After Fifty Years - A tribute to Indra Anandasabapathy
by Nihal D. Amerasekera
Indra and I hail from that great institution on Baseline Road in full view of the Welikada Prison. We were berated by our teachers that if we don’t tread the straight and narrow path we may end-up in the ‘hotel’ in front of our gates. Despite the generous offer of free food and lodging in the ‘hotel’ opposite we managed to find gainful employment in a more salubrious place not too far from the noise and grime of Punchi Borella. Perhaps we missed out meeting some of the illustrious and colourful characters that walked the corridors of that ‘infamous hotel’.
Indra was always a clever, quiet and studious guy who
avoided the rough and tumble. Despite the dirt and stains of the laboratory
practicals, he managed to always be dressed immaculately in a brilliant white
unstained shirt and trouser. The creases on his well ironed trousers were
strikingly sharp and could slice a loaf of bread. He maintained this sartorial
elegance all through medical school. Who could forget his skill in identifying
the carpal bones while they were still in his pocket!!
We have kept in touch on ‘Facetime’ over the years seeing
ourselves grow older and wiser. Sometimes from Florida and at other times from his house in Staten Island, we have talked in all weathers. It is such a
pleasure to speak with Indra. I was thrilled when he said he was visiting
London and we decided to meet in Busaba off Oxford Street. It was indeed a
great pleasure to meet Rani for the first time. In the past I only knew her as
the creator of those wonderful paintings and the passionate gardener who maintained
an immaculate garden, indoors and out. They have a tremendous love of nature
and wildlife. Rani’s kindness and pleasant friendly manner made it a wonderful
meeting. We then proceeded to an Italian Coffee shop when Indra and Rani had
Devonshire Scones with clotted cream with the coffee. The conversation
continued from international politics, to Sri Lankan cricket and our lives in
retirement.
Indra still maintains the careful precision of an
anaesthetist waiting to wake us up. Although measured, Indra is a fine
raconteur and helped us enormously to reconnect and recall those great years at
school and the faculty. It was amazing that we remembered so much despite the
years. The enchantment of those years in old Ceylon still seems to haunt us.
Both Rani and Indra are kind and considerate and it was hard
for me to say goodbye. The tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged them. As I
write this note, their generous invitation to visit their home still rings in
my ears. What struck me most about Rani and Indra was their amiable honesty and
their modesty despite their many achievements. I wish them both good health and
happiness in the months and years to come. May we have the good fortune to meet
again.