Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Creative Spot by Mahendra (Speedy) Gonsalkorale

Mahendra (Speedy) Gonsalkorale has sent in this short but sweet illustrated poem.


Who am I ?


“I” am encased in a prism
Being observed from every facet
What is observed is not absolute
Just a complex interpretation
Of sensory interactions
Between the observers and “I”
Changing every moment
And every moment is a multiplicity
Of moments experienced
By those who “see” me.


Monday, September 3, 2018

"Lubber" aka Asoka Wijeyekoon in town

In the comments under a recent post, it was mentioned that some were unable to place "Lubber". It is hoped that these photos will help. Sanath Lama had sent me these.





Thursday, August 23, 2018

An ode to friendship


By 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 companions who walk with us a short way and move out of our sight whilst others remain with us longer. Unlike for our parents, moving far and moving abroad has become common place now. With smartphones and social media keeping in touch is so much easier. But still there are a myriad of factors that keep us apart. Above all there must be the will to maintain contact. How many of those who started Med School with us keep in touch now? There are a large number who prefer to move on in life, or be reclusive and remain incommunicado.

This is not a eulogy for Lubber as he is very much alive but 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. 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 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, despite the years. 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 Bambaketu 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. Those were shambolic and difficult times for the people. There were strict import restrictions. The roads were packed with ageing vehicles. “Tighten your belts” was the popular ‘sound bite’ of the government. We soon became accustomed to the vagaries and the intrigue of Sri Lankan politics. During this chaotic period the country experienced a massive brain drain. Jobs were scarce, and many left for greener pastures abroad. 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 the 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, inside and enigma – to misquote Winston Churchill.  

When I look back the memories of 50+ years, Lubber is 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 still retains an aura of gravitas from his ‘consultant’ days. He has 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. Let us hope we have the good fortune to meet again. It is said we go back to the beginning as we get to the end. There will not be a better place than Colombo for the next time. As always,we must leave that to the awesome forces of destiny.
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Note from the Blog Administrator:

In response to some of the comments, and specifically for the benefit of Rohini Ana and Zita who cannot place or remember Lubber, let me introduce him as best as I could. This is in addition to Sumathi's excellent description of the man. He is in the decent looking pictures below, all of which were taken on the all male Final Year Trip in 1966.

I have another one which I don't want to show right now, although I did include it in my powerpoint presentation at a recent Batch Reunion. Reunion was different because it was a restricted audience unlike the blog which is in the public domain.

After all, a picture is worth a thousand words!

Start - Lubber is squatting on the ground between Yoga and Lameer
Kegalle - Lubber is standing in the second row between VPH Rajapaksa and Speedy
Kegalle - Squatting behind ND, Lama and Bertie Nana 



Kurunegala - Lubber is behind Jaimon and Chandrasiri (Johnny) 









Badulla with "The Igloo" HO's quarters in the background. Lubber is squatting behind Lakshman Jayasinghe and Yankee Bala 

Hatton - near the place where we were entertained by the senior doctors in Hatton. Lubber is standing between Nalin Nana and Chanaka





Tuesday, August 21, 2018

The End of Scarcity.



The End of Scarcity.

A thought provoking article by Zita Subasinghe Perera based on a BBC Radio 4 programme.1

The end of scarcity, want, poverty, shortfall, deficiency? I know the above pronouncement will catch the eye of any human being. But it’s exactly the meaning behind a talk on this subject by James Burke on 26-12-2017 on BBC Radio 4. I listened to the recorded version twice as I was fascinated by the idea and now I am sharing it with you as it is thought provoking and it is not too far-fetched. Well, let me get on with it. The idea is one we are familiar with: The present state of science, technology and the advancements during the past, nearly 150 years of industrial revolution, has provided us the means to live without ‘want’. The principle of Mr Burke’s thesis is that ‘necessity sparks, sets off and keeps in motion, Innovation’. So, the lack of ‘Want’ can spell the end of Innovation.

Happily, the first WW in the early 20th Century gave a spurt of energy to advancement in ‘Innovation’. The piston pump was replaced by the rotary pump, a Glasgow University repairman being credited with this. WW2 in the mid 20th century gave rise to the need for units like ‘ladies who calculated the angle at which a shot has to be fired to hit the enemy target’ and at that time they were called ‘computers’.

The first mechanical Computer
And now in the mid to late 20th century, the innovative geniuses produced the first ‘computer,’ a machine to handle the multiple calculations which were earlier done by the ladies of WW1.Mr Burke refersto this as ‘the intention to give humans a means to do complex activities in a very short time and expense.’

Big Data
The computer has the ability to hold big numbers- called Big Data which big companies use for ‘predictive analyses. Big Data leaves a footprint whenever and wherever we do something ‘online’ and companies use this to send us adverts and pressurise us to buy stuff. Big data uses our smart phones in our pockets to learn where we are and prompt us what to buy things and even the payment can be done instantaneously by connecting us to our bank accounts. It happens already in certain Big Stores the whole process being calledGrab and Go.

The Start of the end of Scarcity
In the 1950s they were able to predict that if we went on with ‘business as usual ‘and scarcity gradually ended we’ll face economic collapse by the end of the 21st century as the stimulus of Scarcity to bring about Innovation would not be there. Early to Mid 20th C saw the start of over population, industrialisation, starvation and resource depletion driven by our consumer life style. The international political reaction to this was putting the brakes on fossil fuels and cutting back on urban expansion and industrialisation, almost Apocalypse Now!

Making machines smaller the answer?
Fortunately, the innovative thinker in the form of Nobel Prize winner Richard Fyneman comes to the fore. He thought the answer is to make machines as small as possible. It turns out that it is possible to make each ‘bit’ (a piece of info) as small as one atom long. It took a while to get things moving but in 1987 two IBM ers invented the scanning, tunnelling microscope to make molecules. There are ‘gazillions of molecules everywhere, an inexhaustible resource’. Using this new device, one could put atoms and molecules together and you could produce anything you want even a cup of tea! These machines were in nanometres (the width of a hair is 80 nanometres.) This Nano processor is also called a moat a word derived from a ‘moat of dust’ as that is the size of this machine!

Nanoproducts and Nanotechnology
These products, called Nano-products, are already being made in about 2000 labs around the world! Nano particles are found in cosmetics, bacterial bandaging and wrinkle free, water-proof clothing. Using a Nano processor,one could ‘stick the end of a straw into dirty water and drink clean water at the other end’. Nano technology can be used to produce solar cells enabling the consumerisation of the 8 billion people of the earth in one giant economy therefore costing no fuel but just the energy of the sun in the solar cell. Many big Institutes around the world are working flat out to achieve this.

Replication
 Like in ‘Star Trek’ we are making the road map to Replication, i.e. to replicate anything. You can call this ‘merging computation and communication with fabrication to bring the programmability of the digital world over to our analogue world’. But remember, you are making what you CAN make and not what you NEED to make. And you can end up with a surplus.

Digitising designs and materials.
So, as told above, onecan digitise designs.
The next is to digitise materials using elements H, O, C, N and 20 amino acids. That is all you need. This is anyway what man has done in the past 4 billion years or so of evolution. Difference? Now it will be so much faster. These machines called moats do away with the need to cultivate the land and harvest or work in factories. It’s all there in a machine at atomic level giving you all you need. And all you need to do is talk to it. Yes, you actually ‘talk to it’. Science fiction? No! It’s Fact and it happens now!

End of Innovation and Isolation of man
The problem is that the End of Scarcity spells the End of Innovation, stand- still and isolation of man.  Family is not necessary, under this scheme. Socialisation? No! You can have your grandma and your pals and treat them to a slap-up dinner. You can tell your Moat and it will enable you to talk to them and they will come as 3D holograms so real that you forget they are not. You’ll never be lonely or bored.

Spending time with Nature
Want to visit the countryside? You can create it where you are, with all the features you want, a river, a farm, anything you like. All you do is tell your moat to do it. Sounds like winning the lottery? Well Yes and No! Read on and you will see the reason.

What’s awaiting mankind
You send a Nano factory to every city country and village and they make all the extra ones they need and make one available to every family, even every individual. There would be no need for money, or a job, no need for taxes, in fact, no need for governments as what they do is spend our tax money to maintain the infrastructure.

Education and Health?
Moats controlling the medical devices made at home can look after health. As for Education: education for what? In today’s world with robots taking over our jobs, and education is to make us creative, one can ask, creative for what purpose?

Culture
What about the culture we shared? Well, we’ll never again need to group together to survive.

Abundance
We know how to deal with scarcity, i.e. Innovate! But abundance? We have little experience of that. But all this will take no more than 50 years to hit us. Is all this a figment of the imagination? Well, even if some of it happens to be, surely, we ought to think about it?

The final outcome
In the popular joke, a man drops from the top of a sky scraper and as he is passing the 50th floor you ask him how he’s doing. And he says ‘So far so good!’ But you know ‘hitting the bottom’ is not far away!

-          The End!-

Reference:1. James Burk (B B C Radio 4 on 26 12 2017) End of Scarcity

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Visit of Srianee (Bunter) Dias

Srianee is in Sri Lanka these days. She was entertained to dinner by Pram last evening at Hyde Park Residencies. Bora and Harshi are also in Sri Lanka. Some pictures from that occasion.







Monday, August 13, 2018

Creative Spot by Indra Anandasabapathy - Answer to the Quiz

Well, you all have waited long enough. The winner is: Srianee Fernando Dias. But then, Indra had provided a clue on 12 August. 

I have posted another picture below with Indra's e-mail sent on 10 August.


Indra Ananda

10 Aug (3 days ago)
to me
I am forwarding for the BLOG.

Publish the picture of the whole tree with its purple flowers - guess what, it a BOUGAINVILLEA , in a local Botanical garden. You can ask our readers to identify the tree- I bet no one will .

The proof is in the next picture which you can publish the next week with name, the leaves are readily recognizable close.



(Please click on the picture to get a closer view)