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Shooting star said it all
Nanda Senewiratne
It is with deep sadness that I heard of Uncle Nanda's passing away today. I had not known that he was ill, as I have never seen him in anything but the best of health and the most benevolent of spirits. To lose a Godfather is bad enough, but to lose one so kind is doubly sad.

I wish I was there to pay my last respects in person. As he is laid to rest, my fondest memories of the times we spent together during my childhood crystallize. I know his family will miss him deeply, as he was such a warm, supportive person, and he was also lucky to have the same reciprocity from them.

Whenever I smell a pipe, I shall think of him. Also when I see an Asahi Pentax camera. I remember vividly our holiday in China Bay, Trincomalee, in April 1973. The trip to the Somawathie Chaitya, to which Uncle Nanda navigated unerringly through uncleared jungle, waterholes and game paths. I understand that now there is a road to the place, with electric lights, but I remember how we spent more time pulling his jeep out of the mud than making progress then.

The other moment that will always be in my mind is when we were all sitting on the verandah of the Petroleum Corporation bungalow and saw a shooting star. Somebody remarked that a shooting star meant that a prince had died. The next day we learned that Dudley Senanayake had passed away.

Surely, if we look at the sky tonight, we will see another.
Saliya Wickremasuriya


I wish you were here to see your grandchildren
Bertie E. Wijeratne
My father, Mayadunnage Bertie Edward Wijeratne, born on June 1, 1935 hailed from a low-country family from Sedawatta, Kelaniya. His parents later went to the hill country in search of greener pastures.

Thathie being from a family of planters followed in the footsteps of his elder brother, after completing his studies at St.Thomas' College, Matale. He excelled in various sports in school, especially cricket and boxing.

A rigorous training made him quite knowledgeable and hard working. His superiors found in him, the makings of an efficient planter and without hesitation recommended and transferred him to larger plantations from time to time.

There was keen competition even during those days to become a planter. He was dynamic, and mastered the techniques of all aspects of tea and rubber planting and manufacture. It did not take much time for him to prove that he was capable of managing large plantations.

After a short period of five years, he was put in charge of plantations of over thousand hectares of tea and rubber.

During this period, the labour force comprised mainly Tamils. He worked with them well and looked after their interests. He was conversant in Tamil and they loved him very much.

He gave priority to the wellbeing of the labour force downtrodden by the Europeans. Thathie's kindness and large-heartedness were appreciated by all who knew him.

His love, my mother, was from the land of gems, from the well-known family of Delgoda from Ratnapura. As a loving husband and father of two daughters and a son, he was proud of his family. Today, I wish he were here to see his five beautiful grandchildren.

To his brothers and sisters, Thathie was the darling of the family.

They were proud of him. He was also prepared to make any sacrifice for them.

Thathie's sudden death on December 1, 1994 created a vacuum that can never be filled, leaving his family like a ship without a rudder.

He had carefully planned his life after retirement. But alas, it was not to be. Thathie was a God-fearing man who never missed his morning prayers before setting out to work everyday.

Specially qualified in the preparation of nurseries and the propagation of V.P. and bud-rubber plants, at the time of his death, he had more than 40 years experience and was a recognised Visiting Agent for many large plantations. The vast areas he replanted in the low-country plantations will undoubtedly bear testimony to the invaluable services rendered by him to the industry and the country at large.
May he attain Nibbana.
Son Haren


Graceful queen
Sister Grace
We played, laughed, tripped and cried,
Cheerfully sang, stepped and danced.
I staggered, slipped and cascaded,
You rushed, raised and elevated.

Our family was a garden beautiful and decorous,
You were the blossom gorgeous.
Flowers fade, wither and disappear,
My love for you in my heart reigns forever,

If I were to be kidnapped and slain by my enemies,
I know who would remember me with tears
Your room was a fount of joy, happiness and blessing,
You were the queen, graceful and charming.

My heart sinks deeper and deeper,
Oh! I behold the vacant room of my sister.

Sister, my dear sister Grace.
L. Victor Cabral


An officer and peacemaker
Admiral Ananda Silva
Admiral Ananda Silva, who passed away on November 24, three years ago will always be for me the epitome of the classical 'officer and gentleman'.

In all he did, either in the line of official duty, or in his personal life, the one-time Navy Commander exemplified all the characteristics of professionalism. Everything about him spoke of integrity, dignity, competence and commitment to duty - the classic hallmarks of a true professional. Whether in uniform or out of it, he was remarkable for his rational approach, his imperturbability and his ability to always stay focused on the objective before him.

I knew him well and associated with him often in his capacity as Navy Commander at a critical time for the country. I admired very much, both his modesty and the courteous and dignified way in which he behaved. There is not the slightest doubt that at this particular moment of our history, Ananda would have been a tremendous help in the process of transformation from war to peace.

It is a matter for wonder that some of the staunchest proponents of peace have come from among the ranks of the military; persons whose lifetime of service was that of defeating the enemy through the force of arms.

Ananda was one of those exceptional men trained in warfare who was in fact a peacemaker. The cultural well springs of compassion and tolerance which inspired his life would have been foremost in shaping this side of his character. Examples of such men are rare indeed and can be perceived only in epic terms. One such image which enters the mind as one reflects on persons like Ananda, is that told of Arjuna in the Bagawat Gita and the agony he endures in the fields of Kurukshetra before the battle with his brothers. His actions would in all possibility result in the killing of his close relatives. But duty and service cannot be denied.

So thinking of Ananda and his life at this time reminds me not only of the great service he performed for us all, but also of the sad drama of the past that we had to live through, now fortunately at an end.
Bradman Weerakoon


Only love
S.T. Rajanathan
I hide my grief throughout the weary days,
And gather up the threads of life again,
Now, when I feel my courage flicker low,
Your spirit comes to breathe it into flame,
Until I lift my head and smile,
Whispering softly your beloved name.
When the heart's already filled
With memories, warm and bright,
There is no room for lasting sadness,
Only love - to keep it light.
Ever-loving wife Chris


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