Thursday, July 8, 2010

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Lalith Fernando and Devi Chinnaiah - Jesudasan.

Lalith and Jesudasan goofing around!

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Pearl Muttaiah - Hettiaratchi

A distinguished member of the batch,Waits with fingers crossed for theGroup Photo to be taken!!

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Preena, Abdurahman and Sikkander
Dear Phillip,
The delegation from Tajikistan has sent the following image.The fourth member of the delegation was seen hiding behind the Camera!!
Regards
Dawood

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

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Derwyck de Silva and Renata his better half.

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1. Rudi Nuryev and the ballet instructor at Habarana
2. Rudi Nuryev giving an exceptional display of his talents
before a beaming audience, at dusk, in Habarana.!!!
Dawood

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

A tale by Raja Wannakukorale

Raja Wannakukorala and Kalu Nana among others were having a chat round the dinner table after the Scientific sessions at the Habarana Get together. Kalu Nana had said at the lecture that he was serving in a hospital at Grantham, the birth place of Sir Isaac Newton.
Wannaku said that one day in the past Mr.Newton had come to the hospital where Nana was serving as DMO because he had a bruise on his head, caused by a falling apple while he was seated in his garden. Nana had examined the bruise and suggested an Xray. Newton had protested saying that it was a simple matter and that he wanted to go home. Nana had said Mr.Newton, this is a serious matter, you do not seem to understand the gravity of the situation. Newton had sat up at these words by Dr.Nana the DMO Grantham. He had said what did you say just now? Nana had said that he wanted him to take an Xray. Newton had said no not that what is the other word that you used just now. Nana had said GRAVITY? That set the series of thoughts in Newtons head which led to his enunciating the famous Laws of Gravity.
This is the sort of caramaderie that existed in our batch 50 years ago and is still going strong.
Philip

email from Karals

To all batchmates
At the outset, this is response from a non-participant to the recent batch-get-together activities,who has no excuses to offer.
Initially, the responsefrom the Department of Physiology was touching,sincere-a genuineexpression of gratitude, most deserving for an exemplary act of concern forthe needs of the present and future medical students at the institution which nurtured us and released us to the world of professionalism to enable us to water, feed and shelter ourselves and our loved ones. I cannot recall a similar gesture by any batch from Colombo,during the past fifty years.
Without any reservations, I salute those who thought of such a noble gesture re educational facilites, who collected the information re the precise needs,prioritized, proceeded to collect the funds and deliver without the usual 'magul bera' and 'pandals'.
Re the re-union at Habarana, having briefly attended one meeting at Kandy, I am aware of the enthusiasm and the detailed and affectionate manner in which planning for travel, accomodation, festivities and frivolities were made by several individuals, which also included a considerable degree of travel. This I considered was selfless devotion to a task-to regather, reevisit thepast, reminisce and rejopice, which, as to be expected was memorable and enjoyed by all.
Late Ajith Samaranayake wrote " In the lexicon of some Sinhala literary critics who know a little of post-modernism, nostalgia isa dirty word. It is regressive and retrograde and smacks of a futile attempt to return to the past. However, in a darkening and confusing time when so many certainties are crumbling, nostalgia may be the only way to keep sane.-Modified- nostalgia for one's medical school days is a pareticulalrly powerful emotion for it embodies a care-free life-they were the days before one's own eyes were uncomfotable opened to the sordid realities of life"
To all of you , who made all factes of thisre-union a memorable and resounding success-Thank You-for it made me proud to have been a batchmate of you all. Philip, your descriptione of the tributes to those who are no longer with us, made me silently pray that their journeys through samsara be short. Karals