lived life to the fullest
Evelyn Kumari Kapuwatte
The passing away of Evelyn Kumari Kapuwatte was so sudden that all
who knew her are unable to understand the will of God. She was vivacious,
exuberant and ever willing to take part in any activity organized
by her friends.
She was independent
and lived separately, never inconveniencing her six children who
are comfortably settled in life. However, her children were ever
concerned and watchful.
15 years ago, she lavished love and care on her children.
The responsibility of bringing up her children made her strong,
but it did not take the fun out of life. She insisted that all get-togethers
should end with a sing-song.
She passed away during a get-together with friends.
The vast crowd
that paid homage to her at the funeral is testimony to her being
accepted as a special friend.
He took one
day at a time
November 10, marked one year since Uncle Nanda reached a higher
plane of eternal life. We lesser mortals are still struggling to
survive. My picture of Uncle Nanda will always be that of one clad
in a sarong, pipe in mouth (which was most of the time not lit),
glass in hand, narrating wild and dramatic stories. His ability
to make his point heard in a mild and simple manner used to amaze
In the local
political scenario prevailing today, he would have been in his element.
He was a diehard green-man, politically and environmentally. He
was close to nature and close to people. His attitude towards people
with problems was God-like. He would calmly reassure anyone of us
confronted with a problem and ease us of our burden. I have never
heard him complaining about his own needs or wants. His needs and
wants would be on behalf of others. He never dwelt on the past,
never spoke of material losses, but always lived one day at a time
He had a way
with children. I remember how he gave my son a pipe to puff on,
when he used to imitate him. He was a pillar of strength to his
family and I wondered how Aunty Clare, Viraj and Akki would manage
without him. I was amazed how his strength had a trickle-down effect
that enabled them to sort out life's trials and tribulations single-handedly.
to me, you have been a source of strength and encouragement. Though
you were born a Buddhist, and I a Christian, to me you were more
of a Christian than I am.
The death of Maruthappah Rajendra a few weeks ago leaves a void
in his family and community. Educated at Trinity College, Kandy,
Maruthappah graduated from Ohio University in America. Later he
returned to Sri Lanka and worked for CARE and other aid organisations.
he met Maharishi Yogi, which opened a door to spiritual life. He
became a master of meditative development, its theory and practice
and was in great demand as a teacher and lecturer. He travelled
to Geneva and Kenya and worked with zeal. Many youth trained by
him are now on scholarships abroad. In recognition of his excellent
work he was appointed Regional Director by Maharishi Yogi.
A noble soul,
affable and open-hearted, he was an outstanding teacher, who will
be missed by many. If the first half of life was achievement and
the second half the search for inner power, then here was a man
who was an integrated human being, an example to others. May he
be blessed with Moksha!
unsung DRO hero
Lal Jayatunga was one of the best DROs in the island, who served
many years but never became an AGA or a GA. In Lal, we found a gentleman.
He distributed land but did not have a house or land of his own.
He loved birds, animals, books and papers. He would read late into
the night but get up the next day with the call of the birds to
go on circuit to a far off place.
Though he never
engaged in politics, many were the politicians he associated with.
But he did not ask or beg for any favours for himself.
The likes of
Dudley Senanayake, M.D. Banda, Charley Kannangara, Victor Ratnayake,
Shirley Corea were his contemporaries. The Rev. Buddharakkhitha
with Wimala Wijewardena visited him often at the Mirigama official
bungalow for a meal, which his blind sister used to put on the table
so well prepared.
his life to looking after his sister who he believed became blind
due to his folly while playing in the yard when they were small.
The planters of Deniyaya remember him for his loud laughter at the
club. He was no sportsman of repute but would never miss a good
rugby, cricket or tennis match. He hated the din of big matches.
was once horrified to find that he had gone for the Havelocks-CR
match from the Barney Raymond's Parlour during the funeral of his
father. That was Lal.
Many young DROs and GSs came to him for advice.
In his young
days at Trinity, winning the Nel Prize for Literature, he boxed
the ears of E.L. Senanayake who later became Mayor, politician and
senior minister. M.D.H. Jayawardena was a contemporary of his who
came to his rented house to ask for votes, only to be told that
he had not voted for anyone in his life. Then they would both have
a chat about the old days at Trinity.
a clerical hand at the Foreign Office during the British era, he
came first in the Civil Service Examination and became the youngest
DRO. At University College he participated in the first ever campus
strike but ended up with an Honours Degree from London and assisted
others too in their studies.
It was no surprise
to see Lal, clad in khaki shorts, socks and hat, directing operations
to rescue an elephant stuck in the mud at the Weeravila tank.
Be it at the
Wildlife Protection Society, the Space Study Club, the Automobile
Association or Ole Simion's Press Club those days, he was the livewire
at many discussions.
Hakmana, a dangerous area then frequented by thugs, he assisted
the police to bring to book many a crook. He died unsung at the
Akuressa Hospital.May he have eternal rest.
A comet glittered
in our family
Soma Kumarihamy Pilapitiya
Born in Kandy,
Brought fame to Sabaragamuwa
You were like a
Comet in our,
Led a graceful
Bringing up leaders, governors,
You never lost the common touch
Though you lived in a palace.
On a gloomy morning,
Showing us the uncertainty of life
At your ancestral place,
Generations will get-together and
For you to attain the supreme bliss of Nibbana!
In memory of
a loving father
Dear father, you passed away 10 years ago on November 2, 1993, after
a fruitful 90 years. I remember how you shared my joys and cheered
me up when I was sad and advised me and my colleagues when there
was a problem. I will never forget how you got involved to settle
a misunderstanding between the Principal and the staff in my school,
talking to both parties, making them understand that such a rift
would affect the good name of the school and the education of the
and devotion was exemplary. I still think of the wonderful time
we shared, talking and laughing. At times I hear your deep voice
chanting Sathipattana sutra at the crack of dawn. Often your chanting
was the alarm for us to start a new day.
Sometimes you were like a mischievous schoolboy, befriending anyone,
in any age group and talking and arguing with anybody. You helped
the poor and the sick.
- Loving Daughter