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Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Some memorable portraits from the mid-20th century. Nihal D Amerasekera

Some memorable portraits from the mid-20th century

by Nihal D Amerasekera

The mid-twentieth century was a time of great upheaval, shaping not only the course of nations but also the lives of ordinary people like us. In Ceylon, the Second World War and the struggle for independence from British rule cast long shadows over our families and communities. These were the years in which we grew—from infants in our mothers’ arms to adults carrying the weight of responsibility in a changing world. It was a period of transition and enormous transformation.

As a newly independent nation, unity among the people was crucial for progress and prosperity, although at times this wisdom was overshadowed by the chaos of politics.

It has long been my wish to paint portraits of some of the people who stood at the forefront of those turbulent times. They were the faces we saw in the news, the names that stirred hope, fear, pride, or defiance. In painting them, I hope to preserve not only their images but also the memory of an era that shaped who we became.

The biggest upheaval in the Indian subcontinent in the last century was the partition of India. By this division in 1947, two independent dominion states were born. It was done on religious lines into India and Pakistan. East Pakistan later became Bangladesh. It led to one of the largest mass migrations in history. It displaced 15 million people and caused about a million deaths. Lord Mountbatten, Jawaharlal Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi and Mohammed Ali Jinnah were the personalities involved in the process who worked tirelessly for a peaceful transition. The partition remains a raw and painful memory for many.

Since politics is naturally divisive, I have chosen not to share my personal views or pass judgment on their actions. Instead, I’m reminded of Mark Antony’s words in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar: “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.”

There exists an ancient taboo, later crystallised into a well-known aphorism popularised by the Spartan philosopher Chiron of ancient Greece: De mortuis nihil nisi bonum — “speak no ill of the dead.” I hold his wisdom and philosophy in high regard.

Our education has brought us to where we are today. I have included portraits of two of our teachers in the faculty of Medicine, Colombo, to represent the many who taught and educated us beyond the call of duty. I have nothing but praise for them all.


Prof O.E.R  Abhayaratne

The Professor will be remembered for his personal qualities of kindness, integrity, warmth and humanity. Now I realise the sheer scale of his vision and his professionalism. Many of us have been greatly enriched by having known him and being his students. Our thanks go to one of the greats of our time and one of the finest to walk the corridors of the faculty. He truly was a credit to our profession. He left the world a better place and left the faculty of medicine up there with the finest institutions in the world. We will forever keep him in grateful memory.

Prof. H.V.J Fernando

He was appointed as Professor in 1959 and became a fine teacher of Forensic Medicine at the Faculty of Medicine, Colombo. In 1961, Professor Fernando took a one-year sabbatical leave and proceeded to London and was successful in the Barrister’s examination of Lincoln’s Inn, London.

In 1965 there was a lavish party for the medical fraternity at the Health Department Sports Club under the auspices of the Medical Students Union. Drinks flowed freely and there was a lot of it about. That was such a fun afternoon. When the alcohol levels rose so did the background noise. Prof HVJ Fernando and Dr WDL Fernando (JMO) warmed up to the occasion and sang with great forensic detail their signature tune of “Officer’s daughter who hanged and died”. This popular song was sung with such intensity and passion; they received a rapturous ovation. I still keep a recording of the song sung by Eranga and Priyanga to recall those happy times of my youth.

In 1982, he became the Registrar of the Ceylon Medical Council. Professor Fernando passed away peacefully on 2nd May 1998.


D.S Senanayake

He was born in 1884 and educated at St Thomas’ College. He served as the Minister of Agriculture for 15 years in the State Council. He became the leader of the Sri Lanka Independence Movement. Prior to independence, D.S Senanayake said: Irrespective of whether we be Sinhala, Tamil, Muslim or Eurasian we are one single nation, the Sri Lankan nation. Long live the Lankan nation!" I wish this is engraved in the hearts and minds of every Sri Lankan. These words came to haunt our people in later years.

In 1946 he turned down the offer of a Knighthood from the British Government and he did so politely.

He was the first Prime Minister of Ceylon (1947–52) when the country gained independence from Great Britain. An avid horseman, Senanayake died from injuries received when his horse threw him age 67. He is affectionately considered as the "Father of the Nation". There is a D.S Senanayake school in Colombo 7 and a Senanayake Samudra in Gal Oya to remember a great Statesman.

Dr C.W.W Kannangara

CWW Kannangara was born in 1884. He was educated at Richmond College Galle and the Ceylon Law College. Dr Kannangara is the architect of the system of free education, from kindergarten to university, that exists today in Sri Lanka. The establishment of free education in 1945 is celebrated as a tremendous national achievement, significantly contributing to widespread literacy and greater social equality. He passed away in 1969 at the age of 84.

Mahendra Gonsalkorale has written a fine tribute to Dr CWW Kannangara, which is available on our Blog.


 
 Sir John Kotelawela

He was born in 1897 to a wealthy landowning and mining family. He was educated at Royal College and Cambridge University. Sir John served in the Military for 23 years finally as a Colonel in the Ceylon Light Infantry. He was the Prime Minister of Ceylon from 1953-56. He is known as an aggressively outspoken person who loved sports and horse riding. When he was asked in parliament where he learnt his French he said "Under the blankets in Paris, where else do you think?".  His words were excluded from the Hansard in haste!! He left his enormous wealth and properties to the Kotelawala Defence Academy for training men in the Army. Now there is a Kotelawela Defence University named in his honour. He passed away age 83.

S.W.R.D Bandaranaike

SWRD Bandaranaike  was born to the aristocracy in 1899 and lived at a mansion in Horagolla.  He was educated at St Thomas’ College Colombo and  Oxford University. In 1925, he was called to the Bar in London. His entry into politics marked a significant change in the history of modern Ceylon. SWRD Bandaranaike formed the political party, the MEP,  and became its leader. He soon rose to become the Prime Minister of Ceylon 1956-59. He was assassinated while being the Prime Minister age 60.


Sirimavo Bandaranaike

Sirimavo Bandaranaike was born in 1916 in Ratnapura. She was educated in a Catholic institution but remained a Buddhist all her life.  She became the Prime Minister of Sri Lanka in 1960, following the assassination of her husband, S.W.R.D. Bandaranaike. She served three terms in office and led the Sri Lanka Freedom Party. Notably, she was the world’s first female Prime Minister and the first woman elected as head of government.

She carried on with the socialist policies started by her husband and aligned herself with the left movement.  Her government went on to nationalise of foreign assets.

One of her famous quotes : "History is full of examples of the disastrous consequences that came upon such nations that changed their constitutions by giving one man too much power". She passed away in October 2000 age 84.

Sir Oliver Goonetilleke

Oliver Goonetilleke was born in Trincomalee in 1892. He had his education at Wesley College Colombo and London University. In 1931 he became the Auditor General of Ceylon. He was one of the key architects of Ceylon’s Independence and became involved with the independence movement with D.S Senanayake. They drafted the Independence Ceylon Act which was introduced to the House of Commons at Westminster.

In 1954 Sir Oliver Goonetilleke succeeded Lord Soulbury to become the first Ceylonese Governor General of the country. He was well known for his quick wit and intelligence and was also a consummate negotiator and political tactician. His tenure had lasted eight years and had included five prime ministers.

The eminent Journalist Tarzie Vittachi praised the qualities that made the “old fox” a perfect choice for the job: “his razor-sharp mind, his adeptness at bluffing his way through the stickiest mess, his ability to visualize the opponent’s manoeuvres three moves ahead”.

After the attempted coup d’etat in 1962, although Sir Oliver played no part in it, he was replaced by William Gopallawa as the Governor General. He passed away in 1978 age 86.


J.R Jayawardene

Junius Richard Jayawardene was born in Colombo in 1906. He had his education at Royal College Colombo, Ceylon University College and the Ceylon Law College. In 1948 he joined the UNP and became the first minister of finance of independent Ceylon.

He gained recognition for his speech at the Japan Peace Treaty Conference in San Francisco in 1951, where he quoted the Buddha’s words: “Hatred does not end by hatred, but only by love.” This gesture won him the lasting gratitude and friendship of the Japanese people.

He introduced constitutional changes that created the position of Executive President and went on to become Sri Lanka’s first president in 1978. The merits of this decision remain a subject of debate.

After serving two terms, President Jayewardene retired on January 1, 1989. He passed away in 1996 age 90 years.

Ranasinghe Premadasa

Ranasinghe Premadasa was born in Colombo in 1924. He had his education at St Joseph’s College Colombo. The top political leadership in Sri Lanka has always been in the hands of high caste landed aristocracy coming from affluent families. He came from a family of modest means. A self-made man, he was the first "commoner" to hold the top jobs in politics. He was the Prime Minister of Sri Lanka from 1978-89 and the President of the country from 1989-93. He served as a member of the Colombo Municipal Council for many years. He was assassinated in 1993 at the age of 69.

 

Mahatma Gandhi

Gandhi was born in India in 1869 and grew up in Gujarat.

He was a man of enormous courage, charm and wisdom.  One of his famous quotes stands out: "There is a sufficiency in the world for man's need but not for man's greed".

He was a lawyer and politician who became the leader of the Indian Independence Movement against British rule. Gandhi came to be considered “the father of the nation.” He was known for his nonviolent protests, also known as Satyagraha. He spent two decades in South Africa. Mahatma Gandhi never held government office, but was regarded as the country's supreme political and spiritual leader and the principal force in achieving India's independence. He was assassinated in 1948 at the age of 79.

Jawaharlal Nehru

Jawaharlal Nehru was born in 1889 into an aristocratic family. He received his education at Harrow School in London and later at Cambridge University. He rose to prominence as a leading figure in India’s nationalist movement during the 1930s and 1940s. For his role in the struggle for independence, Nehru was imprisoned by the British. In all, he spent more than nine years in jail an experience he vividly described in his seminal work “The Discovery of India”.

Following independence in 1947, India and Pakistan emerged as two separate nations. Nehru became the first prime minister of India, serving until 1964. He is also remembered for shaping India’s foreign policy through his commitment to non-alignment.

Nehru once remarked, “Without peace, all other dreams vanish” - a truth that continues to resonate deeply. He passed away in 1964 at the age of 74.


Indira Gandhi

Indira Gandhi was born in 1917. She attended the Badminton School in Bristol and Oxford University.

Indira Gandhi, the daughter of Jawaharlal Nehru, became one of India’s most influential stateswomen and served as Prime Minister from 1966 to 1977. She maintained close ties with the Soviet Union and faced conflicts with both China and Pakistan.

She once said: "There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those who take the credit. Try to be in the first group; there is less competition there".

During her tenure, she also confronted a Sikh separatist movement. In 1984, she was assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards.

 Mohammed Ali Jinnah

Mohammed Ali Jinnah was born in 1876 in Karachi. He was called to the bar in London. After returning to Bombay, he began practising law and soon became deeply engaged in politics. As the founder of Pakistan, he served as its first Governor-General until his death in 1948. Jinnah stressed the importance of “Faith, Unity, and Discipline” as guiding principles for the new nation. He was a strong advocate of equal rights for all citizens, rooted in the ideals of fraternity, equality, and liberty. He also openly acknowledged and supported the vital role of women in society. Even today, Mohammed Ali Jinnah, remains a greatly respected person in Pakistan. He passed away just a year after the partition of India at the age of 71. 

Sunday, September 14, 2025

OCTOGENARIANS WE ALL ARE!

OCTOGENARIANS WE ALL ARE!

Mahendra "Speedy" Gonsalkorale

We are all now proud Octogenarians, without a single exception. That is a long time to live, but I am not complaining!

Apart from water, food and oxygen, we need most of all a sense of humour. And here is an outstanding example of good humour.

This oft-quoted adapted lyrics from her well-known song, My Favourite Things, by the famous actress Julie Andrews, who needs no introduction, and hence providing one as required by the Octogenarian Society.

Then and Now







Dame Julie Andrews (born Julia Elizabeth Wells; 1 October 1935) is an English actress, singer, and author. She was awarded numerous accolades throughout her career spanning over eight decades, including an Academy Award, a British Academy Film Award, three Emmy Awards, three Grammy Awards, and seven Golden Globe Awards as well as nominations for three Tony Awards.

She also has a Granny award as she has several grandchildren!

One of the biggest box office draws of the 1960s, Andrews has been honoured with the Kennedy Centre Honours in 2001, the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2007, and the AFI Life Achievement Award in 2022. She was made a Dame (DBE) by Queen Elizabeth II in the 2000 New Year Honours. 

Julie Andrews Turning  85

To commemorate her birthday, Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP.  One of the musical numbers she performed was 'My Favourite Things' from the legendary movie 'The Sound of Music'.  Here are the lyrics she used: 

Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things
 
Cadillacs and cataracts,  hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
  These are a few of my favourite things.
 
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
     And then I don't feel so bad.
 
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
    These are a few of my favourite things.
 
Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',  
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
  When we remember our favourite things.
 
When the joints ache, When the hips break,
     When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
      And then I don't feel so bad.

Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from most of the crowd (some remained seated for very valid reasons), which lasted over four minutes and repeated encores. Please share Ms. Andrews' clever wit and humour with others who would appreciate it.

(Apologies to our US friends for anglicising the spelling. I hope you accept it with good humour (humor), as most of my favourite (favorite) US friends do, in an honourable (honorable), manner.

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Padmini Goonewardena passes away

Padmini Goonewardena passes away

Mahendra 'Speedy' Gonsalkorale

I report with great sadness that we have received news of the passing of Padmini (Pathmani) Goonewardena. The circumstances of her demise are unusual. I heard that she had embarked on a journey in her car from her retirement complex in California to view her previous residence and was missing for a few days. Sadly, her car was found with her lifeless body in it. Apparently, she had a massive myocardial infarct.

Padmini sat next to me in the Physiology Lecture theatre, with Gnanissara on my other side. 

She did her internship in Ratnapura, and was part of the Exodus to the USA and worked as a Neonatologist in Turlock, California

Chirasri recalled a memory of Padmini in one of our Blog posts - "I used to travel in a private car and pick up late Priya and Kamini from Dickmans Road and Padmini from Isipathana Mawatha. During College days, we were in and out of our houses".

Shanti Nalliah has been in touch with her and was expecting a visit from Padmini this Summer (2025) but she did not turn up. Shanti contacted Padmini's younger sister, Lalitha, who lives in London, and she gave her the news about her last car journey.


I last met Padmini at our 2017 Batch Reunion at Jetwing Hotel, Negombo. I was surprised to find her a keen dancer with a much more lively personality than I remembered her in our Batch days. The photo here is an extraction from a big group photo, and I apologise for the poor quality. If anybody has a recent, better photo, please send it to me, and I shall add it to this post.

May she Rest in Peace.

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

LAREEF IDROOS IS SERIOUSLY ILL

UPDATE SEPT 1st 2025. LAREEF IDROOS PASSES AWAY

Message from Rajan Ratnesar 1st September  2025

Lareef passed away a few minutes ago. Please pray for his family, Nabila, Shireen, Sabrina and Samantha. Passing of another great friend.  Rajan

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LAREEF IDROOS IS SERIOUSLY ILL (20th August 2025)

A collection of appreciations and memories from colleagues


We have received news that our beloved batchmate, Lareef Idroos, is seriously ill. He is being well cared for in a Hospice.

I have had many messages of appreciation from batchmates, and I shall be publishing them in this post over the next few days.

Lareef is a charming and popular person, a thorough gentleman, who specialised in Nephrology after emigrating to the USA. He is an Old Thomian and, apart from being a skilled physician, he is well known as one of Sri Lanka’s most talented cricketers. He is one of a select band of cricketers who have represented two countries (Sri Lanka and the USA) in cricket at the highest level (another being our own Cyril Ernest). Such leaders in sports and academia are rare to find. He excelled in cricket as a leg spin and googly bowler. Lareef played for St. Thomas’ College, Mount Lavinia (as captain), SSC and the University of Ceylon and also represented the country with distinction before the country gained test status. His University side created history in Sara Trophy and university cricket, by becoming the first and the only champion side (1962/63). 

He was re-elected President of the Sri Lanka Medical Association of North America, West Coast in March 2012. He was first elected to the post in February 2010.

His generosity and support for his home country were demonstrated when Lareef and Nadarasa Vishveshwara, who are both members of our batch, paid a visit to the Colombo Medical Faculty Library a few years ago and donated books worth Rupees two million to the library. During his tenure as President, the SLMA of North America also assisted the Jaffna Medical Faculty and the Jaffna Surgical ICU.  The Cancer section in Kurunegala Hospital and the Paediatric section of the Cancer Hospital have also been beneficiaries.

He settled permanently in California with his wife, Nabila, and their three daughters, Shireen, Sabrina, and Samira. Lareef and Nabila were frequent attendees at our Batch Reunions.

Let us all pray for him and his family for comfort and courage.

There are numerous articles featuring Lareef on our blog. Simply type 'Lareef Idroos' in the search bar to access them.

Mahendra "Speedy" Gonsalkorale, Blog Admin.

Messages

Nihal (ND) Amarasekera

I am sorry Lareef is unwell. He’s such a nice guy. I last met him in 2012 at the Cinnamon Grand. He was with Cyril Ernest. We had a lovely chat. I hope he is comfortable and free of pain.

Rajan Ratnesar

I did visit him last weekend, he still looks the same with his mind alert. We talked about his illness and he has accepted the terminal nature of it. I don't think Larif and Nabila would mind if we mention that he is on Hospice. Sad to see a good friend and active person like Larif going through this

Suri Amerasekera

So very sad to hear of Lareef's illness. He was always with a smile and a sense of fun. I will certainly uphold Lareef in my prayers for relief from pain and peace of mind.Also, Nabeela, whom I got to know during our many batch reunions in Sri Lanka, for Comfort and Strength at this difficult time.

Srianee Dias

I was also very sad to get the news of Lareef’s illness. I have many fond memories of him, while in Medical College and later.  Like everyone else, I wish him freedom from pain and peace.  I sent him an email, which I hope Nabila or one of his daughters will read to him.   

“CG” is the Thomian Centenary Group.  Lareef always joined them whenever he was in Sri Lanka and supported their activities from afar.  I think they are all aware of his illness now.

Swyrie Balendra

I heard about Lareef a couple of days ago. My wish for him now is that he is pain free for the rest of the time. It’s indeed very sad news.

Jimmy Wickremasinghe

I was sorry to hear about Lareef. He is such a nice guy.

Susheila Thiagarajah

Sorry to hear about Lareef
Hope he is pain-free for the rest of his life
He was a friendly chap.

Rohini Ana
My thoughts and prayers will be with Lareef, Nabila and family. May Lareef stay comfortable and at peace until he meets his maker

Harsha Boralessa
I was very sad to hear of Lareef’s illness through my good friend Kumar Gunawardene.
He was a level-headed, sensible, disciplined, very religious and well-mannered individual.
Lareef, our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Chirasiri Jayaweera Bandara
It was very sad to hear about Laleef Idroos illness. Let us hope and pray that he will be comfortable and free of pain. I wish him all the very best !

Josephine (Edwis) Francis
Sorry to hear that our batchmate Lareef is in hospice care. I wish him pain free for the rest of his time with his loved ones.

Sanath Lamabadusuriya
I would like to echo the words my batchmates have made regarding Lareef , which I fully endorse


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Nihal D Amerasekera

It must have been 1957/58 when I was told by an inveterate cricket fan, like me, that
A 16-year-old Thomian spinner has entered the immensely competitive cricket arena.
He was Mohammed Lareef Idroos who swept in like a whirlwind. He soon became
the talk of the town during the school cricket season. Lareef mesmerised batsmen
with his beautiful rhythmic action and superb leg spin bowling. He captivated
spectators with his magic delivery which was the googly. This he disguised with such
guile and cunning. His immaculate control and subtle variations of line and length
frustrated and undermined the best batsmen. Lareef’s bowling on the breezy wicket
at Mt Lavinia was lethal and the pitch became a graveyard for visiting teams. I recall
with such clarity Lareef's Googly whipping the bails off the unwary. He took a bagful
of wickets at every match making the Thomian team simply unbeatable. In school
cricket, Lareef was ‘feared’ and respected in equal measure. His photo and his
bowling skills graced the sports pages of the daily newspapers all through the cricket
season. He was the outstanding schoolboy spin bowler of his era. Lareef revived the
art of leg spin bowling and earned his place in the pantheon of the great spin bowlers
in school cricket.

Lareef captained an invincible Thomian team in 1960. He entered the Faculty of
Medicine in Colombo in 1962 for a career in Medicine. Lareef toured with the Ceylon
Team to India in 1964/65. Lareef played for the strong University of Ceylon team that
won the coveted Sara Trophy in 1962/63.

I consider myself immensely fortunate to have had Lareef in my years at the Faculty
of Medicine. Despite the hard grind of 5 years in med school, Lareef made time for
the game he loved. Cricket was in his blood. At the faculty, he was reserved but also
courteous and polite. He remained a good friend to many. Despite his high profile,
Lareef was modest and unpretentious.

After the great dispersal from the Faculty in 1967 Lareef emigrated to the USA in the 1970’s. I never met him again until 2012. I was seated in the lobby at the Cinnamon Grand in Colombo with Senthil Sinniah who was the Wesley Cricket captain 1959/60.
It was such a pleasant surprise to see Lareef walk in with Cyril Ernest. I was so happy to see them both. We walked down memory lane, speaking of those glorious years of school cricket of the late 1950’s. Lareef, Cyril and I caught up on the lost years since leaving the Faculty. After all those years, Lareef Idroos remains a gentleman, a true sportsman and an amiable friend as I have always known him.

Lareef is on a journey we must all take in the fullness of time. May Lareef be
comfortable and free of pain.
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An email to Lareef from Kumar Gunawardane on the 20th of August 2025. Part I

My Dear Lareef,
It was wonderful talking with you the other day. The chat triggered our shared memories of the school by the sea, the Colombo medical school, and thereafter, engulfing me in a warm glow of nostalgia.

Kanthi and I remember you in our daily prayers in the mornings and at the going down of the sun, when we light lamps to our Lord Buddha and divine beings, as well as to Lord Jesus, Mother Mary, and St. Anthony of Padua. We also invoke your Lord, Allah, to protect, heal, and bless you and your family.

I think you arrived at the school by the sea in January 1951. You joined Lower 3B The form mistress was Mrs Welikala, a very pleasant motherly lady. She was very kind to all of us even the few recalcitrant ones. I recall seeing her being dropped off at school by her husband in a Morris Minor, with the daughters in the rear seat. She took most of our classes, but also there were noteworthy characters like Mr De Alwis a.k.a Poltokka our Sinhala teacher,; aptly named for his knocks on the head on errant boys. You and I likely missed out. Our class was in a long single-storey building away from the main school ; it housed the boarders’ dining room and kitchen, and also the ‘ Book Cupboard’, an apt name as it was a single small room. There was a long corridor on which we occasionally played cricket with a hard ball. A painful incident was my unprotected right knee being hit by a ball which escaped the bat .The next day it was swollen to the size of a small football. My mother applied red sandalwood paste on it and the swelling subsided after a few days. She was well-versed in our ancient systems of medicine, being a seventh-generation descendant of a reputed medical clan; it was she who steered me towards medicine. My ambition was to become an archaeologist or writer.

The redeeming feature, however, was the adjoining small botanical garden to which we non-Christians escaped during the chapel interval. The swimming pool too was next door; compulsory swimming classes for us day scholars were held once a week, which were very enjoyable, but regrettably my swimming skills are minimal. How about you? For many years, Thomians were the undisputed school swimming champions. 

The following year, were you in Upper 3 C ? Our class was in a small two storey block jutting out of a single storey building. It was as you would recall on the land side of the Big Club and there was also a tennis court nearby. Next to the two storey block were the fives courtswhich have been demolished to pave way for another structure. It’s a shame as it was donated by Dr R.L.Hayman who was one our greatest benefactors. We would sit on the railings of the fives courts and watch our cricketing heroes including you playing on the centre wicket. There was a huge banyan tree too beside which a Japanese plane had crashed during World  War 2. Beyond that was the Winchester house and the tuck shop which doubled as a sports pavilion.

The new sports pavilion named after Mr DS Senanayake was opened by his son, Dudley Senanayake. You would have been there too. Dudley made a very witty speech. The warden had said that Independence was won by DS. Dudley, in reply, said it’s not often that one gets a chance to put right one’s Warden. It was not my father who won independence for us in 1948; it was won in 1956 by SWRD. The whole Big Club, where the ceremony was held, erupted into laughter. What extraordinary people the Senayakes were!

The form master  of U3 C was Mr Muttiah, whose special form of punishment was lashing on our soft  calves with two wooden foot rulers placed one on top of each other. He was also the scout master ; we looked forward to their  annual concert , a leading performer being ‘Lokadaya’ Samarasinghe. As “Sam the Man “ he led his group at the Akase Kade which served hoppers and egg hoppers in the top floor of the Ceylinco Building. It was Ceylon’s first skyscraper and also boasted the first escalator.

You would have played in the Under-12 and Under-14 cricket teams. The master in charge of the former was, I think a Mr Manickam and the latter probably  Mr LAH Arndt , who taught us English in U 4 C. He belonged to a famous Thomian clan as did Mr D.N Pereira our form master in L4B ; he was better known as “Bulto” which he chewed after lunch in lieu of a cigarette. DNP was also renowned for his smart western attire and his beautifully polished shoes.

Your cricket would have come of age, like for many of us, under Lassie Abeywardane in the Small Club. In our time, it was more gravel than grass. Now it’s a smaller version of the ‘Big Club’ and boasts a well-equipped indoor games facility. The grounds, too, are well-maintained and well-grassed.

From Upper Four onwards, we were always in the C form. In 5 C you shared a desk with Bora and Gamini Marapana. The form master was Orville Abeynayake and the Latin teacher was Mr C.H.Davidson. In U4C Latin was taken by Cannon R.S.DE Saram. There was a wave of silence as he walked to our classroom. 

They all liked you, because you were a model student, apart from being a top-notch schoolboy cricketer. You were a good singer, too. At Warden de Saram’s farewell concert, you sang ‘Oh Island in the Sun’, the Harry Belafonte calypso. I was seated behind the Cannon in the auditorium and I saw him clapping energetically.

We were in Upper 6 C  in 1957 your initial year in the first eleven cricket team. How proud we were of you. When you left the class at 10 am after the second period on Friday morning for the match, our applause followed you till you disappeared from sight. That was a golden season for you with 49 wickets before the Royal-Thomasian, and we were so disappointed for you when you didn’t achieve the magic half-century.  But you had very good seasons in the subsequent years. Ponni related to me this intriguing yarn. At a Royal Thomian, you had four wickets when he dropped a sitter off you. There was a loud scream  from the commentary box by F.C.DE Saram. “ You T….. Bastard” He had taken a bet that you would take five wickets in that match which you subsequently did. He was a superb coach, although he used barracks-room language when annoyed. But he was generous with his praise, too.

It was such a pleasure for me to join first eleven practice from 1959 onwards. You Dennis Ferdinands, Nihal Gurusinghe, Errol Lisk, URPG, Annesley de Silva, Michael Sproule and others were so friendly and helpful. One evening Ronnie Reid joined us for a bat at practice. I was asked to pad up with him. That was the best batting of my short cricket career. I hit every bowler, including you, for boundaries all round the wicket. I was truly inspired by him.

Dennis F, who opened the bowling for Wood House, was the fastest bowler I kept to. Nihal G was very quick too, but he didn’t bowl much in the first eleven matches. There was a surfeit of talent then. I remember late URP G , a man with a unique sense of humour. We met him again at your house in Glendale. Once at a University preseason match, I held a catch diving to my left. A team member remarked, “ Gompa, you should have taken that catch. You were at leg-slip. G retorted smilingly, I moved away to applaud Kumar.”

I also remember the first match of the 1960 season against St Benedict’s at Kotahena. Cyril Ernest  was  caught by me behind the stumps in both  innings .FC praised me for my good keeping.. That night, you entertained the whole team at your parents’ spacious home. I remember your father was all smiles too. The next match against St Peter’s was on a dust bowl, and you , Thomma (BWRT) and Keith Labrooy were spinning the ball almost square. I missed a couple of chances, and that was the end of my first eleven career, although I had four scalps.

This email has now exceeded its limits. I will write the rest next time. With your permission, I will send it to our Colombo Medgrads 62 Blog to make them aware of your tremendous cricketing and medical achievements.

With kindest regards to you, Nabila and family.
Kumar

Email from Kumar Gunawardane-  Part II. 26th August 2025

My Dear Lareef and Nabila,
You both are in our prayers, every day, and we beseech our Gods to keep you in comfort and protect you.

We both joined the Colombo medical faculty in 1962. Thomians were few in number, but we were not lacking in lustre, because of renowned sportsmen like you, Ranjan Wattegedara and KDPR.  Unfortunately, that brought unwelcome attention to you, too, from unruly seniors. Bora has related the episode of the longest over. You were ordered to bowl your spinners with a shoe. After six when you thought that the ordeal had ended they said it was an Australian over (eight balls). Thereafter, every ball was a no-ball, and you had to go on and on. In hindsight, it is funny, but some of the seniors were not very pleasant.

Who were your body partners in that first term?  The self-appointed leader of our ‘body’ was Elmo Samuel, a fellow Benedictine of Cyril Ernest. He was very protective of us juniors, Irvine Herat, Chira Mallawaarchchi and me. The seniors included two lovely Ladies College alumni, and it turned out better than expected.

You would have played in the following year’s Law- Medical cricket match, where some of our mates’ unseemly behaviour led to disastrous consequences for all of us boys. However, the gallant behaviour of the other males and the support of the girls bonded the batch tightly. The immediate seniors ragged us again. Hopefully, you were not singled out the second time.
 
The ‘Great Dispersal’ (in ND’s colourful phrase )was in 1967. You remained in Colombo and I ended up in Galle with Sunna and other congenial friends. That was my “l’annee de gloire “, the year of glory. With so many achievements, it must have been one of many years of glory for you. 1962/3 would have been very special; the year that the University won the Sara trophy for the only time. We were so proud of the Old Thomians in that team: you, Nihal Gurusinghe, Buddy Reid, URP Gunatileke, and Mano Ponniah. Also, when you played in the Gopalan Trophy matches, and along with Cyril Ernest, playing for the USA, becoming a nephrologist, establishing yourself in Los Angeles, founding the STC OBA in LA and presiding over the SLMA of North America (west coast); all these would have been “ l’ anee de gloire”.

We remember the joyous times we had at our  ‘62  group reunions which you joined regularly. They were memorable occasions. And there was the fabulous wedding of your daughter, we were privileged to attend at the Anantara resort at Tangalle. The sylvan surroundings, the grand old mansion, the roar of the ocean, the moon amidst a billow of clouds, above all, the many celebrated friends and guests, amongst whom was your first cricket captain, Michael Tissera, made it such a fun and unforgettable occasion.

But I’m sure  you will remember with even more joy, how you helped our school by the sea, our Medical School and the hospital services of our land of birth. There must be many more acts of charity that we are unaware of.

As Einstein so rightly said, “ only a life lived in the service of others is worth living “
MAY ALLAH GRANT YOU PATIENCE AND STRENGTH DURING THIS DIFFICULT TIME.

Kumar 

Sunday, August 17, 2025

PAINTINGS AND PAINTERS: Kumar Gunawardane

PAINTINGS AND PAINTERS

Kumar Gunawardane

 


“A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOREVER” – in ENDYMION, A POEM BY JOHN KEATS

 


With one mighty blow, ND has demolished my writers block. The skilful reproduction of the Vermeer masterpiece, along with the polished prose and imagery, stirred not only my soul but also my wrist. The delayed response is due to my minuscule typing skills, which forces me to write first in longhand; however, this allows my thoughts to flow freely and keep the printer's devil at bay. 

Hippocrates of Kos astutely commented on medicine, “ ARS LONGA, VITA BREVIS” (art is long, life is short); so it is for writing and painting. But the reward is the finished product that delights both the amateur and the cognoscenti. Once more, I thank you, ND, for your profound efforts to keep the Blog alive and also to Mahen for preserving and sustaining this forum. 

We are so blessed to have artists of the calibre of Chira, Srianee (Bunter) and also Rani I, who have in the past provided us with visual feasts. Kanthi and I have visited Rani and Indras grand abode in Colombo, which resembles an art gallery where the salons overflow with artwork. 

My interest in paintings was first aroused by my fathers collection of prints by British artists. He had bought them from an English expatriate who was going back for good. The clear favourite was Gainsboroughs Blueboy, a full-length portrait of a young man said to be the artist's nephew. The original hangs in the Huntington gallery in San Marino, Los Angeles. Kanthi and I, many years ago, spent an informative and pleasurable afternoon there; it also houses a priceless Gutenberg bible. The mansion which once belonged to the railroad magnate Henry. E. Huntington is surrounded by a vast landscaped garden and is his gift to the nation. The Getty Centres, The Norton Simon museum and LA County Museum along with the Huntington rescues this vast city from its crass commercialism and traffic chaos. 

One of my lasting regrets is that I did not succumb to the overtures of my mother to train in music or art. She herself was a competent violinist and painter


A prized possession of mine is a watercolour of the Taj Mahal in her book of friendship. The caption reads “Patience is a virtue, Virtue is a grace, Put the three together , It will make a pretty face. Beatrice Seneviratne. Dated 12.1.29.

Every Sunday morning, my brother and I were packed off after breakfast to a grand uncle who lived nearby. He was a good landscape painter as well as a photographer in an era when cameras were expensive and rare. We affectionately called him ‘photo seeya’ alias Photographer grandpa. I must have picked up some of his skills as I did paint a thatched village hut fenced by leafy trees for school competitions. 

Another sublime opportunity was missed at STC. One of our lower school art teachers was Nalini Jayasuriya; she went on to become an internationally renowned artist who exhibited worldwide and was acclaimed for the fusion of Buddhist culture and Asian Christianity. She was a good sculptor too and got us to make a scale model of an ancient Egyptian city, for a school exhibition. We bagged a prize, which thrilled us no end but really it should have been given to Miss Nalini. Suri and Srianees mothers who also taught in the Lower School would have known her.

My mothers efforts bore fruit however in our love for literature, poetry, religion and the land of our forefathers. 

PAINTERS

I have been fortunate to have had at least a fleeting acquaintance with many great painters. This then is my story. 

GEORGE KEYT

GK was the greatest Srilankan painter of the twentieth century. I first became aware of him in an article in the Serendib in-flight magazine of Air Lanka. This to me was the best inflight magazine of them all and I have hoarded all my complimentary copies. The illustrations of his paintings and his life story fascinated me and I resolved to visit him. He was said to be living then at Sirimalwatte, a remote village in the outskirts of Kandy with his third and final wife Kusum Narayan. Previously he had lived there with his second wife Pilawela Menike. Kanthi and I after worshiping at the Kandy Dalada Maligawa went in search of the elusive artist only to be informed that he had relocated a couple of years previously. Bitterly disappointed, we returned to Australia mission unaccomplished. I had to report back to work. 

On our next visit, I finally met him in his modest house at Piliyandala, an obscure village not far away from Colombo. He was a friendly light skinned plump clean shaven middle aged man with flowing white hair dressed in a white faded Kurta and baggy pyjamas. The next two hours was one of the most fascinating educational experiences of my life. He held forth in perfect English (as befitted a scion of an aristocratic Dutch Burgher family) on Buddhism, Sri Lankan temple art , Indian philosophy, poetry and personalities. On learning that I was a cardiologist, he asked me whether I could visit again as he was worried about the health of one of his sons from Pilawala Menike.


Sasa Jataka God king Sakra painting hare on moon
I obliged readily and returned with a couple of books for autographs. One was his English translation of the poet Jayadevas Gita Govinda, a Sanskrit poem that depicts the passionate love between Lord Krishna and his beloved Radha. This book is worth buying solely for GKs voluptuous line drawings, although the poetry too is overwhelming. The other was a coffee table book of his most famous works. This time I asked him whether he had any paintings for sale. Profusely apologetic he said he had only one which was of Kusum , and was his gift to her, but the George Keyt Foundation may have some. I trekked there immediately with Kanthis brother Nimal and was lucky to pick up three sketches at a very reasonable price. Their value now has skyrocketed a thousand times. 


But to me their prime worth is the memory of this eloquent erudite genius whose masterpieces will live forever in the hearts and minds of art connoisseurs in Srilanka and elsewhere.

“Softly on his flute he plays, 

Calling to the meeting place,
Naming it with names, and saying where,
And the pollen by the breezes borne, breezes which have been on you
That pollen in his sight has high esteem,
He dwells the garland wearer, 

In the forest by the Jamna,
In the gentle breezes there”

Gita Govinda by Jayadeva. Translation by George Keyt.

AJITH

Ever since meeting GK, I felt a voiin not having at least one of his paintings. Collectors who haany would not part and whatever was up for sale was out of my league. Serendipitously, while strolling down Ananda Coomaraswamy Mawatha formerly Green Path looking at wares of budding artists, I came across Ajith whose special skill was reproducing GK paintings. They were so authentic that he would sign his name at the bottom tstop fraudsters palming them off as originals. He had a photo book frowhicwe could order our pick. Thus I became the possessor of several GK lookalike canvases.


Unfortunately, he was struck by two debilities lethal to his craft; Parkinsonism, and rheumatoid arthritis of his fingers. I helped him medically too, but he simply faded away. 


SENAKA SENANAYAKE.

Another, who could truly be called a genius is Senaka Senanayake. I purchased a painting of his in 1983 during the period of ethnic disturbances. Mahinda, a brother of Kanthi's, took me to his house. A delightful personality, I was able to leisurely peruse many of his works and finally selected what I still consider to be one of his masterpieces.
This is of a young family totally unclad but not offensively nude. Later he stopped painting human figures , supposedly due to adopting the Sai Baba faith. My next meeting with him was in a Business Class lounge at Singapore airport. Although older , he was still a charming gentleman and a good conversationalist.
 


RAJA SEGAR


This
was another whose style was perhaps unusual but distinctive. Mahinda and I met him in the Cinnamon Lakeside hotel gallery and then accompanied him to his home and studio in Ja Ela. Although relatively unknown he already had one of his paintings on the back cover of a Readers Digest issue. I was able to acquire one large acrylic on canvas titled Two women at the well , which has undertones of Sapphism; also many water colours of rural women at work which perhaps romanticise their daily drudgery.





NIHAL SANGABO DIAS 


This charming and delightful man although deaf and mute radiates a sweetness and gentleness which permeates his paintings; his childhood had been spent by the sea and many of his paintings are of the sea and seafarers. But his rural scenes too are matchless. We met at the KalaPola, an annual open-air exhibition sponsored by John Keels, held at the Vihara MahaDevi park annually in the month of February. This is a must-visit if you are in Colombo at that time of the year. 

The Sapumal Foundation in Barnes Place Colombo 7 is also an absolute must for any art aficionado. It was founded by the late artist Harry Peris and is sited in the secluded house where he lived and worked. He was related to George Keyt by marriage. The current chairperson is my STC classmate Rohan de Soysa, a renowned photographer. Sapumal Foundation contains mainly the works of the ‘43 group which includes apart from Harry Peiris, George Keyt, Richard Gabriel, Ivan Peries, Aubrey Collette, Justin Deraniyagala , George Classen and Manjusri They were the pioneers of modern art in Ceylon. 

An artist whom I met and whose work I unreservedly admired was Iromi Wijewawradane. Her portraits of rural women are dazzling and colourful.

But for reasons beyond my recall, I did not purchase any of her works. 

Brushmen of the Bush

In the year 1981/82, I worked in the outback town of Broken Hill in New South Wales. Its fame lies in mining and being the birthplace of the mining giant BHP(Broken Hill Proprietary LTD). Its also renowned for its vibrant arts scene and being the backdrop for the movie “ Priscilla, Queen of the Desert “.

Brushmen of the Bush was a group of five self-taught artists who also brought much fame to the town, the most renowned being Professor Hart. He has a gallery/ studio with a vast collection of his paintings and curiously a collection of old Rolls-Royces. Being a miner himself he had a strong affinity with them.The group as a whole by their exhibitions raised over a million and a half dollars which was donated to the Royal Flying Doctor Service.

My favourite was Jack Absalom who had started off as a dingo and kangaroo shooter and was also a heavyweight boxer. Age had mellowed him and his depiction of the outback and its dwellers the First Australians is warm and sympathetic.

As a memento of our brief stay in BrokenHill I purchased his Night Camp which portrays a group of First Australians feasting around a campfire. 

Dedication

What began as an accolade to ND has now morphed into a paean for all our Brush People of the Blog. May their efforts continue to flourish and illuminate our Blog