Sunday, February 8, 2026

Cook and Doctors

 Cook and Doctors

The Man, the Devil, the God
 

All beings whether man, devil or god need something for survival. 
The cook has the onerous task of preparing the food for all of them in addition to his own food requirements for his survival. 


We Ceylonese are known for satisfying the needs of all three of them be that may be a devil with dola pidheni after a devil dance, a god with puda pooja before an election and a man (with position) with panduru pakkudam for a favour.

What I am going to describe are three doctors all of middle age with whom I had the opportunity to live in the same cottage in Colombo. 


One doctor, I called the Deviya was a doctor who came from a very religious sect where alcohol is a taboo but started drinking with some personal reasons. 
 

The other is a doctor whom I called the Yakksaya who came from a habitual toddy drinking coastal town of the Western Coast, Negamboo.

 
The third was a doctor whom I called the Manussaya who came from the hill country who had the penchant for this miracle drink for no obvious reason.

The first one I called the Deviya for the simple reason that he would religiously attend to his prayers every day in spite of his drinking problem. 

I believed the god had being with him all the time in spite of his drinking. 

With drinks he became godlier of course. 

The second one I called the Yakksaya had a deep and rough voice and even before he had high enough to call high enough would make a big racket in the garden and everybody in the neighbourhood knew that there was a drinking spree in our garden.

The third one I called the Manussaya was the one who would leave his car in the garage (which was open 24 hours) and the key in an easily accessible place so that anybody who had a driving license could drive the car away without any formal permission. 

Those were the days that petrol price was high and our salary was poor enough to have a juice full tank. 

A tankful was a luxury and a bellyful was a chicken feed those days.

The missing link was the cook and his driving force. 

When I was in charge of the chummery and took in charge of the menu, I realized that the food prepared was ordinary on most of the days but come the days the  three men in their devil or god or manly incarnation, the food was of a reasonable good taste and standard. 


The secret was the miracle drink. 

 
The three of them used to give him a liberal share (the taste was paid separately) and when he was high the cooking standard went up exponentially. 


So the common denominator or the virtual link was Pol Arrakku. 

 
Finally, I decided to give him a quarter bottle worth of money as a spare for marketing for two reasons. 

One reason was the food and menu was kept excellent. 
The second reason was that he would not steal money from the food menu. 
 

This worked well and our monthly bill was the lowest for sometime and I did not have any complaints from my colleagues. 


However, I did not disclose my secret pact with him to my colleagues. 

I of course gave him enough money as extras. But not surprisingly he never went home even for a holiday. He was really hooked to alcohol surprisingly enough he never got cirrhosis. 

We of course had the liberty of visiting all the food joints in Colombo including Union Place, Fountain Cafe and especially The Seafood Restaurant facing the Galle Face. 


The food was nice and not heavy on the purse but when I visit Colombo now I have second thoughts even having a glass of mineral water. 

Is this the price we pay for open economy, I wonder?

Coming back to the three men in various incarnations be that may be godly, manly or devilish, alcohol brings out best and worst of all beings. 


Blaming alcohol is a lame excuse for lapses in man's own nature. 

 
That is something I never buy or accept.

All of us left the shores within year and strangely enough I never met them thereafter. 

They were in the land of liquor (UK) with so many varieties available they probably would have found better companions than Pol Arrakku. 


When I  returned some years later, I went looking for the cook and I was told that he suddenly disappeared and never returned. 
I am sure that he must be in the company of one of the three above, since he did no have any savings for his alcohol spree.
 

This I call a form of discrimination on the  ground of the brand name of alcohol one drinks and enjoys.  

Kassippu or Whiskey and the Five Star democracy. 

The voter drinks the adulterated stuff and the winner and the champions drinks the champagne.

13th of March 2006.

Good, Bad and the Ugly

Whie browsing my old piece I garheted all the places we vited in Colombo

1. Green Cabin

My introduction to Colombo

No more

The best place for Dun Tel Bath or grilled fried rice

2. Union Grill and Bar at Union Place

No more

3. Fountain Cafe

Elephant House

No more

4. Seafood Restaurant

Galle Face

No more

5. Majestic City

Assortment of restaurants

No more


Deviya, Yakshaya and Manussaya

Good, Bad and the Ugly

It is time for me to record, my stay in Violet Cottage, General Hospital in Colombo, during the time of Sirimavao and N.M. Parera. 

Barnes Place Quarters was not in existence. We had to share what ever, the available rooms, sometimes three in a room. 

I was the youngest and the senior most guys had the lion’s share.

There were three guys who were rank alcoholics. 

Alcohol was damn cheap and we could manage the entire food bill of the month for Rs.100/=. 

My salary was Rs.414/= or something near. 

The highest salary would have been Rs.500/= I never bothered to find but our industrial action was to get an increase of Rs.1000/=. 

We achieved that target in six months.

I was more involved "Work to Rule" and coordination of the strike. 

Nobody knew who I was especially the government guys. 

It was easy for me get organized since I did not hold a post in the G.M.O.A.

I was too, young to hold an official post.

The three three senior guys were named.

Yakka

Deviya

Manussaya.

These qualities comes only after heavy drinking.

Yakkshaya was the darkest and the loudest guy, I think he came from Ragama. I am not sure whether he came by a motorcycle or walked in from his ward.      

We only had a Morris Minor and that belonged to the senior most guy who was called the Manussaya since he allowed anybody to take the car away, provided the guy puts the juice. 

The Deviya was Muslim guy. He certainly had a domestic problem most likely related to his drinking habits. He becomes godly after the drink which is natural and get into mantis mode  or praying mode or sometimes almost into flat mode.

Martin was our cook. 

I did a study on him when I was managing the meals for the month and found he has the highest capacity to drink. He used to steal money and buy a quarter bottle which would have been Rs.2/=. 

I gave him Rs.5/= daily for his alcohol. 

The food quality improved tremendously during my tenure. 

All the senior guys left for UK, one by one and I never met any of them afterwards.

We were transferred to Barnes Place Quarters which I think belonged to Bank of Ceylon which was probably rented to the Department of Health.

I left for UK immediately after.

Martin can drink only after finishing the cooking. 

I never, even took a sip of Arrack during working hours. 

I used to have a beer at Hotel Samudura at Galle Face once a week on Saturday with a good meal with one of my class mates. 

He is no more.

It costs only Rs.10/= for both of us and beer was Rs.1.80/=. 

We did not drink Arrack and it would have cost Rs.7.5 to 8 /= per bottle.

The Monk, Kuda Pola Hamuduruwo

The Monk, Kuda Pola Hamuduruwo
 
British partially captured Kandy and had an Agreement with the Sanga.
 
But British violated every clause of that agreement within 2 years.

There was an uprising in 1818.
 
There was a massacre of chieftains which included many in my family.
 
Their names are listed in the London Museum.
 
First thing I did was to visit and see this document.
 
Being a Buddhist I do not carry malice or vengeance and I was neutral.
 
I did not want live in UK but returned home to contribute to Ceylon in my own way.

First Buddhist monk killed by the British Army was in 1848.
 
I think Kudapola Hamuduruwo is one of them.
 
Maha Badulu Gammana Rate Rala is one of them.

What it is worst is British distorted the entire Geography of Indian subcontinent.

India had many ethnic groups and Ceylon had only one to 4 ethnic groups, going back to 4000 years.
 
Yakka
Naga
Deva
Raksha

They may have lived in four different region but only Ravana who was Yakkka Tribe has left some names behind.
Ravana Ella
Ravana Cave
 
Unlike in India we have many stone records or Sel-Lipi to authenticate in addition to Ola leave records.
 
Divide and rule was British method.
Created lot of myth among Tamil Diaspora. 
Norway took the lead from where British left.
 
There is a current pseudo-attempt to rectify this geared by Kleppe Ariyamagga  who is crook.
 
The process is legally prepared currently to be presented to the United Nation for consideration. 
It has 500 pages which is not adequate to represent Ceylon.
 
I think it is spearheaded by L.T.T.E. in Norway, in preparation of acivate the Rajiv Gandhi project in the North and east.

Bottom line there is a theory that  Buddha and Asoka were born in CEYLON and not in current India.
 This claim has to be investigated in detail not add hock by one Kleppe guy who is crook and is absconding our Courts or Legal System
 
This is why Modi is proactive and got our stupid President wrapped around his fingers.
We must get rid of this guy first for us to restore the name of Ceylon.
British mapped Ceylon and may have given wrong names.
It may not be too late to change but there should be credible facts as done  by Jayaratne Pathiraarachchi.
 
I am happy with Ceylon.
All our problem started when we became Sri-Lanka. 

This is a long and arduous process and we must not let Modi has his way.
 
Even Ayodya is supposed to be in Ceylon.
 
Some locations are certainly under water.
Gone under during last ice age.

This brings to my book on Ceylon and the prehistoric man in which I went up to 5000 years to the Roman time when Muslim vendors traded Ceylon Elephants to Roman kings.
 
I did not have document but postulated all this in a scientific manner.
 
I am a scientist.
 
Not a historian.
Not an archaeologist.
 
But a non practicing medical man doing independent research.
 
By the way, I am anti-indian and it is my baseline investigative point.
 
I do not trust what any Indian say or believe.
 
That is my driving force.

I started not believing British after the Ukrainian War.
 
But I would like to believe President Donald Trump and President Putin. 
They are global figure but they should provide historical facts and show if there are distortions.
 
I cannot believe Americans, though.

 

The Man, the God and the Devil

The Man, the God and the Devil 

Yakka, Deviya and Manussaya

These qualities came only after a heavy booze.

Yakkshaya was the darkest and the loudest guy, I think he came from Ragama. I am not sure whether he came by a motorcycle or walked in after work.

We only had a Morris Minor car and that belonged to the senior most guy who was called the Manussaya, since he allowed anybody to take the car away, provided, the guy puts the juice. The key of the car was placed in an accessible place. Mind you, petrol was very expensive compared to our base salary and only a few could afford a car.

The Deviya was Muslim guy. He certainly had a domestic problem most likely related to his drinking habits. He becomes Godly after the drink which is natural and get into Mantis Mode  or Praying Mode or sometimes almost into flat mode.

Martin was our cook.

I did a study on him when I was managing the meals for the month and found that he had the highest capacity to drink. He used to steal money and buy a quarter bottle which would have been around Rs.2/= to 2,50/=.   

 I gave him Rs.5/= daily as a bonus for his alcohol. 

The food quality improved tremendously during my tenure.

 Martin could drink only after he has finished his cooking.

All the senior guys left for UK, one by one and I never met any of them afterwards.

I left for UK immediately after.

We were transferred to Barnes Place Quarters after our agitations. 

I think it belonged to the Bank of Ceylon and it was rented to the Department of Health to satisfy the residential doctors’ needs.

I never, even took a sip of Arrack during working hours. 

I used to have a beer at Hotel Samudura at Galle Face, once a week on Saturday with a good meal with one of my class mates. 

Sadly he is no more.

The cost was only Rs.10/= for both of us and beer was only Rs.1.80/= a bottle. 

We did not drink Arrack and it would have cost Rs.7.50= to 8 /= per bottle. 

Over the next two decades I became a V.S.O.A drinker which was about Rs.9.50/=. 

Gin and Tonic before a billiard game was late development in the University Faculty Club. 

Currently V.S.O.A. is Rs.4,400/=.

Saturday, February 7, 2026

Thank YOU-David Icke

It is long time since, I listened to You.
If I remember right You were talking about Karl Marx when you were banned from YouTube.

Your spiritual journey is illuminating.

I thought you were older than me but you are few years younger.
I have been looking for a Daa Capital for ages but could not find copy in Australia.

I was in UK as a pediatrician and I saw these activities and my boss Dr. Patel an Indian guy did not come and see a kid 3 years old abused by her father who was a policeman. 
 
Very same day I resigned and 6 weeks later I came home never to return to UK.

There were 35 pedophiles in Parliament under Thatcher Government and it was common knowledge then and was tolerated by the media which including BBC.

When Ronald Regan got Margret Thatcher to repeal the law regarding homosexual crimes in 1984, I left UK.

It was the same story in New Zealand and I left in 1994 New Zealand to protect our two kids under 7.

I now believe that Royal family is a reptilian race from outer space.

Ted Heath as the Prime Minister kept a child under 15 as a consort of some sort.

I knew Jimmy Savile was a pedophile.

My fear was that police won't protect me in a case if the defendant is a policeman.

Killing Diana is the biggest crime of the Royal family to cover up their reptilian connections.
 
Interestingly both Mahatma Gandhi and Dalai Lama are both confirmed pedophiles. 

Friday, February 6, 2026

Photography and Me and Dudley Senanayake

I was a photography man from the age 15.
 
I can still remeber in 1965, five (5) of my best friends made me to look like a fool. 
The plan was us to meet at Prince of Wales, Park in KANDY and each one poses for a photograph.
Sharp on time may be at 9.00AM, I was at the meeting place designated. I waited for half an hour and realized that this was a ploy to fool me.

I was told later one guy whose house was located near Prince of Wales, Park had kept watch of my activities.

I made a quick decision to go round the lake and take photographs. That is the day I became a photographer. 

To my luck my brother who became a veteran X-Ray technician or a radiographer had made a darkroom in our house. 
Even though, I did do any developing of Photographs, I learned the theory behind. 

Then thanks to Mallika Studio I had a large collection of Photographs in an album.
It was stollen by a guy called Sangakkara in my class (That is why I hate all Sangakkaras including the hopeless Superintendent of Kandy Hospital of Yesteryear. We got rid of him and it was very easy to expose his sordid affairs).

I had all the negatives and it was not a disaster.
Second episode was in early 1980 when I posted all my photos of UK and Negatives by Registered Post and I lost all of them. 

Then they started stealing my Royalty Cheques from Amazon Books. I send stop payement instructions to the principles and I stopped realization of those Cheques.

I do not send anything by post now in Ceylon but did post all the Dhammapadas to my friends before leaving CEYLON.

They even steal Dhammapada sent by Post in CEYLON.

 I bought a Petetson Colour Photography Kit in UK but that kit was also stolen by a family member while I was in New Zealand.

The latest Fuji Film digital camera with so many fancy digital iterations which I have not yet mastered is beside me.

Stealing and Fooling me as a kid not deter my life long interests.

It was Mr. De Livera of TITUS Stores in Colombo that started importing cameras to Ceylon.

It is glad to hear PM. Dudley Senanayake was a good photographer.

Reflection on J.V.P. and L.T.T.E and Photography

 

Reflection on J.V.P. and L.T.T.E and Photography

Joe Theodore De Livera in Conversation

I could not find a reliable Electronic Balance in Titus Stores but could find one in the open market of the Pettah Street, of course smuggled, under Rs.5000/= which I used for my Research Work on Placenta. 


Also read underneath what L.T.T.E. and J.V.P. done to our local industry.

I am a photographic addict but went in to colour photography in UK. I bought a Peterson Colour Kit but without a good dark room I could not progress.

Repriduction

We have chatted about this and that for over three hours on a Monday morning in his beautiful home set amidst a large garden in Colombo. 

Was it too long or too short for a colourful personality that is this octogenarian?

Initially, we sit on the lush lawn surrounded by large trees and hedges and then move into the hall bordering a meda-midula with a pond and more trees, to be served with delicious slices of home-made cake and steaming cups of tea. 
Finally, we tread upstairs to the large book-lined study, after spending a little time on the balcony, taking in the exercise equipment that he uses and also the view of the surrounding landscape.

Were three hours adequate, we wonder as we leave, to encapsulate the multi-faceted life of this person who has dabbled in many things, very successfully, with trust in God and the murmured whisper of “Thy will be done”.

Where do we begin – this is the question we grapple with. May be it would be best to begin with the well-known facets of his life, moving from the known to the unknown.

We have concluded this long interview while also taking photographs of none other than 85-year-old Joe Theodore De Livera in his home down Ananda Rajakaruna Mawatha, Maradana, with an “exquisite” view, in his own words, of Campbell Park.

This is the man, having taken over the ‘legend’ of Main Street in bustling Pettah, ‘
Titus Stores’ set up by his father back in 1924, to import and sell the first incandescent lamps, from which the name of the store came about lifted it out of the dumps and also successfully steered it through turbulent times generated by mushrooming modern stores.

Having to weave in many strands to showcase the rich tapestry of Mr. De Livera’s life, we begin at the beginning. 

Joseph Michael De Livera, a teacher, had strong views on how to bring up his one-and-only son (there is one daughter, too), while mild Mary Theodora never opposed his will.
So it was to the boarding of Holy Family Convent, Bambalapitiya, that Joe was packed off to from their home in Negombo at the tender age of five. In his father’s mind it was the “best” he could visualize for his son. At 85, his childhood may be a dim memory, but to this day, there is a tinge of sadness as Joe says “it was a terrible thing for a child” for it cut-off his closeness to his parents. He found comfort in singing and Mother Gonzaga recognized his “lovely voice” and got him heavily involved in choral activity.

Next it was a few years at Maris Stella College, where his father had been a teacher, followed by the family moving to a rented home on Gregory’s Road, while young Joe was bundled off to boarding school once again, this time at St. Joseph’s College, Maradana. 
Silently the tears would flow, as he longed to be in his own home.
With World War II breaking out, the family once again went back to their Negombo home, with another stint at Maris Stella College for Joe, followed by more years at St. Joseph’s College, Maradana. 

The Race Course was an airstrip, there were Royal Air Force personnel at             St. Joseph’s and once the war had stabilized, the Josephians were at their lessons in pol-athu classrooms put up in the premises of Aquinas College.
Incidentally, the De Livera family’s Negombo home in Thammita is now St. Joseph’s Home for the Aged with 135 elderly.

While the routine at college was daily mass and communion and lessons, he also came under the powerful influence of Fr. Ignatius Perera (who would later set up the Radio & Electronics Laboratory, the first of its kind in Asia) whom he “revered”. 
Although erudite Fr. Ignatius, a scholar in Latin and Greek with a flair for music and singing, did not teach impressionable Joe, he opened up a way of life for the boy, making him the first chorister of the Catholic Choral Society for he had “absolute pitch”.
His profound influence made Joe’s love of music blossom.

Singing and music were not Joe’s only passion as a boy of about eight but also photography, starting with an unwieldy box camera – a Kodak Brownie which was       “a real black pettiya”.

When asked how that interest developed, there is wry humour as he points out that “maybe it is a matter of the mind” as his parents were both “amusical and aphotographic”. 

Although he was NOT a graduate in science, law or engineering, he says that he has a very broad mind.
There is a pause in our conversation as he pulls out his I-Phone from his shirt pocket and says “this is of course far better” for taking photographs and also waves goodbye to wife, Hermie, about whom he speaks with much pride. “She is a science graduate,” he says, adding that she is a good wife and mother and fantastic cook, going on to explain how she hosted a Soroptimists’ meeting just a few days before, proof of her efficiency.

Both of them have green fingers, he laughs, while his wife has her very own bonsai garden and he also turned architect to come up with the “bold concept and design” of their home which had been admired by renowned architect Geoffrey Bawa.

As he himself says he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a big businessman, he may be as head of Titus Stores, the running of which he took over in 1965, but his track record is impressive. He had managed the family’s dairy farm with 2,500 Milch cows on 685-acres in Chilaw as a young man, with a bowser of milk being supplied from there each day to the Milk Board. 
 
This was until the government took over their land in 1972, ending the dairy business.

A strange mix it would seem, for Mr. De Livera had also ventured out to sea, being the pioneering entrepreneur to introduce the first trawler in Sri Lankan waters, initially in Pesalai, Talaimannar, and later in Kalpitiya.

He makes a point to mention that in those days he spearheaded resistance to Indian fishermen entering Sri Lankan waters, referring to the crisis between the two countries in recent times.

His Ceylon Seafood Company boats were trawling around two tons of fish including thoru, moru, thalapath, koppara, loads of small fry and about 50 kilos of prawns per day.
However, with the activity of the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam mounting around Wilpattu and one of his boatmen being killed by them and also threats from the Janatha Vimukthi Peramuna increasing around his factory in Negombo, Mr. De Livera had handed over the entire project to the navy, shifting his focus to Kokkadicholai in the East.

It was another landmark achievement for his new company, Serendib Seafood, for it was the first to freeze and export shrimp. 
“I started Sri Lanka’s first aquaculture project,” says Mr. De Livera, going back to the 1980s when he would be shuttling between the shrimp hatchery at Pitipana, Negombo, and Manmunai, near Kokkadicholai.

As the post-larvae mortality rate was high when transported by road, he used the Cessna 177 which he had bought for quicker transport between Katunayake and Batticaloa.

This project too had fallen victim to the bloody conflict raging in that area, with 27 of his workers being shot.

These tragedies were the “biggest shock of my life”, he says sadly.

The rest is history.

But the different corners of his study with an attached ‘dark room’ where lies old cameras, meanwhile, provide ample proof of Mr. De Livera’s wide and varied interests.

Self-taught, sans degrees he may be, but the microcosms represented in the study indicate the rounded personality that he is…………avid reader with more than 5,000 books on the shelves, businessman, photographer, dabbler in homeopathy and adoring grandfather. 

For amidst the line-up of accessories he needs for his daily work and relaxation, pride of place is being shared by lots of toys to keep his little five-year-old granddaughter entertained whenever she drops by.
 
From hobby to veteran
Work apart it is with a lot of passion that Mr. De Livera reverts to his pet subject – photography and the Photography Society of Sri Lanka.

He is the senior-most member of this 109-year-old society founded in 1906 to promote photography as a hobby, art and craft and now guides its destinies as its Patron.

His journey behind the lens and the society’s history seem to be inextricably-linked. We learn that the society had been set up as the Amateur Photographic Association of Ceylon by Henry Lorenz Wendt, father of the famous Sri Lankan photographer, artist and musician Lionel Wendt. Later it had been renamed and revamped in 1934 by Lionel Wendt with like-minded people. Those whose contributions that have made the society what it is today include P.J.C. Durrant, B.G. Thornley, Joe De Livera, B.P. Weerawardena and D.C.L. Amarasinghe who would meet at Wendt’s home to pore over and discuss at length the images captured by them.

Mr. De Livera launches into technical details of the cameras cradled by him over the years, starting with the Kodak Brownie Box, then a Kodak Folding Camera which was an improvement on the Brownie as it had a lens with a variable aperture and shutter and later a Rolleiflex. Next it was the Leica which he purchased in Zurich, Switzerland, while on a trip to Europe with his father after he had seen Thornley sporting one and he had read about “this revolution” in photography which could produce the 35-mm film format.

Harefield Hall Slipper Orchid, “It was BG (Thornley), as he was known, who introduced the Leica to me although it was Lionel Wendt who first introduced 35-mm photography and the Leica to Ceylon some time before World War II,” says Mr. De Livera in a piece written by                       R.H. Samarakone, himself a member of the society in ‘Legends’, a series in the society’s newsletters featuring senior members.

“It was after BG brought his Leica II to Ceylon that photographers like me realized the potential of this incredible camera and the 35mm format which later caught on like wild fire,” he adds.

Among the very important persons who purchased a
Leica was Prime Minister Dudley Senanayake who joined                 Mr. De Livera on sojourns around the country clicking snapshots in the 1950s which the latter would develop and print in his darkroom, as he had begun film-processing in a 35mm developing tank brought back from England in 1947.

Experimenting with the Leica, he had also found that it could be used for ‘Macro Photography’, samples of which he shows us in his study.
Realizing that 35-mm cameras were not available in the country, Mr. De Livera had imported and distributed through Titus Stores the Balda camera from Germany in 1955 which was “relatively cheaper” than the Leica, with one of his first customers being visionary science fiction writer       Sir Arthur C. Clarke.

Technicalities flow forth on how                Mr. De Livera, much later in the 1990s switched to Digital Photography with an Olympus 1.4 Mega Pixel Camera and more recently a Canon SX 20 IS.

A fitting tribute is paid to Mr. De Livera by Mr. Samarakone when he states: “Keeping abreast with the development of camera technology and having used many of the top of the range equipment of each era,     he is one of the very few of the senior photographers who took up digital photography at an early stage of its introduction in 1995. 

Having experimented with various types and styles of photography, he is considered as one who excelled in macro photography in the early days.”

Next he touches on the nomadic lifestyle of the Photographic Society until it found a home at the
Lionel Wendt Art Centre, having traveled the full circle.

The early meetings of the society were held on the first Monday of the month at Lionel Wendt’s house on Guilford Crescent, says Mr. De Livera, who had joined the society, on the invitation of Quintus Fernando, a university lecturer, a few months after the death of Wendt in 1944. The meetings continued there even after the death of Wendt until the old house was demolished to make way for the Art Centre.

It was then that the society moved from place to place, gathering in a small room behind the Planters’ Association of Ceylon (the current premises of the Cinnamon Grand Hotel) on Galle Road, moving out when the Ceylon Petroleum Corporation took over this premises; homeless for awhile; then the Young Men’s Christian Association in Fort; thereafter           nnMr. De Livera’s Dad’s residence, ‘Rendlesham’ down Stafford Place (now known as Sri Vipulasena Mawatha), Colombo 10; and finally a permanent home in the newly-built Lionel Wendt Art Centre.

Giving his input during the construction phase, it had been Mr. De Livera who suggested a solution to the lack of ventilation in the society’s meeting hall, a line of windows at the top around 15 feet from the ground which could be opened and closed by fixing a thick string. “These are still there,” he adds.

Singapore, I HATE as a stop over

Singapore, I HATE as a stop over

 
1. It is very expensive.

2. Singapore airline fees have gone up by (6) six fold.

3. Duty free are expensive and very poor selection.

4. Buy your wine from the wine stores outside not at departure lounge.

5. It is very crowded.

6. Airport Hotel for overnight stay is always booked.

7. Sleeping on an armchair after missing a connection flight is not pleasurable.

8. Food at the airport is expensive.

9. Books in bookshops are expensive.

10. Underground train is always crowded.

11. On one of the occasions I had 10 days of delicious English Treats.

They had just opened a new City Hotel.

My luck came indirectly.

I have only one meal a day when traveling since I hate public toilets.

Hotel toilets are reasonable.

Hotel breakfast is ordinary and I love garlic bread (MacDonald type) and they never made a good one in the hotel, I stayed.

So by 9AM I come out for Window shopping.

Also look for a single good meal.

Bananas are my favorites.

Morning Dosai at Komala Villa are nutritious and delicious.

I HATE rice.
 
City Hotel in Singapore
This was 10 days before its real opening.

This hotel made a "Open Display" of morning/afternoon English and Italian food in a street corner.

They were expensive until 1PM and after that they sold the balance left, at cut rate to close the shop to save overtime for salesmen.

This was a bonus for me and the items were fresh.

I bought them in bulk for the full day and the next morning breakfast.

For 10 days I had Super English Meals at cut rate and on the 10th day I was flying back.

Regarding drinks, I have a favorite yogurt milk in Singapore (not Greek yogurt) and  tea and coffee I made myself from the hotel stuff.

No alcohol at all.

America First

 Thursday, August 18, 2016
America First

American Brain Waves

I have chosen the above title to show how we follow the American Hegemony.
 

The Current need is alternative Energy Sources!
We are not investing on Solar Power.
Why I do not know?

Below are two my old pieces reproduced
.
They are in a private domain and not visible in public domain.

Human Destiny

It looks likes human needs take paramount importance.
The needs of other living beings on this planet is no concern.
Human needs are not measured by bare existence but by uncontrolled desire, greed and exploitation of the very environment he lives in.

He is not very responsible but very erratic in behavior.
He explores and expands both in numbers and the spheres of influence.
When the going is good he expands and when the going is bad he perseveres at the expense of all other beings.
Human is the only species (cannibalism) known to eats its own beings and all the other edible beings.

He does not spare anything that this earth can offer,
 
When the going is good it is
Lancashire hotpot with lamb but when the going is bad it is only potato hotpot.

His culinary desires which includes
cannibalism speaks of his destructive nature.

How can we say he is a rational being?

Only rationality is his own existence at the expense of sometimes his own fellow beings.

Rat race and nothing but rat race.

That is the virtue of all powerful capitalism, power and wealth.

There is something wrong in this simple equation.

Expand, exploit and try to gain control at every advantage point.

He does not learn lessons from the past,
 

40 years ago in 1973, when oil price hike followed after the Middle East Conflict
he was ill prepared.

I saw what that meant for our children.

Thousands and thousand of children died of starvation and illness.

We are not ready for its repetition.

This time it is the global warming which is going to precipitate it.

40 years ago it was oil and energy and thereafter the food crisis.

When there is scarcity we tend to invest more on the same resource instead of changing to alternative resources.

In fact after the last oil crisis we had being using oil at a rate far more energetic than before.

We were not ready for the global warming.

In fact, we did all to precipitate it.

Then there will be a Youth Bubble.
 
The rich dictators were not receptive to the needs of the poor while piling up money for their own fantasies.

How can we say man is rational.

His greed dictates the front line.
The ones who are behind the line or sitting on the bench have no say.
Unfortunately this equation is going to change.
Be prepared the human, the stupid exploiter.
 
Forest Harvesting

I was bit inquisitive why there are
so many tornadoes and hurricanes in America.

I just went to Google Earth and had a little peep from above of North America’s, the West and the East.

There is hardly any difference in tree cover over the land, East or West.

Mostly farmland and build up areas.

That did not give me any clue to the state of the forest cover.

Then I went and searched deforestation.

Americans harvested 90% of the land in 70 years from 1850 to 1920
.
Entire East was covered with Forest and fair proportion of the West was covered with primary forest.
The deforestation continued to this century and
America now has mainly secondary forest covering 10% of the land.
American knew that the CO2 problem started around 1920 and continues even today due to their exploitation of fossil fuel.

Did they tell the truth to the world?

Big No.

In Ceylon we had 90% forest cover until around 1850 and British started deforestation for coffee and tea cultivation.

By the time they left in 1948 forest cover was over 60% but before they left they pass a law prohibiting encroachment of the Crown Land.

From 1948 to 2000 we have decimated another 40 percent especially after 1970.

We are now below the minimal threshold of 25% to maintain our rivers.

This land now can be called the People’s Land instead of the Crown Land and the tree felling and the development go on.

When the thermal power plant is operational we will be approaching 10% level which is the cut off point for desert classification.

Acid rain will do the rest even we stop cutting to Zero.

Then we can say we are better than America in case of deforestation and go for an IMF loan.


Very soon we will be no different from Dubai.

Regards to American
tornadoes and hurricanes trees act as a wind breaks and control the water cycle better.
They should reforest America back to 1920 or continue to have this cycle every year.

Problem is there is no country rich American can go to avoid hurricanes since
rest of the world is no better including China.

This is what I call the development of the
Earth Crisis.

The prediction that world ends in 2012 should be rephrased that "The irreversible loss of biodiversity is in full swing from now onward with the global warming well established and irreversible."

We Ceylonese will be drilling oil with Indian help till sun goes down.

RAVANA sites in CEYLON

1. Ussangoda (Nonagama) or Hambantota
Related to Dandu Monara Yantraya

2. Sita Eliya
Nuwara Eliya

3. Horton Plane
Thotupala Kanda
Us Eliya
Pushpaka Vimana

4. Wariyapola

5. Weragantota

6. Gurulu or Kurulu Potha
Mahiyanganya


7. Sigiriya
Palace of RAVANA

I believe Ranil Wickrasinghe had an old ola script that disappeared when his house was raided during ARAGALAYA. This ola script had details about RAVANAs Airports.

His desire to auction Mihintale to India should prevent him ever becoming the president of CEYLON again.

His uncle JRJ was called the Yanki Diki.

I call him the Yaka Diki

Yaka is another name for RAVANA the King.

 
British Vandalism of Ravana Relics of Nuwera Eliya 
 
This is in Evolution and finding facts for a book in the future.

British for their Wisdom had removed a Sel-Lipi in Harrassagla, Nuwara Eliya, a Stone Relic erected to locate the place where King Ravana was interned.

It is said Ravana Curse follow any who desecrated these places.

The Kachcheri was supposed to have caught fire three times in Nuwera Eliya and subsequently the last Kachcheri was build plastering the Sell-Lipi to the wall. 

This the level they go to destroy our ancient history.
It is human vandalism not seen even during Roman time.
With time truth will emerge and the British will be shamed damned for these sordid acts.
I do not ask for representative actions but we should expose the truth in the name of Buddha who followed long after Ravana.

No wonder Coffee and Tea Plantation would have been a ploy to erase this history.

Locals or Sinhala People did not want our history to be erased so they did not volunteer working in the estates.
 
They were not lazy buy were smart for the time.

Tamils were used for this purpose and currently using Norwegian and Tamil diaspora to do the bidding for erasing the true History of Ceylon.

Raj Somadeva and Indians are still continue to do this shoddy work unhindered.

It is time for proper investigation.

Bokken Kleppe is also in this game.

Karma Speaks to Deepak Chopra

Deepak Chopra published book in English that Buddha had sex with a child of 9 years. This book was shown to me by a Christian book salesman of Sarasavi Bookshop. 
I immediately got all Deepak Chopra books banned in CEYLON.
 
Another dirty Indian.
 
Now is being exposed as a pedophile.
 
His name is mentioned 33,000 times in Epstein files.
Donald Trump name is mentioned 53,000 times.
 
I left UK since, I saw these abuses almost on weekly base and every attempt to proper investigation by me (a foreign guy by their assessment) was scuttled. 
 
However, I managed to proceed with at least 3 cases with criminal charges. 
They did not call me to open court for cross examinations, since every time I was reprimanded, I used to say, I have more incriminating evidence that I would bear free, if I am questioned in open court. 
 
I was meticulous and this took a toll on me. 
 
I went there to learn more advanced pediatric stuff. 
 
Coming to Jimmy Savile and Jim'll Fix it program, I had a credible suspicion he was pedophile.
 
BBC had helpful tolerance to him in spite of his sordid acts. 
 
However, in late 1980s pressure was high for the BBC.
 
I left UK in early 1988, never to return to UK.

This was true in New Zealand, too.
 
I left New Zealand in 1994, again never to return with too kids under 7.
 
My unofficial investigations in Ceylon that  included that Silva guy and the Television channel that belonged to his brother revealed it was prevalent in CEYLON, too.

That is why I switched to Pathology in CEYLON which is my bread and butter.

What is the outcome?

Divert attention
 
Possible IRAN and AMERICA War.

First salvo is due.

I do not believe Scott Ritter's prediction.
 
Middle East War is good off ramp for Keith Stamer of UK, too.

Horn of Hormuz would be closed soon.

Oil price hike like in 1963 is inevitable.

Then, every sordid affair is forgotten.

Strangely, Davis Icke who is banned by YouTube is surfacing after over 30 year gap.

Is this all an AI generated SAGA by Elon Musk?

Thursday, February 5, 2026

Fish Tanks from Cement to Glass of My Own

Cement was very cheap when I was a kid.
Cost only a few cents per pound.

This is a bit of a reflection of my Childhood from Kites to Sputnik to Spacecrafts.

I was a science guy but not a creative guy.

We were evicted illegally from our house we occupied by simple Verbal Thuggery.

My father who was working under British rule and after never uttered a single vulgar word. Me coming from Ampitiya College did not know there are vulgar words until I entered a Buddhist schools in the city. 
 
Of course, in the University with the JVP rule getting established the vulgar vernacular was the norm in the Arts Faculty in the early 1970s.

In the Medical Faculty vulgar words were the bane.

Coming to my story of cement and things my father decided to leave our original dwellings and moved to a rented house but dilapidated by the side of the road.

The next to our house was a land where long standing Tuberculosis patients were kept for recuperation. Tuberculosis was endemic in CEYLON. Only two in our class of over 50 were Tuberculin Negative. One was me and other was Donald Williams my Tamil friend from Jaffna. 
 
We were tested and given BCG. 

A topic on Tuberculosis is due soon, here. Robert Koch would be included in it.

Coming back to our rented house and living in utter squalor was normal to us as a family of 6. My father used to do all the handy work including pavementing and cement work. 
 
Rent was cheap and would have been under Rs. 5/= for a month.

Later of course, we moved to a better house and being the youngest I was given the worst and the most cramped room leading to the toilet. I was disturbed every minute of my life and I still wonder how I ended up as the only Medical student from my class. 

But Sumanaratne and Abayaratne my classmates knew I would one day but never said that to my face. 
They were more jealous that Malanie Teacher had special affection for me. 
They were Ferdinandos and had a burgher mix.

When we moved to the next house the first attraction was a fish tank. We were introduced to fish by another burgher gentleman in Kurunegla. That was also a rented house but much bigger, a boutique converted to a house with front wooden panels and no door. 
We also had an orchid which bloomed called Catalia.
 
We also had Orchid House and a few bee boxes (Hive Body).

Orchids was my last attraction in CEYLON.

The glass fish tank is a killer when kids are around and my father had the natural sense to move to cement tanks with a glass front. We had an assortment of tanks and I never touched cement but made it a point to go to the nearby stream and catch beautiful Guppy fish. 
 
Guppy fish is not native to CEYLON but brought from Caribbeans by the British to mitigate Malaria spread in CEYLON.

Once, I entered the University of Peradeniya as Seconded Officer from the Ministry of Health, I had lot of free time. 
I started making all types of fish tanks both glass and cement. It is a matter of making cement blocks and tying or fixing them up to make a tank with glass front. 

I used to wear gloves and my understanding of physics and chemistry was a bonus.

The last effort was a big tank. 

The idea was to have the the glass to face the inside of the house. That was not my idea but my wife's. She got the cements Bass to the jobs and our cements Basses are the worst. 
It started leaking water to the inside of the house and she gave it up. 

Then, I sealed it myself and took over the construction of the front with an elaborate design. 

Cyril Bass who used to do our odd jobs in our house would make a constructive comments, saying that "Premadasa Cement Blocks" on the bottom would not hold but would sag.

This comment I took with serious notice.

If it sags the front glass would crack, (if not the smaller side glass) on a sunny day.
I layered adequate iron reinforcements on the bottom and the sides. Gunaratne was my assistant and his understanding of cement was next to nothing. He has to mix them under my instructions. By this time, I got to know, that there is a leak proof cement additive which I mixed in adequate amount.
It was built in two parts.
Rear was completely cement based.
The fish would be transferred there when the front portion is cleaned by me.
Algae was a big problem.
Rear was in shade and practically no algae.
Front portion and inner side portion had glass. The rest was all reinforced with concrete. It took nearly one month to finish and another six months to season it for fish keeping. 
There were no hiccoughs.
All sort of fish except Gold fish attracted it. My interest was Green Sword Tails and Red Sword Tails.  
This in addition, there were ornamental fish and Zebra fish inside the house and lot of water buckets with fish and water plants.

We had Zimba during the early stages and only fish on later stages.
 
By the way, the top part of the glass cracked after one year. Fearing major catastrophe, I got Cyrul Bass to cover the front with reinforced cement leaving the top cracked portion open.
Two reasons.
For sun rays to penetrate the bottom.
Water to leak so that on a rainy day fish who come to the surface won't get washed away.
The real problem was Magpies who used to feast on my guppy fish. 
I had to have a wooden cum metal frame on top.

Then, I bought a Gotabaya  "cement lillie pond" and transferred the beautiful fish there with lillie leaves to cover the top. 
Still the magpies visited that tank too. 
I gave up saying, they are there to prevent overpopulation of fish.

I hate all magpies.

One day, I had a severe backache related to some outdoor work. Backache was something I had from the age of 18, related to long jump and hop step and jump from the University time. 
 
It simply aggravated the old injury. 

Then, I realized if I exceeded fetching certain amount of buckets of water from the surface well nearby, I get the backache. 

Of course, I used to leave the wedding ring at the well and remember it the next day. Fearing losing the ring, I gave up fetching water from the well but I fixed that problem with a ARPICO overhead tank only for fish with a running connection to my outdoor fish tank.

Of course, I did some finger twisting of my mother in law and took charge of her medicinal tank for fish keeping.
 
Of course, she had smaller granite mortar and pestle for her medicine.

Indoor tanks were decommissioned or disposed with altogether.

All activity related to fish except Guppy fish was done with it.

I became a water lillies enthusiast.

I had 7 to 9 types of flowering lillies.

Only one type did not have flower for 15 years. 

I changed to orchids and that was a big success except Wesak Orchids which flowered only thrice in 35 years. 

All this were left high and dry on the rooftop garden with a video camera monitoring.

My guess is the next door neighbor would have stolen what was left after 6 months of our absence.

This is the Reality of CEYLON.

There is nobody who utter TRUTH and stealing public and private property is the done thing in Ceylon.