Tuesday, May 30, 2023

MEDICAL BATCH 62 REMEMBRANCE DAY

TODAY, MAY 30th, IS MEDICAL BATCH 62 REMEMBRANCE DAY

We had a very good response from colleagues, and I was pleased to post a series of reminiscences and appreciations in the last week.

This is a short video to complete the series, and I like to thank everybody who contributed and commented and the many who do access the Blog although they do not always post comments.

PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW IN THE YOUTUBE ICON FOLLOWED BY A CLICK ON THE FULL-SCREEN ICON (which will appear when you click on the youtube arrow) ON THE RIGHT, TO ENJOY THE VIDEO. IT WILL PLAY FULLSCREEN.

I like to post Kumar Gunawardane's  Poem again as a most suitable finale for this year.

“Death has nothing to do with going away,
 The sun sets,
 And the moon sets,
 But they are not gone”
                                       Jalal-ad-Din  Rumi
So, we should ponder,
Our friends are not gone.
Rather, we will remember,
“The  splendour in the grass”
The laughter, 
The joy,
The loves,
The boozy babels.
 
Also, the dejection of defeat,
Of anguish,
Of separation,
Of heartbreaks.
 
We  who remain, 
shall,
Hold on to the golden thread,
Of the gleaming years,
Of our fleeting youth,
Riding our winged chariots,
Spurred on by our tribe,
Of glorious lads and lasses

Friday, May 26, 2023

Medical Batch 62 Remembrance Day 2023 (8)

A Meeting of friends in the After-World

A fictional historical short story 

By ‘Speedy’ Mahendra Gonsalkorale

Context: Our 49 departed colleagues cannot meet again  This story is about a fictional reunion attempting to bring out some of the features of the group we are familiar with  I was inspired by the Booker Prize winner Sheehan Karunatileka who had a fictional after-life theme in his book, the seven moons of Maali Almeida. I hope it is accepted in the spirit I wrote it.

I woke up and was surprised that I had no weakness in my limbs. I looked for Sura, but she was not there. The whole place looked strange and misty. I got up and to my surprise, and was able to walk through the door to a large hall and guess who was there?  The first person I met was Cecil Saverimuttu! I was a bit anxious about my speech but was delighted when I was able to exchange the customary “hello machang” without any problem at all. Cecil was delighted "Hi JC! Nice to see you!"

Before long, we were joined by Mangalam and Victor Hector. Mangalam looked her usual vivacious self but Victor was fidgeting and looked a bit nervous. He usually sticks to being with his wife on social occasions. I was surprised that both were not wearing specs. I asked about that and both said that in this place, you can see everything clearly without specs. Mangalam was looking around as if she was expecting somebody and suddenly uttered a happy shriek and ran forward to embrace none other than Zita! Zita was discussing poetry and music while having a glass of “something” with Lucky Weerasooriya who was the first person to greet her when she entered ethe After-World. Lucky was full of praise for Kamini who had arrived before him with HN and was so nice to him as he felt a bit lost at first. Time appeared to be frozen and nothing seemed to change.

We stopped chattering as drinks were being served and it was was Razaque, and Desmond doing the honours! Razaque was cracking jokes as usual and Desmond was laughing! A kind of loudspeaker (well it looked like one but was floating around like a drone) then made an announcement that we were about to see a mini-drama performed by Kuruppu and Batu with choreography by Sue Ratnavale. Sue looked so happy chattering away and moving from table to table before she went to change her dress for the drama. The Tables were very different to what I had seen on Earth. They had no legs and seemed to float in the air. Batu was very quiet and seemed quite happy for Ranjit to do all the talking.

The Act was most impressive and enjoyable, and two people I instantly recognised came to the stage to propose a Vote of Thanks. I had to blink several times that I wasn’t dreaming as it was Sardha in an elegant white saree with a blue border and Sarvananda. Even now I am not sure why they were chosen for this task, but Sardha told me later that she was here a few Earth years before Sarvananda came and he seems to have the gift of speaking well to an audience.

I walked into the next room as I heard a Band playing familiar music. Again, there was something odd about it as the drums appeared to float in front of the drummer, and the guitars appeared to be almost stuck to the guitarist without any strap.  There were a lot of animated dancers, and the first person I bumped into was Suren Iyer, in a neat white outfit. He was grinning from ear to ear as usual and invited me to join his group, which included Collure, again sporting a big smile, and Manohari. It was lovely to see them again, and Suren called me to a side and asked whether I could persuade JG who was in a corner by himself, to join the group. But before I could do that, I was beaten to it by a boyish-looking chap with the biggest grin you ever saw. Who was he? It was Veda! Veda was with a stocky chap I couldn’t recognise at first, but when I approached him, he put his arms around me with a “Hello JC, lovely to see you!” It was Jaimon. Jaimon looked very content and asked us whether we recognised the Band people. I confessed I hadn’t because the overhead lights floating near the ceiling were dim. The mood changed, and the Band started playing Baila and the lights started emitting bright colours. I couldn’t help joining them. Then I recognised those in the Band- they were Rajasooriyar, Punsiri, and Arul Sivaguru. I must confess I was really surprised as I didn’t realise they had musical skills. Suren told me that I am still thinking in Earthly terms. Here in the After-World, if your desire to play a musical instrument is very strong and sustained, you will be able to do it.

Our conversation was interrupted in a welcoming way by the appearance of that lovely lady, Priya. Full of laughter and wonderful stories. I was so glad to see her. She dragged us to a group a few tables away and was eager to show us Lucien and Srikantha! Srikantha looked suave, wearing a black suit and conversing earnestly with another lovely lady who arrived only a few months before him. It was Kamali Nimalsuriya who seemed to dispute Srikantha’s claim that a mortal body contains only this much of sodium, using his pinched fingers. I didn’t want to get into an argument and was wondering what to do when somebody tapped my shoulder. I turned round and was astonished to see Balakumar and Cigar in earnest conversation discussing, I am not sure what. Cigar excused himself as he was asked to join the Band.

I kept walking till I found a display area where there were red motorcycles, and my heart missed a beat as the rider trying it was Tilak Dayaratne! He was disputing a claim by another person I had not seen for years, and it was Satchi who claimed that BSA Bantam was much better. The tall gentleman who was nodding his head in agreement was Sivakumar.

I kept walking and entered a room which was like a prayer room with the faint aroma of burning incense, and there was a woman kneeling in prayer. I gasped when I recognised her. It was Anna Ponnambalam. She was as sweet as ever with a big red pottu and told me I could come here whenever I wanted. She made a little face and whispered that some who really need to be here are more interested in arguing. She pointed to a little alcove where two people were arguing. I was curious and walked up to see whether I knew them. Imagine my surprise when I recognised Tudor and Kiththa! Tudor slapped me on the back playfully with his hand quite strongly and I was ready to wince, but here in the After-World, it didn’t hurt at all. Kiththa excused himself to go to another room. He said something about a cricket quiz.

I heard familiar voices from the table right at the end and was delighted to meet Sundarampillai and NCDM, with Somasunderam. Soma was trying to persuade somebody to have a drink of whisky, but he was declining. When I went closer, I realised why I did not recognise him as he was not wearing his customary thick-rimmed black specs. It was BL Perera! BL recognised me at once and took me to his table as he wanted me to meet some old friends. I am so glad I did, as I met Kumasingham and LGDK Herath. Herath still could not resist adjusting his trousers on his bum.

Hearing laughter coming through the corridor, I walked that way and was greeted by my old friend Ganash who was sipping orange juice while his two companions were enjoying a glass of whisky. Ganash showed genuine pleasure to see me and we reminisced on the days when we lived quite close to each other in Colpetty. When I saw the other two, I felt quite at home as I recognised Chandrasiri and Claude Bernard. They arrived here quite a few years ago and told us how they were greeted and shown around by a lovely couple who appeared so happy. The lady was wearing a pink saree and had long single platt, and the gent was in a plain shirt and trousers. They were Dawne and Russel Paul!

I was just catching up with them when the Band stopped playing, and Suren Iyer walked up to the stage. There was a hushed silence before he spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together and warmly welcome the One Who Came Here First., Dr Sunna de Silva!”. Sunna walked in with a slightly bent posture and paused before he, with immense skill, cracked a really hilarious joke which caused fits of laughter. But his facial expression remained totally deadpan! I thought to myself, “somethings never change”

Thursday, May 25, 2023

MEDICAL BATCH 62 REMEMBRANCE DAY 2023 (7)

REMEMBERING OUR FRIENDS ON REMEMBRANCE DAY

Srianee Dias

 I have spent the last hour or so reading through the posts on the blog in honor of Remembrance Day. It is wonderful to share these anecdotes and memories of our departed friends, but I feel there is something more that we should be doing.

       When we entered Medical College in 1962, there were 167 of us (some joined later from Peradeniya).  We were ‘half-grown’ humans, some extroverted and more skilful at making friends, others introverted and shy.  Obviously, with a class that large it was not possible to make the acquaintance of everyone.

       During the 5 years that we spent together, some of us grew close.  Two of our now departed friends sat on either side of me, Ganesh and J.C.  After graduation, our paths diverged, and we spread out to do our internships.  Those of us who spent time together during that year probably forged stronger bonds.  We also made new friends and entered into new relationships.  We tried to keep up with some of our batch mates, but life, work, marriage and children kept us preoccupied.

       My life’s path took me to Brooklyn, NY, where some of my batchmates also ended up.  Some of our now-departed friends were with me in the same city; Sunna, Satchi, Kitha, Russell, Dawn and Lucky Weerasooriya.   Again, our paths diverged.  Sunna kept in touch, until his shocking and heartbreaking death.  Kitha moved to California before his untimely demise.  Russell and Dawn pulled away from their friends until their tragic end.  Lucky W and Satchi, along with their families, kept in touch with me until they became ill.

        I was able to reconnect with those who moved to the UK at our 1992 reunion.  Some of them are no longer with us; Zita, Razaque, Manohari and Suren Iyer, to name a few.

       Thanks to the reunions and my visits to Colombo, my path crossed again with some of my batch mates who are no longer with us; Kamali, (who I saw after many years), Priya G, Anna Ponnambalam, H.N Wickramasinghe, Ganesh and J.C. to name a few.

       I reconnected with Sue Ratnavale at a pathology conference after many years and then stayed in close touch until her death.

      Our paths crisscross with friends in a way that is beyond our control.  Staying in touch requires effort, although now it is easier, with emails and WhatsApp.

      We have lost 49 out of 167 batchmates over the course of 50 years.  That means there are 118 of us floating around the Universe!  As we take the time to remember and honour our departed friends, we also need to remember those who are still around.

       Some of us make an effort to comment on the blog, which is a wonderful way to stay in touch, and we should do our best to continue doing so.  But not everyone is ‘tech-savvy.’ Many are battling illnesses and are unable to attend the mini-reunions that pop up now and then in Colombo or London. 

Here is my suggestion:  If there is a friend with whom you have shared a special experience, or if you have a fond memory of someone, or if you know that someone is not well, reach out to them. 

You will make their day! 

MEDICAL BATCH 62 REMEMBRANCE DAY 2023 (6)

Fond Memories of Dear Departed Friends

Suriyakanthi Amarasekera

“Since I have no gold to give

And love alone can make  amends

My daily prayer is while I live

God make me worthy of my friends” 

Russel Paul was the most brilliant student in our batch. He came second in the merit list at the 2nd M. B. B. S.  exam (Navam Chinniah was first) and had to sit as No 2 for Pathology lectures under the stern eye of Path Cooray ( who made us sit according to merit order instead of alphabetical order as had been the practice for Physiology). Though he was so bright with an impressive Academic background being the son of a Professor in the Science Faculty, Paul was never stuck up or proud. He would often interrupt his own studies to patiently explain any difficult subject, which we ordinary mortals found difficult to understand.

Dawne (de Silva ) Paul  Her statuesque figure earned her the nickname “Mother Lanka.” Dawn cut a striking figure with her doe eyes and beautiful Rapunzel hair. She was a worthy partner for Russel, and theirs was one of the enduring romances that began in the Block. They were a perfect match complementing each other both physically and in character.

Bernard Randeniya was renamed “ Claude Bernard” after a Physiology lecture, and the name stuck. Good looking, and always with a ready smile, he made an indelible impact at the Cancer Hospital, Maharagama, where he served as its Director. His efforts to improve and uplift the hospital are legendary.

Niriella Chandrasiri, affectionately nicknamed “Johnny” was the only batchmate to reach the dizzy heights of Vice Chancellor of a university. He was the Vice Chancellor of the  University of Ruhuna as well as the Professor and Head of the Department of Forensic Medicine. I had the privilege of taking his talented son under my wing at Sri Jayawardanepura  Hospital when he did an  ENT Registrar appointment. I was so happy to help him in the near-impossible task of securing a place for his granddaughter in Grade III at Ladies College.

V Ganesan , “ Ganash” as he was known, was always impeccably dressed in colour-coordinated attire. He remained to look impressively young, while all of us were ageing, probably due to clean living and utter contentment in life. He always went the “second mile” for anybody who needed his help whether it be a patient or a colleague. As a  general practitioner at Horana, he was a caring healer and not just a healthcare provider to his patients who adored him. Ganash was no boring goody-goody. He was good company, with his liveliness and sense of fun.  It is ironic that Ganash  - a tea totaler succumbed to Hepatic failure, due to non-alcoholic cirrhosis.

L G D K Herath  He was another gentle giant. I had the amazing privilege of training him in Anaesthesia at the Sri Jayawadanepura General Hospital. He was quick to master the new skills required in the speciality. He scandalised the OT staff by calling me Suri (and not Madam like the other junior doctors), much to my amusement. I was honoured to act as his referee and secure him a job abroad.

V Kunasingham  Another soft-spoken, gentle batchmate. Kuna as he was known, sat next to me for Physiology lectures, and though initially shy, we soon became fast friends. He had a reputation of being an excellent Hockey player and played in the National Team as Goal Keeper. One indelible memory I have of him is how Dr Ratnavale made Kuna walk first with a stiff knee, then with an added foot drop demonstrating the Circumduction walk of a Hemiplegic.

Kiththa Wimalaratne was an outstanding cricketer, one of the university team that won the P Sarawaamuttu  Trophy in 1962-1963. I remember him courting a member of the fairer sex in our batch, often seen in the lobby of the Girls' Hostel.

Anna (Ponnambalam) Sathigunan  A rather serious young lady who entered Medical School from my Alma Mater, Methodist College, following a 6 months course at the university. Her younger sister Sundarie was my classmate. Anna spent many years working in Africa, where she contracted a rare infection which ultimately claimed her life. It was a joy to meet her again after almost 4 decades at the  2007 Batch reunion in Sri Lanka..

Sidath Jayanetti, or ” Cigar” as he was popularly known, was one of the battalion in our batch who entered Medical College from Royal. He had a reputation for being a skilful Rugby player. Cigar was always smart and full of fun and was a superb ballroom dancer. I vividly remember how his antics, standing behind Dr Thanaballs’ chair during a ward class, made me (standing right in front under the T balls’ nose) grin and annoyed him so much that he screamed at me, called me a jackass and actually threw me out of the class!  

Kamala (Nimalasuriya) de Silva a distinguished old girl of Vishaka, having held the post of Head Girl, was one of the cleverest girls in the batch, with a brilliant mind. Always friendly and charming, Kamali was one of the girls to get “hitched” to a Senior. She left Sri Lanka in 1967, even before she completed her internship.  It was great to meet her again after 45 years in 2012  at the Golden Jubilee of the Class of 1962 held in Sri Lanka at Hotel ChayaTrans Asia, Hikkaduwa. 

Srikantha is best remembered for his audacity. When asked, “ How much Potassium is there in the body?”  at a Physiology Signature, he responded by showing his hand with the thumb approximated to his fingers, “ This much!”. Then again at an Anatomy Signature, when asked to describe the course of the Ulnar Nerve, he replied, “ it  arises from the Brachial  Plexus, comes up to the elbow and goes this way “, and when the horrified demonstrator yelled, “ What ???”, he said, “no Sir it goes that way !”

Lucien Perera  A quiet, competent, popular Surgeon. It was always a pleasure to meet him at meetings where Anaesthetists and Surgeons interacted. Lucian attended most of our Batch Reunions. He was an enthusiastic member of the organising committee of the Golden Jubilee celebrations of our graduation, which was held in 2012 at the Jetwing Hotel in Negambo.      

Priya (Gunaratne) de Silva  Another Vishakian, fun-loving and friendly. My most enjoyable memory of Priya during my student days was both of us being chosen to represent Sri Lanka at an International Inter-University Table Tennis Meet in 1964. The first two rounds were held in Peradeniya. Though we got knocked out in the second round by a formidable Indian Team, we had loads of fun and were able to attend the Peradeniya Colours Night. Priya made an immense contribution to our country in her long period of service in the Department of Family Planning. Priya was an efficient, enthusiastic member of the organising committee of the  Batch Reunions held in Sri Lanka at the Lanka Oberoi in 1992, at the Coral Gardens Hotel in Hikkaduwa in 1997, Cinnamon Lodge Habarana in 2012. She was so brave facing the stress of repeated Chemotherapy. Her cheerfulness in the midst of pain and suffering was an inspiration to us.

Manohari Navaratnarajah   A soft-spoken good looking, charming batch mate. She never put on airs and graces though her father was a much respected distinguished Queens Counsel.

Suren Iyer A friendly, popular fun-loving batchmate who got on well with everyone. He had the heartbreaking experience of losing his beautiful older sister Seetha who was a 2nd-year Medical Student in Peradeniya, who died tragically of severe Ulcerative Colitis. I remember how the girls in our batch carried a large number of wreaths at the funeral procession at Borella, Kanatta. Suren used to keep a photograph  of Seetha in his wallet and show it to us, saying it was his girlfriend.  I have a vivid memory of Suren dancing nonstop at our batch reunion  in March 2017 at Jetwing Hotel, Negombo. It was shocking to learn of his sudden death due to a massive coronary in October that year.  

S Vedavanam  I remember his boyish good looks and ready smile. Veda made friends easily, always finding time for a chat and a joke.

Sardha (Jayatillaka) Wijeratne  Another Vishakian, always seen with Kusuma. Sardha was a pleasant, quiet unassuming girl. She and I were bridesmaids at Kusuma’s wedding. She was the Chief Medical Officer at the Tyre  Cooperation, Kelaniya. She had to face the heartbreaking experience of having her teenage son dying in her arms of a ruptured Cerebral  Aneurysm. She never recovered from this and became a recluse.

Sue (Ratnavale) Gunasekaram  joined us from the Peradeniya Batch in our 3rd year. She was always poised and elegant with a charming friendly smile. Sue was that rare combination of Beauty and Brains. I remember singing in the choir at her wedding at St Paul’s Milagiriya when she was a breathtakingly beautiful bride.

Ranjith Kuruppu, another unforgettable, lovable friend. He sat one but next to me at Physiology lectures, and we soon became close friends.  We always had good fun. Ranjith was a popular GP in Negambo. He was always sporty and game for any fun. I remember how I dressed him to perform the Dance of the Seven Veils at our Ruby Anniversary in 2007 at the Cinnamon Lodge, Habarana, wearing a long-haired wig, a scanty top and a swaying skirt.. he did look tantalising and had our batch mates trying to guess his identity!

I was told that when we had a Batch Reunion at Jetwing Blue Hotel in Negambo, some of the boys wanted to drink “Pol” and not the imported Whiskey and Brandy provided by the hotel. Ranjith was able to procure the desired brew effortlessly as he was so popular and well-known In the area.

Razaque Ahamat  Another funloving friend with a heart as big as his waistline and an infectious laugh. He had us in stitches performing a Skit with Bora, at the Reunion in 1997 about a doctor-patient encounter. Rasaque performance of the role of a buxom female was hilarious!

H N Wickramasingha being a “W” and sitting so far away from me and never being in the same group for clinicals I had very little interaction with HN as a student.  He was a popular GP and, together with his lovely wife Nelum, was a regular participant of activities of the Doctors Wives Association, of which I was an associate member. I recall many annual dances, concerts, fundraising events, fashion shows etc . we attended over the years when we would sit together, being batch mates.

Kamini (Gunawardane) Ferdinando  I can confidently say that Kamini was one of the most gentle, sweetest girls in the batch. Always impeccably dressed,  I have never heard her being harsh or unkind. Kamini lived in fear in our third year, because her mother (who had left med school in her third year to get married)  had declared her intention of returning to be a student and joining our batch! I remember telling her that it would be sweet and create a record to have a mother and daughter as batchmates. But of course, it didn’t happen. We did our internship together at GHC with Dr E V Pieris.It was hard work because he was a demanding consultant, maintaining high standards, but we loved it as he was very fair and had a gift for making amusing comments with a deadpan face. He was such a good role model for us, teaching us not just the science of medicine, but also the art of healing.

I was delighted that her daughter Rohini and my daughter Manique were batch mates at the  Informatics Institute of Computer Studies ( affiliated to the Manchester Metropolitan University),  following a degree course in Information Systems. They participated in the annual Doctors Concert of the S L M A . for several years, calling themselves “ Doctors Daughters “ It was great to meet Kamini and Rahal at these functions.

Lakshman Weerasooriya  Lucky was the only male batchmate that I knew before I entered Medical College, being members of the Methodist Church in Mt Lavinia, I am so happy that Lucky and Ruvini joined us for all the reunions in Sri Lanka except the last one in 2017 when he was unable to attend due to ill health.

Tuesday, May 23, 2023

Medical Batch 62 Remembrance Day 2023 (5)

Medical Batch 62 Remembrance Day 2023 (5)

REMEMBERING OUR TEACHERS

By Dr Nihal D Amarasekera 

Note from Speedy: Remembering our great teachers on this special occasion is fitting and proper. I am pleased to post ND's very readable notes, which certainly jogged my memory and transported me back half a century! To our Teachers, we owe so much.

It’s been said before; ours was the golden age of medical education in Sri Lanka. I feel greatly privileged to have been taught by some remarkable teachers. I still consider our Professors, lecturers and clinical tutors as some of the best in the world. I marvel at their clinical skills and recoil at their egotistical arrogance. We remember them all with gratitude. We soon learnt to survive and even thrive in that air of toxicity. We tread cautiously and endured the arrogance and conceit in silence in the hope of better times. In reality it wasn’t all bad. Surprisingly I don’t feel resentful. The tough life gave us self-reliance, confidence, grit and determination. I am told, the atmosphere and attitudes have evolved significantly to reflect changes in society. I remember our teachers with much affection and gratitude and thank them for their commitment to teaching.  

Prof.G.H Cooray

In the Faculty of Medicine in Colombo and in Ceylon he was the Voice of Pathology. His educational contribution was immense. As a lecturer, his laid-back but precise delivery was matchless.  He spoke perfect English, and taught us diligently and to the best of his ability. I can still recall in great detail the first time I sat in the lecture theatre to listen to Prof Cooray.  His masterly introduction to the pathology of inflammation has remained with me ever since.  Those classical signs of inflammation, Rubor, Calor, Tumor, Dolor and  Functio laesa have now been permanently imprinted in my brain. The Prof, with his formidable intellect, had this remarkable ability to deliver facts in a logical sequence and transport his audience to the world of pathology. After a career in medicine spanning 40 years, I can say, unequivocally, he is the finest teacher I have ever had. His success as a teacher earned him a huge following of many generations of grateful students. 

Dr P.R Anthonis

When I think of the surgeons that taught me, the name that comes across in flashing lights, above everyone else, is Dr PR Anthonis. He was not only a fine surgeon, an excellent tutor, and a fine raconteur. He was a phenomenon. PRA was a mentor to many. His ward classes were pure theatre. He knew the art of getting a message across to the students.  Although calm and placid, he never tolerated nonsense.  He was firm when it was necessary. PRA was always courteous to his patients, his students and the nursing staff.  His natural curiosity led him to make fine observations. He tried his best to pass on this superb skill to his students. After an illustrious career in the Health Service Dr Anthonis retired in 1971. He worked in the private sector well into his 80’s. He was a devout Buddhist and passed away at the age of 99. 

Prof K. Rajasuriya

Prof Rajasuriya dressed immaculately. His gait was measured as was his speech. He was fearless and forthright and had controversial views about nationalism and religion. But in his capacity as the Professor of Medicine, he was fair and unbiased. In those days we accepted the idiosyncrasies of our teachers with good grace, assuming their intentions were honourable.  The culture of bullying that was prevalent in the faculty was also present in British hospitals. This was also our salad days of youthful paranoia. When Professor Rajasuriya passed away in 1975 we lost a dedicated teacher and a fine clinician. I personally would like to thank him for the part he played in my medical education. I take the cue from the title of the 1996 song by that English Rock Band - Oasis – Don’t look back in Anger. 

Prof N.D.W Lionel

How on earth can anyone make Pharmacology interesting?  It is a mass of information to be memorised. This unenviable but important task fell on Dr Lionel, as he was known then. He was a fine lecturer and a friendly person in that tough milieu of medical education of our time. He was well-known nationally and internationally. Prof Lionel will be best remembered for his clinical research and contributions to the National Formulary Committee and the State Pharmaceutical Corporation. I came to know him more closely while working in the Central Blood Bank in Colombo and my professional career was at an impasse. He was helpful, down to earth and a fine mentor. Prof Lionel passed away age 56. Perhaps there is some truth in the old saying, “only the good die young”. 

Dr M. Oliver R Medonza

I remember our 2-month appointment with Dr Medonza very well.  At its completion, he called us to his house for dinner and drinks. There he treated us as equals. He taught us the basics of clinical medicine with his characteristic wit and humour.  After graduating in medicine with first-class honours, he trained as an Army medical specialist. At the end of his military duties, he was awarded the Defence Medal, the War Medal and the Burma Star. Being a well-known and popular medical specialist, Dr Medonza enjoyed a lucrative private practice. He had many interests outside medicine. He played cricket for the Ceylon Medical College and also played billiards and bridge. He had a deep and lasting interest in Buddhist philosophy. Dr Medonza enjoyed a rewarding professional career and lived a full life. He passed away in 1991.  

Dr R.Thanabalasunderum

My first clinical appointment as a medical student in Colombo was with Dr Thanabalasundrum. Then he was at the zenith of his profession and remained as one of the best teachers of clinical medicine in the country.  He was a brilliant professional and a consummate physician. He took teaching seriously and introduced a system and structure into history taking.  He brought logic into our clinical methods, diagnosis and treatment.  When presenting cases nothing incorrect went past his sharp intellect.  He always tested and challenged the student’s narrative. The little book of Clinical Methods by Hutchison and Hunter held more reverence than the bible. His pearls of wisdom filled our notebooks.

Dr Thanabalasundrum was focused and thorough in everything he did. He made certain we learnt medicine whether we liked it or not. He didn’t mince his words and was a strict disciplinarian.  Although stern, he had the welfare of the students at heart and respected their dignity. To his patients, he showed great kindness and empathy. His bedside manner was immaculate and impressive. Although he enjoyed a lucrative private practice, he never neglected his duties to his students and patients in his non-fee-paying wards.

All through the political upheavals and the grim era of ethnic tensions his love for the country of his birth sustained him and never wavered. He continued to live at Horton Place Colombo 7 until his death in November 2007. His remains were cremated with Hindu rites at the General Cemetery Kanatte. The likes of him are a rarity and irreplaceable in this selfish and egotistical world. 

Dr D.J Attygalle

Dr Attygalle was a fine physician, a meticulous teacher, and a consultant of the old school with clinical acumen and insight of the first quality. I remember well his ward classes when he taught us the basics of taking a good history, eliciting physical signs and collating the facts to reach a diagnosis.  He was softly spoken and treated the houseman, nurses, medical students and other staff with great kindness and respect. Many of Dr Attygalle’s junior medical staff speak of him in glowing terms as an excellent and astute physician and of his conscientious sense of honour. As a Consultant Physician, he had a distinguished career that rivalled the best.

He was one of the great physicians of his time, admired, loved and respected by his patients and medical colleagues. Through his enthusiasm, he inspired many young junior doctors to sustained achievement. A veritable role model for all doctors from all disciplines. Rather reclusive and even enigmatic, he was a very private man away from the GHC. Dr D.J Attygalla was a devout Buddhist well known for his generous donations to a multitude of charities. After a lifetime of service, Dr D.J Attygalla passed away in 1997. May he find the Ultimate Bliss of Nirvana. 

Prof Valentine Basnayake

He was born in 1925 and had his schooling at St Joseph’s College Colombo. After the MBBS Dr Basnayake spent his postgraduate years at Oxford University and joined the Department of Physiology in Colombo in 1949. I recall with nostalgia attending one of his tutorials in his office with all the curtains drawn. In the warmth of the room, the soft melancholic drone of his voice put me to sleep. I did see several others struggling to keep awake. Perhaps there was a booze up in the Men’s Common Room the previous evening!!

He had a lifelong love of music and was a fine pianist. He soon became Sri Lanka’s foremost accompanist and a regular performer at the Lionel Wendt. 

In 1968 he joined the Faculty of Medicine at Peradeniya as its Professor of Physiology which was the ultimate accolade. Soon he became the Dean of the Faculty a position he held for 3 years with poise, tact and equanimity. Prof VB was a softly spoken unpretentious gentleman who had no harsh word for anyone. 

He belonged to a fast-vanishing era of privileged aristocrats of the Medical Profession. Doubtless, that was part of his appeal as a cultured gentleman. Despite his posh diction, he was tolerant and non-demonstrative and never pompous. He wore those privileges with modesty and charm. In an era when some Senior Professionals had big egos and treated students with contempt, Prof Basnayake treated each of us with courtesy, dignity and respect. That is how I would remember this erudite scholar. He passed away in 2014. May he find Eternal Peace. 

Prof Milroy Paul

Many from my era and before will recognise Prof Milroy Paul as the Godfather of Surgery in our island. From 1936-1965 he was the founder Professor of Surgery at the Colombo Medical College and the Children’s Hospital. I presume his sharp intuition was an enormous help in his profession as a surgeon before the days of digital scans. He was a man of great presence and striking appearance, and his charisma seemed magnetic. I believe as the Professor he was unable to do any private surgery but never did any after retirement, although he was popular, widely known and respected. The richness of his career was his priceless gift. 

I remember with great fondness and nostalgia his erudite lectures in surgery at the administration block of the faculty. The Prof delivered his lessons with such effortlessness and aplomb without even a scrap of paper to jog his memory. Listening to him, his brilliance was never in doubt. They were lectures in common sense as much as surgical diagnosis and treatment. He was charismatic and eloquent. His simplicity, modesty and humility stood out. I was saddened to hear that in later years, he became blind in both eyes after a tennis injury. It seems he never gave the impression that he was perturbed by ill health. He passed away in 1989. May his Soul Rest in Peace. 

Prof F.L.W Jayawardene

He was the Senior Lecturer when we were in the Block and became its Professor from 1968-75. He cuts a relaxed figure and was then known as Dr Lester Jayawardene. What I recall most of all is his extraordinary polished presence. He was the quintessential Englishman, dignified and courteous who treated the students with respect. Dr FLWJ was a wonderful teacher who was more interested in teaching us basic anatomy than the small print. His masterful lectures on the anatomy of the middle and inner ear and the difficult 3-D concepts of embryology were all-time classics. Although he expected high standards and stood no nonsense Dr FLWJ was always kind and charming and put us at ease at the signatures and revisals. He did get the best out of us. Dr FLWJ arrived every morning in his black Peugeot 403, which was like a Rolls Royce, in those days of import restrictions.  He was one of the few on the teaching staff who was vehemently against the student rag which we recognise now as a curse that gave a free ride to psychopaths. I hold him in high esteem and remember Prof. F.L.W Jayawardene with great affection. May he find eternal peace. 

Prof S.S Panditharatne

Due to the passage of years, I do not recall much about him except he loved the minutiae in anatomy. We were a petrified motley group seated around him at his signatures. When we didn’t know the answers, we visibly squirmed in our seats. Once SSP asked a hapless student how wide is the common bile duct and he showed with his thumb and index finger saying “this much”.  SSP blew a fuse. S.S.P was a chain smoker and enjoyed a fag during the tough questioning. He was a brilliant anatomist. As a lecturer during our time in the Block he was thorough and taught us well. It is my impression that he was rather strict and preferred to maintain a healthy distance from the students. I remember once he was informed that one of our batchmates had taken a person who was not a medical student into the dissecting rooms. He was livid.  SSP told us, in no uncertain terms, that it was sacrilege to entertain non-medics in the dissecting rooms. He stressed we must preserve the sanctity and the intrigue of the place while respecting the dead. The advice was well taken. I thank him for his years of excellent service to several generations of medical students. His brand of detailed anatomy helped me enormously in my years in Radiology. The Anatomy Museum in the Colombo faculty is named after Prof Panditharatne for his long years of dedication to anatomy and service to the faculty. He passed away in 2005. May he find the Ultimate Bliss of Nirvana. 

Prof A.C.E Koch

He was appointed to the Chair in Physiology in 1952 and held this post until his retirement in 1968. There is now an annual oration in his memory to remember his contribution to the life of the faculty. He was a kind Tutor in that repressive environment of medical education of the 1960’s. I still remember his regal entrance to the lecture theatre every morning. His lectures went way above my head but that is perhaps personal. There are many who consider him a great teacher. What has stuck with me over the years has been his introduction to the concept of 'milieu intérieur' and Claude Bernard. Overnight my friend Bernard Randeniya came to be called Claude Bernard forevermore until his untimely demise in 2004. Prof Koch had a wonderful sense of humour, and the jokes received a stamping on the wooden floor, which he duly acknowledged. His treatment of students gave us confidence. It was inspiring and empowering and dispelled our insecurities.  What has stuck in my mind is his association with Sir Roger Bannister and his ‘4 minute’ mile during his stint at Oxford University which he elaborated with great pride and illustrated the events with some fine photographs. He made physiology a friendly phenomenon for which he will be fondly remembered. Prof Koch sadly was unable to enjoy a long retirement which he richly deserved and passed away in 1969. May his Soul Rest in Peace.  

Prof Carlo Fonseka

During our time in the faculty, he was a Senior Lecturer and was the Professor of physiology from 1982-89. He was an entertaining speaker, a fine teacher and had the wonderful ability to make physiology logical and interesting. Throughout our student days he remained a friendly face and helpful to all.  The Prof remained a mentor and a confidante to many. I consider him one of the best teachers we’ve had. Prof Carlo was an active member of the LSSP and also in the Rationalist Movement. He gained an even bigger profile with his stance on firewalking, that received critical acclaim. This demonstrated his obsession with rationalism and the truth, disproving the accepted wisdom. Artfully argumentative, he was a regular combative writer to the national newspapers. His excursions into the news media received a mixed reception.  Sometimes his views were inconsistent with his political leanings and long-held beliefs. Prof Carlo and I have disagreed openly in the newspapers about the way private practice is carried out in Sri Lanka, way back in the 1980’s. He found no fault in the way private practice was conducted and supervised quite in contrast to the public perception and opinion. This was a fateful moment for socialism. It is true only a small minority of medical specialists reneged on their responsibilities. Professional loyalties can get in the way of the rights of patients. As for me, the hurt was closer to home as the patient in question was my father. Although the exchanges were frosty this in no way diminishes the high esteem and regard I have for him. Disagreement is healthy as long as it doesn't lead to blows!! In Sri Lanka, he remained a celebrity feted and feasted by many. Prof Carlo Fonseka had a long and honourable life of wonderful service to humanity.  May he find eternal peace.  

Prof M.J Waas

He was the Prof of Anatomy at the Faculty of Medicine in Colombo 1960-67. Although anatomy is a broad subject with an extensive syllabus, he had a light-hearted attitude to teaching the subject. My abiding memory of the Prof is being in the amphitheatre of the old anatomy lecture theatre listening to his superb delivery lavished with hilarious anecdotes. He was such a colourful character. Many remember him for his own brand of humour and mischievous fun. He is often rightly described as a lovable person. Prof Waas was indeed a breath of fresh air in that rather toxic environment. Like many medics of my era I associate him with that famous joke – He asked at an examination, “what goes through the foramen magnum” and Jegasothy replied –“food, Sir”. Prof Waas then quipped, “In your case, it must be gallons and gallons of booze”.  Fact or fiction, this has entered the folklore of our great institution. 

Prof A.A Hoover

He was appointed Professor of Biochemistry at the Faculty of Medicine in Colombo in 1958. Prof Hoover was the most unassuming Professor of our time. Short and gently spoken, he could be mistaken for a softie, but he had considerable steel. He had no airs, only graces. His lectures were delivered with meticulous precision but with great gentleness. Biochemistry was not a subject that generated enormous passion but we had to get through. Much of it has now gone down the pan except the headlines – Krebs Cycle and the essential amino acids!! Our text, Bell, Davidson and Scarborough, was a great doorstopper. His son was in my class at school. He was an isotope of the father, gentle, generous and soft-spoken. He proceeded to an honours degree in chemistry. In 1978 Prof Hoover became the first Dean of the Faculty of Medicine in Jaffna and also the Head of its Department of Biochemistry. Many remember the amiable Prof Hoover with great passion and esteem. May his Soul Rest in Peace. 

Prof OER Abhayaratne

In 1949, Dr O.E.R Abhayaratne was appointed the first Professor of Public Health and Preventive Medicine at the University of Ceylon. Being a man of outstanding ability and intellect, they couldn’t have chosen better. He was at the forefront of Public Health and Preventive Medicine at a momentous time when we were developing and expanding our Health Service. With his devotion to Preventive Medicine, he kept his speciality in the spotlight, publishing scientific papers and review articles. He was hugely influential in the shaping and development of the Public Health Services in Ceylon. He became the Dean of the Faculty of Medicine in 1953 and remained so until his retirement in 1967. The Prof has been notably responsible for the establishment and recognition of the second Medical School in Peradeniya.

Many students from my era will remember fondly the great man arriving every morning in his chauffeur-driven black Mercedes and getting off at the Kynsey Road entrance to the faculty. He was no stranger to the finer things in life. In a good mood, we often saw him walking the corridors of power whistling a happy tune.  It was a morning ritual for Prof O.E.R Abhayaratne and the Medical Officer Dr E.H.C Alles to arrive at the canteen for a tea and a fag. Dressed in his dapper beige suit there was an air of sophistication, although it had lost its creases aeons ago. They enjoyed a joke and a smoke.

Teaching was his life and he gave his all to his students. Professor Abhayaratne was an outstanding teacher and an altruistic mentor with a passionate interest in medical education. The Prof had a unique talent to teach. His Public Health lectures were light entertainment in memorable English prose laced with rhyming poetry. Malarial mosquitoes bred in tins and cans and pots and pans. The corrugated tin roofs were hot during hot weather and noisy during rainy weather. His cyclostyled notes (including all his jokes) were available for Rs.5.00 courtesy of the ‘Marker’ in the Men’s Common Room. His superb lectures from sewage disposal to water treatment and squatting plates to the control of communicable diseases were delivered with such elegance they entered our memories and stayed there

Prof Abhayaratne was the Dean of the Faculty at a time of tremendous political change and anxious uncertainty. He steered the ship into safety through stormy seas and retired in 1967. Although he richly deserved a long retirement, he passed away suddenly in 1969 of a heart attack. 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.

Sunday, May 21, 2023

MEDICAL BATCH 62 REMEMBRANCE DAY - 2023 (4)

 MEDICAL BATCH 62 REMEMBRANCE DAY - 2023 (4)

More tributes and recollections

Firstly from Harischandra Boralessa and next, Suriyakanthie Amarasekera

(1) Fond Memories by  Bora

It was in the early 1950s that I got to know JC. We were both at STC Prep at the same time.   

JC was an excellent athlete. He and my elder brother Ranjith competed in the sprint events. I vividly remember how they competed in the 1955 Western Province Athletic meeting.  By this time at Royal, JC had won the 110 and 220-yard events. My brother Ranjit came runner-up. 

That same year, JC came second at the Public Schools Athletic Meeting Sprint Events and Ranjith third. Both were beaten by an athlete from Richmond College Galle.  JC and Ranjith were awarded Public Schools athletic colours that year. Subsequently, JC concentrated on the 440 yards (400 m)  and became the Public Schools Champion. In 1958 he was appointed Captain of Athletics at Royal College. Later in life, he made a significant contribution to his alma mater. 

His younger brother Asoka (also known as Unda at Royal) was my classmate -  along with Siri Cassim, Nalin, Chanaka de Silva, Ravi Wicks - at STC Prep. One day, Asoka came into the classroom crying. He told us that his parents would send his aiyah to “Maggonna”. Poor Asoka! He did not realise this was only a threat by his parents to scare JC because he had been naughty at home.  Incidentally, when my brother and I used to have fights at home, our parents also threatened us with, “Ohelawa (you all) yawanna thiyenne Maggonnata not St Thomas.” 

JC was very fond of a “cup tea punt”. He was ready for it at any time of the day, particularly at the faculty canteen or Mayfair/Lion House. I often used to get a ride on his motorbike from Kynsey Road to Havelock town. He would always insist that we start the journey at the faculty canteen with a cup tea punt. I remember JC as a very popular member of our batch; he moved freely with all his batchmates, was a lively baila singer, rhythmical baila dancer and enjoyed a drink and a joke.   

During our internship, we shared a room at the LRH. We were not great buddies but we got on well. He always kept his bed neat and tidy. It used to annoy him when one of our batchmates would come into the room during our off weekends and, attracted by the scent of his after-shave lotion, would make a mess of his bed. 

While it is true that we were not very close friends, I still have fond memories of JC. May he rest in peace. 

(2) Fond recollections by Suri

“Death ends a life, not a relationship; All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here,”  Marie Schwatz. 

I would like to dedicate this to all my dear departed Batch Mates and especially to  Cecil Saverimuttu, V P H Rajapakse, Mangalam Sabaratnam Krishnadasan, Zita Perera Subasingha and J C Fernando, the 5  who bade farewell to us since the last Remembrance Day in 2022. 

I must confess that though I  remember Cecil Savarimuttu very well, I did not have a close association with him as a student or after he graduated.  I do, however, remember his pleasant smiling face and gentle demeanour. 

V P H Rajapakse, a fellow Anaesthetic Colleague with whom I was in touch from student days, was a gentle, soft-spoken, much respected Anaesthetist. His contribution to the field of Anaesthesia as a Teacher, Trainer and Senior Consultant based in Kandy, is significant and praiseworthy. One thing I  remember about our student days is that he was dubbed Victor Proctor  Hector Doctor by our irrepressible J.C . who loved to give nicknames. V P H dealt with this teasing in his calm, unruffled manner. 

Mangalam Sabaratnam Kriahnadasan, or “Mangy” as she was fondly called, was always bubbling with fun and laughter. Her beautiful smile is etched in my memory. I was saddened to hear of her protracted terminal illness. Learning that she had caring sons to look after her was comforting. I am torn with regret that I lost touch with her after she migrated, though I used to hear news of her from Sura, her close friend. 

Zita Perera Subasinghe   My dearest sister from another mother . Her demise was an irreparable loss not just to me, but to all of who loved her. Her indomitable spirit rising over the pain and suffering of her long-drawn-out terminal illness, and her cheerful brave acceptance of the inevitable end fills one with awe and admiration. She was a muti-talented genius who designed and created a breathtakingly beautiful wedding dress for her daughter Nisha, and enchanted us with her creative writing that was so inspiring. I am very fortunate to be given a booklet of her poems. I keep it on my bedside table near my Bible and often dip into it when I need courage or cheering up.

I thank God that the friendship bonds forged in the Anatomy Lab reeking of Formalin, in June 1962, have stood the test of time. We share so many precious memories, some sad, others joyful. I remember standing by Zita in the pouring rain at the graveside of her precious father as he was laid to rest. I remember Zita being picked up by the Clock Tower on Kynsey Road by a handsome young man in a red sports car- making all the girls envious! I remember her taking me to Ray Bans Fort to buy my first pair of sunglasses ( which cost all of Rs 40/- )from this charming handsome young man (Joe). Zita was there at the christening of my son Shaan in the UK when she took on the responsibilities of being his God Mother. She kept a watchful eye on him and was delighted as me at all his achievements… winning all Island Oratory contests, playing the lead role in several Drama productions, and Vocal performances. She was ecstatic when Shaan chose a career in Medicine. She was also the Attesting Witness at his wedding.

Having Zita as a Consultant Colleague at Sri Jayawardanepura General Hospital was so enjoyable.  We had to watch ourselves chattering too much during the operation lists! I was so proud of Zita when she performed the first ever Laser Eye Surgery in Sri Lanka, and also when she was inducted as the President of the College of Ophthalmologists of Sri Lanka.

I find comfort in the fact that I could keep in touch with Zita in the last difficult months of her life via WhatsApp.I used to message her several times every week, and though she could not respond at times, her daughter Nisha assured me that she read them and found them helpful.   Her demise has left an aching void in my life, and I comfort myself that my precious friend is now free from pain and tears. I look forward to the day we will meet again, one glorious day, beyond the Sun Set. 

J C Fernando. The pain of his departure is still so fresh in our minds. J C, who I can confidently say was the most popular boy in the batch, endeared himself to all of us with his quirky sense of humour  and caring ways. Though he had so many impressive achievements in the field of sports, he was never proud or boastful. He was the live wire at any party with his skilful Guitar playing, pleasing Baritone voice, and of course, his own “naughty” version of well-known favourites. He was responsible for giving nick names Pocket Edition, M….. Massive, Mother Lanka, K ..usuma and Brat of the Batch (myself )are a few I can recall. 

Apart from being good company, J C was a deeply caring person, always ready to lend a helping hand. I remember with gratitude his support, advice and encouragement when I had a nasty fall and needed a Total Hip Replacement of my right leg in 2018. I attribute my ability to walk without a limp, drive a vehicle, and swim barely 5 weeks after surgery to his support. He even sent me a videotape demonstrating the safe way to get in and out of a vehicle after hip surgery. 

It was heartbreaking to see J C so incapacitated after his CVA in January 2020 with limited mobility and, even worse, dysphasia. We can only imagine how frustrating it must have been for him. The way in which Sura cared for him during the long 3 years of his illness is absolutely amazing. She left no stone unturned to ensure that J C received the best care possible, despite not being in the best of health herself, having a severe benign tremor and a Total Hip Replacement. We have to find solace in that J C is no longer suffering and wish that he attains the supreme bliss of Nirvana.                

Friday, May 19, 2023

Medical Batch 62 Remembrance Day 2023 (3)

A Contribution to Remembrance Day 2023

By  Dr Kumar Gunawardane

“Death has nothing to do with going away,

 The sun sets,

 And the moon sets,

 But they are not gone”

                                       Jalal-ad-Din  Rumi

So, we should ponder,

Our friends are not gone.

Rather, we will remember,

“The  splendour in the grass”

The laughter, 

The joy,

The loves,

The boozy babels.

 

Also, the dejection of defeat,

Of anguish,

Of separation,

Of heartbreaks.

 

We  who remain, 

shall,

Hold on to the golden thread,

Of the gleaming years,

Of our fleeting youth,

Riding our winged chariots,

Spurred on by our tribe,

Of glorious lads and lasses.

 

Note from Speedy.

Kumar is a great writer of poems, and this one is no exception. He loves quotes. I thought you might like to know a little bit about the poet Rumi he quotes here.

Jalal ad-Din Mohammad Rumi, simply known as Rumi, is one of the most-read poets in the world. He was a 13th-century Persian poet (born in Afghanistan), mystic, and scholar who speaks to modern-day readers with wisdom on life and death. His work has been translated into many languages. Rumi’s poetry about death offer insights that can be applied by anyone looking for meaning in their own lives or grieving for someone they loved deeply. Rumi Quotes & Poems on Life, Love and Death are well known for being wise, thought-provoking, insightful, profound and comforting.  He died on 17 December 1273 in Konya. Here is another quote from him that I like- “Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.”