Obituary

Nice Article in today’s Sunday Island about Prof OER Abhayaratne – Ranjith Almeida

Shared by Narme

I should have guessed Narme, from your imposing stature, kind heart, unassuming personalty and the husky voice that you are related to our much loved professor. 
I too have a personal story to add. Those good old days when medicos had to not  only impress the examiners at the entrance exam but to go through the final scrutiny of the interview.
For me being a ගමේ කොල්ලා  coming to Colombo and to be dressed in a three piece suite (for the first time) was bad enough but to face the giants both physically and intellectually was a true nightmare. To my luck, bless his soul your maternal uncle Then the Dean if the faculty chaired the board. 
When the  erudite lot trying to impress each other by posing harder question the sweet gentleman addressed me as ‘now young man why you want to do medicine. As innocent as can be with beads of sweat dribbling from forehead when I looked at the face of the questioner that fatherly reassuring calmness took all my fears away and proudly said I want to be a doctor to save patients!!!
As you could imagine except your uncle, everyone was mused and was trying to drill me when he interevened and asked if I have pen friends!
Rest is history but unfortunately due to his benevolent heart you all are still  suffering having forced to put up with me.
Kind regards,
Ariya

Now you know

Who Am I?

Contrary to my illusive thoughts of ownership,

For making ‘I’, from me no contribution or helpBirth, hunger, growth, anger, happiness, ageingAnd even desires and guilts, I am not controlling

A male with a female cell did combine,Securely at right warmth in making meThere wasn’t anything I did, in that gameThough proudly identify, saying, it is ‘Me’

To cry when born, to get a breath of fresh air,I did nothing, a wired apparatus, ‘not the heir’Hunger pains signalling from brain make me crySeeking milk and warmth, as well to remain dry

Providence of nutrients, called the ‘kabalinkahara,Contact, passahara, thoughts, manosancetenaharaNourishments, right direction and drive, VinnaharaGifted by nature, certainly no input, I’m not the giver

From birth, up to the point of departure, from this world,For an iota of food even, not the maker, but plants & animalsA parasitic consumer, all had come from outside sources,Still keep mouth open to grab and consume, awaiting chances

To focus attention to a sensual object or a being,Thoughts do flow making me a puppet on a stringA false sense inserted in mind, as the ‘Lord & Master’Bestowed a desire to be protected, till genes do transfer

Even the hunger nor the thirst is under my control,Nature made my organs, how to respond, it does all Desires, even, raging anger, respond to nature’s callWhen & how to die, programmed to obey, I’m just a fool

Exemplary pioneer evolutionist, Sir Charles DarwinCame out with his theory linking Amoeba as my kinUnderstanding process of beings’ natural selection Though lives on tree top, monkey became a cousin

My assigned job by ‘nature’ is to continue gene poolWhen completed, though I still want to cling like a foolAgeing and illness will lead to demise, without my controlAm I different from a plant or from even a beastly animal?

Like to ask here a pertinent questionwhat is self and who does the thinking?Isn’t it a highly sophisticated illusion,Maintained by a complicated neural connection?

The misconception, however does not end thereTo survive must avoid sickness and danger, scareWhen faced with fear due to the vulgarities of natureWe learnt to build weapons to overcome every creature
Dr Ariya De Silva