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I shall post some news of interest to Sri lankans about life in Sri Lanka in the period 1950-1960 mainly. This will feature articles on music, general history and medicine. I am dedicated to humanism and refuse to judge people according to labels they are born with. Their actions and behaviour shall be my yardsticks, always cognizant of the challenges they faced in life.

Sunday, 21 May 2017

MAHENDRA'S MUSINGS - PART 1

WHAT MAKES A PERSON A PERSON? 

I have been thinking a lot lately on how our personalities and “self” is determined and conditioned.

At birth, and as we grow up what you are, is determined by:-

(a)    Genes inherited from your parents over which you have no control at all.
(b)    Your environment. This includes your parental attitudes, family attitudes, the socio-economic conditions you grow up, which in turn depend on where and when you are born (the time period- e.g., Victorian values will be very different from modern values.
(c)    The third factor is not proven and is the Buddhist concept of karma.
(d)    Random occurrences such as an unexpected natural disaster causing physical or psychological damage.

Buddhist philosophy postulates that your current life is a continuing life process where a constantly changing “life force” moves on to another being at the time of death and continues its progress in that life by a process of continual change, and the nature of that change, which could be desirable or undesirable (advantageous or disadvantageous) is governed by a cause-and-effect universal law where “good” actions lead to “good” outcomes and “bad” ones to “bad” outcomes. This process is known as “karma”. If this is true,  the person or “self” which is a continuously changing entity and regarded as “me” or “you” and is not a permanent unique “soul”, will be bear characteristics dependent on his/her past actions. Whether these are just moral determinants or applicable to whatever happens is unclear to me. I came across an apparent Buddhist teaching, written after his passing away but attributed to him that there are 5 causal factors which determine what happens in the World. These are called the 5 niyamas and karma is just one. Not everything that happens is a result of karma, for example Utu Niyama refers to laws that govern natural phenomena such as earthquakes, tsunamis, the climate and the weather, Bija niyama, that which operates on living matter such as seeds, fruits and plant life, karma niyama which is the moral “cause and effect”law, damma niyama,natural spiritual law such as anatta, and citta niyama, which refers to consciousness and reality.  This view is contested by some as interpretative and not actually preached by the Buddha, The attraction to me of this line of thinking is that according to this, not everything that happens in the world is a result of karma. For example, earthquakes happen and if you are caught in one, there is no need to postulate that it was your karma to happen to be there.

Thus it is possible to view a “person’s” nature as determined by three factors:-
(1) your genes
(2) your environment and
(3) your karma. Just to confound this even more, the first 2 factors will also be related to the 3rd, For example, a person with beneficial or desirable Karma will be more likely to have better genes and be born to a better environment.

What is very unclear and fails to stand up to rational thinking is how this process of “karma” is so to speak put into practice. Do our actions affect our genes? How is the information supposedly coded in some way, transmitted from a person who has just died to a person just born? Is this distance-limited or limitless? Can someone die in New Zealand and be born in Sweden? What is the possible mechanism by which this happens (if you accept that it happens)? Does this transmission of a “life force happen only in human beings or does it apply to all other animals? It is said in Buddhist texts that when the sperm fertilised the ovum, a life is created when the life force (p…) becomes part of the union. This p.. is on the lookout for conditions that satisfy the kind of life that the karmic forces have so far developed. Is this restricted to humans or can the animal form change? For example, can a chimpanzee continue as a cow? Or, even more controversially, can a human being continue as a lower evolutionary animal? Where do you draw the line? Mammal to mammal? Mammal to insect? These questions cannot be answered at the moment even in a mildly plausible way and an underlying mechanism of any sort has not been postulated. The Buddha’s answer has always been, “I shall show you the path but you will only find out the truth by treading the path yourself, no one can do it for you and endless speculation won’t provide you with the answers.”

Does this mean that it would be wholly stupid to even entertain the notion that it could happen? The only point that puzzles me is the apparently robust records in history where a person has claimed to recollect a past birth. Some of these multiple births have occurred in the same country but there are recorded examples of cross country recollections. If we are applying the scientific method of inquiry, we cannot dismiss them just because we cannot prove them or because it seems unlikely. The first step in the analysis is to determine whether these instances are genuine or are hoaxes. If it can be shown beyond all reasonable doubt that it indeed has happened then even it is just one case, this requires an explanation. The concept of Rebirth is one possible explanation although, at present, we have absolutely no possible explanation of the underlying mechanism. But this cannot be taken as “proof” of rebirth. There may be other testable hypotheses to explain what some investigators have named “persistence of a past memory”.

Buddhism also talks of other realms including those inhabited by devas (small gods). But devas are subject to Dukkha and death too. Devas can be reborn as human beings and if this is true,  our entire concept of time and space has to change. A deva in a different world millions of miles away dies and passes on a “life force” to a human on Planet Earth.

Personally speaking, I think that the Theory of Human Evolution is now a proven fact, thanks mainly to fossil evidence. It is, therefore, hard to accept that evolved beings can regress in the Animal Kingdom as implied when it is said that a Man can be reborn as for example a Reptile. Or advance on the evolutionary scale in just one step, e.g, die as a crocodile and be born as a human being.

There is also implied in the theory of karma that there are actions which are “bad” (in that they result in bad outcomes) and actions which are “good” In that they have good outcomes. It is hard to define moral behaviour in just these terms. Killing a person is said to be “bad” with a bad outcome but what if killing was the only option available to a dutiful loving son when his mother’s life was under threat by a killer and inaction would have resulted almost certainly in the death of his mother? One then has to apply the rider that even actions which appear to be immoral have to be judged by taking into account motive. Motive then becomes paramount. Motivation driven by ignorance, aversion or greed leads to bad outcomes.

The Cause and effect law, in general, makes sense. For example, care in what you consume will have beneficial effects on your health, preparing for an examination is likely to produce good results. But these are tangible and obvious. Not so when it is stated for example that uttering a lie is a “bad thing. A lie may save a life, e.g., to lie that the person the killer is seeking is not in the house they are searching could save that life whereas a truthful statement that “yes, he is hiding in that cupboard” will result almost certainly in death.



It appears to me therefore that absolute “good” and “bad” cannot exist unless every action is judged (in the sense of a good or bad outcome) purely by the motive. Even this poses problems. How does this determine the outcome for a suicide bomber who absolutely and totally believed that he was performing a totally valid and ethical action? If it is also accepted that the phenomenon of “action-reaction” is intrinsically part of “Nature”, and not punishment or reward meted out by a Supernatural Force, then the “rules” by which they operate defies a logical explanation, certainly in terms of morality or what is good and bad. A Supernatural Force that decides on rewards is impossible to conceive sensibly in that such a Force must then thought of as “judging” the actions of Billions of people from millisecond to millisecond! It is even harder to conceive such a force as loving, all powerful and benevolent when it seems to pick and choose, turn a blind eye and even punish people.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Memory of dear departed colleagues

There’s a Road ……

In memory of our beloved
Colleagues who are no more



















1. S.R. (Sunil) de Silva
2. A.R.K. (Russel) Paul
3. Dawne de Silva Paul
4. Bernard Randeniya
5. Niriella Chandrasiri
6. V. Ganeson
7. L.G.D.K. (Irwin) Herath
8. V.Kunasingham
9. B.L. Perera
10. B. Somasunderam
11. K.Sunderampillai
12. Tudor Wickramarachchi
13. K.N. (Kiththa) Wimalaratne
14. Anna Ponnambalam Sathiagnanan
15. A. Satchitananda
16. N. Sivakumar
17. T.A. Dayaratne
18. Sidath Jayanetti
19. N. Balakumar
20. Kamali Nimalasuriya de Silva
21. K. Sri Kantha
22. P. Lucien Perera
23. Priya (Gunaratna) de Silva
24. Arul (Sivaguru) Balasubramaniam
25. W. Punsiri Fernando
26. W. Rajasooriyar
27. M.P.C. Jaimon
28. S. Vedavanam
29. Farouk Mohamed



There’s a road that’s made of memories
Starting from our med school days
Each colleague left us souvenirs
As we happily went our ways

Our hope was that, of everyone
Having a rich and fruitful life
Work to be mixed with a bit of fun
Not much in the way of strife

Then, news of loss of the very first life
We thought they were playing the fool
‘He died with his kids and wife!’
Next, ‘who could just drown in a pool’?

More losses unexpected
By heart attack and accident
Each sad news left hearts dented
Were they an unfortunate precedent?

Lucian rang me out of the blue
I am in the UK and very soon
I’ll visit you! Yes, it’s true!
Next there’s an accident and doom!

Bala was in real high spirit
Get post-grad exams fast he can
He will top the list of merit
And bring pride, to his great clan

He too met his death too early
Then followed by Bernard and Dawn,
Hearts broken we cried dearly
They had just reached, life’s first morn

How ‘bout BL I met at a meeting
Anna would come if we could take her
Arul was sorry but sent a greeting
Then they went to meet their maker!

We spent time with such great mates
What can be, the best five years
Suddenly they go through Pearly Gates
Leaving us, in real sad tears         

Siva, Satch, Sidath, Irwin
Leaving too early, were our fears
Didn’t you know we’d be grieving?
Crying till there’s no more tears?

Priya, Kamali Arul, you gave a shock
To us all, you’re such close friends
Sri Kantha, Bala you were our rock
Never thought your time here ends

Tho’ each name not get a mention
Your faces are truly carved in stone
You are in a ‘period of detention’
We’ll be with you, you’re not alone.

Zita Perera Subasinghe (the poem) and Mahendra Gonsalkorale (the rest!)
Feb 2017




Sunday, 5 February 2017

Malu Velenda by Suraj Ranasinghe

A song by the Jay Brothers (1960-70s Sri Lankan group) ( Dr Gerri & the late Dr Perrin Jayasekera )

Cover version with music played on a Tyros and vocals by Sulilala ( using the vocal harmony setting on the Tyros )

The original version is found elswhere on YouTube and on the website 'Miyurugee'.


Monday, 16 January 2017

Weligama after 20 years - a recollection

Weligama after 20 years

by Dr Nihal D Amerasekera
  
Those were happy peaceful days in my youth when life was full and in harmony with nature. During the long University vacation  I decided to travel home armed with some reading material. I can still recall the large black canopy of the Fort Railway Station and the smell of steam and burning coal. There was soot everywhere. The trains hissed and puffed and screeched incessantly. The 3 hour journey was uneventful but for a talkative young Englishman seated in front who began a long conversation. He indulged lavishly in the Vadeys and pineapples sold by the vendors at the Railway Stations along the way. The sight of the stilt-fishermen, with their unique style of fishing from a perch on a sturdy pole 20-50 meters out to sea remain in my memory still.

In 1962 my father was working for the Local Government in Weligama. My parents then lived on the outskirts of the town some distance away from the sea on the Akuressa Road. On either side were paddy fields, banana plantations and palm trees. Across in the distance was the backdrop of purple mountains. Ours was a new house built on a hillside surrounded by tall jak, breadfruit and mango trees. It was an idyllic setting with a gravel path leading up to the house. At the edge of the property  was a stream full of fish. At night the frogs made an awful racket. In the morning the  dawn chorus was deafening.  During the day I walked in the garden sat beneath the trees. Sometimes I did some fishing downstream and enjoyed seeing the village damsels frolicking and bathing in the muddy pool.

In the warm afternoons I went out for a walk across the fields or through the forest. Every meal was a feast of mouth watering sea food with a pot of local curd and honey. The short walk to town was full of greetings from the friendly locals.  A retired Apothecary lived in a large mansion nearby. He was a quiet kind man with a few professional anecdotes which he related over and over again. In the evenings we went to the old Rest House by the sea. It was beautifully located at the edge of the Weligama bay . The tall cylindrical columns of its long verandahs gave it a colonial feel. On many occasions I had sat on the rocks watching the waves roll in. It was very pretty at sunset to see the boats go out to sea and the shimmering lights appear across the bay in the far distance. Heaven and earth seem very near to each other.

Off the beach is an extraordinary villa occupying a 2 acre island in Weligama Bay. It was built in the 1920s by the traveller and gardener Count de Mauny. The island was a  famous destination for many notables from different nations, including the novelist Paul Bowles. Its spectacular tropical gardens, and  octagonal-shaped house is breathtakingly beautiful. Its early colonial furnishings, large circular  verandahs make you step back into the 1930’s and is a travellers dream. Music from Noel Cowards “a Room with a view” wafts in the background giving it an “olde world” feel. The Count finally chose to live his eternal dream of peace and tranquillity close to nature ending his days in this paradise island. There was a busy main street of small shops and a fish market. The Railway Station was small and had a quaint grey picket fence. I still remember its Seth Thomas pendulum clock in the Station Masters Office. There was just the one doctor working in Private Practice – Dr Nugara a kindly gentleman of immense grace and charm. He later left to settle in Australia. Sometimes we visited relatives in Kitulampitiya Galle and occasionally went to Matara to see the sights. After my vacation I said goodbye to my idyllic home to return to Colombo and  a busy schedule of hard work.

I left Sri Lanka in 1974 to ‘make my fortune’ abroad. More exams and hard work filled my days and nights. Carving up a career took its time and toll. Years whizzed past and it wasn’t until 20 years later I returned to Weligama the town that has haunted me since those days of my youth.
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I made the journey by car to save time. The roads were no wider than before but the number of vehicles had increased several fold. The result was mayhem with noise and pollution. Despite the fast moving traffic people, cattle and dogs cross the road in gay abandon. Weligama was unrecognisable. The popular landmarks had disappeared and  I found our former home with difficulty. The many tall trees that surrounded the house had gone perhaps ending up as furniture in a plush Colombo Hotel. The lovely gravel path to the house had become a muddy track left behind by lorries  and bull dozers. The  gushing waters of the stream was now a trickle without any life being a casualty of intensive farming with pesticides. Worse was yet to come. An old man seated on the steps of the house looked bemused but greeted us warmly. The property has been brought by developers and the house was allowed to decay. The door creaked as it opened. My heart sank to see the long strands of cobwebs stretch from wall to wall. Wooden windows had perished and fallen away and the house was a haven for cockroaches and mice. In places the roof had caved in. The plaster had come off the rain soaked walls. Doom and desolation filled the air. As I moved from room to room I felt uneasy and claustrophobic remembering the life and the laughter and the happy times we have spent there. I spoke little and left the house heart broken to see my home in ruin and my memories shattered. Many of the neighbours had died and their children moved away. The main street was packed with people and full of life. There were many tourists bartering and moving in and out of the numerous shops. The astrologers and palmists made a quick trade.  The buzz of the place absorbed my attention for awhile. Rest of the town looked prosperous too. Many of the houses had Televisions Radios and VCR’s. They were well maintained with lovely gardens and cars in the porch. The people certainly  looked more affluent and healthy. With industrialisation we are losing touch with mother earth and the rich harvest it brings. The tourists bring us the valuable dollars and litter the countryside with the products of their own artificial lives. In the evening I sat on a rock by the Rest House watching the sea. There have been new additions to the Rest House which was not in keeping with its colonial past. Snorkelling and speed boating had stopped for the day. I watched the waves roll in as I had done all those years ago wrapped in my own  thoughts. There were Coca Cola cans and  polythene bags rolling in the breeze on the baked golden sand. I left Weligama with mixed feelings. Sad that my past has been desecrated but happy to see prosperity has reached that beautiful town of my dreams. After all I cannot allow the dreams of my youth get in the way of progress.

In writing these notes I have tried to give my moods and thoughts as it occurred. To me the last 50 years have been one rich gift amidst some misfortune. It is politics and destiny that would decide what the next 50 years would bring for Weligama.
Many yesterdays of my youth lie buried in this beautiful country of my birth.


I wish to dedicate these memories to my maternal grandfather Dr DB Weerasekera who accompanied me in the journeys to this idyll. He paid for my rail ticket, discouraged me from eating the vadeys and pineapples from vendors due to fear of bacteria and held my hand when I crossed the road although I was a grown up man. I wish I was there to hold his hand in his final hour.

Note The following photos have been added by the Administrator