to the UK. We boarded the Swissair DC10 and comforted each other until our transit at Zurich. We were dying for a beer. Money was in short supply and we had to syndicate to share a bottle that calmed our nerves. After a change of plane we disembarked at Heathrow airport. I can still remember that cold and wet June afternoon in 1974. There on the concourse of the airport we said our goodbyes and parted company. Lubber disappeared into a Psychiatric Hospital in the heart of Sussex. I started my journey in Pathology in Chase Farm Hospital in Greater London. We kept in touch and met up a few times. Each time we had some drinks and listened to our favourite Sinhala music of Victor Ratnayake which brought back fond memories of our final few years in Colombo. To be frank it was a tough time for us in the UK too. As we drowned in our careers and family obligations there was hardly any time to keep up with friends. There were long periods of silence and we never met on our journey up the professional ladder. When I went into the abstract world of Radiology, Lubber became a respected Consultant Psychiatrist in a London Hospital. 

It was a couple of decades later I met Lubber again this time in his pad in London when he cooked a meal for me and my family. We talked a lot about times past, of mutual friends and the pleasures and perils of life. After we parted our contact remained an occasional phone call, out of the blue, and a warm query on how life treated us. It was a shock to our system when our children left the nest. He is rightly proud of his two sons who are Consultants in the National Health Service. 

The years rolled by as retirement loomed. Our careers ended as it started with uncertainty and some trepidation. The next I heard of Lubber was when he left the UK. A little birdie told me he was living it up in Bangkok and spending his retirement in ‘well earned’ luxury. No doubt it’s everyone dream to be happy. I thought I had lost contact completely until one day, on a whim, I used an old phone number and sent him a message on WhatsApp.  A few days passed and to my surprise I got a reply. His messages were brief and always after a prolonged latent period. 

In May this year I booked a family holiday in Bangkok. Lubber now spends time in Colombo and Bangkok. He made a special effort to be in Bangkok during my visit. He invited us to stay with him in his condominium. Getting into a taxi and finding a location in Thailand is fraught with difficulty due to language problems. Never being a part of the British Empire, Thai people do not speak much English. We felt it would be best to meet near my hotel. It was such a pleasure to see him again, a little more grey and more rotund than I knew. He decided to stay the night at my hotel in the best top floor room. We started a drink in his room and caught up with the lost years of friends, family and our life’s journey. Lubber is tremendous company with or without a drink and has retained many of his formidable intellectual gifts. As always after a drink his wit and humour takes over. We had a fine seafood dinner followed by more drink and chat. Unlike the hard-nosed yours truly, Lubber has a certain empathy for the less fortunate and the downtrodden. He rewarded the waiters and waitresses most generously.  We parted company not knowing if we would ever meet again. 

 After several months I was pleasantly surprised to hear from him in London. He was staying in a hotel near Moorgate where we decided to meet. It was wonderful to see him again. Lubber is as always upbeat about life but very aware of the ironies, mirages and illusions that we all must face. Now more than ever life’s oases and their many pleasures drift past us far too quickly. We spoke for just a couple of hours as he had to take a taxi to Heathrow Airport for his return to Colombo. As I think about life, I am convinced more than ever, our lives are a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, within an enigma – to misquote Winston Churchill.  

When I look back the memories of 50+ years, Lubber was a kind, sociable friend and a unique human being. This is not an attempt to deify him. He too has the same faults we all possess. As in his youth Lubber is extraordinarily frank, fears no one and retained an aura of gravitas from his ‘consultant’ days. He had the remarkable ability to bring to any discussion a huge degree of intelligence derived from lateral thinking. I am ever grateful we were able to meet. It is true we go back to the beginning as we get to the end. 

It was, and will always remain, one of the great privileges of my life to have known him.  

May he find eternal Peace.

 

Friday, February 2, 2024

The song "The Last Farewell" by Speedy

The Last Farewell- Mahendra's version and interpretation of a classic song by Roger Whittaker

Mahendra "Speedy" Gonsalkorale.  The lyrics appear at the end of the post.

I give my own imaginary interpretation of this sailor being an English sailor who fell in love with not only a girl in Sri Lanka, but with the country itself. The backing track from Smule Karaoke is the Elvis version in a different key but basically the same. You can watch it in window below or click on the YouTube link to see it.


Many colleagues have asked me to post another musical production of mine and I am obliging!

Released in 1971, this iconic song tells a story of love, loss, and the bittersweet farewell of two souls. Whittaker’s soulful voice and heartfelt delivery make this song a classic that continues to resonate with listener.

The lyrics of The Last Farewell paint a vivid picture of a sailor bidding farewell to his beloved as he embarks on a perilous voyage. The song explores themes of longing, separation, and the inevitable end that awaits their love. It evokes a sense of melancholy and nostalgia, reminding us of the transient nature of life and the fleetingness of meaningful connections.

Roger Whittaker drew inspiration for The Last Farewell from his own experiences as a sailor during his youth. He wanted to capture the essence of love and longing in a heartfelt song that resonated with his personal story.

While The Last Farewell is not based on a specific true event, it encapsulates the universal emotions experienced by sailors and their loved ones when facing separation. It draws on the collective experiences of sailors throughout history.

I gave my own imaginary interpretation of this sailor being English and who fell in love with a girl in Sri Lanka

“For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell”. 

His love was not just for the girl, but for the country.

Background

Roger Henry Brough Whittaker (1936 – 2023) was a British singer-songwriter and musician. He is best known for his baritone singing voice and trademark whistling ability as well as his guitar skills.

Whittaker was born in Nairobi, then in British Kenya, to English parents. His father was injured in a motorcycle accident and the family moved from Staffordshire to a farm near Thika, Kenya, because of its warmer climate. His grandfather sang in various clubs and his father played the violin  Whittaker learned to play the guitar on an instrument made for him during WW2 by an Italian Prisoner of War.

Whittaker moved to Britain in September 1959 to continue his teaching career. He studied at the University College of North Wales and obtained BSc degree.  He Sang in local clubs during this time. He said later that "I guess I was an entertainer who was a biochemist for a while, rather than the other way around".

In 1975, EMI released "The Last Farewell", a track from Whittaker's 1971 New World in the Morning album. It became his biggest hit and a signature song, selling more than 11 million copies worldwide.

Whittaker's father never forgave his son for abandoning a medical career, and their differences were never resolved. His parents attended none of their son's concerts and refused to participate in the episode of This Is Your Life when he was the subject.

 After living in Ireland for some years, he retired with his wife to France in 2012. He died in a hospital near Toulouse on 13 September 2023, aged 87.

Whittaker hosted a radio programme in The UK, backed by an orchestra with arrangements by Zack Lawrence. Roger Whittaker said, "One of the ideas I had was to invite listeners to send their poems or lyrics to me and I would make songs out of them. We got a million replies, and I did one each week for 26 weeks. Ron A. Webster, a silversmith, sent Roger Whittaker his poem entitled "The Last Farewell," and this song became one of the selections to appear on the radio program. It was recorded and sold and became one of the fifty all-time singles to have sold 10 million or more physical copies worldwide. The single reached the Top 20 on the Billboard Hot 100 Chart, peaking at number 19 in June 1975, the only single of Whittaker's career to appear on the Hot 100.] The song first hit the Canadian charts in November 1974 and peaked at number 64 in December. It then re-entered the charts in April 1975.

The response in America led the single to success in other parts of the world, including the United Kingdom, peaking at number 2 on the UK Singles Chart. It was kept from number 1 in the UK by Rod Stewart's "Sailing", resulting in an oddity that the top 2 longs in the UK singles chart at the time had a nautical theme. "The Last Farewell" also went to number 1 in 11 other countries, selling an estimated 11 million copies worldwide, making it Whittaker's best-known song.

The Last Farewell has been covered by numerous artists over the years, including Elvis Presley, Anne Murray, and Nana Mouskouri. Each rendition brings a unique interpretation, showcasing the song’s timeless appeal.

Footnote: The lyrics

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into Hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell