Saturday, March 7, 2015

Dr. Mark Amerasinghe - An Appreciation.

Sunday Times 2


The Renaissance Man

Mark Amerasinghe


‘A renaissance man or polymath is a person who is skilled in multiple fields or multiple disciplines, and who has a broad base of knowledge. The term renaissance man is largely based on the various artists and scholars of the European Renaissance, (starting in about 1450 CE), who pursued multiple fields of studies. Perhaps the quintessential renaissance man of this period was Leonardo Da Vinci, who was a master of art, an engineer, an anatomy expert (for the time), and also pursued many other disciplines with great success and aplomb.’- http://www.sundaytimes.lk/150308/
Doctor, Specialist Orthopaedic Surgeon, Teacher, Academic, Author, Presenter of Dramatic Monologues, Radio Ceylon Artist, Singer of Western Classics, philosopher, fearless Social critic etc..
Dr. Mark Amerasinghe was the youngest in a large family. The eldest was a girl, then there were Clarence who brought the two famous brands of motor cars to Ceylon in the 1950s – Volkswagen from Germany and Peugeot from France, Lesley the Obstetrician and Gynaecologist , Shirley a top Civil Servant who was Secretary to the Treasury in Ceylon and who subsequently chaired the Law of the Seas United Nations Panel, Eric an eminent President’s Counsel, followed by Basil, Ned and Mark.
Recalling his young days Mark said they were residing in a house opposite the War Memorial near Victoria Park (Present Viharamahadevi Park). He and his brothers were amused spectators watching the locals play soft-ball cricket near the memorial.
The boys attended Royal College where they carried away quite a few trophies at the annual prize-giving.
Dr. V.C. de Silva who was Consultant Rheumatologist in Kandy, was at Royal around the same time told me that Mark was a good boxer and could never be put down easily.
Mark played rugger and was in the team which carried away the Bradby Shield, beating Trinity at their home ground in Kandy. He relates this with much gusto in an article which you can read at

http://www.sundaytimes.lk/080629/Sports/sp202.html

Here is an excerpt from it:
The crowd kept yelling all the time cheering and urging on their favourites, but their yells were drowned by the bawled out encouragement of two loyal Royal supporters, Sydney Soyza and ‘Winston Serasinghe, who kept running up and down the line, shouting themselves hoarse. We were naturally jubilant, because not only had we won both legs for Bradby’s Royal, but we had, in the process, created history. This was the first time that Royal had beaten Trinity in their highland fortress!
E.L. Bradby, their principal, was a legend in his lifetime and set the pace for all the students under his care.
Mark entered Medical College with E.V. Peiris, on whose bicycle he learnt to cycle at Royal. They were lifelong friends and Mark was the helper — ‘Kapuwa’ as he recalls it — in the love affair of Ernie with a lady medical student, boarded at the YWCA at Union place. After the couple passed out as doctors Mark was the best man at their wedding. Their families would meet and party on Christmas Eves till Ernie, who was a Consultant Physician at the Colombo General Hospital, passed away.

Standing: N. VanCuylenburg, C.L. Gunasekera, S. Wickremasuriya, M. Amerasinghe, F. Aldons, C.D.L. Fernando, D. de Moor, G. Rajapakse, A. Drieberg. Seated: E.V. Peiris, S. Navaratnam, E.L. Bradby (Principal), C.O. Foenander (captain), D.L. Anghie (coach), H.C. Aldons, A. Amarasinghe. On ground: M. Rodrigo, St. E. de Silva. (Pic copy by Saman Kariyawasam)

After obtaining the MBBS, Mark was a Demonstrator in Anatomy at Francis Road, Colombo. This is where he met his partner in life Premini, the pretty daughter of Consultant Physician Dr. Hilary Gunawardena. Her mother was a sister of the famous Dr. R. L. Spittell. Premini later became a Consultant Radiologist and was the author of quite a few books.
Subsequently after getting through his Primary FRCS exam in Sri Lanka, Mark was assigned to Dr. L.D. C. Austin for training in surgery. A rap on the knuckles for a wrong move in assisting at operations, or a dig from behind by an overseeing Drago Austin for a lapse in technique in surgery was the harsh discipline he had to follow. Attention to detail was impressed on him. This made his results in surgery excellent in later life.
Mark was at a swimming pool with Drago and intimated his intention to marry Premini. Drago was caught off guard and nearly dropped into the swimming pool in the excitement, recalled Mark, with much hilarity, long years later.
A church wedding was contemplated and advice sought from a pastor about the ceremony. A rather straight-laced pastor wanted Mark to attend classes on Christian church doctrine and be baptised before the wedding ceremony. The idea of a Church wedding was dropped in the face of these demands.
The married couple left for Britain. After completing the FRCS, they were at Liverpool for Mark to get his M.Ch Orth. Professor McFarlane was conducting the course. On his entrance on the first day of the course all the students in the lecture hall stood up in greeting him. Prof. McFarlane is supposed to have greeted the students, with the words ‘Sit down gentlemen, please sit down. When you all stand up, it gives me a sense of great importance and you a false sense of security’. These words were greeted with great surprise by the majority of Indian students following the course, but met with applause by Mark.
At a subsequent lecture by Prof. Rosenheim the following words were written by him on the black board ‘An ability to do a surgical procedure is not an indication to do it on a patient’. This made a very deep impression on Mark who was always highly selective in advocating surgical procedures.
Amila their eldest daughter was born in Britain. When Mark told his landlady the good news, she is supposed to have said ‘Ah, children. Mixed blessings’.
Upon their return to Sri Lanka, Mark was posted to the Kandy General Hospital as the first Orthopedic Surgeon to assume duties there. He was to be the pioneer to blaze a trail for Orthopaedics in Kandy. It was a constant struggle to get beds allocated, to obtain operating time for his cases and space allocated to accommodate his clinic and record keeping. He gradually won his battle and when I joined his unit in June 1967 as Senior House Officer, his wards were the cleanest in the hospital. He had a separate operating suite and a well-run clinic with good record-keeping.
He had a Peugeot 203 with registration number ending in a 007, the signature of James Bond. It would growl into his parking space, next to the Orthopedic Clinic, sharp on time day in day out. The staff working in the unit were constantly on their toes.
I remember assisting at an operation in the operating theatre, when he announced the arrival of a new member in his family. Dr. Upali Weerakkody was the Anaesthetist. He asked him the gender of the new arrival. Mark’s answer was, ‘It is also a young lady. You know mine is a specialised unit and she is the fourth in line’. He was announcing the arrival of Manju. I have witnessed the young ladies growing up. They have given of their love and affection to their dad to overflowing.
It was in keeping with Mark’s policy never to pull strings to achieve his ends. Provision of a telephone to his residence in Kandy looked as though it would never arrive. One day his elder brother Shirley Amarasinghe who was the Secretary to the Treasury, one of the top civil service posts in Ceylon at that time, came on a visit. When he found out that Mark, an Orthopedic Surgeon at a premier hospital, had no phone in the house, he was astonished. He gave the necessary order and the phone was installed in next to no time.
Mark’s lifelong interest in the learning environment of the medical students at the University of Peradeniya got him a place in the Faculty Board. This he occupied for long years taking an active part in the proceedings. He was one of the pioneering spirits of the Medical Faculty at Peradeniya.
Kandy had a good cultural milieu into which Mark entered with enthusiasm. Prof. Bibile was Dean of the Medical Faculty. The charming Prof. Bibile had a top brand tape recorder and a good sound system. He had a lovely collection of musical classics. He suggested holding regular monthly Tuesday meetings for various artistic performances. There was Prof. Valentine Basnayake, Prof. Chubby Arsekuleratne, Prof. Barr-Kumarakulasinghe and his talented wife, Thiru Kandaiah, Prof. Wickremanayake and his wife Prof. Eugene and other personalities who took part in these get-togethers.
Mark was already an artist in Western vocal music, with Radio Ceylon. He started learning the drums with Suramba the famous Kandyan drummer.
This was the time that the American Hospital ship ‘The Hope’ visited Sri Lanka. Quite a few of the doctors working on the Hope visited Kandy.
Subsequent to this, an Orthopaedic Workshop was started in Kandy. This was to make appliances for amputees and leg braces for post-polio deformities etc. It did some excellent work under Mr. Assaw and fulfilled the needs of the Orthopaedic Clinic in a big way.
Congenital club feet and post-polio deformities took a large share of work in the Orthopaedic unit in addition to the more common fractures referred by the General Surgeons. I do not think that anyone equalled Mark in the number of operations to correct congenital club foot. This was done with meticulous records kept of the findings of the operative dissections. The innumerable number of children with post-polio deformities attending the clinic had various innovative tendon transfers done to restore activity to paralysed limbs. Work was hectic but kept on an even pace. Tempers were rarely lost and there was camaraderie in the unit all the time.
Mark retired early and went as Professor of Orthopaedics to a University in Malaysia for two years.
In the meantime Prof. Bibile, another legend in Ceylon, had passed away while on a foreign trip.
Back in Kandy Mark gave a ‘Memorial Oration’ in the name of his friend, Prof. Bibile. A few weeks later he was diagnosed with a myocardial infarct. He went to Britain and had a coronary bypass done on the advice of his Cardiologist Dr. S.R. de Silva.
He was back in Kandy and joined the Department of Anatomy of the Medical Faculty, Peradeniya, as a senior lecturer. He was a superb teacher and was popular with the students who addressed him as ‘Mark Sir’. While in this post he wrote a Dissecting Manual for human anatomy and this was used by the students.
He had by this time been a tutor who received the love and admiration of generations of medical students and doctors. I was his Senior House Officer. My two daughters Queenie and Shiranie had been his students in Anatomy at the Medical Faculty in Peradeniya.
He retired later from this post and devoted himself to music and drama. He learnt French and translated three plays from French to English. Mark Amerasinghe was awarded the distinction of Chevlier des Arts et Lettres by the French Government in 2006. He jokingly told me that he was looking for a horse as he had been made a Knight.
The dramatic monologue was his forte. He produced and acted in quite a few. The finish he gave after months of preparations to each performance was remarkable. At an age when others would be forgetting where they placed their spectacles, Mark would do a dramatic monologue lasting more than an hour, not missing a single line and with no script in sight. For all these presentations, the script writer, producer, director, stage manager and actor were one person — Mark Amerasinghe. He continued this passion until 2011, even after a major heart attack in 2007.
So these were truly One Man Shows!
Mark writes:
The seven French novels that I have adapted and scripted for stage from the originals, and presented as monodramas in English are, Camus’ L’Étranger (The Outsider)- presented as ‘The Outsider, [4980 words](Gallimard), Victor Hugo’s ‘Le Derniere Jour D’Un Condamné (Librio)-presented as ‘The Last Day in Death Row’ [5976 words] André Gide’s ‘La Symphonie Pastorale’ (Gallimard)- presented as ‘Forbidden Fruit’ [6171 words], Maupassant’s ‘Le Horla’ [8777words] (Hachette) and Marguerite Youcenar’s ‘Comment Wang-Fô fut Sauvé’ [4839] (Gallimard ) Antoine Saint Exupery’s “Little Prince [in 2007] and Orphee [2009].
One day he wanted me to explore the possibilities of doing a video of these. I took up the challenge and recorded two of them on video. These were transferred to CDs.
He also did a few live performances of English songs and classics accompanied by Valentine Basnayake and subsequently by Tanya Ekanayake. They included favourites such as Foggy, Foggy Dew, Begin the Beguine, and more serious operatic arias and Lieder of which Erl-King was one of his favourites.
I wanted all this talent to be preserved for posterity. I created a ‘Blog’ of all these performances. It is in the following web-address:

http://markamerasinghe.blogspot.com 

Failing eyesight, couple of heart attacks and cardiac rhythm irregularities handicapped his later life but he was very much physically active. He said his wife and doting daughters, Amila, Krishni, Ishika and Manju, who he referred to has his “female Mafia” had placed him under ‘house arrest’ to prevent any accidents. He loved and waited eagerly for the company of his sons-in-law and grandchildren.
In his last years he wrote articles which highlighted corruption in Sri Lanka by powerful politicians and their henchmen. He did not care for any anticipated consequences. Here is an extract from a letter he wrote to the Sunday Times of Sri Lanka.
‘…So Sri Lanka boasts of another record; in creating a breed of ‘untouchables’, not of lowly status, but of the highest status, completely above the laws of the land which certainly operate in the case of those ordinary mortals who do not belong to these charmed circles.
How ‘curious’ can this progressive island in the sun get?
Mark Amerasinghe, Kandy’
You can read it in its entirety at the following web-link:-

http://www.sundaytimes.lk/120923/plus/letters-to-the-editor-12-13316.html
Krishni, his second daughter, died as a result of a malignancy. He could not bear her loss. He got a massive heart attack a few months later and died on the March 1, 2015 at 3 a.m.

‘I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frankly
And for the cruel person who tears
Out the heart with which I live,
I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns:
I cultivate a white rose’
- Jose Marti
‘…Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill’.

Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

‘…And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take’.

Heraclitus by William Johnson Cory. translated from the Greek Anthology.
- Philip G Veerasingam

Philip and Karu in the Arpico 'Urban Kitchen', Union Place, Colombo.


How long can the Ebola virus live?

The end of the lie-detector or is someone telling porkies?

Friday, March 6, 2015

Three cups of tea for a day.

LOOK AT YOUR HANDS

 email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai.
 - THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!  AND SO TRUE - ENJOY
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
HERE'S A GOOD WAY TO LOOK AT YOUR HANDS.   (MALE OR FEMALE)   NEVER QUITE THOUGHT OF IT THIS WAY BEFORE
   JUST  LOOK AT THE PICTURE A GOOD WHILE, AND THEN READ THE  REST.  IT WILL TOUCH  YOU. 

I  was privileged to take a photo of  'Five Generations of Women' 

Grandma's  Hands



  
GRANDMA'S  HANDS
A must read thru to the end, please!!
Grandma, some ninety-plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. 
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. 
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong. 
'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her. 
'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?' 
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. 
Grandma smiled and related this story: 
'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.  These hands, though wrinkled shrivelled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. 
'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.  They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
'They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.  They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They  wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when  I buried my parents and  spouse. 
'They  have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbours, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. 
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. 
'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. 
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God. 
I will never look at my hands the same way again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. 
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. 
When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another. 
Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. 
Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something God would  do.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you --
not because they are nice,
But because you are.
 
 
 

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Birds of Paradise Project


Email from Daya Jayasinghe




The pictures related to these were on National Geographic recently .. Came across this video ..  itsWOW all the way.. 





Irish Bus Thieves.

 email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai

 

Two Irish friends leave the pub. One says to other, 'I can't be bothered to walk all the way home.'

'I know, me too, but we've no money for a cab and we've missed the last bus home.'

'We could steal a bus from the depot,' replies his mate.

They arrive at the bus depot and one goes in to get a bus while the other keeps a look-out.

After shuffling around for ages, the lookout shouts, 'What are you doing? Have ye not found one yet?'

'I can't find a number 91'

Oh fer goodness sake, ye t’ick sod, just pinch the No. 14 and we'll walk from the
roundabout.

Here are some laughs for you.

email from Gallege De Silva

08:54 (22 hours ago)




 
 MEDICAL EXAMS


1. A man comes into the ER and yells . . .'
My wife's going to have her baby in the cab.'
I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress and began to take off her underwear.
 Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs - - - and I was in the wrong one.

Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald ,
San Francisco 


2... At the beginning of my shift 
I placed a stethoscope on an elderly 
and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. 

'Big breaths,'. . . I instructed. 
'Yes, they used to be,'. . .replied the patient.


Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes , 
Seattle , WA 


3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad 
news when I told a wife that her husband had 
died of a massive myocardial infarct.

Not more than five minutes later, I heard her 
reporting to the rest of the family that he had 
died of a 'massive internal fart.'

Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg 


4. During a patient's two week follow-up
appointment with his cardiologist, he informed 
me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with
one of his medications..

' Which one ?'. .. . I asked. 'The patch...
The Nurse told me to put on a new one every six hoursand now I'm running out of places to put it !'
 I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see.
Yes, the man had over fifty
  patches on his body!

Now, the instructions include removal of 
the old patch before applying a new one.

Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair , 
Norfolk , VA 


5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient,
 I asked, 'How long have you been bedridden?'
 
After a look of complete confusion she answered .. . .' Why, not for about twenty years - when my husband was alive.'
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson- 
Corvallis , OR 


6. I was performing rounds at the 
hospital one morning and while checking 
up on a man I asked . . .' So how's your 
breakfast this morning?' “It's very good 
except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem 
to get used to the taste,” Bob replied.

I then asked to see the jelly and Bob produced
a foil packet labeled 'KY Jelly.'

Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf , 
Detroit , MI 


7. A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, 
entered . .. . It was quickly determined that 
the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was 
scheduled for immediate surgery.
 When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green and above it there was a tattoo that read . . .' Keep off the grass.'

Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon
wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, 
which said 'Sorry . . . had to mow the lawn.'

Submitted by RN no name
,

AND FINALLY!! ! . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . 

8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB. I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams... To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. 

The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing
 this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. 
I looked up from my work and sheepishly said. . .
' I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?' 
She replied with tears running down 
her cheeks from laughing so hard . .
.

' No doctor but the song you were whistling was . . ..
' I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener .' '
 Dr. wouldn't submit his name.... 
ONE MORE 

Baby's First Doctor Visit 

This made me laugh out loud. 
I hope it will give you a smile! 
It's my favourite of the lot !!!

A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room,waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam. 

The doctor arrived, and examined the baby,
checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed. 'Breast-fed,' she replied.. 

'Well, strip down to your waist,' the doctor ordered. 

She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts
for a while in a very professional and detailed examination. 

Motioning to her to get dressed, the doctor said, 'No wonder this baby is underweight.
You don't have any milk.' 

I know,' she said, 'I'm his Grandma, 

But I'm glad I came.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Take a peek at History..

email from Piyusha Atapattu

Do you know the best residential area in Colombo during the Dutch times? 


Yes it was 'Grandpass' : (from Grande Passo)
Some old Dutch houses and even a Dispensary are still there?

Other interesting names that still survive from those days:

Main Street: (Roa Direto).

The Dutch remembered one of their governors – Hulftwho died during the siege of Colombo, withHulftsdorp and recalled some of their native place names like Leyden and Delft.

The Dutch named Maliban Street to identify the fashionable promenade in Pettah – Maliban meaning the MMall.

Kayman's Gate refers to 'kayman' – crocodiles that were found in the area where the rivulet entered the sea.

Wolvendaal meant the dale of wolves.

Bloemendahl is a vale of flowers.

Korteboam means short trees.

Beira (mythology), the mother to all the gods and goddesses in the Celtic mythology of Scotland.

There was a time when Kollupitiya was known as Baradeniya. It was a beautiful rustic village with coconut gardens and cinnamon trees that grew wild and narrow cart-tracks which connected the few villas and homes here with the rest of the country. For the purpose of postal services `Colombo 03’ consists of Kollupitiya. 

How Baradeniya became Kollupitiya - The year was 1664 and the king was Rajasinghe II whose cruel acts embittered his subjects. Three Kandyan chiefs sought to slay the king and place his 12-year-old son on the throne. One of the conspirators was Udanuwara Ambanwela Appuhamy. When the plot failed, the king had two of the rebel leaders beheaded. However, instead of executing Abanwela Appuhamy, the most feared of the rebels, he handed him over to the Dutch to undergo what he thought would be a more brutal torture. Instead, the Dutch set him free. Ambanwela Appuhamy took the Dutch name of Van Ry-cloff and built up a good relationship with the Dutch who gave him a large plot of land by the sea where he grew a coconut plantation which soon expanded over the ancestral farms of the natives who dared not complain. They could only retaliate by calling the plantation Kolla-ke-pitiya meaning 'Plundered land'. Today, there is still an area in Kollupitiya that is calledPolwatte.

The footprints of Galle Face (Colombo 03) begins with Galle face south of Colombo Fort (Colombo 01). Originally a vast swamp, thePortuguese and Dutchused this piece of land as a strategic defense. It was the British who developed the Green into a leisure ground. 

The 19th century paintings of John Deschamps, show the Galle-Face esplanade with a high road running through the centre of it. Added later was a promenade by the sea and a driveway bordering the lake where the Dutch Military cemetery was. Deschamps describes it as forming not only the principal exercising ground of the garrison, but also the general promenade of the inhabitants of Colombo and its vicinity. On foot, on horseback, or in carriages, people flocked to this salubrious setting to inhale the delicious breeze which is almost always to be found by the sea side of this part of the Island. The Galle Face esplanade or Green was established byGovernor Ward in 1859. An inscription reads "in the interest of the ladies and children of Colombo".

Cricket, football and polo were played on the Green. In 1829, horse racing was established under the auspices of Sir Edward Barnes. Everyone enjoyed a day at the races: the vendors poured in from earlynoon, servants on leave spent their day there, as well as schoolboys who didn’t make it to school, palanquin carriages with shutters down and curtain drawn conveying Mohammedan ladies and of course the European community. A circular race stand was built by subscription. Initially it was a building of brick, coated with a plaster of chunam. Its conical roof was covered with an excellent thatch of kehjan(woven coconut leaves). From here a view of the whole course could be obtained. The race-balls were held here, the upper room being cool and airy for dancing; card-tables were placed in the verandahs, whilst the lower portion formed a good supper-room. Subsequently the roof was tiled. By the 1870s it had become a more substantial building and was known as the Colombo Club. This building still stands, even though maybe not in its original modest form, and is now the Crystal Ballroom of the Taj Samudra Hotel Colombo.

At one end of the green was the Galle Face Boarding House, forerunner of the present Galle Face Hotel, which was constructed in 1887.

Today the green has lost much in its extent; but after a long period of neglect has recently been restored back to the chief leisure ground of modern Colombo for people of all walks of life.

A temple, a church, a school, Kollupitiya Walukarama Buddhist Templeis said to be the oldest temple in Colombo. It was founded in the 1800s by Ven. Panditha Valane Sri Siddhahatta Maha Nayake Thera, who was also the founder member of the Maha Sangha Saba of theSiyam Nikaya of the Kotte Chapter. The land for the construction of the temple was donated by a famous indigenous medicine physician of Kollupitiya, Arnolis Silva.

St. Andrew’s Scots Kirk founded in 1842 as a Church of Scotland by Scots living in Ceylon, has today become the International Church in Colombo welcoming into its fellowship people of all nations and denominations of the Christian faith.

Jinaraja Kanista Vidyalaya down Dharmakirthi Ramya Road dates back to 1898. Then named "Jinaraja Buddhist English School" this was the oldest Buddhist English mixed school in Colombo. This school was established for boys and girls of Colombo managed by the Buddhist Theosophical Society, Colombo, under the guidance of Col. Henry Steele Olcott.

A jeweller, a textile dealer, a baker, a grocer, anoptician and a private hospital in Galle Face Court 1was the first multi storey block of flats in Sri Lanka and the domed addition which followed as Galle Face Court 2 were both buildings that were initiated by theMacan Markar family as residential, business and real estate ventures. The dome housed an observatory. The road here was renamed Sir Macan Markar Mawatha on account of the contribution of the Macan Markar family towards industry, business, trading andpolitics
Hope you enjoyed the interesting History lesson!!