A
friend, gentleman and agri-expert
W. D.V. Albert
It is almost five months since our dear colleague
and friend W.D.V. Albert left us. It was an unbearable loss not
only to his dear wife, children and relatives but also to all his
friends and colleagues. All of us were taken unawares by his sudden
exit. He worked until the last day at the end of which he found
time to visit his ailing sister.
We
who were close to him often feel he is yet at his desk at the Protected
Agriculture Entrepreneurs' Association Office (PAEA) at Peradeniya.
He was instrumental in establishing the PAEA and in doing so he
translated into action an agribusiness effort initiated by the USAID
funded Agro-Enterprise Development Project (AgEnt), a project in
which he was the Production Specialist in Horticulture. This project
filled a long-felt vacuum in the sphere of agriculture in relation
to high value horticulture.
Backed
by his long period of service in the Department of Agriculture and
with the assistance of people like David Anderson of AgEnt, Albert
successfully strengthened the weak links in agricultural production
mainly in horticultural crops and vegetables introducing the latest
technologies in production, but more importantly contributing to
post-harvest technology, processing and marketing of vegetables
and fruits. Although these areas were referred to ad-nauseam in
the past by experts, it was people like Albert that made them work.
The proof of his ability was that people kept seeking his advice
and assistance after his retirement until his last day.
Coming
from a respected family of devout Catholics, Albert was held in
high esteem by all who came to know him. He was an active member
of the Church. He was also a live wire in the Department of Agriculture
until retirement.
He
was involved in almost all aspects of agriculture, be it research,
production, farm management, agricultural extension and agricultural
education and training. He was a specialist in potato production
and seed quality assurance. He held the positions of Deputy Director
of Agriculture in the Department of Agriculture.
I
had the privilege of working with him both prior to his retirement
from government service and in various projects and programmes,
thereafter. I am indebted to him for helping me in most matters.
He was a close friend and gentleman par excellence, devoted, honest
and understanding, a person who silently but effectively led all
his colleagues with advice and direct assistance.
He
enjoyed company and regularly invited his friends to his home. This
time around they missed his annual Christmas party. He had been
one of the best lecturers of the School of Agriculture. Past students
of this institution both in and outside the Department of Agriculture
will bear witness to this.
His
accomplishments in the private sector, international organizations
and local agribusiness organizations are far too numerous to be
mentioned. He served as a Consultant for USAID, FAO, CARE, GTZ,
ADB and several local organizations such as Resource Development
Consultants.
He
was an outstanding student of St. Joseph’s College, Colombo.
He excelled in studies and sports and was a college prefect. He
completed his B.Sc in Agriculture at the Peradeniya University in
1961 and his postgraduate work in Germany in the early seventies.
As an agriculturist he had travelled to developed and developing
countries during his period of service and contributed immensely
in his sphere of work.
The
best we could do is to remind ourselves that we have had the company
of an outstanding, friendly and decent gentleman like him. Today
he is no more with us in person but he shall remain in our memory
for years to come.
May he rest in peace!
S.H.
Charles W.
A leading
scribe, he guided us like a father
S. Subasinghe
Journalism is a noble profession. It is also
sometimes, a thankless job. But, the satisfaction you gain as a
journalist is immense. Journalists are not bound by time or strict
routine. When the world sleeps; journalists are awake. They provide
you news. What is news? Anything that interests you and that you
did not know already is news.
I
was fortunate to work at Lake House for more than three decades
(1960-1992) as a journalist. I believe the experience and the personalities
I associated with, helped me tremendously, in shaping my future.
It
is with deep sorrow, that I pen these few lines on one of the greatest
Editors - Siriwardana Subasinghe, who had the rare honour and distinction
of editing Silumina, Dinamina and Sunday Lankadipa. He created a
unique record by making Silumina, the largest selling newspaper
in South East Asia.
As
a journalist, I was fortunate to have close links with him. He always
maintained the dignity of the profession. Unassuming, and humane,
Mr. Subasinghe was always there to assist others in their hour of
the need. His attitude to life was tinged with a nice sense of humour.
Those
were the days, we had a galaxy of professional journalists. One
of them was B.A. Siriwardane - "Sira", whom I associated
closely with at Dinamina. I served the likes of Meemana Prematilake,
Wimalasiri Perera, Mervyn de Silva, Dharmapala Wettasinghe, Edmund
Ranasinghe, G.S. Perera, Cecil Graham, Denzil Pieris, Manik de Silva,
Sports Editors -M.M. Thawfeeq and Carlton Seneviratne, who maintained
the integrity of the profession at the highest level.
I
was close to Mr. Subasinghe and he was one of the attesting witnesses
to the most fruitful and happiest partnership of my life in 1967.
Although trained in Fleet Street, Mr. Subasinghe was always a typical
villager. He never forgot his roots. He hailed from Weweldeniya
and studied at Ananda College, Colombo. He was a hosteller, during
the Metthananda era.
He
stood for fairplay and justice and was always impartial and balanced.
The late President Premadasa offered him a house in Colombo on several
occasions, but he turned down the offer and travelled from his village
home at Weweldeniya. He was always a man of principles.
Mr.
Subasinghe always went out of his way to help others. He was an
excellent team man. Elmo Benedict, Percy, P.B., R.D., Walter, Lakshman,
photographers of repute Nimal, Rienzie, Hector, Jayantha, Wally,
L.E.S., were some of his team members at Lake House.
I
still remember, as a young journalist, how we rallied round Mr.
Subasinghe and Wimalasiri Perera when Meemana Prematilake was taken
seriously ill and admitted to Ratnams Hospital. Day and night we
were by the bedside of Meemana. One day, Boteju of Janata and Sarasaviya
fame, came in with an ayurvedic physician from Kelaniya, who had
reportedly saved the life of reputed scholar Munidasa Kumaratunga.
He
said that if the tubes were removed, he would be able to give a
pill with lime juice to Meemana. Dr. Anthonisz, immediately removed
some of the tubes, at that ungodly hour, of 2.30 in the morning.
R. Dias Gunaratne (presently a Professor at the University of Peradeniya)
and I, went around Slave Island looking for lime, which was required
urgently by the Vedamahaththaya.
This
'operation' was directed by Mr. Subasinghe, who was committed to
saving our beloved Meemana. His compassion and kindness was boundless.
He was a fatherly figure, who guided us and taught us the finer
points of journalism. He was a gentleman and fine human being. Today,
men of his calibre are rare.
The
demise of Sriiwardana Subasinghe is an irreparable loss, not only
to his beloved wife and children and relatives, but, to society
in general.
Premasara
Epasinghe
A single
lion in a world of hyenas
Richard de Zoysa
"At
least tomorrow's
Lamp will burn bright"
-"This other Eden"
Richard de Zoysa
An
Eagle you were in a world of sparrows,
flying high above Lilliputians scribbling eulogies
of charlatans, tyrants towering above plebeians
Yes,
the eye of the camera, You were!
Reflecting nothing but the truth.
A single
lion you were in a world of hyenas
braving on a plane of Death, Julius Fucik returned!
Going in search of Democracy, an Utopia never to be found
A great
Thomian you were
on stage, down in the audience,
Your character was the same
In the dark and in the open space,
And, that was your fate!
One
score and half plus two you were
when dragged down the stairs,
And found decomposed and naked, but sighing and wailing great Poseidon
was kissing
your hands that wrote not about the king,
But about the abducted, tortured and disappeared.
Fifteen
years have passed, since ghouls preyed on you,
For Justice we're still waiting and Democracy you were searching
Is still a melancholic blue.
Richard,
you are blessed!
For you relive the memory of Just,
And down with the wicked and cursed!
With their names, they shall rot!
As
you said Dear, let us hope,
"At least tomorrow's Lamp will burn bright"
O.C.G.
Senapathi
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