This blog is about the entrants in the year 1960, to the Faculty of Medicine, University of Ceylon, Colombo. The email address for communications is, 1960batch@gmail.com. Please BOOKMARK this page for easier access later.Photo is the entrance porch of the old General Hospital, Colombo, still in existence. Please use the search box below to look for your requirement.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Two videos by Philip G Veerasingam uploaded to Youtube.
Two videos made by Philip G Veerasingam. Please visit my channel 'philipveera' on You tube to see more than 600 video clips on life in present Sri Lanka.
1.Bird song - What I hear in the mornings at our home in Avissawella, Sri Lanka. Try identifying the individual call of each bird. Click on link below:-
2,The daily walk of an Iguana - in my daughters garden at Avissawella, Sri Lanka. Click on the link below:-
Ginger and gastric cancer - email sent by Gallege De Silva.
Ziziphora may be effective in treatment of gastric cancer
Published on February 13, 2013 at 4:12 AM
A recent publication in the journal Food and Agricultural Immunology investigating the effects of aloe vera, ginger, saffron and ziziphora extracts as herbal remedies for gastric cancer suggests that the latter may be effective in the treatment of the fourth most common form of the disease.
Already applied in the treatment of various other diseases, the study now shows that this traditional Uygur medicinal plant to have the highest cytotoxic effect on AGS cell line of those under investigation.
Professor C. J. Smith, Editor of the journal and Director of the Manchester Food Research Centre at Manchester Metropolitan University, commented "Hippocrates declared "Let your food be your medicine and let your medicine be your food." The modern world is increasingly beginning to appreciate the wisdom of this simple statement. As we have developed modern medicines over the last couple of centuries we have neglected the role which diet plays in the maintenance of good health. However, recent years have shown the importance of understanding both the role of diet and the role of the gut flora in maintaining good health."
"The understanding of the significance of the gut microflora in good health and in disease has taken major strides in the past three decades and much has been made of the importance of herbs and spices as modulators of health and as being useful in preventing various disorders including gastric ulcers and obesity. 'Cytotoxic effect of four herbal medicines on gastric cancer (AGS) cell line' is an excellent example of these developments. The authors tested four spices for their cytotoxic effect on a gastric cancer cell line and show that three of these have varying cytotoxic properties which may be of clinical relevance. This paper therefore fits in a general theme of scientific evaluations of the control and treatment of diseases by food ingredients and components which leads one readily back to the hypothesis proposed by Hippocrates."
Phone on the wall - email from Gallege De Silva.
Please take a minute to read this beautiful story. You'll be glad you did.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in
our neighbourhood .... I remember the polished, old case fastened to
the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too
little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination
when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an
amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was
nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's
number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while
my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench
in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was
terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one
home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally
arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the
footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I
unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily
enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said
the voice...
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her
for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was.
She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day
before, would eat fruit and nuts..
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.. I called, “
Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and
then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not
consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so
beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of
feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne ,
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I
was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed
my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the
table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those
childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene
sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient,
understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little
boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
Seattle .. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15
minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then
without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and
said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please
tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess
your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked
if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle .. A different voice answered,
"Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working
part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks
ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was
Wayne ?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did.....
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.
I loved this story and just had to pass it on.
I hope you enjoy it too.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in
our neighbourhood .... I remember the polished, old case fastened to
the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too
little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination
when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an
amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was
nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's
number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while
my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench
in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was
terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one
home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally
arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the
footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I
unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
"Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily
enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said
the voice...
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her
for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was.
She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day
before, would eat fruit and nuts..
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.. I called, “
Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and
then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not
consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so
beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of
feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne ,
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I
was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed
my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the
table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those
childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene
sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient,
understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little
boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
Seattle .. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15
minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then
without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and
said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please
tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess
your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked
if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle .. A different voice answered,
"Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working
part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks
ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was
Wayne ?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did.....
Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.
I loved this story and just had to pass it on.
I hope you enjoy it too.
Pavement pictures
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Kamalini Kanapathippillai
Date: Tue, Apr 23, 2013 at 12:20 AM
Subject: FW: Chalk Guy is Back! These are absolutely amazing
> Guy is Back! These are absolutely amazing
> CHALK GUY IS BACK! ENJOY!! Hard to believe that these are drawn on a
> FLAT sidewalk or street surface.
> [cid:001f01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:9.2243026326@web82808.
> [cid:002101ca7ca2$b76e8460$
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> [cid:002501ca7ca2$b76e8460$
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> [cid:002a01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002901ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002b01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002c01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002d01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002e01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002f01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:003001ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> Great Crevase Edgar Mueller. Hard work: Together with up to five
> assistants,Mueller painted all day long from sunrise to sunset.
> The picture appeared on the East Pier in Dun Laoghaire , Ireland ,As
> part of the town's Festival of World Cultures.
> [cid:003101ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:003201ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> He spent five days, working 12 hours a day, to create the 250 square
> metre Image of the crevasse, which, viewed from the correct angle,
> appears to be 3D. He then persuaded passers-by to complete the illusion
> by pretending the Gaping hole was real.'I wanted to play with positives
> and negatives to encourage people to think twice About everything they
> see,' he said. 'It was a very scary scene, but when people Saw it they
> had great fun playing on it and pretending to fall into the earth.'I
> like to think that later, when they returned home, they might reflect
> more on What a frightening scenario it was and say, "Wow, that was
> actually pretty scary."
>
> [cid:003301ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> painted a giant waterfall in Canada, said he was Inspired by the
> British "Pavement Picasso"T Julian Beaver, whose dramatic but More
> gentle 3D street images have been featured in the Daily Mail.
>
> This guy is amazing no matter how you look at it!
> Have a wonderful day!!!!
From: Kamalini Kanapathippillai
Date: Tue, Apr 23, 2013 at 12:20 AM
Subject: FW: Chalk Guy is Back! These are absolutely amazing
> Guy is Back! These are absolutely amazing
> CHALK GUY IS BACK! ENJOY!! Hard to believe that these are drawn on a
> FLAT sidewalk or street surface.
> [cid:001f01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:9.2243026326@web82808.
> [cid:002101ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002201ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002301ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002401ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002501ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002601ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002701ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002801ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002a01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002901ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002b01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002c01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002d01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002e01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:002f01ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:003001ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> Great Crevase Edgar Mueller. Hard work: Together with up to five
> assistants,Mueller painted all day long from sunrise to sunset.
> The picture appeared on the East Pier in Dun Laoghaire , Ireland ,As
> part of the town's Festival of World Cultures.
> [cid:003101ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> [cid:003201ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> He spent five days, working 12 hours a day, to create the 250 square
> metre Image of the crevasse, which, viewed from the correct angle,
> appears to be 3D. He then persuaded passers-by to complete the illusion
> by pretending the Gaping hole was real.'I wanted to play with positives
> and negatives to encourage people to think twice About everything they
> see,' he said. 'It was a very scary scene, but when people Saw it they
> had great fun playing on it and pretending to fall into the earth.'I
> like to think that later, when they returned home, they might reflect
> more on What a frightening scenario it was and say, "Wow, that was
> actually pretty scary."
>
> [cid:003301ca7ca2$b76e8460$
> painted a giant waterfall in Canada, said he was Inspired by the
> British "Pavement Picasso"T Julian Beaver, whose dramatic but More
> gentle 3D street images have been featured in the Daily Mail.
>
> This guy is amazing no matter how you look at it!
> Have a wonderful day!!!!
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Monday, April 22, 2013
Tropical Ceylon 1932.
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Nihal Gooneratne <nihal408@att.net>
Date: Mon, Apr 22, 2013 at 5:52 AM
Subject: TROPICAL CEYLON 1932
To: Nihal Gooneratne <nihal408@att.net>
From: Nihal Gooneratne <nihal408@att.net>
Date: Mon, Apr 22, 2013 at 5:52 AM
Subject: TROPICAL CEYLON 1932
To: Nihal Gooneratne <nihal408@att.net>
Seeing God - email Kamalini Kanapathippillai.
Twinkies and Root Beer
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.
The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.
Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?
"He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked," Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added," You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!
~author unknown~
Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way. Let them know how important they are. Have lunch with God!
And .......Thanks for touching my life!
Background music: May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You, performed by the great Jim Reeves.
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