Loyal
friend with forthright views
The cruel hand of death ruthlessly took away yet another colourful
personality of the planting fraternity with the dawn of the New
Year. Gamini Weerasekera, 'Gamma' as he was fondly referred to,
by his near and dear ones died on January 1.
He
met with a dreadful accident while driving his car accompanied by
his wife. It was a private funeral at his request.
Gamini
was a versatile tea cum rubber planter thoroughly conversant in
both crops. He was never deterred by industrial strife, which was
rampant on plantations at the time, as he knew nothing called fear.
He faced any situation on the estates under his charge with courage.
His employer, the Sri Lanka State Plantations Corporation recognized
his professional ability and handpicked him to manage some of their
largest and most prestigious estates such as Mahawela, Pelawatte,
Sorana and finally Raigam which were the pinnacles of his long and
noteworthy planting career.
I
had the good fortune to establish a healthy rapport with him during
our planting days in Sabaragamuwa.
He
was a tower of strength to me in all my activities especially those
connected with the Ceylon Planters' Society, the only trade union
of the working planters. He contributed in no small measure towards
my success as the Regional Chairman of the sprawling Sabaragamuwa
Region and subsequently in my capacity as the Treasurer and supported
me in all my endeavours.
Gamini
hailed from an illustrious family. Tall, dashing and debonair, he
had countless friends from all walks of life and radiated bonhomie.
Forthright in his views, unwavering in his loyalty to friends, he
remained steadfast in his convictions. He had a deep penetrating
mind which focused on men and matters.
He
had absolutely no concern for himself, nor did he solicit praise.
He was a friend without peer. We extend our heartfelt sympathies
to his beloved wife Thusila and sons Pasad Dilum and Buddika. It
is our earnest wish that he will be born again in our midst as a
Kalyana Mithra in his sojourn in Sansara until he attains the supreme
bliss of Nibbana. Good-bye and farewell my sincere friend. "To
live in the hearts of men is surely not to die.”
Lalith
Perera
His
charming personality won him many friends
Murali Jayadeva
Murali Jayadeva passed away in a private hospital in Colombo on
January 20.
His charming personality made him a popular figure wherever he went,
with his relatives as well as his friends.
I
met him first towards the end of the 1960s, years after his mission
to New Delhi around 1965 to receive the Golden Peacock Award for
the film along with Gamini Fonseka. Since that time he arranged
several film festivals in Colombo on many occasions for the film
society, which he represented.
It
was sad when he lost his residence at Nawala-Koswatta in the '83
riots . Life became difficult for him after this. People whom he
had helped for long years attacked his house, but he bore no malice
to anyone.
After
retirement from government service he was attached to the Timber
Corporation and later to the Hotels Corporation until he migrated
to Madras in 1990 because of his children's higher education He
returned to Sri Lanka in 1995. Since then he worked as a freelance
journalist at Wijeya Newspapers and at a later stage at Lake House
prior to his sudden demise. He was a person who moved with kings
but did not lose the common touch.
S.A.P. Subasinghe
True
son of Lanka
Reggie Candappa
It was with a profound sense of grief that I read of the demise
of Reggie Candappa. Unfortunately I could not attend his funeral,
as I was overseas. I had visited him soon after his operation and
although his health was failing, he was full of energy, humour and
wit. As usual, he and I spoke for a long time with the mutual respect
we had for one another.
He
was indeed a true, dedicated and loyal son of Mother Lanka. One
thing that really fascinated me was his collection of books, and
that too on a wide variety of subjects. He had a collection of rare
books on Sri Lanka, which was priceless, which I envy, even today!May
his soul rest in eternal peace.
Amyn
Chatoor
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