The
sound of her violin will not be silenced by the killer waves
Orlantha Ambrose
Orlantha Ambrose passed away on December 26 when the tsunami
hit Sri Lanka. She was holidaying in Yala when tragedy struck her
and her mother. She came from a musically talented family. Her father
Anton Ambrose who is a practising gynaecologist in California had
to adjust his busy schedule to come over along with his wife Beulah
Solomon, a concert pianist and violinist, as Orlantha wanted their
support for the concert held on December 22.
Orlantha
who played the violin from the age of three was a dedicated young
teacher who came to Sri Lanka on holiday and decided to introduce
an easier way of learning the violin.
She
came here in 2003 and held a violin camp for six weeks with children
from different schools. She also had a performance at the end of
the camp. Later that year she had a performance titled 'An Island
Christmas'. The children also went carolling and had charity performances
at the children's ward of the Maharagama cancer hospital, the Marion
and St. Andrew’s elders’ homes, Preethipura home and
the Welikada prison. On hearing the group play at various places
in Colombo more children joined to learn the violin in January 2004.
She had many beginners including my sister Priyanti and myself.
The youngest student was four years old.
Once
again it was time to have the summer camp. With school exams in
between we practised hard and had a performance in August which
thrilled the audience. After a short holiday in the United States,
she returned to Sri Lanka in October and had her holiday camp. During
this time the group had grown from 39 to 65 children.
The
camp had an informal atmosphere with children of all ages interacting.
We knew with practice nothing was impossible. The children described
the class as fun as it provided the atmosphere for us to enjoy the
music with our friends. When our music books were given almost everyone
had attempted playing all the pieces. Parents didn't have to push
us to practise. When the small children took time to understand,
she was always patient and explained till they got it. I've never
met a teacher like Orlantha who taught us music in a novel way.
She worked closely with her parents during the rehearsals.
Preparing
for this performance was not an easy task since many had year-end
exams and other activities being the festive season. Orlantha had
rehearsals every day sacrificing everything to see that we would
play our best. Last minute rehearsals were tiring, but on the other
hand they were fun.
At
last the day came for our performance of ‘An Island Christmas’.
Our nervousness was forgotten when we saw the smiling face of Orlantha.
Sudden tragedy took our dear teacher's life while on a holiday after
the concert when the disastrous tidal wave struck the shores of
Yala leaving almost everyone in the arms of Jesus. We will always
remember her smile, kindness, dedication, love and the passion to
teach.
She
taught us to play the violin and gave confidence that we could do
it. I myself would never have held the violin if not for her. She
showed us that nothing was hard. Learning to play the violin, one
of the hardest instruments, was a dream come true to me, but news
of her demise gave a shock to us. May our dear teacher Orlantha
and her mother rest in peace.
Lasika Jayamaha
Member of Strings by the Sea
The
doctor with a social mission
Kamalika Abeyaratne
From almost the very first day that Kami was admitted
to school (was it in form 2?) we became inseparable friends. My
most enduring memory is of her impish, dimpled smile which transformed
her face.
We
entered medical college together. There, what with our hectic work
schedule, and more importantly, Michael's entry into Kami's orbit,
our schoolgirl intimacy diminished. After graduation our paths diverged.
Kami went on to specialize in paediatrics.
Together
with her surgeon husband they served in outstations for many years
before finally coming to Colombo. They continued the tradition of
dedicated service inculcated in them by their parents, notably their
fathers, Drs. George Wickramasuriya and Lloyd Abeyaratne. After
an early retirement, they worked in Saudi Arabia for a couple of
years before returning to Colombo.
One
day in 1995, the even tenor of the life of a close-knit family was
shattered, when on a routine trip to Beliatte to conduct a free
clinic, they were involved in a car crash. Kami sustained severe
multiple injuries, and was hovering between life and death for several
months. She was recovering slowly when fate dealt her a body blow.
Her blood tested positive for HIV, the sequel of an infected blood
transfusion.
'Why
Kami of all people', we wondered. She had already experienced more
than her share of personal tragedy. A lesser mortal would have given
up. Not Kami, whose indomitable will took her along to the most
important phase of her life. She became the voice of the voiceless.
Determined like Don Quixote to 'Right the Unrightable Wrong', she
formed 'The AIDS Coalition for Care and Education and Support Services
(ACCESS)'.
She
appeared on many platforms, attended several international conferences
supportive of HIV victims. Periods of disabling illness alternated
with apparent normality, when she was as active as ever. I once
met her in Habarana on her way to a remote border village to conduct
a clinic. On another occasion, despite breathlessness, she delivered
the prestigious Prof. Rajasuriya Oration, based mainly on the pioneering
work of her father. Over the last few months she was in and out
of hospital. The inevitable could no longer be postponed. May she
rest in peace.
Premini Amerasinghe
Riot-buster
Gaffie was a gentle giant
Abdul Cader Abdul Gaffoor
Retired DIG A.C.A. Gaffoor popularly called Gaffoor
Kakka (elder brother) by the people of Kalmunai where he served
as a Sub-Inspector of Police and "Gaffie" by his friends
and contemporaries, went on the journey to that great beyond on
December 11.
Gaffie
joined the Police Department as a Sub-Inspector in 1956. A good
policeman, he did his work well and got his promotions regularly.
He retired in 1987 as a Senior Gazetted Officer, whilst holding
the rank of Deputy Inspector General.
He
served in most parts of Sri Lanka as SI, IP, ASP, SP, SSP and DIG.
His record was exemplary and he received many commendations and
accolades throughout his career.
Gaffie
studied at Zahira College, Matale, his home town. He represented
the school in boxing and hockey. Matale produced many national hockey
players like the Wijekoon brothers and Kotinkaduwas. Gaffie himself
was no mug with the hockey stick and went on to represent the Matale
team in India, in a tournament in 1954. I have seen him in the boxing
ring, pitted against M.D. Perera, in a Police Inter-Division Meet.
"MD" was a scientific boxer who threw punches at Gaffie
from a distance, but would not dare get closer as Gaffie packed
two heavy punches in his left and right fists. He was a hard puncher.
A.C.A.
Gaffoor was described as the "Biggest Police officer this side
of the Suez", by a writer. In his halcyon days he had the physique
of a professional heavyweight fighter/boxer or a Greco-Roman wrestler
of the 14th century. Gaffie has been to my home in the south a few
times. On the first occasion, my late mother who was a humble head
teacher of a school, asked him in jest whether his entire body belonged
to him. During his Sub Inspector/Inspector days, his forte was tackling
crowds of protestors -- be they strikers, rioters, university students
or fasting Buddhist monks. He was picked from wherever he was and
rushed to the trouble-spot.
His
mere presence at a trouble-spot was sufficient for any mob to desist
from acts of violence or wanton destruction. Once whilst on strike
duty somewhere at Borella, he was struck down by a stone which landed
on his forehead. He was rushed to hospital, the wound was sutured
and he rushed back to the spot against medical advice. Such was
his dedication to duty. With advancing years, his body became flabby
and unwieldy, very much to his discomfort.
Though
Gaffie had a tough exterior, inside his ribs ticked a kind heart
and he was a soft spoken man. He was a gentle giant who was generous
to all and sundry. This made him popular wherever he served.
He
was a ruthless crime investigator. The writer, Rex Stanislaus -
the Josephian Public Schools athlete and Gaffie were attached to
the Kalmunai Police Station as Sub-Inspectors in the early sixties.
Once, a thief who had stolen more than a dozen push bicycles, was
brought to the police station. Gaffie, in his enthusiasm to get
more information, attempted to trample the thief. The horror stricken
thief clung onto the ankle of Gaffie with both hands and it was
a struggle for Gaffie to extricate his leg. In the process, the
thief had left deep nail marks on Gaffie's ankle which got infected
and took a considerable period of time to heal.
Gaffie
too had his moments of unbearable deep sorrow. One such instance
was the murder of his younger brother ASP Sahabdeen by an assassin
at Maradana in 1989. It took sometime for Gaffie to overcome this
sadness.
The
most beautiful thing in the life of Gaffie that I observed was his
beautiful handwriting, which was beyond compare. His writing was
like a work of art or a beautiful painting. I have not seen better
handwriting in the Police Department.
Gaffie
led a happy and contented life. My condolences go to his kith and
kin. May he attain Jennatul Firdouse.
Bandula
Seneviratne
The
honesty of an intellectual
Regi Siriwardana
I have known Regi for several years. His death robs
us of an intellectual giant. His achievements in various fields
are well known. What impressed me most about him was his intellectual
honesty and moral courage.
I
recall his letter on Anagarika Dharmapala, his studies on the government's
racist textbooks and his exchanges with the Jatika Chintanaya crowd.
A.
Shunmuganathan
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