Origin of Niragamikayo or No Religion Clan

This is what I know.

1. Lal Wijenayake is one I know in detail.

He is the guy who wanted the constitution to be changed, especially to delete protection given to Buddhism.

2. Haruni Amarasooriya, our present Prime Minister who worked hand in glove with Wijenayake is the second. 

She is silent now but doing the dirty work behind the screen

3. Third may be a guy who worked for Chinese Communist Party in Ceylon.

? ? N. Shanmugadashan

4. Rohana Wijeweera is the fourth.

I am not sure.

His expulsion from Russia may be related.

Current Russia follows Orthodox religion.

 

I strongly opposed JVP as an undergraduate in the Peradeniya University.

Never attended any of their 5 lectures or associated with any who attended these classes.

They were rounded up by the Government of Simiravo Bandaranaike. 

It was one of my college mate who did the rounding up.

I prevented any from the Arunachalum Hall of Residence being arrested.

Worse part was these  JVP guys hid the explosive on the ceiling directly under my bed. 

They tip me as JVP guy, so that I would be arrested. 

 

If not for my friend I would have been dead at the age of 19.

 

I used to have a beer with this gentleman at the Army Mess in Kandy.

He ended up as a Brigadier.

I stopped going to the Mess since the Faculty Club had both Billiard Table and Foreign Liqueur.

One can understand why I was against JVP all my life.

5. India and RAW are always against Buddhism established in Ceylon.

RAW tried to kill me in Digana Kandy.

DJVP was active in Kandy in 1988/89.

They collected all the ID cards.

I had diplomatic Immunity.

That was one of my request before agreeing to work with IMMI.

The plan was to launch an American Satellite.

I hid the Satellite in the Surgical Theater as a medical equipment.

Once the Satellite was delivered to Colombo, I resigned and I went to UK for my own safety. 

I did return when everything was OK.

 

The doctor in charge of the Manikdivala Hospital told me over 138 dead bodies were in the mortuary.

15 of the mutilated bodies (I did not count) were dumped in Digana for public display. 

Some of them were dumped to Mahaveli River. 

Journalist guys photographed them and those pictures of the mutilated bodies were the first to appear on local papers.

I had the presence of mind not to photograph them. 

It is the duty of the Forensic Doctor.

 

You may realize why I keep a distance with the army, now.

I tried to become a volunteer Air Force guy but my application was fiddled with by somebody. 

I got to know the guy later. 

He was 2 years junior and was a dental guy.

He was a hopeless hockey player.

I gave him a place in my team.

I should not have.

I never had a beer with him all my life.

He is probably retired now and I have not seen him since.

 

I ended up working for the Faculty of Dental Sciences and I made a point that he was never invited for any formal ceremonies during my time.

My friend Laxaman Denipitiya who is in America was invited.

He was my billiard and beer buddy.

I was his bestman.

I stopped becoming a bestman at the 13 instant.  The 13th guy was my deputy when I captained University Hockey Team.

My sports activity in the University is summarized in another blog piece.

Empathy vs Hate

I will start from Ceylon

Agents of Hate in Ceylon are Cardinal and Anura.

Our Aragalaya or System Change was based on Hate against the sitting President.

Correct way to oust would have been an impeachment or a proper election.

That Hate Bamuna (sorry for my crude words) of UNP was all behind the grand scheme.

Politics is all based on hate.

Have you ever seen a politician saying good about an opposition guy or girl?

Agent of Hate in the global stage are 

Zelensky in Ukraine

Netanuyani in Israel

Trump in America 

I have piece here about God Mara.

He loves War and for 7 years he obstructed our next to be Buddha.

What it means is, there are Gods who spread hate. It does not matter to which religion they belong.

This is for Ravi Kumudesh.

He is already a victim of hate.

Please do not spread hate but expose the deceit and hubris of Anura and his Clan.

Let me start with me.

How empathy had a lasting impact.

During 188/89 when everybody was hiding I worked 24/7 in Digana risking my life and of my staff. 

I packed my home to base. 

I was on a crusade to collect packets of Anchor milk and ice cream to be dispensed for the needy, free of charge.

There was a cup of tea with milk for everyone who came to my clinic.

Guys from Colombo came to me for consultation.

I was the third in DJVP murder list.

Lot were killed on both sides.

The coffin could not be raised above the knees.

Body parts were exposed on tree trunks.

One had to surrender IDs to DJVP.

Police rounded up only the guys who had ID cards

Around 15 bodies (I did not count) were dumped near my clinic.

My vegetable venderd neck was cut behind his neck he bled to death. He was asking for me to be taken to my clinic only 12 feet away. Mahaveli Security guys prevented his transfer.

A little asthmatic girl died in her father's lap asking for me. I should have left some Prednisone and some medicine which I used to do.

I typed hand instructions for each and every condition prevailing including JEB. 

I did have secretary but she did not come to work.

 

JVP guys with barbed wire injuries were treated by me without charge.

None of the above is an exaggerationm

Well when things were running I never said I was medical doctor but and pretended I was PhD guy. 

In fact, one of our neighbors asked me.

Are your a Dr.

I said both.

He never asked a question from me again.

This guy was crude.

I did not have a garage for my car.

One day I went and asked whether I can park my car and I pay you a rent.

The next day his wife put firewood in the garage.

This guy was an assistant registrar in the University and I was in Pathology on secondment.

I never went to him for paper work. 

One of my distant brothers but bit senior was there to help me. He left to Canada six weeks after me. 

I had a lovely meal with him at Kandyan Rest.

I never entertained patients in our house.

Our house is for our family and not for outsiders.

My First Day as an Intern.

I was full of theory but zero on practice.

On my night round several kids were crying.

Some of them were having asthmatic attacks.

I picked the noisiest of them and cuddle him for a few minutes.

That empathy was infectious.

Even the ones with the asthma felt the ease in the atmosphere.

Silence is sometimes golden.

Big shouts on the streets is pain in the arxc.

My consultant (acting and a crude guy) should prescribe Aminophylline to each and every kid.

Within a week nobody needed Aminophylline.

The attendants learned to be empathic.

Attendants are more crude than doctors in Ceylon.

Now I say, Health Minister is the crudest.

His job is to fire his opponents or frame a bogus litigation to guys who do not tore the line.

This preamble is for two of my dreams.

Sadly I woke up half way.

I was in a hospital clinic setting.

I am not sure private or public.

It looked like a public by the number of patients. 

It was jamm packed.

I was a patient who needed a drip.

Thankfully, young guy known to me was working there.

He was the only guy working.

I was seated on the top step not on benches.

I was on the top raw.

Earliest come were on bottom raws.

He came up and stuck the tubing to my forearm and said there is no saline but I had to swallow some tablets.

He said dispensary is closed and nurses are on strike. 

I had to go to a nearby boutique and buy some medicine.

I had a heavy hand luggage with cloths for admission and I walked towards a boutique far away. I put some of the tsblets in my mouth without water and was looking for a shop to buy some bananas.

I woke up.

Second Dream was a hypothesis.

This is regarding faulty equipment in Government Service.

It was an antibiotic infusion for a particular strain of bacteria.

It was improperly stored and it had a fungus growing in it.

When it is infused the bacteria are killed but the nasty fungus get established as a byproduct.

There is no antifungal treatment available.

The patient succumbs without treatment.

I think my dream is a near enough scenario in Ceylon.

It may be worse.

I cannot fathom what I would do if am in CEYLON.

Perhaps I go into deep meditation that this life is short and flimsy.

I would not attain Nibbhana, since the pain and suffering is not that bad in CEYLON today.