Racism is a political narrative in Ceylon

  Can a Tamil walk freely in Sinhalese dominated parts of Ceylon without getting attacked in some form?

Racism is a political narrative in Ceylon. 
It is in its peak currently with monks putting weight instead of following the Message of Lord Budhha. 
They are politicians in saffron garb.
More than 50% of Tamils live in majority Sinhala areas with successful business especially in pharmaceuticals.
I never go to a Sinhala Pharmacies (except state pharmaceutical corporation) since their prices are high and dispense wrong drugs or often outdated ones (personal experience with family members not anecdotal).
Bottom line is one can trust a Tamil pharmacist better than a Sinhala one.

Reproduction
Can a Tamil walk freely in Sinhalese dominated parts of Sri Lanka without getting attacked in some form?
Naren Selvaratnam, 
Lecturer in Psychology

Updated Feb 1-2019

I am mixed and I went to school in Galle during the wartime. 
I was fine.
My dad is from the north and he has worked in Galle, Hambantota, Badulla, and Kandy.
Even now we live in Kandy where all our neighbors are Sinhala. We are great and get along really well.
Edit 1:
Since some people do not agree with what I have mentioned, I decided to add some more of my experience here. This will help you to decide the accuracy of my claims.
During the 90s and early 20s, we lived in Karapitiya, Galle. Every person in the town knew my parents. We lived in a street where all our neighbors were Sinhalese and Buddhists. All of them visit our home very often and we did visit them too.
You know in the new year, usually, we invite someone to come to our homes first and try the food and make some monetary exchanges right? 

This is a Sinhalese tradition and is known as “Gey aleya kireema.” One of the known Sinhalese gentleman used to always invite my dad to “aley” his home every new year. This gentleman is a very close friend and also he used to work in the Navy.
This gentleman is Sinhalese and Buddhists. Three of his friends are Tamil, and during Christmas time, all of us get together in another uncle’s home in Galle town. He was a Tamil Christian, died two years back. All the kids play from morning to evening. Some folks are Sinhala, some of us are Tamil. Some gentleman worked in the police, some in the hospital, some in other forces. Also, when we play in this uncle’s house, there were many Muslim families around, and their kids would come and play with us as well. We were a very happy small community.
This uncle who worked in Navy even took us to show the Navy camp in Galle. This uncle worked during the wartime, and he is a good friend of my dad. See these relationships are made of trust with each other. One of my best friend’s dad worked in Navy too, and I went to Math tuition at his place.
Let me tell you this. When I was in school, our Sinhala teacher in grade 6 asked, is there anyone in the class whose mother tongue is not Sinhala. Some students pointed at me. To be honest, Sinhala is my mother tongue and I was not very conversant in Tamil. Our Sinhala teacher told me, “oh why cannot you speak such a beautiful language?” That was his reaction. He got upset that I cannot speak Tamil.
The same happened in grade 11 where our Sinhala teacher said everyone should master the Sinhalese language. Then he paused for like two seconds and had this look at me. Then he smiled and said, “Putha (son), it is not mandatory for you, but I would be very happy if you could master it well.” During this time, I was a very weak student. Just before my O/L, I went to meet him. After I am done worshiping him, he casually touched my head and said, “son, you will be great, and you will do really well I am sure.” Turned out, I did really well academically once I left school.
I do not understand how much I want to write, but nobody every attacked. There were some oddballs here and there. Also, it does not mean that every Tamil guy that we have met were always welcoming. A person’s ethnicity has nothing to do with the mannerism and values.
Karapitiya used to be a very small town when I was a kid. Everyone in the town knew me and everyone was very friendly and they embraced me as their own.
Just because some people do bad stuff, it does not mean everyone is bad. In my opinion, Sinhalese people are a jovial bunch of people. The people you meet in South are far more welcoming and awesome than Sinhalese of any other area. Also, do not have this false belief just because some racists type stuff on FaceBook.

Outliers and Alcoholic Binge

 Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Outliers and Alcoholic Binge

I must relate three of my own experiences, one in Ceylon and two in UK.

This information is not second hand.

I was the Junior Cadet Team in a Catholic school but refused to join the Senior Cadet Team in a Buddhist School few years later and I was caned and hit with a sturdy hibiscus pole by the Vice Principle (luckily the sports master was related to me) twice but stood firm and my goal was to enter the university, not to become a officer cadet. 
In defense of him, I must say he helped me when the gang of teachers orchestrated a organized scathing attack personally on me.
 

I took a challenge with one of them, and said “you got to leave this school”, if I get to the university without their help.

Suffice is to say all of them left within six months.
 

I of course took the security of informing the School Inspector well in advance of the University Entrance.

I was more interested in physics even now but their harassment made me to take the easy option of joining the biology stream.
I was good in physics and mathematics and I would have made it through, if I did the mathematics stream as well, with little bit of luck.
In the Peradeniya university, I escaped the ragging during English course.
I finished my English test half an hour early and ran away before the guys came in. I did not bother to attend the medical examination.
Within the university we formed a group in the first year and made sure our group (including few seniors, one who was national boxer from my school) was never outnumbered.
In a way I had a body guard.
 

He only wanted few beers for action.
Within a few years we were polishing Pilsner, Lion Larger/Stout, Three Coins, Gin and Tonic, Mendis Special and never arrack but V.S.O.A as a DMO.

Kithul (Palm) Toddy, on return journey was my fee after a postmortem of a putrefying body with the help of police.
 

Story One-1
One of my classmates invited me (no accommodation offered) in East London.
He pushed me to the 6th beer (not Ceylon mugs) which was one more than my small stomach could manage.
I pretended to be “vomitish’ but held it until we went from the bar to the third floor of his quarters.
He was living with a Malaysian girl.
I went to bathroom to void urine and came out and put everything on the new carpet deliberately (I could have done it in the toilet).
Message was indirectly clear.
A good friend won’t push a guy over the limit.
I slept on the floor and that was the last time I met him in UK.
I politely invited him for a dinner at my hospital (without alcohol), when I got my first job in UK.
He never reciprocated.
This is the ploy, I learned in Ceylon.
If somebody invited me for lunch (never accepted dinner) with spirits, I made sure I did exactly what I did in London.
No invitation again and I never took even a sip (exception liqueured chocolates), my entire clinical career while on duty.

Story Two-2
Then my coho (Co-Senior House Officer) Kurian (Indian) who is no more got me to strip to my underwear in my first job in Barnsley in his quarters in front of the nurses (the nurse who was well prepared with many layers of cloth) and the competing nurse would take one layer at a time.
I did not see her bare breasts (middle age woman).
I felt it was a bad joke (jockey) and I stripped completely before her turn spoiling their planned crescendo and said why don’t you measure my penis when erect.

Nobody played a practical joke my entire life in UK, thereafter.

My New Zealand time, no similar episodes but I used to devise my own practical jokes in the first three months and never after.

Outliers
I must say I captained the University Hockey team that beat the National champion in penalty shoot out.
No player was harassed during three years of my tenure but I was harassed in the first year solely, due to jealousy.

I have my own ways taking vengeance in a subtle way.
Hazing (US English), initiation ceremonies (British English), bastardisation (Australian English), ragging (South Asia), or deposition, refers to the practice of rituals, challenges, and other activities involving harassment, abuse or humiliation used as a way of initiating a person into a group including a new fraternity, sorority, team, or club.
Hazing is seen in many different types of social groups, including gangs, sports teams, schools, universities, military units, and fraternities and sororities. The initiation rites can range from relatively benign pranks to protracted patterns of behavior that rise to the level of abuse or criminal misconduct.
Hazing is often prohibited by law or prohibited by institutions such as colleges and universities because it may include either physical or psychological abuse, such as humiliation, nudity, or sexual abuse.
At education establishments in India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka, this practice involves existing students baiting new students and is called ragging.

Kali Linux fails my Linux Test

It comes from Gibraltar, a British protectorate.
Kali Linux fails my Linux Test

Casual look at Kali Linux has made me to write this.

It has nothing new for a Linux guy using Debian.

Instead, of helping a Linux newbie, it is trying to sort out guys and girls who pirate (I am totally against pirating) Windows and having problem with booting Windows.
I have never used it in spite of its popularity among hackers.
I prefer Tails, which is SOLID. 

Who is a Doctor and who can hold the Title Dr.?

 

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Who is a Doctor and who can hold the Title Dr.?

Posted on October 12, 2011

This is a reproduction from New York Times

Being myself a Medical Person D.P.T.O (Do not Practice and Teach Only) who can use this two letters and the dot for many reasons, avoid using it, doctor part in my life for the last 10 years and it has made my life very easy and simple.

In fact on of my neighbors asked me are you really a doctor to which I smiled and did not give an answer, making him more confused.

Most of the guys/girls who know me come for second opinion, I am more than willing to oblige.

But free of charge and they do get better with simple remedies.

I have few emergency tablets in my purse always for such and eventuality, just in case.

I totally agree with this gentleman and I am more than grateful to him for bringing to notice what ever the PhD one holds if it is not relevant to the (if it is not germane to the holder’s primary current occupation) post currently holding it should not be used as a label of distinction.

After all the PhD may be 30 years old and disproved by at least three times  over that period of time  if it was a good one to tag one’s own thesis.

I am in fact currently finishing a book (which actually was a 10 year research work ) and I have decided  not to put that for PhD referral or title and would share it with the general public.

If somebody gives a PhD posthumously for this creative work , the funeral director can put a single copy in my coffin before cremation so that it goes to heaven or hell with me.

Who’s a Dr.?

Our continued use of courtesy titles — increasingly rare in the news media — prompts many questions. Rules on the use of “Dr.” in particular can lead to confusion, for readers and unfortunately sometimes for our writers. Here’s our style book entry:

Dr. should be used in all references for physicians and dentists whose practice is their primary current occupation, or who work in a closely related field, like medical writing, research or pharmaceutical manufacturing: Dr. Alex E. Baranek; Dr. Baranek; the doctor. (Those who practice only incidentally, or not at all, should be called Mr., Ms., Miss or Mrs.) Anyone else with an earned doctorate, like a Ph.D. degree, may request the title, but only if it is germane to the holder’s primary current occupation (academic, for example, or laboratory research).
For a Ph.D., the title should appear only in second and later references. The holder of a Ph.D. or equivalent degree may also choose not to use the title.
Do not use the title for someone whose doctorate is honorary.

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Demise of Prof. Senaka Bible is a conspiracy

This is a reproduction and I tend to believe the circumstances.
The story then was the poison was put in wine by an air hostess and there was inadvertent delay in seeking medical aid.

The same company conduct an annual oration in his name (good old American Methodology, similar to Area 51).

He was my teacher and he is probably reborn in a another alien planet and I believe aliens have advised him not to visit this planet again.

Professor Bibile died in 1977 at Guyana, under mysterious circumstances. 

The section regarding his death is being consistently removed from Wikipedia by an unknown entity, each time someone updates it.
It is a well known 'secret' that Dr Bibile was murdered by inducing cardiac arrest using a drug(s) that has been available, even before second world war. 

One of his colleagues were involved in the murder to ensure that he would not recover from the 'heart attack' by not taking prompt action as well as taking the wrong cause of action as well as a delayed cause of action to recover him. 

As a matter of fact, this doctor colleague of doctor Bibile from UNO, asked Mrs Bibile for her forgiveness for letting him die that way, implying that he was simply a tool for corrupted multinational drug companies, in which she replied, "If you can bring him back, then I will forgive you". 
 

Known multinational pharmaceutical companies were involved in Professor Bibile's murder. 

 
The truth will come out one day as it happens all the time.