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.
Monday, June 29, 2015
email from Kamala Ediriwira.
Dear Doctor Veerasingam,
I regret very much my inability to attend the 50th Anniversary. Thank you for all the
Email updates etc, you have been sending me including the latest photos.
Convey my best wishes to all.
Kind regards to all
Kamala Ediriwira
(nee Mettananda)
I regret very much my inability to attend the 50th Anniversary. Thank you for all the
Email updates etc, you have been sending me including the latest photos.
Convey my best wishes to all.
Kind regards to all
Kamala Ediriwira
(nee Mettananda)
Always Nice to meet a Tax Account
From Nana
C.S.Nanayakkara
Just for a laugh !
The Tax accountant
A Young woman walks into a Chartered accountant’s office and tells him that
she needs to file her tax Returns.
The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few
questions.”
He gets her name, address etc.
And then asks, ”What’s your occupation?”
“I’m a prostitute,” she says.
The accountant is taken aback and says, “That's too gross. Let’s try to
re-phrase that."
The woman says, “OK, I’m a call girl”.
“No, that still won’t work. Need something more acceptable."
They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m a poultry farmer.”
The accountant asks, “What does poultry farming have to do, with being a
prostitute?”
“Well, I raised a thousand cocks last year.”
Chartered Acct :“ Brilliant !!! Poultry Farmer it is!! and agricultural
income is tax free in our country"
Enjoy
sena nanayakkara
C.S.Nanayakkara
Just for a laugh !
The Tax accountant
A Young woman walks into a Chartered accountant’s office and tells him that
she needs to file her tax Returns.
The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few
questions.”
He gets her name, address etc.
And then asks, ”What’s your occupation?”
“I’m a prostitute,” she says.
The accountant is taken aback and says, “That's too gross. Let’s try to
re-phrase that."
The woman says, “OK, I’m a call girl”.
“No, that still won’t work. Need something more acceptable."
They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m a poultry farmer.”
The accountant asks, “What does poultry farming have to do, with being a
prostitute?”
“Well, I raised a thousand cocks last year.”
Chartered Acct :“ Brilliant !!! Poultry Farmer it is!! and agricultural
income is tax free in our country"
Enjoy
sena nanayakkara
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Recalling the late Tissa Kappagoda's ways.
After the 1960 Batch,
Medical entrants, Colombo, get together at Negombo, Sri Lanka recently, my
friend Karalliedde (Karals), had these reminiscences of the late Tissa
Kappagoda.
Tissa knew during his early days at
Trinity College, Kandy that he was different from the other boys at school. The
slightest trauma would bring on lumps under his skin and prolonged bleeding which
needed urgent medical attention. He was
suffering from Haemophilia. This did not prevent him being an active spectator
at all the sports activities at Trinity.
Pain was a recurrent part of his
life. He learnt early in life to bear with pain. He got the message that ‘What you cannot cure, you must learn to
endure’ during his boyhood.
Once while having a chat with
Karals he had told him that ‘Pain as a
symptom made one to get angry. The anger invariably was directed at the carers.
The carers were invariably the near and dear. A sharp tongue could wound, worse
than a sword’. Tissa learnt to control this anger and was remarkably successful
at it.
Karals recalled a time when Tissa undertook
to drive his car on a long journey. He had severe pain from a swollen joint,
but he bit his lips and drove on. When Karals met him at the end of the drive
Tissa’s lips were bleeding.
Caring for others at any cost to
his physique, was Tissa’s philosophy in life.
‘At the going
down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember him’.
We will remember him’.
Philip G Veerasingam
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