tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52646516368091223092024-03-05T13:28:53.967+05:30Peradeniya Engineering Faculty MemoriesThis blog is open for documenting your memories of Peradeniya Engineering Faculty.E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-70233436997327626112021-11-05T12:19:00.004+05:302022-01-17T18:47:25.726+05:30Peradeniya - Eternal Memories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaB_63keR5M9cyY-sSu1pMT_AkfRTqd0yQAJ1-3BicFTUIZtVUL3u86r7jtv0LSL9Dg8uD10NkzMAGKKedJBRfeU__AcLJnD9aATyaf1SQMCH33h5eZDLhJrAqqKmj3r6T7s0gc99dS6Tg/s0/bridge-183842_640.jpg"><img alt="" width="600" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaB_63keR5M9cyY-sSu1pMT_AkfRTqd0yQAJ1-3BicFTUIZtVUL3u86r7jtv0LSL9Dg8uD10NkzMAGKKedJBRfeU__AcLJnD9aATyaf1SQMCH33h5eZDLhJrAqqKmj3r6T7s0gc99dS6Tg/s0/bridge-183842_640.jpg"/></a><br>
<span style="font-size:100%">Eternal Memories</span><br><br>
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When Podi Menike leaves<br>
Sarasavi Uyana receives<br><br>
Misty sunrays reflects VIBGYOR<br>
Hiding behind the Hantana range<br><br>
"Peradeniya" rolls the green carpet out<br>
Flower petals studs the green<br><br>
Morning breeze leaves the Bamboo leafs<br>
A silky touch embraces your face<br><br>
Rumbling monkeys leap the branches<br>
With a cheeky grin to say " what's in store"<br><br>
Meandering Mahaweli flows in quiet<br>
Untill it passes the pinnacle of learning<br><br>
The bridge you cross is what you learn<br>
How to Design so it won't fall<br><br>
Akbar greets with all it's grandeur<br>
FRIENDS we meet without a drum<br><br>
The friendship we forged<br>
Last for a lifetime<br><br>
The Acharyas we met<br>
The lectures we awed<br><br>
Machines we wondered<br>
Hands we dirtied<br><br>
Thumping hearts, butterfly stomachs<br>
Eyes met Cupid blossomed<br><br>
The love we found<br>
The love we lost<br><br>
The parks we walked<br>
The hands we held<br><br>
The knowledge we gained<br>
The world that it opened<br><br>
The chats we had<br>
The nights we thought never ends<br><br>
Bundled in buses<br>
The trips we went<br><br>
The tastes of C2H5OH<br>
And the fun it gave<br><br>
The sorrows we had<br>
The hardships we endured<br><br>
The differences we had<br>
And the opinions that never confluenced<br><br>
The land we surveyed<br>
The leeches that tasted us<br><br>
The midnight oil we burned<br>
The exams we passed<br><br>
Successes we had<br>
And the failures that never dwindled us<br><br>
Shoulder to shoulder<br>
We went through them all<br><br>
In a hurried afternoon<br>
We left them all<br><br>
But the memories we carried<br>
Echos in Eternity!<br><br>
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மென்பனி விலகவும் <br>
தேடிய பெட்டியும்<br><br>
அடைந்த சரசவி உயனவும்<br>
இறங்கிய பொடிமெனிக்கேயும் <br><br>
மலர் தூவிய புல் வெளியும்<br>
மென்சாரல் மழைத்துளியும்<br><br>
சலசலத்த மகாவலியும் <br>
கடந்த பாலமும்<br><br>
அடைந்த அக்பரும்<br>
சந்தித்த நண்பர் குழாமும் <br><br>
சகித்திட்ட பகிடி வதைகளும் <br>
பெற்றிட்ட அனுபவங்களும் <br><br>
கற்பித்த ஆசான்களும் <br>
வியபித்த பொறிகளும்<br><br>
கடைக்கண் பார்வைகளும்<br>
சந்தித்த எதிர்பாற்களும்<br><br>
தேடிய அறிவும்<br>
தோன்றிய தேடலும்<br><br>
பேசிய கதைகளும்<br>
செய்திட்ட சேஷ்டைகளும்<br><br>
கண்டி மாநகரும் <br>
களித்திட்ட இரவுகளும் <br><br>
விஜேநாதன் மாலைகளும்<br>
மூங்கில் சாரலும் <br><br>
பெற்ற காதலும் <br>
பெறாத சோகங்களும் <br><br>
சந்தித்த இடர்களும்<br>
நெஞ்சம் வெதும்பிட்ட துயர்களும் <br><br>
அடைந்த வெற்றிகளும்<br>
துவளாத தோல்விகளும்<br><br>
கற்ற அறிவும் <br>
சேர்ந்த செருக்கும் <br><br>
தோளோடு நின்று <br>
பெற்ற இத்தனையும்<br><br>
விட்டு விலகினோம் <br>
சட்டென்று ஒரு பொழுதிலே!<br><br>
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<b>Bagawath Singh</b>, Sydney, Australia<br>
May, 2020<br><br>
<span style="font-size:60%">(Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/thanuja-44301/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=183842">Thanuja Sandaruwan</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=183842">Pixabay</a>)</span>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-9064326110541928872017-06-21T19:48:00.001+05:302017-06-21T19:48:36.739+05:30A Star that disappeared under a dark cloud ….. Never to shine again?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6usu_LoUK302f7efxuvU83dv8eyO4AyOYKJRyxjrhkHr5dMvrD5QV6opwzDpQhpm4jTuk96mu61AKrA5Q-Mv6twwmdBvO8NKWPONe6l_SGgBCCP0nSBIvzAjSeopRNBWvqEMybQ2qRs_/s1600/E-83.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6usu_LoUK302f7efxuvU83dv8eyO4AyOYKJRyxjrhkHr5dMvrD5QV6opwzDpQhpm4jTuk96mu61AKrA5Q-Mv6twwmdBvO8NKWPONe6l_SGgBCCP0nSBIvzAjSeopRNBWvqEMybQ2qRs_/s1600/E-83.jpg" data-original-width="963" data-original-height="768" /></a><br />
Relationships are a part of life.<br />
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Friendship is the most common form of relationship and it’s a voluntary relationship. It is a choice one makes out of free will. Some of these friendships are special, and some are extremely special – because they are precious. This story is about one of those rare special and precious friends.<br />
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You feel that some friends are precious to you. But when you talk to others you realize they are precious, not just to you but to those others too……many others. You think they care for and share with just yourself. But then you find out they care for and share with many others too…they have time for everyone. They are kind of omnipresent among their friends.<br />
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They are like stars. They light up others’ lives. In a technical sense, they are like star‐networks with one‐to‐many connections. Just like the radiance of a star brightens up around it, they brighten up all those around them. This story is about such a star, a star that disappeared under a dark cloud…never to shine again?<br />
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His name was Ajith. Ajith Thevadasan. He brightened up the E/83 batch, just like many other groups, friends & family around him.<br />
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I must also say that this story essentially includes another of our batch mates – Jeyananthan who was more than a room‐mate and a dear friend to Ajith, but someone who shared his fate. They both left a friends party on the night of 22nd of June 1990, bidding good bye to some close friends, for the last time, and they left on one motor bicycle, Ajith riding and Jeyananthan pillion‐riding. It is hard for me to write this story about Ajith and talk about Jeyananthan without overshadowing the latter by the former. So first and foremost, my appreciation to Jeyananthan.<br />
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Again, I wake up from that dreadful dream, with a de-ja-vu feeling. Yes I have woken up from the same unpleasant or rather scary nightmare, with an unfinished story, and in an unfinished night, at least a couple of times before. It is heart breaking! It is about a lady weeping over his lost son, rather,disappeared son. Not knowing what happened to her younger son, not knowing what to do, not knowing whether the worst has happened to him, not knowing whether to leave the country that gives her the bitter memories forever, so as to join her only other child, her elder son in a faraway western country. This lady is none other than our Ajith’s mother, Mrs Thevadasan. She wonders what really happened to her most loved/most loving and most lively son. Years after his disappearance, she waits at Colombo Fort Railway Station. She suddenly sees a glimpse of someone who resembles her beloved son, in the middle of the rush hour crowd. She desperately runs through the moving crowds to see that beloved face. But, its hard to get to him. She is quite confident that it is him…..Her instincts say its her son…She can smell its him…..But she is falling behind in her chase, it’s too crowded…Is she losing sight of him in the crowd… <br />
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But then I miss the rest of the story, in all three occasions, it comes to a climax, and I have woken up.<br />
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I am sure it is not just a random dream.I have a feeling that someone told me such a story about his mum at the Colombo central….It must have been stored in my sub‐conscious mind.<br />
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I remember many, many things about him. He was so lively. Wherever he was, there was fun. Cracking a joke, pulling someone’s leg (giving an ‘andaraya’), making a story (‘a card’) or humming /whistling or singing a song are some of common characteristic of his. I do not remember exactly when we became good and close friends. But after we became a kind of same group (he doing Production and myself Mechanical, both being similar streams with many common subjects) our friendship grew.<br />
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We had a few things in common. Both of us were believers although technically, we belonged to two non‐connected churches. Catholic & Pentecost. We also had a very strong common bond, a love for music, same genre of music. I think I had no opportunity, no encouragement and more precisely little audience at the Uni for my kind of Music, only exception being my ‘Newman Soc’ group and wider church community (and the many camps and retreats with mostly non‐E’Fac fellow students). Apart from Sinhala Group songs and ‘Clarence W.’ style music my main love was for quite a wide spectrum of country & western, rhythm & blue, folk and a bit of jazz, pop, big‐band and rock. But all of this was Western Music. Not a good choice for Peradeniya. My room‐mate Anton Croos (who entered from my college to Pera Dentistry) and I used to sing in English quite often at Marcus. After Anton and I parted for obvious reasons Anton going to Marrs Hall and myself staying closer to EFac, I had hardly any motivation to sing.<br />
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Ajith was a talented singer. A great vocalist. He sang my favourite vintage songs. He sang many of my favourites. He had a beautiful voice and we sang together. I remember we sang some Hymns (with popular tunes) together and we both enjoyed that.<br />
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He was multi skilled. His culinary skills were outstanding. He was one of the best cooks (or should I say chefs!) I ever knew. He could make Kottu Rotti just like the Kottu Boy in the roadside café. He could cook meat just like a professional cook. He used to invite me to Hilda for his curry nights. I loved to go there on my way back from Sunday Mass at Galaha Church or Kandy cathedral. I can recollect at least two occasions when I joined Ajith and Jeyananthan (they were room mates) at Hilda in our third and/or fourth year. He called his good friends from adjoining rooms. Rohan Navaratnam (Medical and one year senior to us) and his Dental (our parallel) friend and a few more friends. We talk while he cooks. He adds the spices to the meat curry with precision and with correct timing while paying attention to our topics.<br />
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He would make comments on his recipe or explains how to maximize the taste of a curry by adding spices at different stages displaying his culinary skills. He adds roasted curry powder possibly brought from home first when marinating and for a second time about 2 minutes before finishing. He moves his palm‐full of spices along the perimeter of the saucepan while shaking his hand in a zig‐zag motion to allow the spices fall, as from a sieve, just like a pro. Sometimes he sprinkles fine spice powders from far in to the pan. Oh what a talent.<br />
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He would not allow others to cut the pineapple for the dessert. Just like the Chef de Cuisine, or the Souschef assigning duties to his assistants, he gets his friends to peel the pineapple (with proper care, ensuring it is properly peeled) but cuts it himself. He uses the right knife and cuts the pineapple spirally. And removes it carefully from the centre stem without breaking, just like handling a baby. Personally, I had very minimal skills in cooking, having come from a family of five sisters. I would slice the bread and butter them while other friends mainly the Hildians help in cooking.<br />
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Once it was Kottu, and he goes bang‐bang on the hot metal plate with a pair of cutters – don’t know where he got it from. May be he got it from a kottu‐joint in Kandy. From my small time I couldn’t sleep without rice for dinner. String hoppers was the only possible, but non‐preferable alternative. But Ajith changed my habit for the first time. I learned to survive a night on Bread or Kottu.<br />
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Ajith always loved to join us at our Church socials. He never missed any of the welcomes going‐downs or frequent String Hopper nights hosted by Fr Mark at the Chaplaincy. I also made sure that he was invited or rather ‘told’ to attend. He enjoyed the company of our church community – boys and girls alike…and it was reciprocal.<br />
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I think it was one of those <i>Vesak</i> or <i>Poson</i> holidays. The halls were empty as everyone who could, had left for their homes for the long weekend. Ajith and Jeyananthan were among the few who were remaining in their wing. He came up with the idea of visiting his uncle (Dads own brother) at the TRI at Talawakelle, and he invited me to join him and Jeyananthan. As I had never been to TRI I was more than happy to join him, packed up the best warm clothes I had and we left in an afternoon. He also wanted to see his relative Pastor at N’Eliya. So we first went to N’Eliya, and the Pastor was about to leave for an important matter, so he met the Pastor briefly, and we proceeded to TRI. Due to lack of buses and it was already late in the evening we got dropped off at allocation about 5 to 8kms away from the TRI (St Coombs Estate) and we walked, walked and walked. That must be the longest walk that I have ever done in my life. Only compares with a walk back from Sthree Pura Caves hike, closer to same distance – now under Randenigala reservoir.<br />
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After good two hours we reached the Bungalow. But the walk was refreshing as the temperatures were low and cool and comforting and we came past beautiful sceneries of tea carpets and water streams ‐ which resembled mini water falls ‐ all pretty and amazing to me. We were warmly welcomed by Ajith’s uncle and aunt and their pretty daughter. Ajith’s cousin sis Deb was very sociable and very close to him, too. Just like an own sis. Thanks to the hot water we warmed ourselves up and played carrom for quite some time with cousin sis as uncle had to finish some work still (at the factory/office). He was a top official there and accordingly the bungalow was a top end one too. We also played Table Tennis. Now this reminds me the skills of Ajith in TT and the time he spent at TT tables whether at the Hall or at the Faculty common room. He was good at Carom too. Well what wasn’t he good at?<br />
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His uncle was a music lover too. It ran in the family. Although I cannot confirm, I am pretty sure his uncle was a great singer too. I had listened to an SLBC program where one of Ajith’s cousins (one of two brothers) played the guitar. They were Thevasagayams, one of them was a Vet from Pera.<br />
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It was the first day I saw such a big collection of Jim reeves songs, all on spools. His spools set was lent to our room, where three of us slept, nice and warm, thanks to the heaters. I don’t remember about Jeyananthan, but two of us listened and sang many many songs of Gentleman Jim. It was just like a competition, we refreshed our memories / recollected lyrics at the speed of the turning spools. I always liked to listen to music at a quiet night, possibly in wet and thick air and dimmed light conditions. All good things had to come to an end, and we went to bed around 3 am. One song Ajith loved to sing and sang beautifully was ‘I’ve been accused convicted and condemned; the trial is over and now my terms begun….’ and I got him to sing that song several times later at several different places.<br />
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If there is one person who has surprised me in my lifetime by visiting me at a sick ward (at C – Quarters of Akbar Hall, allocated for Chicken Pox victims during our Final Exams in Feb 90) with a Special Rice parcel from the best restaurant in the town (by students’ standards), it was Ajith. He brought a Lyons Special lunch, just before my lunch time and the surprise was not due to that. He gave me the Lyons Special and wished me a Happy Birth Day. How on earth did he know that, or remember that. The answer was, I had mentioned several months ago, and he had a photographic memory for numbers. As I was down physically and mentally with chicken pox and also having to sit the exam with chicken pox he had come to ‘raise me up’, and brighten my day. I asked him to leave me asap and he didn’t care to listen to me. Instead he said that he and Jeyananthan had already gone through it and recovered (a few weeks before) and won’t catch it again. He offered his help, notes, short notes etc. and asked Jeyananthan if he could help, too. Because I insisted, he agreed to leave me say after about 20 minutes.<br />
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He rode away the Kawasaki 200 with Jeyananthan pillion riding.<br />
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Volumes can be written about Ajith. That’s just from my friendship and experience, alone. But I know some of you, our batch‐mates, were very close to him, much closer than I. You too, will have memories that can be written in to volumes of books. So, I would like to pen‐off with the few memories, jotted down above. In fact I did most of above writing, in June 2013. I didn’t get to finish it on time to circulate.<br />
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So last week I did some finishing lines. You will notice that my write up comes to an abrupt stop, with the sentence ‘He rode away on Kawasaki 200 with Jeyananthan pillion‐riding’. That is the story of Ajith.<br />
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An unexpected, sudden and abrupt stop, as he rode away on that Kawasaki 200 with Jeyananthan pillion‐riding, but this time, for the last time, on 22nd June 1990.<br />
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But our memories will live and linger as long as we live.<br />
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Parakrama Fernando aka Para (E83)E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-76523947640530145412017-05-22T07:12:00.000+05:302017-05-22T07:12:14.075+05:30Vickramabahu, Ariyaratne Yapa and Jayantha Aanadappa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMz-fjRKBp4NJ9IFRuVQFFxcaRScHDdoCErOKQMJFaDQdHzBouhFzbx4eASkOqx2EGCqyfX0DQp_CZOX81_TClHWzfC7PmOJQuc4ERSM3ibDWDcpXOeYaA16IANAT8f-G_rUKqHZtj5Nf-/s1600/Banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMz-fjRKBp4NJ9IFRuVQFFxcaRScHDdoCErOKQMJFaDQdHzBouhFzbx4eASkOqx2EGCqyfX0DQp_CZOX81_TClHWzfC7PmOJQuc4ERSM3ibDWDcpXOeYaA16IANAT8f-G_rUKqHZtj5Nf-/s1600/Banner.jpg" /></a><br />
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We recently published a letter from one of our Alumni, Ariyadasa Yapa, sent to the editor of this blog.<br />
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Those who have not read that letter, can use the link below.<br />
<a href="https://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2017/03/letter-receieved-from-ariyadasa-yapa.html">https://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2017/03/letter-receieved-from-ariyadasa-yapa.html</a><br />
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As you can see from the link above, a few fellow alumni have said that they dont agree with the views expressed by Ariyadasa.<br />
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It turns out that this is not the first time Ariyadasa, who seems to be having a personal grudge against Vickrambahu, has come out to attack Vickramabahu.<br />
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We take this opportunity to republish a trail of articles previously published in the Lakehouse publication, Daily News, in 2007. <br />
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The first article is about an European trip by Vickramabahu Karunaratne in 2007.<br />
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<a href="http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/02/28/sec03.asp">http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/02/28/sec03.asp<br />
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<span style="font-size:150%;">'Loony' left leader in LTTE payroll</span><br />
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R. Srikanthan in London<br />
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UK: The aging leader of the unrepresentative Nava Sama Samaja Party (NSSP) in Sri Lanka has undertaken an international campaign work for the LTTE. A leader who was born in the communist era and campaigned for decades for proletariat revolution in Sri Lanka is now compromising his ideological stand to campaign for the LTTE killer machine.<br />
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Dr. Karunaratne advocates that LTTE is a national liberation movement fighting a legitimate struggle against the oppressive state of Sri Lanka.<br />
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The NSSP leader is currently touring the European countries. He addressed a meeting in Norway on February 24, 2007 and in his marathon running campaign work flew back from Oslo to London to make a key note address at a LTTE meeting on the same evening attended by the opposition British Lib- Dem parliamentarians. The meeting turned out to be a vote winning campaign meeting for the Lib-Dem that made any mileage to the LTTE cause.<br />
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Dr. Karunaratne's speech in Oslo was relayed in the Vanni based Tamil National Television (TNT) of the LTTE. In his financially rewarding campaign work Dr Karunaratne has agreed not to speak about the NSSP members killed by the LTTE.<br />
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The prominent of those killed was the NSSP member Comrade Annamalai who was gunned down in Jaffna in the late 1980's. Killing of Comrade Annamalai was a campaign tool of NSSP against the LTTE for a long time.<br />
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Dr. Karunaratne and his party live a very meagre financial existence. NSSP is considered as a passive talk shop which does not command major support anywhere in Sri Lanka to impact on the Sri Lankan politics.<br />
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Their loony politics is not attractive even during popular left base campaigns in Sri Lanka.<br />
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A full scale investigation of funding for his trip will confirm LTTE's dirty money being used. Dr. Wickramabhu Karunaratne is well looked after by the LTTE activists in London.<br />
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<hr/><br/>Vickramabahu Karunaratne provided the following clarification.<br />
<a href="http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/10/main_Letters.asp">http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/10/main_Letters.asp</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:150%;">Dr. Karunarathne’s clarification</span><br />
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On February 28, 2007 the Daily News carried a news item about my visit to Europe with many errors and lapses and I wish to clarify the following:<br />
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R. Srikanthan’s report on February 28 is interesting and it would have been informative too, if not for the following lapses.<br />
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Firstly I have claimed the LTTE to be a liberation movement since its inception, in spite of its capitalist socio-economic perspective and terrorist methods of which Comrade Annamalai was a victim. Secondly I am yet to receive any contribution from the LTTE.<br />
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I have accepted all contributions and help from everybody that were prepared to donate, including my friend President Mahinda Rajapaksa. But all these were used for my aims and perspectives.<br />
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Thirdly, it is true that I spoke in a meeting with two liberal democratic MPs and a Libdem European Parliament Member, a baroness.<br />
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However it is lunacy to maintain the both, that I presented the view of a ferocious guerrilla organisation and also helped the election campaign of English liberal barons!<br />
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Presentation of a consistent democratic way out for the Tamil and Muslim people may have helped the liberal campaign. As a Marxist I did not advocate separation.<br />
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On the contrary, I made a strong appeal for unity, based on substantial autonomy for the Tamil speaking people.<br />
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In any case if I am a loony then those who took me seriously and bestowed awards, such as then Prime Minister Mahinda Rajapaksa who presented a certificate with a trophy for distinguished service to the working masses and also the academics of the universities of Peradeniya and Cambridge who gave me certificates of distinction, must also be loonies.<br />
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Finally Srikantha is silent about my campaign against the development strategy of the Mahinda regime which has made the corrupt rich richer while the poor has become miserable with inflation beyond 20 per cent, at the same time all social services are reduced, ecological recourses are plundered, over 2500 years of both Sinhala and Tamil cultural assets are destroyed and labour and media have lost their rights.<br />
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DR. VICKRAMABAHU KARUNARATHNE - President Left Front <br />
<hr/><br/>Within a couple of days following letter from Ariyadasa Yapa was published in the same news paper.<br />
<a href="http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/12/main_Letters.asp">http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/12/main_Letters.asp<br />
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<span style="font-size:150%;">Response to Wickramabahu’s clarification</span><br />
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In his clarification Dr Karunarathne has mentioned that acadamics of the universities of Peradeniya and Cambridge who gave him certificates of distinctions must also be loones (reference DN March 10).<br />
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Yes, there is some truth in it. Let me clarify this. In Sri Lankan society, people generally respect and recognize titles or letter added before or after the name like Dr, Proc, Prof, or BA, MA, B.Sc, M.SC, P.hD, D.Sc, etc., because, majority of the Sri Lankans are still respect the academic achievements and consider those titles or labels added to the name as a measure of the integrity, honesty, decency and trustworthiness of the individual.<br />
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I came across Dr. Karunarathne in 1970s when he was a member of the academic staff of the Faculty of Engineering in Peradeniya University and I was also a student in the same faculty.<br />
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He was supposed to teach mathematics to the engineering students. But he never did his job right.<br />
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Instead, he abused his position and freedom as a lecturer in the faculty of engineering which is considered a very respectable position among the student community as well as in general public to confuse people by spreading false and harmful political ideologies to gain cheap popularity specially among young people.<br />
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He encouraged students to fight with the university administration for student’s demands promoting violence, sabotage and vandalism.<br />
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He acted as an important catalyst in instigating student unrest by student union creating strikes and unwanted disruptions to the peaceful academic life in the campus.<br />
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He did not know or deliberately ignored to recognise that the university is another place for learning and not to govern the country.<br />
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He was a real headache and a troublemaker for the peaceful existence of the entire Peradeniya Campus at that time. He still try to abuse his titles and the names of the academic institutions for his advantage to achieve his cheap political objectives. I do not know how many decent Sri Lankans will listen to this man to day.<br />
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He is a real danger to the entire nation and a disgrace to the academic institutions that he claimed to have obtained distinctions.<br />
<br />
Ariyadasa Yapa<br />
<hr/><br/>Jayantha Anandappa, a batchmate of Ariyadasa Yapa, provided the following reply.<br />
<a href="http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/22/main_Letters.asp">http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/22/main_Letters.asp</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:150%;">Bahu Vs Yapa</span><br />
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Ariyadasa Yapa (DN March 12) had completely failed to digest the issues raised by Dr. Wickramabahu Karunaratne (DN March 10).<br />
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Instead he has picked a cursory remark made more in irony on the subject of qualifications and had chosen to go on in a tangent quite angrily, alternating between idiocy and lunacy in a senseless display of mud slinging.<br />
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Normally I will be reluctant to respond to such meaningless comments. But as an ex-engineering student of Bahu and a fellow batch mate of Yapa who had sat in the same lecture rooms and followed the same lectures (at Peradeniya in 1972-75) I must post these comments.<br />
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As far as I know Ariyadasa Yapa left the island in late seventies or early eighties and since then had been living overseas. Clearly he is light years away from understanding the contemporary Sri Lankan politics and the complex problems faced by the country and the society.<br />
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I am too an apolitical person, but this does not mean that university students or lecturers or anyone with voting rights should be denied their fundamental right of expressing their political views or dissent (particularly with respect to social injustices) in a legitimate manner.<br />
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Bahu was arrested more than once - on one occasion for hoisting a black flag in his quarters as a protest against the 1978 Constitution giving dictatorial executive powers to one person, an act that has proved to be the bane of the country, which we all must agree at least now on hindsight.<br />
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He was also arrested in 1981 in Fort for peacefully demonstrating against JRJ’s ruthless mass scale sacking of public servants for going on strike - an unprecedented undemocratic act in Sri Lanka.<br />
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After more than three decades, though his performance as a lecturer may not have relevance to his current role in politics, it is uncharitable to say that Bahu never did his job right as a lecturer.<br />
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It is certainly a lie to say that he promoted violence, sabotage and vandalism.<br />
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I do not recall a single instance in which Bahu tried to use his position to preach students on his political ideology, certainly not during the course of a lecture.<br />
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Contrary to what Yapa had pictured, Bahu was generally regarded as a good lecturer, was popular and highly respected by the entire student community and the staff. He was academically brilliant, charismatic and was one of the few lecturers who knew how to mix with the students. As students, we were simply fascinated by his charismatic personality.<br />
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Being the wide eyed, naive undergraduates, we could not then understand how a person of his calibre (who could have achieved anything he wanted in the field of engineering) could get attracted to politics of the masses. Some time in the late seventies or early eighties, Bahu decided to get in to politics full time.<br />
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JAYANTHA ANANDAPPA <br />
<hr/><br/>This was Ariyadasa Yapa's reply. It seems that the exchange of letters ended there.<br />
<a href="http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/23/main_Letters.asp">http://archives.dailynews.lk/2007/03/23/main_Letters.asp<br />
</a><br />
<span style="font-size:150%;">Bahu Vs Yapa</span><br />
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In response to Jayantha Anandappa’s letter titled ‘Bahu Vs Yapa’, it is important to note that the writer has provided wrong information on my behalf. At least, he should have checked with the Sri Lanka immigration about my departure/arrival dates from the island prior to sending false information about myself to a national newspaper.<br />
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Furthermore, he has made a flimsy attempt to express his own view about my personal knowledge and awareness of contemporary Sri Lankan issues by saying that my understanding is light years away because of my present stay away from Sri Lanka. Clearly, he has no knowledge of myself and how often I visit my family, relatives and friends in my home country.<br />
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It is also apparently clear that Mr. Anandappa is not aware of the modern communication systems and the internet available today for people to learn about Sri Lankan affairs on a minute by minute basis from any where in the world.<br />
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Obviously, this confirms to me that Jayantha Anandappa who admits himself that he was fascinated by the charismatic personality of Bahu as a wide eyed naive undegraduate is light years away from the current affairs of the world. Therefore, he has the right qualifications to defend Bahu.<br />
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ARIYADSA YAPA <br />
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<hr/>Interesting, itn't it?<br />
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-Editor, eFacMemoriesE-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-42435881467673009732017-03-14T08:25:00.000+05:302017-03-14T08:25:11.240+05:30Letter receieved from Ariyadasa Yapa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZExsFA-88q1d8So-Es0dLoDs3waQOyrmCSJQLAzRWtjCmwJHkGdbd-gjtuWAWhnHQASa8IZfMOcC7yBFiKmQ8JF1bmUNcAHcxXIbrY0Bk5gFjeQp3sHoT8mk1aUQZ48SvElxT-CwkFQo1/s1600/Letter2Editor.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZExsFA-88q1d8So-Es0dLoDs3waQOyrmCSJQLAzRWtjCmwJHkGdbd-gjtuWAWhnHQASa8IZfMOcC7yBFiKmQ8JF1bmUNcAHcxXIbrY0Bk5gFjeQp3sHoT8mk1aUQZ48SvElxT-CwkFQo1/s1600/Letter2Editor.jpg" /></a><br />
We have received the following letter from Peradeniya E-fac alumni Ariyadasa Yapa.<br />
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Dear blogger/ publisher,<br />
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I read through all articles published in this site with interest as an old student of the faculty. <br />
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I visited the faculty last during the inauguration of <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Mahalingam">Professor Mahalingam</a> Fund for supporting the final year student’s projects. I witnessed the slow or no progress of our oldest and prestigious academic institution for learning engineering. <br />
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I could not see or meet any member of the academic staff having the calibre even close to late <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Bartholomeusz">Professor Bartholomeusz</a>. I believe some of the current staff members are the student of this beloved professor. <br />
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Most of the people I met are motivated and involved in politics and not interested in academic activities. <br />
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No wonder why we are sliding down in our academic achievements and professional standards. I am very sad to see that the traitors like Con-<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Vickramabahu">Doctor Vickramabahu</a> are highly decorated and recognised academics even in this blog. <br />
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Our faculty is a national treasure and the protection, promotion and preservation of its values, standards, prestige, achievements and reputation is the duty and the responsibility of all of us the past and present students. <br />
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Please do not allow to abuse the name of this institutions by unscrupulous cunning and opportunistic political animals like Bahu.<br />
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"The world is unsafe not because of handful of terrorists, but due to the silence of many good people”.<br />
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Thank you<br />
<br />
Y.K.A.Yapa<br />
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You may leave your reply to Ariyadasa Yapa as a comment below.<br />
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E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-84356429140674594402017-03-09T06:18:00.001+05:302017-03-09T06:18:13.671+05:30An open invitation to all Peradeniya Engineering Faculty Graduates - March 2017<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsyOLkZvqSwoHkqp32oHSVmVWvqOCBZzWX0jpjTyWUx_BPzbKE9DB6GuxJeY4425htGzneqO2yRtC2Xlup1mdppQElUkPsHJbiMmPLmhaY2CFtIkrW1fhKDWO4X4hS9K-YrFnCfL0lwco/s1600/UncleSamMemoriesSMALL.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563862868378081106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsyOLkZvqSwoHkqp32oHSVmVWvqOCBZzWX0jpjTyWUx_BPzbKE9DB6GuxJeY4425htGzneqO2yRtC2Xlup1mdppQElUkPsHJbiMmPLmhaY2CFtIkrW1fhKDWO4X4hS9K-YrFnCfL0lwco/s320/UncleSamMemoriesSMALL.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 600px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 422px;" /></a><br />
This is an open invitation to all Peradeniya Engineering Faculty Graduates.<br />
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Share your memories!<br />
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Write to us:<br />
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<a href="mailto:efacmemories@gmail.com">efacmemories@gmail.com</a><br />
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In the meantime, read following aricles already published in this site.<br />
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1. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-time-part-i-beginning.html">It's time by Rasika Suriyaarachchi</a><br />
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2. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/introduction-to-engineering-and.html">Engineering and Politics by Vickramabahu Karunaratne</a><br />
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3. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/oriravu-one-night-part-1.html">Oviravu (One night) by S. Sivasegaram</a><br />
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4. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-in-batch.html">Just before the stoam by E/81/214</a><br />
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5. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisira-adikari-writes-his-memories.html">Sisira Adikari (E/83) writes his memories</a><br />
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6. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/search/label/Bartholomeusz">Memories about late Professor Bartholomeusz</a><br />
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7. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-memoirs-reflections-on-some-lighter.html">My Memoirs - by Maximus Jayantha Anandappa</a> <br />
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8. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-canteen-story-by-ef-bartholomeusz.html">The Canteen Story - By E.F. Bartholomeusz</a><br />
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9. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Mahalingam">Memories about late Professor Mahalingam</a><br />
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<b>DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A COMMENT.</b>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-50463677563332577552016-01-04T04:48:00.000+05:302016-01-04T04:48:44.768+05:30eFacMemories - My Four Years at Peradeniya by Rasika Suriyaarachchi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RTWmJoEYfVygk-kWOjqLKM8Ahvb58AEWLM0Vejak0bj-RvsXsSPRYvilBhjoWLUiRqLML0MVu5QqnNjHGq959lvGs7z7V3X9HLmW4XrGm6UtlShLoRVoh-u03Z1Rv5UZwt9jOGCFZZBH/s1600/eFacMemoroes.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RTWmJoEYfVygk-kWOjqLKM8Ahvb58AEWLM0Vejak0bj-RvsXsSPRYvilBhjoWLUiRqLML0MVu5QqnNjHGq959lvGs7z7V3X9HLmW4XrGm6UtlShLoRVoh-u03Z1Rv5UZwt9jOGCFZZBH/s1600/eFacMemoroes.jpg" /></a><br />
Rasika Suriyaarachchi [E/81/214] has published a book titled "eFacMemories - My Four Years at Peradeniya" containing two articles serialised in this blog and some new material.<br />
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eFacMemories - My Four Years at Peradeniya<br />
ISBN: 978-955-54783-1-1<br />
(Author publication, December 2015)<br />
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Please contact PEFAA office at the Faculty of Engineering for a complimentary copy.<br />
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All comments:<br />
<a href="mailto:rasika.suriyaarachchi@gmail.com">rasika.suriyaarachchi@gmail.com<br />
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E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-91932264949078582602015-12-10T18:03:00.001+05:302023-02-12T11:54:23.028+05:30"Yes of course I do!" said Professor Mahalingam<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPA2jbVqv8Jzc_7r2IowHbx6MOVg2kBXH_Zb7sdRG1K9AbnQY6IpI9FdsYKt7HGxREGSL6oYh9L8PHZnHhIb4i4A4UcNiU7_DopOLGelTAGElMSFTSOf5zbvsv3rXwB_7KVmAQ5kx59qoy/s1600/Professor-Mahalingam-Funeral-2.jpe" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPA2jbVqv8Jzc_7r2IowHbx6MOVg2kBXH_Zb7sdRG1K9AbnQY6IpI9FdsYKt7HGxREGSL6oYh9L8PHZnHhIb4i4A4UcNiU7_DopOLGelTAGElMSFTSOf5zbvsv3rXwB_7KVmAQ5kx59qoy/s640/Professor-Mahalingam-Funeral-2.jpe"></a><br />
(This is part 2 of an article written by Rasika Suriyaarachchi. Read Part 1: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/12/my-distant-memories-about-professor-s.html">http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/12/my-distant-memories-about-professor-s.html</a>)<br />
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Despite being there at Peradeniya for four years and despite being lectured by him in my second and fourth years, unfortunately, I have had only two opportunities of talking with Mahalingam.<br />
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The first of those instances was in the last few weeks of my final year of studies.<br />
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During out time, it was mandatory for final year students to study a set of five subjects. Industrial Engineering was the only common subject for all of engineering undergraduates and for those who were specialising in Mechanical Engineering and Production Engineering, there were about 30 of us, Mechanics of Machines lectured by Mahalingam was a compulsory subject.<br />
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In addition to the five mandatory subjects, those who wish to pass with honours in Engineering, ie, get a "class", were required to take up two minor subjects known as the B-course. As these were usually extensions of mandatory subjects, the lectures for these B-course subjects usually start once the course proper, ie, A-course, were over and done with towards the end of third term of the academic year.<br />
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Two subjects I picked were Production Cost Control offered by the Department of Production Engineering and Operational Research and Statistics offered by the Department of Engineering Mathematics. <br />
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Then, with just a week or so left in the academic year, Mahalingam announced one day that lectures for his A-course subject are over and he is offering a B-course subject on Mechanics of Machines from next week with probably a few extra lectures at the end. He wanted to know how many would be registering for this subject.<br />
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No one raised their hands.<br />
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As I said previously, even though there were perhaps a maximum of 15 students attending on a given day, there were about 30 students in the cohort for Mahalingam's A-course. Out of this group perhaps there were six or seven students who were interested in taking up two B-courses in order to pass with honours. Obviously, all of them had already picked their two subjects and were attending lecturers for a couple of weeks now.<br />
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Mahalingam looked annoyed to say the least. He announced that for the first time in his teaching career he sees a cohort of mechanical engineering students with none wanting to take his B-course. This means, in his mind that no one is aiming to graduate with a class.<br />
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At that point, a lone hand was raised. That was Sandhya, the only girl in the Mechanical Engineering group. There was one girl, Vajirapani, in the Production Engineering group as well. She and I already had Operations Research from the department of mathematics and production cost analysis from department of productions engineering selected as our B-course subjects, just like me.<br />
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Mahalingam who had already packed up his teaching paraphernalia, left the class room suddenly. Obviously in disgust!<br />
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I too rushed out to the corridor and rushed after him as I wanted to put the record straight.<br />
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“All of us who want to take up the B-course subjects have already done so a few weeks back Sir”, I told him with due respect, “and we had no idea until today that you will be offering a subject as well.”<br />
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He appeared to understand the situation but again said that he has offered this B-course subject every year in the past and this is perhaps going to be the first year where it is not! <br />
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My second opportunity to interact with Mahalingam came up nearly seven years after the first instance.<br />
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I went to the Faculty premises on that day to see the Engineering Exhibition and saw a group of academics including Ranaweera and Mahalingam and some office bearers of the PEFAA in the middle of that famous corridor. Ranaweera saw me and said hello. He was the dean those days and knew me a bit because of my involvement with PEFAA as a committee member.<br />
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I stopped there for a brief chat. Ranaweera then introduced to me to Mahalingam asking "This is Rasika. He graduated a few years back. You remember him, right?"<br />
"Yes of course I do!" said Mahalingam.<br />
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Now, whether he knew me as a student in his Mechanics of Machines class seven years back or he simply pretended that he remembers me with good intentions, I don’t know for sure. <br />
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But it does not matter at all.<br />
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Adios Professor, rest in peace!<br />
<br />
-Rasika Suriyaarachchi [E/81/214]<br />
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(image: http://tamildiplomat.com/the-funeral-of-famed-engineer-professor-mahalingam-held-yesterday-at-alaveddy/)<br />
E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-58418334758546273882015-12-09T17:56:00.002+05:302023-02-12T11:54:05.618+05:30My distant memories about Professor S Mahalingam - Rasika Suriyaarachchi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMjmFPEtEQyCEeZPjQ8YVVw332z3Qr4zzCurm1nMqT52WrNMwetS-u3B6w6GX5PMhFNujIw4LIHkFXRWjTcEG_B6sQyszfGVowBL96jxu2Xg_zbeddVGjvds6vn8KLlTBO1ae7q6t4rfS/s1600/Professor-Mahalingam-Funeral-1.jpe" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMjmFPEtEQyCEeZPjQ8YVVw332z3Qr4zzCurm1nMqT52WrNMwetS-u3B6w6GX5PMhFNujIw4LIHkFXRWjTcEG_B6sQyszfGVowBL96jxu2Xg_zbeddVGjvds6vn8KLlTBO1ae7q6t4rfS/s640/Professor-Mahalingam-Funeral-1.jpe" /></a><br />
"Don't go to Peradeniya", a friend of mine advised me strongly when he heard about my intention of studying Engineering at Peradeniya University, "the teaching staff there are BAD for students"!<br />
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Of course, I did not listen to him. <br />
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Peradeniya was my dream. <br />
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But, it was not a dream about engineering at all. My dreams were rather about Hanthana Mountains, Mahaweli River, Lover’s Lane and walking paths coved with Roberrosia petals. That colourful dream was painted in my mind by all those novels, short stories, poems and songs that I had devoured with enthusiasm while studying horrible chemistry, boring pure mathematics, a bit better physics and not-so-bad applied mathematics for the advanced level examination.<br />
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As I later found out, my friend was correct, well, at least to a certain extent.<br />
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We had some horrible lecturers during our first year with notable exceptions of witty and entertaining Ranatunga, can listen to Ranaweera, somewhat sleepy Maliyasena, neutral Samuel and the sleepy surveying lecturer whose name is not in my mind any longer. <br />
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Ours were the days when students at the Peradeniya Engineering Faculty who have definitely done very well at the extremely competitive advanced level examination to get selected to study engineering, were performing very poorly and failing miserably in their university examinations. At the end of our first year of studies, out of batch of 250, about 35 of my fellow batchmates failed to gain entry to the second year of study despite having two chances to pass five out of seven subjects. <br />
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However, more or less the same number of students from the batch a year senior to us, had already joined us by that time having had the same fate a year or so before. Therefore, there were still about 250 students at the end of our second year to sit the examinations.<br />
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Thirty five students (out of 250) failing to proceed to the second year of study may sound a disaster. However, that was a much better situation than the previous couple of years (before our entry into the faculty) where as many as sixty students have met with the same fate two years in a row. <br />
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I have heard some argue that language difficulties faced by students are the main reason for these mass scale failures. That may be just one contributing factor but not at all the end of the story. <br />
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We had Sinhala and Tamil lectures for Thermo Dynamics, Fluid Mechanics and Materials Science during most of our first year. That did not mean at all that students performed well in those subjects. Besides, Workshop Technology which was entirely taught in English was perhaps the subject that everyone fared well. Sanath Ranatunga who lectured Workshop Technology undoubtedly won the best lecturer trophy in our first year.<br />
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It was pretty obvious that the way knowledge is disseminated to the student by means of lectures was a critical factor in horribly poor performance by otherwise bright students in the faculty. Needless to say, lecturers had a lot to answer here, if they had any concerns about the plight of the students, that is! <br />
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I was with a group of senior students working on the one-man musical show of Cyril Galappathi when the news broke out that Thureirajah has been elected as the new dean of the faculty replacing Jayasekara. I very well remember how joyful our seniors became when they heard the news. They were of course still bitter with Jayasekara, having undergone a lengthy struggle during Jayasekara's Deanship to get a decent timetable for year-end examinations. Thureirajah was known as a kind hearted man and an excellent lecturer as well. But he was only teaching third and fourth year students who specialised in civil engineering. <br />
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Our second year was not any better when the lecturers are concerned. Needless to say, Gunawardena who lectured applied electricity (or electronics as it was better known) was the worst of the lot. He was more fearsome than Jayatilake and Sivasegaram who lectured us Physics II in the first year, put together.<br />
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Fortunately, Mahalingam who lectured us Mechanics of Machines was a dream-come-true for all of us. He was definitely from a different world than the world the most of the other lecturers came from. Mahalingam was extremely methodical in his teaching, neat and precise in his writing on the blackboard, courteous towards students and most of all he was very handsome and charming. He won the hearts of all of us within five minutes of his first lecture itself. <br />
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Lectures on Mechanics of Machines required a lot of geometrical diagrams and equations to explain the concepts. Mahalingam came to the lecture theatre equipped with a large wooden compass with a piece of chalk attached to one arm and he drew perfect circles and arcs on the blackboard using that. I think, he also carried a large wooden divider as well and used that wherever it was required to divide a line into equal segments. He also had a good collection of chalks of different colours and his teaching paraphernalia included his own duster as well to wipe out the board once it is needed to write on again.<br />
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With all that near perfect qualities as a lecturer, not only he was able to teach us the concepts of the subject effectively but also he did enable us to take good quality complete notes.<br />
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Mahalingam also carried a set of hand written notes with him in a file and he would refer to them while lecturing and drawing on the board. When he turned pages of those notes, if you are sitting in one of the front rows, you would notice that they are pretty old and fading in colour. It was an often cited joke that those notes he was using are from the 50s, when he started teaching the subject. <br />
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The other thing we noted was that being a mechanical engineer he was still using the mechanical slide ruler to work out the answers for examples he used in lectures. During the study leave period when we work the same examples out we see that the answers we get using our electronic calculators were always a few decimal places different from his answers.<br />
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There is no shame in saying that as undergraduates at the Faculty of Engineering at University of Peradeniya, most of us were quite afraid of lecturers such as Jayathilake, Sivasegaram, Gunawardena and to a certain extent Jayasekara. If we see them walking towards us in the faculty corridor, it was always advisable to avoid facing them or walk with your eyes set downwards. Often said story about Jayatilake that he would even keep his eyes on students walking on the road connecting the faculty building with Gampola Road with special rear-view mirrors in his car was not just an urban myth as we found out on 4 March 1985. Furthermore, who would ever forget the "heh, heh, heh, Kalu Banda!" freaky story about Gunawardena once you hear about it?<br />
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However, seeing Mahalingam walking along the corridor from the faculty car park close to the canteen towards his office in machine lab or walking along university roads close to Sangamitta was always a pleasant scene. In some of his evening walks, we have seen his wife joining him as well.<br />
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Despite being there at Peradeniya for four years and despite being lectured by him in my second and fourth years, unfortunately, I have had only two opportunities of talking with Mahalingam.<br />
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I will write about those two encounters in the <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/12/yes-of-course-i-do-said-professor.html">second part of this article</a>.<br />
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Link to part-II: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/12/yes-of-course-i-do-said-professor.html">http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/12/yes-of-course-i-do-said-professor.html</a><br />
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-Rasika Suriyaarachchi [E/81/214]<br />
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(image: http://tamildiplomat.com/the-funeral-of-famed-engineer-professor-mahalingam-held-yesterday-at-alaveddy/)<br />
E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-24874275370405842492015-12-01T20:11:00.000+05:302015-12-01T20:11:42.658+05:30Rest in Peace Sir - In Memory of Professor Selvadurai Mahalingam<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ff_GpOZCKSMAdsQznSB1Q0rxjwKjtFK19EmeaXPNGY9lciRLdf1PQVb6qv6DmtLTdge1G0qZgyMTc11DDf47DG9JcDf5kFqtgUOhaRJ_YY0klIuMsFKUa3v2e3lzrU_sXxE-ZuEqbkkQ/s1600/Maha-10.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ff_GpOZCKSMAdsQznSB1Q0rxjwKjtFK19EmeaXPNGY9lciRLdf1PQVb6qv6DmtLTdge1G0qZgyMTc11DDf47DG9JcDf5kFqtgUOhaRJ_YY0klIuMsFKUa3v2e3lzrU_sXxE-ZuEqbkkQ/s1600/Maha-10.png" /></a><br />
Engineering community of the world has lost a role model. It is hard to comprehend that a person of Professor Selvadurai Mahalingam’s quality ever walked on this planet. In order to come to terms with the grief of his passing away I thought I would pen down my thoughts on this great person. <br />
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My first impressions of Professor Mahalingam were his graceful and upright walk along the engineering faculty corridors in December 1970 during our first year. Sometimes he visited our engineering drawing classes for a quick walk through. Apart from that there was no other interaction with him in the first year. Before long I began to learn the credentials of this great person. <br />
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Professor Mahalingam was born in Jaffna on 16 January 1926 and at a very young age he moved to Malaya (present day Malaysia) with his parents. He had his primary and secondary education at Maxwell College and later at Victoria College of Kuala Lampur, Malaya. At the age of 20 (1946) Professor Mahalingam returned to Sri Lanka and joined the Technical College, Colombo for his tertiary studies which lead to his first engineering degree. In 1950 the Colombo Engineering Faculty was opened where Prof. Mahalingam joined as a lecturer. <br />
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Later he was awarded a research opportunity at Sheffield University through which he obtained his PhD in 1956. He continued his research work in the UK for a few more years and then he returned to Sri Lanka to continue as a lecturer at the Faculty of Engineering, Colombo. While serving as a lecturer he continued his research work on mechanical vibrations and published many papers. Among his many research publications ‘Forced Vibration of Systems with Nonlinear, Non-symmetrical Characteristics (Journal of Applied Mechanics, 1957)’ and ‘An Improvement of the Holzer Method (ASME, 1958)’ were considered ground breaking. In the 1960s London University awarded the highly prestigious accolade Doctor of Science (DSc) to professor Mahalingam for his pioneering work on vibrations. Prof. Mahalingam was the only Sri Lankan engineer to have obtained a Doctor of Science accolade until that time. <br />
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One of Professor Mahalingam’s important achievements was the resolution of torsional vibration problems of the Rolls Royce MK 101 turbo-jet engines that powered the Avro Vulcan Royal Airforce (RAF) aircraft. This finding was so significant to Avro aircraft manufacturing company (and to the RAF) that he was asked to name virtually anything as a token of appreciation for his contribution to the development of the engine. The aircraft company would have expected Professor Mahalingam to request something like a top of the range Rolls Royce car or similar but Professor Mahalingam opted for a cut away section of a Rolls Royce Mk II turbo jet engine so that the students of the Faculty of Engineering, Peradeniya could use it to study and understand the interior mechanics of a turbo-jet engine. The sectioned Rolls Royce MK II jet engine still stands at the entrance foyer of the Faculty of Engineering. This gesture alone epitomises the noble values that Professor Mahalingam stood for.<br />
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A few glimpses of Professor Mahalingam in our first year and the stories about his accolades prepared us for the rich wonder world of Mechanics of Machines in the following year. We all eagerly waited for our Mechanics of Machines lectures and we were never disappointed. <br />
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The punctuality of his arrival at the lecture theatre, his neat and tidy appearance, his stature, the clarity and the tone of his speech, his handwriting on the board, his drawing of the circle on the board with the wooden compass, illustration of the notes with different colour crayons were hallmarks of a great learning experience for us. Listening to his lectures was a pleasure and his lecture notes were so complete and needed no additional referencing or motivation to understand. He expected the students to be disciplined just like himself and no one dared to enter his lecture room a minute late. He once turned away a lady student arriving at the lecture a few minute late saying: ‘This is not a holiday camp’!<br />
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We cherished every moment of interaction with the teacher. Narration of his experience in the UK while researching into the failure of the rotor shaft of R-R Mk 101 turbo engines and the revelation that the torsional - gyroscopic forces were to be blamed for the failure, was his introduction to the topic of Torsional Vibrations. <br />
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Third year was special that Professor Mahalingam introduced us to the Theory of Vibrations and the matrix methods of computing solutions to vibration problems. What I learnt 41 years ago from Professor Mahalingam is still current today and applies equally well in engineering. One such example is the solution to the Eigen value problem in order to find the natural frequencies of an elastic structure. Professor Mahalingam demonstrated that the Eigen vectors of an elastic system would form the bases of vibration analysis and predicted that matrix methods of analysis would become common currency in future with the improving computational power.<br />
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Those who opted for the elective subject of Mechanics of Machines in the final year were treated to an integration of Strength of Materials and Theory of Elasticity, Mechanics of Machines and Theories of Mechanical Vibrations.<br />
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Several occasions I visited him at the Faculty of Engineering I made it a point to let him know how we were using his teachings to great advantage even after more than ten years of been introduced. I could see the sparkle in his eyes. I am glad that Professor Mahalingam lived long enough to experience his predictions coming true and to witness his techniques being used all over the world to resolve vibration related issues.<br />
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Out of the many countries that benefitted from Professor Mahalingam’s theories and techniques, New Zealand was one of the first countries to adopt them in structural design. <br />
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New Zealand needed these techniques to design earthquake resistant structures in the high seismic activity region as a priority. <br />
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After completing my four year course I had the opportunity to serve the faculty as an Assistant Lecturer until I found regular employment in industry. That appointment was to assist Professor Mahalingam with his laboratory, tutorial and drawing office work and I had one of the most enjoyable times of my life. Working closely with Professor Mahalingam I was able to appreciate the foresight and love he had for his work as an academic, a teacher and a mentor. After a few years in industry I visited the Professor to request him to be my sponsor for the IMechE membership, which he gladly agreed to. <br />
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I have been an enthusiastic user of the knowledge Professor Mahalingam imparted on me 40 years ago and I still appreciate and enjoy them. Professor Mahalingam’s influence on me probably would have been a reason that I took on static and dynamic stress analysis seriously early in my career. Many times when I performed a modal analysis as part of dynamic analysis, I often remembered the days I was taught by Professor Mahalingam and think of this great teacher with admiration and respect. I am sure many others will be able relate their achievements in life to Professor Mahalingam’s inspiration. <br />
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Reading his obituary notice revealed to me that most of his relatives lived in the UK and Canada, and Professor Mahalingam could have easily settled himself in either of the two countries and enjoyed a comfortable life. His choice to live among his fellow countrymen even through the most treacherous times the country had seen, until his death, is a sacrifice only the greatest of human beings can make.<br />
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Professor Mahalingam was a brilliant academic, a true gentleman and an inspirational teacher. Above all he was a champion of simplicity and selflessness.<br />
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May You Rest in Peace Sir!<br />
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Nimal Jayaratne<br />
Perth, Western Australia<br />
9 November 2015<br />
E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-78358137670554583602015-11-19T10:29:00.000+05:302015-11-19T10:29:00.041+05:30With his brilliance and simplicity he touched the lives of many (M. P. Ranaweera writes about S. Mahalingam)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzC-dyobzKcso_1Ak8fvY-FvtYmv_v8usrrhvnQfbU4qKVEHPtmpxH8BX7UjVn6xdbwqHAZt_dRZJMa9b8cb9iLx1ULJDsC3c9sXg5aVUm2MNDDhRak3jdHuDUZ1MjfaIWimYxTYJPfq_0/s1600/Maha-ranaweera.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzC-dyobzKcso_1Ak8fvY-FvtYmv_v8usrrhvnQfbU4qKVEHPtmpxH8BX7UjVn6xdbwqHAZt_dRZJMa9b8cb9iLx1ULJDsC3c9sXg5aVUm2MNDDhRak3jdHuDUZ1MjfaIWimYxTYJPfq_0/s1600/Maha-ranaweera.jpg" /></a><br />
I was sad to hear of the passing away of Professor Mahalingam on November 3, in Jaffna, after a brief illness. He was the last surviving member of the pioneers of the Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, which was established in July 1950, as a part of the then University of Ceylon.<br />
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Maha, as he was affectionately called by his students and friends, was one of the most respected academics at the University of Peradeniya.<br />
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He was a great teacher, much loved by all his students, and brilliant researcher of international fame. He touched the lives of everyone he encountered all over the world.<br />
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Selvadurai Mahalingam had his secondary education in Malaya, and came to Ceylon in 1946 to obtain his university degree, as there was no university in Malaya at that time.<br />
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At that time Ceylon had a university, but no Faculty of Engineering offering engineering degrees. So he joined the Ceylon Technical College, Colombo, followed a degree course in engineering, and registered for an external degree of the University of London.<br />
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After obtaining his B.Sc. Eng. (first class) degree from the University of London, he joined the staff of the Faculty of Engineering, University of Ceylon, at its inception in July 1950 as an Assistant Lecturer.<br />
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He was one out of 12 academic staff of the Faculty of Engineering, under the capable leadership of the founder Dean, Prof. E.O.E. Pereira.<br />
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At that time the Department of Mechanical Engineering had only two academic staff members, none with post-graduate qualifications.<br />
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So Prof. Pereira wanted Maha to do graduate work in Mechanical Engineering, even though his London degree was in Civil Engineering.<br />
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He proceeded to the UK to do research at the University of Sheffield, and got his Ph.D. degree in 1956, working in the area of mechanical vibrations.<br />
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He also did some practical work on vibrations with Rolls Royce, and returned to Ceylon to become a Lecturer in Mechanical Engineering.<br />
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While shouldering a heavy teaching load, he also did pioneering research in mechanical vibrations, and established a research culture at the Faculty.<br />
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His seminal paper in the prestigious Journal of Applied Mechanics on the Holzer Method of Balancing in Vibration Control was highly acclaimed.<br />
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Later in association with Prof. R.E.D. Bishop at the University of London, he produced a series of papers of the highest international standard.<br />
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He did most of his research work while working at the Faculty of Engineering, and his work has been quoted in textbooks and journals.<br />
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I was fortunate to study under him, and also later to be closely associated with him as a colleague. As students we respected him very much; his lectures were clear, precise, and thought provoking.<br />
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His use of the blackboard was an example for others to follow, and whenever we approached him for clarification, the answers he gave showed that he was a master of the subject.<br />
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Under the guidance of academic staff like Maha, the Faculty produced brilliant engineering graduates many of whom have had successful careers in Sri Lanka and abroad.<br />
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They rose to the highest positions in the profession and in academia in their adopted countries, and their success has been a source of pride to the Faculty.<br />
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At the Faculty, we consulted him often for his advice on various matters, and his opinions were always valued and helpful. During the period I was Dean of the Faculty, I got him to produce a series of publications, the most important being the History of the Faculty of Engineering.<br />
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This classic work which covered the origins and the early period of the Faculty, was the first such document to be produced by any university in Sri Lanka, and it is still being referred by anyone writing such a document.<br />
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He also edited several important Faculty documents, including the Research in Engineering in 1970, and Memories of an Engineering Faculty in 2000, the latter for the Golden Jubilee of the Faculty.<br />
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For his research contributions, the University of London conferred him the D.Sc. in Engineering. That was the first earned engineering D.Sc. by any Sri Lankan, and it still remains the only such degree obtained by any Sri Lankan on research done while in Sri Lanka.<br />
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Because of this unique honour, the University of Ceylon created a personal chair in Applied Mechanics for him; the first such position created at the University, because until that time the only chairs available were cadre chairs.<br />
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During the 70s the university was short of funds for buildings, and Maha started the construction of the Applied Mechanics Lab, virtually using petty cash.<br />
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The normal practice then was to give the design and construction of buildings to outside contractors as the university only had a Maintenance Department for routine maintenance and supervision of building construction.<br />
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So Maha’s was a novel idea, which produced what was later called a “petty-cash building”. We did the structural designs at the Faculty, purchased building materials, hired direct labour, and supervised building construction. This saved much funds to the university and it got a quality product.<br />
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Maha also got the Faculty Workshops to make various mechanical equipment and demonstration models for teaching, without buying them from outside.<br />
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His Applied Mechanics Lab became the showpiece of the Faculty, and a ‘must visit’ place for any visitor. It can still compete with any such lab in Sri Lanka or abroad.<br />
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He also got some sectioned models of complicated machinery from outside using his contacts, and one such model – the jet engine he got from Rolls Royce – is the symbol of the Faculty of Engineering now.<br />
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Even though he was a researcher of highest international standards, Maha was a very simple and humble person. He avoided the limelight, and wanted to devote all his time to teaching and research.<br />
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He never wanted to be the Head of the Department or Dean of the Faculty, even though he was often the first choice for those positions. When the Government of Sri Lanka awarded the title VidyaJyothi to him in 2005, he was not very enthusiastic about it.<br />
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Professor Mahalingam retired from the Faculty in 1991, after continuously serving it for over 40 years, but continued to teach for several years after retirement.<br />
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In appreciation of his long, dedicated and outstanding service to the Faculty of Engineering and the University, the University of Peradeniya conferred him the title of Professor Emeritus, and in 2007, the Peradeniya Engineering Faculty Alumni Association (PEFAA) felicitated him.<br />
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He will be deeply missed.<br />
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- Munidasa P. RanaweeraE-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-26779531916742666282015-11-18T10:24:00.000+05:302015-11-18T10:24:45.120+05:30Professor S. Mahalingam: A gentle colossus (By Newton Wickramasuriya)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAn5j-1M7sgF5YOjm5UbpHfwbCyQptsOJbgog-8PYFYA9Hw8xTUa_F7WMJ5F-6AjcQZTUnZoVr3DAzF0avvn8f3DPnSTFeY1qsU5szy0gIUWD-PSAZEy95Fq8mXPzdeWunCdMcvvUbjYWm/s1600/EFac-and-SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAn5j-1M7sgF5YOjm5UbpHfwbCyQptsOJbgog-8PYFYA9Hw8xTUa_F7WMJ5F-6AjcQZTUnZoVr3DAzF0avvn8f3DPnSTFeY1qsU5szy0gIUWD-PSAZEy95Fq8mXPzdeWunCdMcvvUbjYWm/s1600/EFac-and-SM.jpg" /></a><br />
This article was published in "The Island" dated 13 November 2015<br />
(http://www.island.lk/index.php?page_cat=article-details&page=article-details&code_title=135236)<br />
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It was with deep sorrow that I was looking at the serene man now lying peacefully in a coffin. He was a colossus among the academics and he walked along the corridors of the sprawling Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya with a characteristic and purposeful stride that inspired confidence in everybody who came across him.<br />
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Emeritus Professor S. Mahalingam passed away in Alakollai, Alaveddy in Jaffna on 3rd November 2015, at the age of 89, far away from his beloved Peradeniya and Kandy. He would have been 90 on 16 January 2016. Unfortunately it was not to be so.<br />
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A wave of spontaneous sorrow and grief struck hundreds of engineers here and abroad for whom he was their mentor, teacher and guide. Born on 16th January 1926 in Jaffna, he was the eldest in a family of eight. He later moved to Malaya along with his family and had his primary and secondary education at Maxwell School and Victoria College in Kuala Lumpur. Selvadurai Mahalingam left Malaya in 1946 to follow a degree course in engineering at the then Ceylon Technical College in Colombo. Ironically, according to him, Ceylonese parents in Malaya at that time wanted their children to be educated in Ceylon as there were better educational facilities and colleges teaching professional courses. Now the reverse is taking place!<br />
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He qualified as a Civil Engineer in 1950, having obtained a B.Sc. Eng. First class honours degree from the University of London as an external candidate. He was placed first among the candidates from Ceylon. He joined the newly established Faculty of Engineering, University of Ceylon, in 1952, as an Assistant Lecturer. It was the late Professor E. O. E. Pereira who was then the Dean, that persuaded him to switch over to Mechanical Engineering. Consequently, he proceeded to University of Sheffield for his PhD and completed it in 1956, specializing in torsional vibration. He returned to the University of Ceylon in the same year and was promoted to a Lecturer’s position. He published extensively, in reputed refereed journals, on topics related to his field of expertise. In recognition of his contribution, he was awarded the Doctor of Science in Engineering (DSc Eng) by the University of London. He was the first Sri Lankan Engineer to get this prestigious award. Dr. Mahalingam became the Professor of Mechanical Engineering in 1970 and retired in 1991. Grateful students organized a felicitation ceremony, the first of its kind in the history of the Engineering Faculty, to a packed house at the E.O.E. Pereira theatre. One incident that still lingers in the minds of the Engineers, who were present that day, was how the late Dr. B M A Balasuriya, after making his speech, said that he wanted to show his respect to his teacher and went on his knees before Professor Mahalingam, touched his feet and worshipped him. It was an unforgettable moment and practically everybody present was in tears. Needless to say, that the others also followed suit.<br />
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Simply dressed but elegant, his attire never changed its design, cottons being his favorite, the short sleeve shirt always over the trouser. His relatives had made sure to keep to this tradition even in his death, and not the usually seen lounge suit under similar situations.<br />
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Professor Mahalingam married Devaki who predeceased him in 2014. She was a tower of strength to him and we could see how he was devastated after her death. An embodiment of simplicity and purpose, he was a man with a mission. Students’ welfare and teaching were more important to him than personal benefits and comforts. Material benefits were not a priority for him. A highly recognized academic with an international reputation, but greener pastures were not in his agenda although there were several overtures. During the disastrous 1983 riots, his wife and he were compelled to move next door, to the Hilda Obeysekera Hall, for security. This was an unforgettable but a very sad situation for them. When I rushed there, with my wife, to look into their welfare at that time, he narrated the sorry state of affairs at the Hilda Obeysekera Hall and how he had to join a queue with others to use the wash room and toilets which brought tears to our eyes. But still, the greener pastures were not for him. Many are unaware how grateful we should be to have had him amidst us through all these upheavals.<br />
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When the country was experiencing the pangs of a closed economy, in the sixties and early seventies, where everything was in short supply, Professor Mahalingam embarked on a unique journey. That was to develop the Applied Mechanics Laboratory from scratch, which is a standing monument to his commitment. Now, named after him, it stands as a showpiece that attracts large crowds on every public occasion. The very unpretentious person he was, when the senior Engineers requested the Dean to name the laboratory after him, on the day of the felicitation ceremony, he flatly refused and said such things should not be done when the person was still serving in an institution. Such were his principles and discipline that he practiced by word and deed.<br />
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Although he looked very stern and hard, those who were close to him knew how compassionate and witty he was. I think the exterior was due to the self-discipline he maintained. Many a time he confessed that he could not understand why students did not come to him and asked for advise regarding the subject matter. As he was a strict disciplinarian, and especially on course work, deadlines were kept without extensions, and students feared and respected his instructions.<br />
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Inspite of this, Professor Mahalingam was a jovial person full of humor amongst friends. He was full of anecdotes and jokes, and had the ability to relate even the simplest, much heard of, stories with a unique style of delivery and well timed punch line to raise laughter. He also had the ability to narrate even the jokes bordering on adult content with a dead pan face.<br />
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I particularly remember an incident, in my final year, at the drawing office. I felt somebody standing behind me. When I looked up it was Professor Mahalingam and I was so nervous I just stopped whatever I was doing. He, with his characteristic delivery, said "It’s good to read outside the subject. Professor Tuplin is a friend of mine. His views are well known but not shared by many". He then walked away abruptly and I was stunned. He, of course, was referring to a coursework I had submitted on Holzer analysis of torsional vibration. Professor Tuplin, also, was an expert on vibration but did not favour Holzer’s analysis, and I also criticized and mentioned this in my discussion in the coursework. It so happened that I had read about this in a book in the library. Naturally, I expected the worst and a request for a resubmission but, he had written ‘good’ to my utter surprise.<br />
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Of course, at that time I did not know that Professor Mahalingam was closely associated with Holzer analysis and in fact had modified the prevailing theory. Professor S. Mahalingam’s name is quoted in the well known text book, ‘Mechanics of Vibration’ by Professors R. E. D. Bishop and R. C. Johnson, in recognition of his modification to the Holzer analysis. Incidentally, both of these were friends of the Professor and he co-authored several papers on vibrations with Professor R. E. D. Bishop.<br />
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Professor Mahalingam shunned publicity, did not accept positions, accolades or titles for which he maintained he was not qualified. When the University of Peradeniya offered to confer D.Sc. (Honoris Causa), he politely refused and said he had one earned doctorate and that was enough.<br />
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He was very good at motivating people. Long before I read Schumacher’s "In Search of Excellence", it was Professor Mahalingam who taught me the importance of appreciating the work of subordinates whatever the rank may be. When we were fabricating equipment for demonstration as well as for qualitative analysis, once the product was completed, he used to make a bee line to the work shop and bring the technicians who assisted in fabricating, and demonstrated the device to them first. The staff highly appreciated this indeed and went out of their way to finish work assigned to them and their unstinted cooperation was always readily available.<br />
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Many myths are generally woven around great men, these may be an indication of their greatness. Isaac Newton and Einstein had theories attributed to them which had very little to do with them. Professor Mahalingam was not an exception. There were many stories about how he had solved vibration problems in Rolls Royce gas turbines. One such story being circulated even now, after his death, is how he had detected a defect in an Avro jet engine, and in lieu of compensation that he refused, Rolls Royce gifted a sectioned jet engine! I asked him about this, several years ago, and he laughed it off in his typical unassuming manner. He said, he just wrote to Rolls Royce explaining what he was doing at the Applied Mechanics laboratory and asked whether they had any discarded engines or equipment which could be used for teaching purposes. They responded by saying there was a sectioned jet engine, used for a training programme, which has no use for them now and they would be pleased to donate it to the Faculty provided the freight was arranged. University had agreed to bear the cost of freight, and this engine now proudly adorns the lobby of the Faculty of Engineering, Peradeniya. A fitting display for an Engineering Faculty!<br />
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Professor Mahalingam firmly believed in a knowledge-based education with emphasis on practical application. This was the reason why he created this unique space, now known as Professor Mahalingam Laboratory, at the Faculty of Engineering, Peradeniya. This laboratory, then known as the Applied Mechanics Laboratory, is the main attraction to visitors to the Faculty, be it local or foreign. Perhaps, this home-made laboratory is the only kind in the world. Created with minimal cost, it is a veritable resource centre for all mechanical engineering students. It guides you through displays of sectioned engines to industrial applications of mechanical engineering with meticulously designed and fabricated products with superior finishes that conceal the scrap material used in them. It also demonstrates what can be achieved, with available resources, rather than waiting for foreign funds and advice.<br />
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Applied Mechanics laboratory, at first, was housed within the Applied Thermodynamics laboratory. Very soon it became evident that the space was running out as new equipment and display units were being turned out almost every other week. If I remember right, it was in 1970 the need for a new building was conceptualized and Professor Mahalingam agreed to try out Dr Milton Amaratunge’s suggestion to use ‘no fine concrete’ for the non-load bearing walls to keep the cost down. However, he ran out of the meager funds provided by the university. Under similar situations the others normally give up but his determination was such that he used ‘petty cash’ in the department, to complete the building.<br />
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He was a witty person too. Once in our final year, just outside the lecture room, somebody raised the engine of his two-stroke motor cycle, sans the silencer. With his characteristic staccato voice, he asked "who made that spectacular display of his horsepower?" He was not without critics. There were many who found fault with him for not initiating post graduate studies in his field of specialization. His answer to that was, he did not believe in half baked products. He bemoaned the fact that the University did not have sufficient funds to get down text books and journals of repute. "How can I produce post graduates under such circumstances", he asked, quite rightly, too.<br />
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He was the last of the pioneering academics that launched the first Faculty of Engineering in Sri Lanka.<br />
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Professor Mahalingam was a teacher and gentleman par excellence worthy of emulation.<br />
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-Newton Wickramasuriya, Past President, Institution of Engineers Sri Lanka<br />
E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-80188612450448765392015-11-11T09:42:00.000+05:302015-11-18T10:24:57.486+05:30Professor Mahalingam Memories (Final Parts) - Some personalities in the faculty AND Partial Relocation in a Second Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UGN2c9nyk3887gbIWWEYDw1ygeOiJ5LlvHs28OsFHxRT7_OFoOUG6o2s7Mzn07TlGsXK4pD8sppQOeSXnD5CPr0a48wVgOs9hBA_RJJX7F0qmJlVfbw81vO8vWAwb7XLxrv6z01pjHr4/s1600/Mahalingam+-+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UGN2c9nyk3887gbIWWEYDw1ygeOiJ5LlvHs28OsFHxRT7_OFoOUG6o2s7Mzn07TlGsXK4pD8sppQOeSXnD5CPr0a48wVgOs9hBA_RJJX7F0qmJlVfbw81vO8vWAwb7XLxrv6z01pjHr4/s320/Mahalingam+-+5.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
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Read: <br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Part I - The New Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-s-mahalingams-memories-part-ii.html">Part II - Our First Home</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/early-years-of-university-of-ceylon.html">Part III - Early years of the University of Ceylon</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/working-in-faculty-professor.html">Part IV - Working in the Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/a-change-of-department-professor.html">Part V - A change of department</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-mahalingam-memories-part-vi.html">Part VI - Annual survey camp</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Some personalities in the faculty</b></span><br />
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When the academic staff assembled in the Faculty on the first day no introductions had been necessary. Almost all of them had been associated with the CTC as teachers (full time or part-time) or as students, and had been acquainted. <br />
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The only "outsider" in the team was the Lecturer in Mechanical Engineering, Mr. J.C.V. Chinnappa, who was to arrive a few months later from India. He was a Ceylonese who had done his first degree in India and his post-graduate work in England. Perhaps a few more "outsiders" would have done some good to bring academic variety to what appeared to be an inbred community of teachers.<br />
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Prof. E.O.E. Pereira had been appointed Professor of Civil Engineering in January 1948 at a time when the university did not have a Faculty of Engineering, or even plans for one. His assignment was to prepare plans for a Faculty while helping the CTC which was acutely short of lecturers. He had quickly earned a reputation as a teacher par-excellence and was much respected by those of us he had lectured to. <br />
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He was well known for the pipe that he often had in his mouth and the weather-beaten motorcar that he drove. This car was reputed to be held together not only by bolts and nuts but also by bits of wire and ingenuity. Its outside was sometimes covered by a fine layer of dust, and the inside always had a scattering of tobacco flakes. If anyone asked him about his car his usual reply was: "It has a very good engine". <br />
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A man totally devoted to the Faculty, he always kept an open office and was always accessible to teachers, non-academic staff and students. He believed in moderation in all things. His desk was usually covered with papers which resembled a pile of raked leaves. Nevertheless he seemed to be able to lay his hands on any document he wanted. <br />
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A few years ago when I was collecting material for a history of the Faculty, one of the office files that I looked into contained a few sheets of his lecture notes filed, neatly but mistakenly, by his faithful clerk, on his instructions. <br />
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It was an idiosyncrasy of his that he was averse to putting up sign-boards - even one indicating the Dean's Office. Right through his Deanship of nearly twenty years he operated from an unmarked room. A kindly man, he readily accepted any excuse given by a student to explain his failure to submit his coursework in time. <br />
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His sympathy and help could always be counted upon in full measure by sportsmen and those having health or financial problems. It was once said that Prof. Pereira sometimes confused the functions of the Faculty of Engineering with those of the Salvation Army!<br />
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Prof. R.H. Paul was the most experienced teacher in the team. He had begun his career at the CTC in the 1930s, on his return from Cambridge, and had built up the laboratory facilities in Electrical Engineering. He retired as Director of the College in early 1950, and joined the university staff a few months later. He had a very alert mind with an interest in a wide range of technical matters outside his own field of Electrical Engineering. I have heard him keenly discussing the merits of different types of carburettors and on one occasion the finer points of the Laws of Thermodynamics.<br />
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He was also inclined to do lateral thinking in day-to-day Faculty matters and arrive at totally unexpected and out-of-phase conclusions. He was indeed an unpredictable man.<br />
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Mr. P.H.D. Wikramaratna ('PH.') was an experienced teacher who had done much of the pioneering work in the Civil Engineering laboratories at the CTC around the time the "provisional recognition" was sought. He had carried a very heavy teaching load and had a formidable reputation when he left the College in 1946 to join the staff of the Battersea Polytechnic, London. <br />
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He joined the Faculty in 1950 and brought useful teaching experience gained abroad. A man deeply concerned with student welfare, he was also a strict disciplinarian. He insisted on student punctuality at lectures. On one occasion he spotted a student quietly slipping into a classroom, a minute or two late. "Please close the door", commanded PH. The much-relieved student walked back to the door and closed it. "What I meant was, close the door from outside", clarified PH.<br />
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When he gave problems to be done in the classroom those who hadn't brought their slide rules were curtly ordered to leave; students who failed to submit coursework on time were given short shrift. His insistence on coursework discipline led to an amusing incident which was recounted to me some time later. <br />
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One morning PH was rushing to the Faculty by taxi for his 8 o'clock lecture when he spotted an engineering student waiting for a bus. PH stopped the taxi and offered a lift, which the student accepted with some hesitation. A few minutes after their arrival in the Faculty PH walked into his classroom, and before commencing his lecture, read out a short list of names. These students were summarily ordered to leave as they had not submitted their coursework reports. Among them was the beneficiary of the morning's taxi-ride.<br />
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An interesting personality was Mr. H.B. de Silva who had once served in the Survey Department. A friendly, effervescent man, always exuding bonhomie, he had a repertoire of entertaining anecdotes which he re-counted at our gatherings. He also introduced his own brand of spicy humour into his teaching of Surveying, which many would regard as a dull subject.<br />
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The teaching of Engineering Drawing did nor nave any takers. Although the Faculty had competent teachers of the subject, they had their hands with other subjects. So, the Dean obtained the part-time services of Mr. A. Ragunather, Lecturer in Mechanical Engineering at the CTC, and his able assistant Mr. N.M.R. de Silva. An affable man with a roly-poly figure, "Ragu" had been regarded as a “character" at the CTC.<br />
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He was well-known for his blunt and even coarse language, and his rough and sometimes scatological humour in dealing with student questions that he thought were foolish or frivolous. That was considered acceptable banter which even found a resonance at the Tech where he had lectured for many years. But our freshmen, straight from school, took some time to get used to him. It was said by some students that he "taught Engineering Drawing through Anatomy". Professor Pereira, too, remarked that the lecturer from "the other place" had a lively approach to Engineering Drawing, judging by the laughter that emanated from his classroom.<br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Partial Relocation in a Second Home</b></span><br />
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In October1952 the formal transfer of the University of Ceylon to Peradeniya took place although the construction work in the Campus was not complete.<br />
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The numerous constructional delays had exasperated and frustrated the VC who decided that enough was enough. The Faculties of Arts, and Oriental Studies together with the Main Library and the University administration moved out of Thurstan Road and set out on their "long march" to the hills. In the space thus freed the Faculty of Engineering set up its office, staff rooms, lecture rooms and drawing office. Some temporary buildings were also put up, two of them for our Engineering Workshop which was considered urgent. <br />
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We regarded these arrangements as being of a temporary nature, and none could have guessed that it would take 12 frustrating years for the shift to Peradeniya to materialise.<br />
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All the lectures were at Thurstan Road in the mornings 8-12, and the staff and students then made their way to the CTC for laboratory classes in the afternoon 1.30-4.30. It was hard on the students, many of whom came back to Thurstan Road by 5 p.m. for their sports. <br />
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In spite of the dreary and demanding working conditions the morale of the Faculty was very high and we did produce some very high calibre graduates who have done very well at home and abroad in their professional careers.<br />
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By the end of 1952, I was granted probationary study leave and in March 1953 1 set out for Britain to work for my Ph.D. The period of two and a half years as a junior member of the staff, with all its changes and chances, had given me valuable preparatory training which would stand me in good stead in my long career. It had been a big step forward from the harsh conditions of all work and no play at the CTC where only the fittest students survived. <br />
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Those early years on the staff were my spring of hope, and they will always remain in sharper focus in my memories then the less exciting and even less rewarding recent past.<br />
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<b>The End</b><br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
<br />
Read: <br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Part I - The New Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-s-mahalingams-memories-part-ii.html">Part II - Our First Home</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/early-years-of-university-of-ceylon.html">Part III - Early years of the University of Ceylon</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/working-in-faculty-professor.html">Part IV - Working in the Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/a-change-of-department-professor.html">Part V - A change of department</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Annual survey camp</b></span><br />
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One of the highlights of student activity in the Civil Engineering Department was the annual survey camp for the Fourth Year students. It was held at Diyatalawa which, apart from the salubrious climate, offered many attractive physical features for surveying exercises. There were hills, valleys, streams, roads, railways, culverts, tunnels, buildings and even distance triangulation stations.<br />
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All these could be surveyed without the hindrance and obstruction of curious spectators and road traffic. It was not surprising that the Survey Department had established a permanent presence there many years ago with its Training School and substantial technical facilities. <br />
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Our camp was usually held during the university vacation in the first three weeks of December when fair weather usually prevailed in the area. About three junior staff members and about the same number of Instructors were required to assist Mr. H.B. de Silva ('H.B.') who was the Lecturer in the subject. <br />
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I went to my first camp as a teacher in December 1950 and continued to do so in subsequent years, even after leaving the Civil Engineering Department. The number of students in the camp was around 25. The Ceylon Technical College had made a standing arrangement with the Army for the use of parts of its under-utilised barracks for the survey camp. The Army generously provided two huts for students, one hut with rooms for the staff, a dining hall and a kitchen. It also supplied beds, mattresses, pillows and blankets. The Faculty of Engineering was able to secure the same arrangements. Staff and students always looked forward to this annual event which was really a working holiday in the hills.<br />
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Field work in a friendly climate, with set quotas of work and deadlines brings about a surprising transformation of the attitudes of students. We had five students in a group and about 4 or 5 groups. They set about their work with remarkable enthusiasm and diligence; no prodding was necessary. Students left the camp at about 7am and worked till about 4pm., with a short break for lunch. Some even opted to work on Sundays. Relaxation for students in the evenings was walks, sight-seeing and pictures. A few who had the money went to the surveyors' club to seek bottled beer and high spirits.<br />
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In one of the camps I went to there was an incident which did not reflect well on us. When we were in the camp, a very senior officer of the Surveyor Department was on a brief visit to his Diyatalawa office. He had been in London little earlier to attend a special course in Aerial Surveying and Mapping. He told H.B. that he would be glad to give a talk to our staff and students on this subject. The only mutually convenient time was 4 p.m. on Saturday, and the venue was the Surveying School.<br />
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None of us was happy about the choice of time as most people usually had their own plans for relaxation on Saturday evenings. Nevertheless we managed to muster a sufficient number of staff and students for the lecture for which the lecturer had come well prepared with slides. The talk was unfortunately pitched well above the heads of the listeners, and it soon became evident that the audience had lost interest. Some were listlessly shuffling the while others were looking out through the windows. The lecturer must have observed all this, but he pressed on regardless. The lecture finally came to an end after about one hour or so, and questions were invited from the audience. There were none. Having noted this negative response, the lecturer said sadly: "I do not know if you gentlemen have learnt anything from this lecture, but I have learnt something. I have learnt how easy it is for a man to make a fool of himself in public”. It had been an unfortunate affair in which we had hurt the feelings of a kindly, well-meaning man.<br />
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Read:<br />
Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam – <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-mahalingam-memories-final.html">Final parts</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
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Read: <br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Part I - The New Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-s-mahalingams-memories-part-ii.html">Part II - Our First Home</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/early-years-of-university-of-ceylon.html">Part III - Early years of the University of Ceylon</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/working-in-faculty-professor.html">Part IV - Working in the Faculty</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Part V – A change of department</b></span><br />
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I began my teaching career in the Department of Civil Engineering and was assigned the usual quota of supporting duties in the four subjects taught by the department. After I had been in service for a few months, the Dean spoke to me about a pressing staffing problem in the Faculty. <br />
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It was in the Department of Mechanical Engineering which was unable to recruit a qualified teacher in the subject of Theory of Machines, which is now called Mechanics of Machines. <br />
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Incredible it may seem, there wasn't a single Ceylonese Mechanical Engineering graduate in the country outside the university, so that there was no possibility of getting even a Visiting Lecturer to tide over the immediate crisis. The CTC, too, had been confronted by the same intractable problem and in consequence the subject had been taught at the Part I level only, the lecturer being an Electrical Engineering graduate! <br />
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Prof. Pereira suggested to me that if I could sit the papers in Applied Thermodynamics and Theory of Machines – two in each subject - in the University of London Part I1 Examination in June 1951 and passed them, I would become a Mechanical Engineering graduate, and could be absorbed into the Mechanical Engineering Department.<br />
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He said I should have no difficulty with Applied Thermodynamics as lectures were being given in the Faculty with supporting laboratory work. As for Theory of Machines I would have to teach myself the subject and also set myself Machine Design exercises for coursework. (There was no laboratory work in the subject in those days). As in the subject of "Theory of Structures" the coursework was entirely Design. For self instruction I would have to depend mainly on the limited library facilities available. <br />
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I thought the proposal was a worthwhile challenge and accepted it. Of course, it entailed a great deal of hard work, as I also had my normal quota of departmental duties. Among the topics I taught myself during this period was "Mechanical Vibration" in which I have since developed a life-long interest. <br />
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In due course I passed the examinations, and joined the Department of Mechanical Engineering, doubling its strength in the process.<br />
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When I joined the Mechanical Engineering Department in 1951 1 was a young and inexperienced Assistant Lecturer thrown into the deep end. But the work was different and interesting. I spent my vacations in the CGR workshops at Ratmalana to gain practical experience of Mechanical Engineering. It was a hectic time for all of us, but we had the satisfaction of moving forward with steady gains, which we hoped would endure.<br />
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Read:<br />
Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam – <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-mahalingam-memories-part-vi.html">Part VI - Annual survey camp</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-67268991998771314122015-11-07T18:34:00.001+05:302015-11-18T10:25:40.314+05:30 Working in the Faculty (Professor Mahalingam's memories - Part IV)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_rwtuqpetblaYsSGXDE9piUD2JYHrQrZerqAhxrqxdzGbLIKpOo_-8Twe7k1OTNuJ6uPcMV-EHYKGTOitJKfoo7bRdUyiAOdMD1krSbe7cHqlbq7hyrYDJU6r1j76yIv3tf4Cn69LKZx/s1600/Maha-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_rwtuqpetblaYsSGXDE9piUD2JYHrQrZerqAhxrqxdzGbLIKpOo_-8Twe7k1OTNuJ6uPcMV-EHYKGTOitJKfoo7bRdUyiAOdMD1krSbe7cHqlbq7hyrYDJU6r1j76yIv3tf4Cn69LKZx/s1600/Maha-4.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
<br />
Read: <br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Part I - The New Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-s-mahalingams-memories-part-ii.html">Part II - Our First Home</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/early-years-of-university-of-ceylon.html">Part III - Early years of the University of Ceylon</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Part IV - Working in the Faculty</b></span><br />
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At the time I joined the staff the Faculties of Medicine and engineering were considered professional faculties and the academic staff were paid higher salaries than those paid to staff in the other faculties; the professors in the Faculty of Engineering, for instance, were paid a special allowance of 25 per cent of basic salary for loss of private practice. Of course the academics were expected to be professionals with charters from one of the three major professional institutions in London. This required a graduate to go through a training programme of 2-3 years in field/industry, sometimes referred to as "Graduate Apprenticeship", and in due course all of us had obtained this qualification. I got my training in two engineering firms in England and I consider it an enriching experience and a valuable part of my training for teaching and research. It also rewarded me with the MIMechE.<br />
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The university was a hierarchical organisation at that time and the Professor was also the administrative Head of his department; the question of giving up the headship could not arise. Internal problems were sorted out in informal departmental discussions, and the Dean held occasional staff meetings of which no minutes were kept. The Faculty Board met once in about three months and the agenda was strictly confined to matters that came within the purview of the Board. The VC was always present at these meetings which seldom took more than 15 minutes.<br />
The Faculty office had only one clerk, while the clerical work in the departments was done by a laboratory assistant. <br />
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There were three departments: Civil, Electrical and Mechanical. An Assistant Lecturer in Engineering Mathematics did all the lecturing in the subject, and he was attached to the Department of Civil Engineering. Owing to the pressure on space at the CTC, the First Year students were sent to the Faculty of Science where they followed the conventional Physical<br />
Sciences course together with two engineering subjects – Engineering Drawing and Workshop Practice - for which they had classes at the CTC. However, it was not all smooth sailing in the early days at the CTC.<br />
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Although there had been an understanding with the CTC authorities that their laboratory staff would continue to do the work they had been doing for the London External Degree classes, their cooperation was not readily forthcoming. The technical staff appeared to be sullen, lackadaisical and prone to absenteeism. The cause of this "ergophobia" or allergy to work was quickly diagnosed, and the VC offered special allowances for Tech teachers and technical staff involved in the university classes. This solved the problem and restored harmony and goodwill at the CTC.<br />
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We worked five and half days a week and my time table gave me six hours of class room work (Lectures/Tutorials) and 15 hours laboratory work for a week. This was the norm at that time. <br />
The Mechanical Engineering Department had only two staff members and we managed to keep the courses going without crying for help. The classes were usually small and all members of the academic staff participated in laboratory work. Most of the marking of coursework was done in the laboratory itself. The number of instructors in each department was about five and they were required to assist in the demonstration of laboratory work, but not in marking coursework.<br />
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Since our annual intake was only 25 in the first few years the quality of the students was high. They had gained admission entirely on merit via written papers, practicals and an interview; they had not been corrupted by the pernicious “tutory” system. Almost all of them were from the large urban schools they all spoke fluent English and made full use of the limited library facilities we had. Classes were very lively and students did not hesitate to provoke discussion of obscure points in the lectures. Their methods of study and preparation for examinations were conventional, and "kuppi classes" were unheard of.<br />
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We had two sets of examinations to contend with. There were three batches of students who had been taken over from the CTC. They had to be prepared for the University of London examinations which would be held in 1951 and 1952. The arrangement would be completed with a special Part I1 examination in 1953. In all, 92 students graduated in these three years and then sadly the curtain came down on the London External Degree in Ceylon, which had been a boon to many of us.<br />
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In the matter of setting our own examination papers the Faculty staff were lacking in experience and expertise. Fortunately we were able to obtain assistance from the University of London which recommended some of their experienced teachers as External Examiners, and I found their guidance very valuable. They always sent us detailed comments on the draft question papers and suggestions for improving them. 1 leant a great deal from them.<br />
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For a small faculty we had a disproportionately large number of good sportsmen. I recall that in 1956 a Mechanical Engineering student captained the All-Ceylon Football team. Although Sir Ivor Jennings was apologetic about the limited sports facilities provided to students in these years, when "all the sports activities except swimming took place on a pocket handkerchief at Thurstan Road which was totally inadequate for a University College of 500 students", commendable standards were displayed in sports.<br />
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Read:<br />
Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam – <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/a-change-of-department-professor.html">Part V - A change of department<br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-52125637226849378652015-11-06T07:04:00.001+05:302015-11-18T10:25:50.319+05:30Early years of the University of Ceylon - Professor S Mahalingam's memories - Part III<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5aOwRVx7lhAGkTG5fU4gYrke8a0PAdgNOWyKYREq6GDTNj-VPzrEZV-DcbAZsyV_mL8-7_vxEVPIoHrwGVaVIoF48IzWCTNuLcZn2sHa4q89cwY0C1SddRFka9fQB4S5o8HCE5ZeTZ5nd/s1600/Mahalingam+-+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5aOwRVx7lhAGkTG5fU4gYrke8a0PAdgNOWyKYREq6GDTNj-VPzrEZV-DcbAZsyV_mL8-7_vxEVPIoHrwGVaVIoF48IzWCTNuLcZn2sHa4q89cwY0C1SddRFka9fQB4S5o8HCE5ZeTZ5nd/s1600/Mahalingam+-+3.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
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Read: <br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Part I - The New Faculty</a><br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-s-mahalingams-memories-part-ii.html">Part II - Our First Home</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Part III - Early years of the University of Ceylon</b></span><br />
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In 1950 the University of Ceylon was spread across the city at three centres. The main body of the University was at Thurstan Road, its seat being the old Ceylon University College founded in 1921. Three Faculties -Arts, Oriental Studies and Science - the main library and the university administration were located there. The Faculty of Medicine was at Kynsey Road, close to the General Hospital, Colombo, while the Faculty of Engineering the youngest of the five faculties was at the CTC. The common man usually referred to the Thurstan Road complex as "The University".<br />
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The University of Ceylon was relatively small in those years. When it was established in 1942 it had four faculties and 904 students. With steady expansion taking place, particularly after the end of the war in 1945, the total student population rose to about 1500 by 1950. In spite of its tender age and small size it was already gaining a reputation for its academic standards. It enjoyed a high public esteem and there were a few academic staff who had resigned from the prestigious Ceylon Civil Service (CCS) to join the University staff. Much of the planning of the infrastructure of university education and administration was in the capable hands of Sir Ivor Jennings as none of the academic staff had had any experience of university management. He had come to Ceylon from the London School of Economics and was already the author of eleven books. In spite of the heavy load imposed on him by the dismally slow pace of the Peradeniya scheme, he was also writing books in Ceylon. At the time we came into contact with him he was already LLD (Lond), DLitt (Cantab) and his formidable presence was an inspiration to the junior staff members. Some of the senior staff members were not far behind him. The faculty of Science had two of its staff with, DSc (Lond) while the Arts and Oriental Studies had one DLitt (Lond) each. Those of us who had grown up in the sleepy, uninspiring and stifling environment of the CTC found the university environment very stimulating. Most of the academic staff we came to know had very good first degrees and commendable records of post-graduate research.<br />
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"The University is not a Government Department nor is it organised like one", wrote Sir Ivor Jennings in 1948. Its administration was indeed compact and efficient. It consisted of the VC, a Registrar and two Assistant Registrars, one of whom, having had training in Printing, was also the Manager of the Ceylon University Press. All the printing work such as the university publications, stationery and question papers handled by the Press which also undertook the binding of books and periodicals. The Main Library had one Librarian and two Assistant Librarians.<br />
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The General Office was run by a Chief Clerk and about 10-15 clerks; there was no Bursar. This little office handled the entire work relating to finance, establishment, general administration and also the Peradeniya Scheme. <br />
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A Parkinsonian proliferation of staff was set in later with a predictable loss of efficiency and reliability. As rar as my recollection goes the university did enjoy the luxury of official motor vehicles. The VC was often seen getting around the university grounds on foot, and when he went outside the university complex he drove his own elderly car.<br />
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A facet of university life in those years still remains clear in my memory. It happened at the end of my first month of service in the University, and I had gone to the university office to collect my pay-cheque. The office was on the first floor of College House where the offices of the VC and the other administrators were located. I obtained my cheque with a mere verbal self-identification, and walked out reading the particulars written on it. Somewhere I had taken the wrong turn and suddenly I found myself in the VC’s balcony. Sir Ivor was deeply absorbed in what he was writing and I noticed a number of bound volumes, open and propped up in front of him. I hadn't obviously disturbed him, and I tiptoed out of the place quickly. I did not realise at that time that I would never again see a VC in our university doing academic work.<br />
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The circulars sent out by Sir Ivor Jennings were sometimes enlivened by dry humour and irony of the British Senior Common Room type. I recall that when J.V. Stalin, the great leader of the Soviet Union, died in February 1953 the President of the Students' Union wrote to the VC requesting a special university holiday as a mark of respect to the great man. The VC circulated his reply which went something like this:<br />
<blockquote>“The Vice-Chancellor would consider granting of a special holiday when the death has occurred of (a) a distinguished senior member of the staff, (b) an eminent public figure who has been closely associated with the university and (c) a distinguished alumnus of the University.<br />
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The late Soviet leader did not come under category (a) or (b). As for category (c), I have gone through the Register of Graduates very carefully and I failed to see the name J.V. Stalin in it".<br />
</blockquote>I also recall the Vice-chancellor once wrote to the students' Union to point out that there was no need to put up posters and placards during their election campaigns in which they were canvassing what was probably "the most educated electorate in the country". He felt that such displays were a gratuitous insult to the intelligence of the undergraduates. I do not think the students took serious note of this gratuitous advice from a foreigner on what had become accepted national practice since the advent of adult franchise.<br />
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A much respected and admired academic, Sir Ivor was easily accessible to staff and students who had special problems requiring his personal attention. The "employer-employee" relationship between the VC and the staff, which developed in a later administration, was totally alien to his thinking. I have seen him at University Teachers' Association (UTA) meetings in the Senior Common Room having a cup of tea and joining in the discussions. He did not see the need to conduct himself any differently from what he would have done in Britain.<br />
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Read:<br />
Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam – <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/working-in-faculty-professor.html">Part IV - Working in the Faculty</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-69100994473256456112015-11-05T04:23:00.001+05:302015-11-18T10:26:00.241+05:30Professor S Mahalingam's memories - Part II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pvlBHeKTPUCttgxA6QpGZZ2aM_X-ceZpTRegVtSWUH2LncML7CaD4CV64C957aBJObFsDqv4SxN4WztoN4WhdCv-OXqYm0rJQxeK9aP_8yFlZLs1iqO-KifzhaR6Va1e0UzxXRdwzAot/s1600/Mahalingam+-+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pvlBHeKTPUCttgxA6QpGZZ2aM_X-ceZpTRegVtSWUH2LncML7CaD4CV64C957aBJObFsDqv4SxN4WztoN4WhdCv-OXqYm0rJQxeK9aP_8yFlZLs1iqO-KifzhaR6Va1e0UzxXRdwzAot/s1600/Mahalingam+-+2.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
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Read: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Part I - The New Faculty</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Part II - Our First Home</b></span><br />
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All our work was done at the Ceylon Technical College in Maradana for the first two and half years. Like most Technical Colleges in Britain, it was located in the heart of the city, close to the centres of transport and commerce, within easy reach of the part-time students enrolled in its numerous Day and Evening, sub-professional courses. <br />
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Its main division, its flagship and pride had been the full-time, four-year degree course leading to the external degree of the University of London. As it happened I had the dubious, distinction of being in the last batch of students to complete the course before disaster overtook the institution.<br />
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The college was situated in a triangular block of land bounded by busy roads on two sides, and by a canal with stagnant water and a lock-gate on the third. Its front entrance lay on the main highway which carried tram and bus services. On the other side of this road there was a busy railway yard in which rolling stock rattled incessantly. <br />
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In consequence, a high level of noise prevailed right through the day, pierced at frequent intervals by the shrieking whistles of the exuberant steam locomotives going about their shunting in the yard. <br />
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The total absence of floral vegetation added to the general bleakness of the place. It was a cheerless industrial environment and not an academic one. But I had got used to it during my four-years as an undergraduate.<br />
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The college had its origins in a Government Technical School founded in 1893 for the training of sub-professional grades, and had gone through many vicissitudes some of which had threatened its very existence. Its growth had been haphazard, and buildings had been constructed or modified as and when land was acquired and money was available. Some of the laboratory buildings, for instance, had been garages used by the CGR to park its lorries, and continued to retain their functional appearance. Not visible, however, was the insidious red tape in which the administration of the College was totally enmeshed. <br />
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Engineering education began to spread in the Western universities about 150 years ago, but it was only in 1942 that it arrived in Ceylon when the CTC obtained "provisional recognition" for preparing students for the external degree of the University of London. But the College did not have the human and material resources for this undertaking, and the recognition faced a breakdown in December 1949. <br />
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The Ministry of Education was deeply concerned at these distressing developments and, there being no viable alternative solution, decided to close down the degree programme at the ailing CTC and ask the University of Ceylon to set up its Faculty of Engineering, which had been on the cards for some years. This decision led to the four-month frantic activity to meet the deadline of 1 July 1950.<br />
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Read Part III:<br />
Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam – <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/early-years-of-university-of-ceylon.html">Part III - Early years of the University of Ceylon</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span><br />
E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-17952803304955713512015-11-04T10:13:00.000+05:302015-11-18T10:26:09.037+05:30Growing up in the Lower Ranks - Professor Mahalingam’s memories of Faculty of Engineering<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHpP4XlMtqkhdslJRENBDBDtsnHaGMy_ac_nBcu-tjNWVlLJHsTRlNoXBQfduiQ6Tqk6s1RjqsQlGI837gizjxCV3wCaJaUphlbP3eYqdNQORkKBVImSRZ_flWOsUNYpblY9rB0N4hYxx/s1600/Mahalingam.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHpP4XlMtqkhdslJRENBDBDtsnHaGMy_ac_nBcu-tjNWVlLJHsTRlNoXBQfduiQ6Tqk6s1RjqsQlGI837gizjxCV3wCaJaUphlbP3eYqdNQORkKBVImSRZ_flWOsUNYpblY9rB0N4hYxx/s1600/Mahalingam.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:140%;"><b>Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size:120%;"><b>Part I - The New Faculty</b></span><br />
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The event was not given any publicity in the press as the university authorities did not consider it an occasion for drum-beating. It was regarded as just another step in the advancement of higher education. <br />
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The Faculty of Engineering was born on 1 July 1950 after a period of gestation of only four months, during which a team of 12 academic staff and a batch of 25 freshmen were assembled. The Faculty was also required to take charge of three batches of students - 189 in all - from the defunct Ceylon Technical College (CTC, “Tech”), and enable them to complete their courses of study. <br />
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These extraordinary developments were brought about by the sudden collapse of the courses at the CTC, where students had been prepared for the external degree of the University of London for eight years (1942-50) under a "provisional recognition".<br />
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The facilities made available to the new Faculty were the classrooms and laboratories of the CTC and three of its staff rooms. One of these rooms became the Dean's Office, and he shared it with a clerk, a telephone, a typewriter and a filing cabinet. The other rooms had desks, each being shared by two senior staff. <br />
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The junior staff were an un-anchored floating population who drifted around the laboratories and the senior common room. Due to the shortness of notice some of the staff, seven were not able to report for duty on the first day, and I was one of those present. <br />
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I have vivid memories of that dull July morning with overcast skies, waiting for the Dean to arrive. There was to be no opening ceremony; no lighting of the traditional oil lamp and no making of speeches that are so commonplace these days. <br />
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Prof. E.O.E. Pereira arrived, lit his pipe, took a couple of contented puffs, and informed us that the new Faculty was in business, and that work could commence according to the time-tables already issued. <br />
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About a week later I saw the Vice-Chancellor (VC) of the University of Ceylon, Sir Ivor Jennings, inspecting the place in the company of Prof. Pereira. Having seen the closely constructed main buildings and the cluster of small, gloomy, ill-ventilated laboratories, he declared dejectedly that there was not enough room to swing a cat in. This was the unappealing and cramped environment that the staff of the new Faculty had to work in, and it made us eagerly look forward to the day when we would have a permanent home of our own with more civilised facilities. <br />
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As a low-ranking member of the staff - the "academic proletariat" - my working conditions were, by present-day standards, difficult and demanding. Yet I still have nostalgic memories of those heady days where one had the exhilarating feeling of participating in a pioneering venture which had a clear sense of purpose, direction and goals.<br />
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Read Part II: <br />
Growing up in the Lower Ranks by S. Mahalingam – <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/professor-s-mahalingams-memories-part-ii.html">Part II - Our first home</a><br />
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<span style="font-size:80%;">(This article was first published in “Memories of an Engineering Faculty: 1950-2000 Golden Jubilee Souvenir”, Jayasekara, W.P., Mahalingam, S., Ranaweera, M.P., Siyambalapitiya, S.B., Ratnaweera, V. [Editors], Faculty of Engineering, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka, July 2000)</span><br />
E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-76826517133078893552015-11-03T17:41:00.001+05:302015-11-18T10:26:18.775+05:30A Professor and a Gentleman - In Memory of Professor S Mahalingam<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijM9rSyUPFKoAEdslOl53qFdMQrC9IJTmgXSx4T2eGz6NZNeoklgcKt0U15qahd3g65vRBAPX0YOGQVlkF534vMH8AIM6UWzjU7Cp5_5HWo2FcXpqyrGKmL4tubd_VcJAV8kVrFo7F0qbt/s1600/JetEngine.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijM9rSyUPFKoAEdslOl53qFdMQrC9IJTmgXSx4T2eGz6NZNeoklgcKt0U15qahd3g65vRBAPX0YOGQVlkF534vMH8AIM6UWzjU7Cp5_5HWo2FcXpqyrGKmL4tubd_VcJAV8kVrFo7F0qbt/s1600/JetEngine.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:150%;"><b>A Professor and a Gentleman</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size:120%;">A professor and a gentleman ‐ truly was he,<br />
A man of true compassion ‐ who else would kinder, be?<br />
Havin’ mastered his art with greatest passion ‐ renowned became he<br />
In world’s great missions, ev’n a minnow ‐ who has the luck to be?<br />
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Hailing from humble origins, though ‐ with loads of determination,<br />
Rising o’er highest mountain’s peak ‐ in the world of vibration <br />
Emerging from the lit’le‐known Ceylon ‐ to heights of inter‐nation<br />
All through his hard and ethical work ‐ unmatchable imagination <br />
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His suit, his stride, his convos or lectures – overflowing with discipline<br />
You better not attend this don’s classes ‐ if you’re not there when they begin<br />
One by another, ‘quations unfold ‐ always a new phenomenon<br />
The man who bettered Holzer’s Table ‐ No more! Our hearts sadden’.<br />
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With least of his students, he willingly had ‐ his precious time to spare<br />
Our pains, complains or things unfair ‐ with him we could always share<br />
A generous heart full of compassion ‐ he would always care<br />
For subject matter, his awesome passion ‐ to unspeak, who would dare?<br />
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Oh! Beautiful hills and valleys of Pera, at Hanthana's foothills,<br />
For half century’s span, in shine or rain, as the evening unveils,<br />
The gentle man that strolled your lanes, how sadly, do you miss?<br />
In the presence of the Lord, eternally, May He Rest in Peace!</span><br />
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In Loving Memory of <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">Prof. S Mahalingam</a> <br />
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Jude Parakrama Fernando – E/83 (Mechanical Engineering)<br />
03 November 2015<br />
<hr/>Read Professor Mahalingam's memories about his early years at the Faculty of Engineering from the following page:<br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html">http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2015/11/growing-up-in-lower-ranks-professor.html</a>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-32492733254587490602014-12-23T11:23:00.000+05:302014-12-23T11:23:49.606+05:30TWO EPISODES - a short storyFollowing is <b>a short story</b> written by K. S. Suthakar (E/82). English translation is by Kathir Balasundaram.<br />
This short story was originally published at (<a href="http://shuruthy.blogspot.com/2014/11/two-episodes-short-story.html">http://shuruthy.blogspot.com/2014/11/two-episodes-short-story.html</a>) <br />
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<b>INCIDENT ONE</b><br />
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It all took place in the month of May, 1983.<br />
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Those of us selected by the Engineering Faculty to attend the celebrated Peradeniya University found rooms in either the James Peris (J.P.), Hilda and Obryasekara men residence halls or the Sangamitta and Ramanathan Residence Hall for women.<br />
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Our studies began well, and we threw ourselves into them enthusiastically. Each residence hall had a cafeteria, and we found entertainment by pulling pranks on the cashiers and servers. <br />
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The J.P. residence hall was situated on a hill and looked elegant from any angle. Only two tracks went up to the residence hall there, but travelling a bit higher on the hill, stood the Marcus Fernando hall of residence. This housed cooking facilities where experts, capable of cleaning rice or dhal using a sieve, worked. They typically ate while they cooked and they belonged to the arts faculty.<br />
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Vijayananthan—nicknamed Uncle Vijayam—and Spencer were my room-mates. Spencer had the roughest time there. Some of the seniors had been caught by Professor Sivasegaram bullying Spencer and were subsequently suspended for a year from the university. Angry friends of the bullies would often come to our room and give Spencer a hard time.<br />
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Another friend, Rajeevan, used to visit our room and say to me, “Hey Machan, let’s have bonda and soosiyam, okay?” With our sarongs rolled up to our knees, we went to the canteen together where Rajeevan would stand like a fuming wild buffalo. I, fearful of being caught, hid from everyone else’s view next to a wall. To those inside the cafeteria, only Rajeevan would ever be seen.<br />
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To divert their attention from what he was really doing, he would demand things that were not available for sale while he stole soociam sweets and passed them on to me. He would even ask for goat-intestine curry or betel and areca nuts. I would slip every stolen item into my rolled-up sarong through the small space at its hanging top. We even managed to filch some beeda-betel! We would return to our room laughing. Our friends would be awaiting our arrival to share in our haul.<br />
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Once, years ago, I learned that a young woman had stayed in room 13 of the J.P. residence hall when it had housed female students. She had committed suicide as she was unable to endure the hazing and pranks played on her. She had set herself on fire. Later, the room had been relabelled as 13A, a storage room for furniture. It was said that the crying voice of the deceased woman could still be heard in the room even after her death.<br />
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The Engineering lecture halls and labs were built some distance from the J.P. residence hall. Someone travelling from the residence hall to the facility would get to enjoy the natural beauty along the Galaha Road. The road passed the Senate Building and crossed a bridge that spanned the Mahaweli Ganga. The bridge, supported by a single pillar, was constructed with the help of Professor Durairajah. While passing the Senate, our eyes would automatically fix upon ‘Lovers’ Lane,’ where we watched embracing couples enter the park and walk down the road hugging and pushing each other merrily.<br />
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The Akbar Residence Hall was close to the Engineering Department, so we went there for our meals between lectures. That was where we learned to eat goat-intestine curry. We were all familiar with Akbar Residence Hall since we had all lived there prior to attending the Engineering Department to finish our excruciating English prerequisites. Hardly any girls ever came around, much to our disappointment, but those who lived in the dorms that faced the university on the other side of the river were lucky. Returning to their rooms after the evening lectures, they would gather at the windows to watch the girls. They would compete with each other to see who could first get the girls’ attention with a whistle.<br />
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The performing arts theatre of the Engineering Department was located in the E.O.E. Pereira Building. Almost all of the performances by the Tamil Society used to be held there. During our stay, we staged three plays: ‘People Without Shadows,’ and two other plays titled, ‘Thiruvila’ and ‘Oh! Calcutta,’ by Mavai Niththi.<br />
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I remember once, the moment our play ended, we took off, climbing more than eighty steps to reach our residence hall. Normally, we would relax once or twice on the climb, but not this time. We knew that a bunch of girls, returning from the theatre, would be passing our residence hall on their way to either Sangamitta or Ramanathan residence halls. And we had a plan.<br />
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We went to the toilets and filled up shopping bags with foul-smelling body waste. When we returned to the slope of the hill, underneath which the girls would have to walk, Basil was sitting there on a bench watching along the Galaha Road. Suddenly, he shouted, “They’re coming! They’re coming!”<br />
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Someone yelled, “Throw, man! Throw, man! Throw at the target!”<br />
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Vasee began his catcalling, “Hey girls! Hey girls! Catch!” We began throwing the bags of urine at the women below in the ‘Kissing Bend.’ Drenched in the foul smelling rain, they started running towards the Sarathsanthira open-air theatre. It was so funny. We will never forget this hilarious experience in our lives.<br />
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But that all came to an end.<br />
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Any incident regarding ethnic unrest or violence that broke out in the North-East of Sri Lanka set off tension at our university in the central hills of Sri Lanka.<br />
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On the evening of May 11th, trouble found the students at the Hilda, Mars, and J.P. Residence Halls simultaneously. We received a telephone call from the Hilda Obeyasekara residence hall that some Sinhala thugs had entered the dorms and assaulted some of the Tamil boys. They advised us to be watchful.<br />
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We later came to know who those hooligans were. They were Sinhala undergraduates from our own residence hall. They didn’t assault us because they went to the other residence halls to assault Tamil students there. A few of them stayed back to identify Tamils for other Sinhala students that came from the other residence halls to attack us.<br />
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Susantha Tennakone of our residence hall was the “hero” who pointed out the Tamil undergraduates to the angry Sinhala thugs. His face full of thick acne scars, he spoke with a peculiar English accent and lisp, using a very long rhythm that helped him to decide the next word. He seemed to suck in his nose every time to identify a room with a Tamil in it.<br />
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Many of us were severely battered that night. It grew worse when more ruffians arrived from the towns of Hantane, Udaperadeniya, and Rajawatte. They did not appear to be undergraduates, but like drunken people, ran about screaming and waving clubs around. Basil, Mannar, Sri, Vijayam Mama, and I were in our room. One of us watched through the window while others of us stood at the door, trying to keep it closed. We could hear the cries of pain from our friends and fellow students in nearby rooms as they were being beaten.<br />
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We heard Susantha outside demanding us to open up. The door moved back when he kicked it and slammed shut as we shoved it back into place. Though we were on the verge of panicking, we laughed at the thrill of the danger. The kicking stopped, and I glanced through the keyhole to see what was going on. I saw a gnarled hand that looked like crocodile skin had been stretched over it. Certainly, this was no hand of a student. This had to be someone from outside of the university. The man finally left, muttering, “It’s a strong door.”<br />
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I then went to a small hole in the wall and looked nervously out. A short man dressed in a blue sarong ran by quickly, his legs bowed outward as he ran. He walked like a lion returning after a successful hunt. Three other people rushed along behind him shouting something. I also saw the short man with crocodile like skin holding a spade and a long curved knife used for cutting grass.<br />
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The tense situation finally came to an end after two hours, and those Sinhala undergraduates who had gone to the other residence halls to attack Tamil students returned, walking lightly and laughing.<br />
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Some of our fellow students sneaked away that night, jumping from the tops of the hills and rolling down the slopes in an effort to reach either Kandy or Colombo. They intended to stay with their relatives or friends. Some of them left with only the sarong they wore and nothing else.<br />
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Vikky, a fellow student, however, was missing. Throughout the night, we stayed awake, shivering and praying to the god, Krunchi Kumaran, of the university.<br />
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Those of Hilda Residence hall were forced to stand by a wall while someone demanded over and over again, “Will you stage a drama in the future? Will you publish a book?” The Handana Hill slopes at the rear of our residence hall echoed their reply, “No!” over and over.<br />
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At that time, we had not yet picked up even a few Sinhala words. We just started to utter, “Ekkai, thekkai”—one, two. Their anger was against Balasooriyan, a first year student like us and a friend of ours. On that morning, he had received by post from the North of Sri Lanka four copies of a magazine titled, ‘Puthusu,’ of which Balasooriyan was one of the editors. On the front cover, there was a picture of a dove chained inside a cage. It made them suspect him to be a ‘Tiger,’ a member of a Tamil insurgent group. But they were not aware that the magazine criticized the Tigers and their dealings.<br />
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Sinhala students who went there succeeded in seizing Balasooriyan after a chase. A fellow Sinhala student, Bandara, identified him to the angry mob. They hit Balasooriyan with broken legs of chairs. Fernando, another student, was the one who hurt him most severely. After midnight, the residence hall supervisor of Hilda Residence hall, Dr. Darmadasa, took charge of Balasooriyan, and since Balasooriyan claimed that he knew well Professor Sivasegaram, Dr. Darmadasa took him to the Tamil professor. With him went Professor Thillainathan and Dr. Kasinathar. All three talked to the Vice Chancellor, Professor Panditharatne, but the Vice Chancellor said he was going to hand Balasooriyan over to the police.<br />
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That night, they kept Balasooriyan in the Marshall’s office. To look after his wellbeing, <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011/01/oriravu-one-night-part-1.html">Professor Sivasegaram</a> stayed there that night. Unfortunately, it came to an end when they took Balasooriyan to the notorious Fourth Floor in Colombo, the Criminal Investigation Department of the police.<br />
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The next day, the university closed indefinitely. In the morning, we received a phone call from Vikky. He said he had managed to escape, reached Kandy, travelled by train to Colombo, and had arrived at his uncle’s house—all in the same clothes he had left in.<br />
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We packed all our belongings, placed them in the storage room for safekeeping, and travelled to Kandy under police protection. All we could take was a small bag. From Kandy we went either to the north or to the east.<br />
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After four days of severe interrogation, Balasooriyan was released in Colombo.<br />
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This crisis didn’t take place all of a sudden. It had been building up for some time, a result of the politicians who, for their own benefit, had instigated the public against the Tamil students. There was no evidence to establish that the students themselves rose up in defiance of their own accord. Had this incident not taken place, we all would have been trapped in the notorious 1983 Black July ethnic massacre.<br />
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When the university reopened, Balasooriyan, Spencer and some other students did not return to continue their studies. A few of the Engineering faculty lecturers also failed to turn up.<br />
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<b>INCIDENT TWO</b><br />
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The university owned some upstairs apartment buildings, named simply ‘A,’ ‘B,’ and ‘C’ along the bank of the Mahaweli Ganga River. As one moved towards the town of Kurunthuwatte along the Upper Gampola Road, located by the university campus, one can notice the ‘C’ apartments. Every block of buildings contained three adjoining upstairs apartments. Piyasena, a security guard working for the university, lived in one of the three buildings.<br />
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According to university rules and regulations, second year engineering students had to find their own accommodations. Piyasena rented out the upstairs portion of the building to us, all second year engineering students, and he resided in the ground floor with his family. We lived on the second-floor, two in each room. Piyasena had two daughters and one son. At night, Piyasena and his wife slept in the kitchen while the girls occupied the room on the ground-floor and their son slept on a single bed in the sitting-room. It was in the sitting-room that a staircase had been built leading up to the second floor. The eldest daughter stayed at home to help her mother, whereas the son and other daughter attended school.<br />
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The adjoining two houses were not rented out. It was our second morning in the house when I heard the sound of sweeping in the front-yard of the adjoining building. I pulled the curtain of our window aside to look down. A small girl of about fifteen years of age was sweeping. I rolled up a piece of paper and threw it out the window in her direction.<br />
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My friend, Mohan, still on his bed, inquired, “What’s wrong? You look like you drank some neem oil.”<br />
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I kept quiet, not wanting to be disturbed from watching the girl. Seeing that I wasn’t going to respond, he came up quietly and looked out the window. He too began throwing pieces of papers out the window. Our competition soon had the already swept segment of the front-yard filled with strips of paper. The girl, after completing her sweeping, put her hands on her hips and looked back. We ducked out of sight. Shocked to see the state of affairs left in her wake, she cried, “Mom!” and dashed into her house.<br />
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Grinning, we finished getting ready for the day. The toilet and bath were in one room situated in the backyard. Having them together made us uncomfortable, but we managed. After bathing, we returned to our room where Piyasena’s eldest daughter came up to our rooms with cups of tea. When we left for our classes, we looked out of the corner of our eyes at the front yard of the adjoining house. It appeared completely clean and devoid of any trash.<br />
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As soon as Piyasena’s son came home from school, we learned that the girl next door was named Ganga. We did not show interest in the names of the occupants of our own house, only of the girl next door. That should tell you how beautiful this girl next door was. The boy, Piyasena’s son, whom we called ‘Mally,’ younger brother, told us that he and Ganga went to school together in the tenth grade.<br />
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That connection made Mally a constant companion in our room. Apparently, this had been his room before we had come. One night, he pointed to the lights far away and said, “That’s Ramanathan Residence Hall.” He started laughing. “Do any of you have a girlfriend among the young women there?” While waiting for our reply, Mally began unfixing the window to remove it from the frame.<br />
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We began wondering what he was up to, and after he got it out, he jumped through the hole to the roof of the adjoining house and knocked on the window there. In a moment, it opened, and he immediately sneaked into the room across the way. This must have been going on for some time, I thought. Having watched this performance, our dream of Ganga vanished. After a while, Mally came back, fixed the window and walked away like a conquering hero. In spite of our threats to tell his father, he continued doing this once or twice a month.<br />
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One day, after watching the movie, ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover,’ we returned home by bus, got down at the Krunthuwitte bus stop, and made our way to our room. On seeing Ganga walking in front of us, we began teasing her, “Ganga should take a bath,” we teased.<br />
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She froze for a moment and angrily removed her two shoes. Holding them in her hands like she was going to throw them, she gaped at us. We stood still. Luckily, the young girl didn’t throw her shoes at us. I couldn’t guess what was in her mind. She put her shoes back on and hastened away, grumbling.<br />
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Mally got up early in the mornings, saying, “I’m going to get some exercise.” He used to go out somewhere, and once he whispered to us that he was taking self-defence training and in a few months he was going to take up weapons training. On some days, he would stroll around the streets without attending school.<br />
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My friends and I recently began bathing in the Mahaweli Ganga River. Since we did not know how to swim, we started out by taking a ‘crow bath,’ but we were improving our skills in the river.<br />
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It was a Saturday. We enjoyed climbing onto the rocks above the Mahaweli River and jumping into the water, making chugging sounds as we fell. We jumped into the water like frogs, got out of it, grasped the rocks and climbed back up to do it again.<br />
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At some distance, some Sinhala women wearing garments across their chests and two males were bathing. For a long time, they gazed at us attentively. Then one of them, a male, swam over near us and inquired, “Are you Tamil?”<br />
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“Yes,” we answered.<br />
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He pointed at a spot in the river and warned us, “Don’t go there. There is the spillway.” We thanked him and continued to enjoy jumping into the water.<br />
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The water level of the Mahaweli Ganga changes often when the gate of the sluice is opened or during a torrential rain. One can be fully aware of it by watching the garbage floating along the water. If one sees that, one needs to get out of the water without delay or face the possibility of being carried away by a flash flood.<br />
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I looked in the direction of the man had indicated and spotted a cement structure. Gazing at it, I jumped into the river without thinking. It happened so quickly that I lost my bearings. Since I didn’t know how to swim, I cried, “Aiyo!” My natural instinct to thrash around in an effort to stay afloat failed. I was drowning. I could hardly speak and a frantic thought crossed my mind, “Didn’t anyone else see that I was drowning? Oh! My god! Where have they gone?”<br />
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Soon I began swallowing large amounts of river water as I thrashed about. I began to sink. I couldn’t imagine anything except death. I thrashed, trying to keep my head above water. I clawed frantically, shouting and swallowing water. My body touched the river bottom, and I floated weightlessly in the water. My life was about to end.<br />
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Suddenly, rough hands grabbed me and hauled me out of the water. I gasped, hacking up water. I looked at my rescuer in amazement. He uttered something in the Sinhala language and began swimming towards the bank of the river. My friends, standing at the river’s edge some distance away, watched like statues.<br />
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I lay in his arms like a child. Finally we reached a spot where he could stand and I got my first good look at my rescuer. He was short, and his legs were spread far apart as he pulled me to the bank. When he laid me on the bank, I got a look at his hands. They were the gnarled, crocodile looking hands I had seen once before through a keyhole in the Residence Hall at J.P. during the ethnic violence.<br />
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END<br />
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<span style="font-size:50%;">(photo: http://www.aepzerobatch.com/hallGallary.html)</span>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-6073555322140764692014-09-27T20:54:00.001+05:302014-09-27T20:54:47.925+05:30Professor E O E Pereira Memorial Lecture - 2014 :: Delivered by S B Weerakoon, Professor in Civil Engineering, Faculty of Engineering University of PeradeniyaClimate Change Impacts on Water Resources - Professor E O E Pereira Memorial Lecture (2014)
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Speaker: S B Weerakoon
Professor in Civil Engineering, Faculty of Engineering University of Peradeniya
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E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-29676481669228857692014-07-26T18:36:00.001+05:302017-03-09T06:20:25.007+05:30Conclusion - Peradeniya eFac canteen story written by late Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Today we conclude "The Canteen Story" written by late Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz. Use the link below to access previously published instalments.</span></span><br />
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</span></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 1: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-canteen-story-by-ef-bartholomeusz.html">Birth of an idea</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 2: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-2-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">Opening moves - research and report</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 3. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/peradeniya-efac-canteen-story-continued.html">The first Canteen Committee (C.C.)</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 4: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-4-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">The Inner Circle</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 5: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/canteen-story-financial-practices.html">Financial practices</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 6: </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 25.200000762939453px;"><a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-6-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">A leap forward - extension in services</a> </span><br />
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<hr />Part 7: Conclusion<br />
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Taking what at first seemed to be no more than a wild idea of young minds from null state to fruition was, to those who shared this mission, an altogether new and exhilarating experience with dimensions that far outstripped profit. It brought home to many of us the surprising invulnerability and 'power over events' bestowed on a brotherhood bonded by mutual trust, confident of its own resourcefulness and above all driven by a common vision.<br />
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To my deep regret my search for the records of these events has proved fruitless leaving me no option but to draw these recollections from a memory misted by age and time.<br />
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If only I could name each member of this selfless band of visionaries who were my companions in this adventure, I would do so now, for it is owed to them that they be neither forgotten nor unsung. It is in their name that I address the present bearers of the torch that these precursors first set alight:<br />
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"Greetings from the past. Go well!"<br />
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END<br />
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<hr />I would like to thank <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/faculty-canteen.html">Mr. Somapala Hewavitharan</a>a, who currently lives in Perth, Australia for sending this historical account written by late <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html">Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz</a> to <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/">eFacMemories blog</a>. <br />
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E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-13230379143661230972014-07-24T19:49:00.001+05:302017-03-09T06:20:52.976+05:30Canteen Story Part 6 : A leap forward - extension in services <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Part 6 of "The Canteen Story" written by late <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html">Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz</a> is published today. Use the link below to access previously published instalments.<br />
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Part 1: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-canteen-story-by-ef-bartholomeusz.html">Birth of an idea</a><br />
Part 2: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-2-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">Opening moves - research and report</a><br />
Part 3. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/peradeniya-efac-canteen-story-continued.html">The first Canteen Committee (C.C.)</a><br />
Part 4: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-4-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">The Inner Circle</a><br />
Part 5: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/canteen-story-financial-practices.html">Financial practices</a><br />
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<hr /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Part 6. A leap forward - extension in services </b></span><br />
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Initial plans were based on the prudent 'last case premise' that revenues were derived from tea profits alone. In practice early escalations in patronage and progressive streamlining of services and the consequential increases in revenue from tea and from sales of cigarettes and food (excluded in planning), combined to generate profits that were significantly in excess of the conservative early estimates. This outcome encouragedthe C.C. with its newfound dynamism to seek new fields for conquest.<br />
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To begin with, immediate steps were taken towards the repayment of the university loan. This was achieved in half the stipulated time! On deeper review it was decided at this point that:<br />
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a. canteen tariffs be held fixed and standards maintained despite the alarming rises in the costs of food and general supplies outside;<br />
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b. the canteen's daily menu be extended to include popular food items like hoppers and stringhoppers with customary accompaniments, as well as favored other savories - this was to make the canteen a popular breakfast center for the non-resident working staff of the faculty;<br />
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c. the canteen become a provider of quality stationary and instruments at the lowest feasible cost, to students of the Faculty who hitherto had, of necessity, to purchase these items from middle-suppliers in the private sector, at substantial expense.<br />
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To the latter end, two members of the C.C. were delegated to conduct supply negotiations with relevant authorities in the Government Paper corporation in Colombo, which was at that time the sole conduit of drawing paper to the private sector. Despite an initial display of reluctance on their part, insistent appeals and elucidations backed by explanations overcame objections and our request was finally conceded with a generous quota allocation authorized from this source direct to the C.C., enabling the latter to provide drawing paper to students of the Faculty at less than half the prevailing price.<br />
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Drawing instruments were a more complex issue. The only sources of drawing instruments up to this time were a few suppliers in the private sector who dealt exclusively with costly instruments of British manufacture. As a first step towards an alleviation of this expense, the chairman of the C.C. addressed diplomatic representatives of countries of recognized repute in the manufacture of scientific instruments soliciting their interest and seeking suggestions as to delivery and cost. The responses to this communication were prompt and encouraging. The particular response from the commercial attache of the Czech embassy was deemed, by consensus in the committee, to be the most promising and favourable. Accordingly, samples of Czech design were requested and duly provided. These were judged to be comparable in both quality and design to those already in vogue and were available at costs substantially below those prevailing. The deal was forthwith sealed at the Czech embassy in Colombo by representatives of the C.C. and orders duly placed and ratified on that occasion.<br />
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The arrival of these instruments at the canteen stores was received with jubilation among our students, and procedures were soon in place for their sale in the canteen (at one set per student) at a price which, despite a modest margin of profit, fell far below those of earlier years.<br />
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These initiatives of the C.C. were crowned with success and brought in revenues that vastly out-stripped our early timid expectations. At this stage the C.C. itself may be said to have progressed from its faltering first steps to a position of confidence and maturity, and the time for setting acceptable criteria for the disbursement of profits had arrived. After due deliberation, it was unanimously agreed that the following targets be set, subject to review in very special circumstances:<br />
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a. 30% of profits be banked in a canteen contingency fund;<br />
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b. 20% be diverted as bonus in savings accounts in the name of members of the canteen staff in recognition of their contribution to this outcome, and that<br />
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c. 50% be reserved for salaries, dues, current running expenses, and for the retention of canteen prices in an environment of sharply rising costs.<br />
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At around this time the C.C. could no longer, in common fairness, afford to ignore the substantial additional load that devolved on the treasurer from these added undertakings. He (Mr Manniyangama) continued, uncomplaining, to discharge his duties in the C.C. with his customary meticulousness and excellence, paying dearly for it in lost evenings and curtailed week-ends. The recognition of these services took the form of a monthly allowance allocated from canteen funds to the office of treasurer. This arrangement was authorized by the Vice Chancellor, who demanded to be assured that these duties were not discharged in 'official time' which, indeed, by their very nature, they were not.<br />
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In further pursuance of its mission, canteen food supplies were extended in both volume and variety and catering services were provided for faculty occasions at all levels. When funds exceeded pre-judged limits, the spill-over was often used for student awards for each year, based exclusively on academic merit.<br />
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As a further measure of service, a cheque/money order/postal order cashing facility was provided by the treasurer to all members of the faculty out of weekly canteen takings which were, by then, large enough to accommodate a scheme of this kind. Needless to say, this initiative was received with high enthusiasm by the whole community. It can be claimed that at this stage the C.C. objectives of 'quality service at low cost' were by and large met.<br />
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To be concluded with next chapter:<br />
<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/conclusion-peradeniya-efac-canteen.html">http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/conclusion-peradeniya-efac-canteen.html</a><br />
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</div>E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-23261782631537523282014-07-23T18:55:00.002+05:302017-03-09T06:32:48.715+05:30Canteen Story - Financial practices Part 5 of "The Canteen Story" written by late Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz is published today. Use the link below to access previously published instalments.<br />
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Part 1: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-canteen-story-by-ef-bartholomeusz.html">Birth of an idea</a><br />
Part 2: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-2-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">Opening moves - research and report</a><br />
Part 3. <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/peradeniya-efac-canteen-story-continued.html">The first Canteen Committee (C.C.)</a><br />
Part 4: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-4-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">The Inner Circle</a><br />
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<hr /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Part 5. Financial practices</span></b><br />
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As a matter of routine, daily sales records of tea and cigarettes and of food items provided by selected private suppliers were maintained by Mr Manniyangama and were used to confirm cash returns at the close of each day. At each weekend these daily accounts and cash collections were submitted to the Chairman for checking and acceptance. In all my years as chairman, I can recall but one instance where a discrepancy of a minor kind surfaced in the course of this exercise, whereat the deficiency was promptly made good by personal contribution. On confirmation of these weekly accounts, the cash collected was approved for depositing in a 'Canteen Account' in the Bank of Ceylon across the river.<br />
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On the last day of each month, all suppliers of canteen foods were given detailed records of their supplies in that month complemented by cash in full settlement of dues and a brief accompanying note of thanks. A few days later a meeting of the full committee was called, at which a comprehensive balance sheet setting out the current financial state of the canteen was tabled and questions of policy and practice arising from it were discussed and ratified for implementation.<br />
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These financial initiatives sewed to provide the C.C. with a capability of surprising sensitivity and flexibility, and furthermore, endowed it with a growing confidence in the use of its regulatory powers.<br />
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Continued:-E-Fac Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07875303094141882942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264651636809122309.post-72750126076192830732014-07-21T20:14:00.002+05:302017-03-09T06:33:10.095+05:30Canteen Story - Part 4: The Inner Circle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 4 of "The Canteen Story" written by late <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html">Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz</a> is published today. Use the link below to access previously published instalments.</span></span><br />
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</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 1: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-canteen-story-by-ef-bartholomeusz.html">Birth of an idea</a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24.639999389648438px;">Part 2: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/part-2-of-canteen-story-written-by-late.html">Opening moves - research and report</a></span></span><br />
Part 3: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/peradeniya-efac-canteen-story-continued.html">The first Canteen Committee (C.C.)</a><br />
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<hr /><span style="font-size: large;">Part 4. The Inner Circle</span><br />
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While matters of broad policy were reserved for the full C.C., the day to day affairs of the committee were controlled by an inner executive of three, comprising the chairman (Professor E.F. Bartholomeusz), the secretary (Mr H. Somapala), and the treasurer (Mr P. Manniyangama) . In enterprises like this the contributions of the treasurer and secretary are pivotal to success. The first committee was singularly fortunate in its choices of the late Mr P. Manniyangama as its treasurer, and <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/faculty-canteen.html">Mr H. Somapala</a> as its secretary who were both to continue in these roles well into the future.<br />
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Mr Manniyangama, with his wide-ranging background in book keeping and accountancy brought a valuable and sorely needed expertise into financial management within the committee. He discharged these duties with despatch, meticulousness, and unflagging zeal, setting standards of performance that were truly noteworthy. He will, no doubt, reappear as my story unfolds.<br />
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<a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/faculty-canteen.html">Mr Somapala</a>, positioned as he was at the very heart of the committee, was its central executive officer and the custodian of its memory. He too served the committee with distinction freely bestowing on it the benefits of his considerable electro-mechanical skills - his ingenious mains-powered push-button substitute for the 'lamp and paper' cigarette lighter of pre-C.C. times was just one example of this.<br />
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Individually it may be said of them, each excelled in his own special way; working together in harmony as they did, they were simply unbeatable.<br />
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The chairman's role in this executive was by and large a supervisory one, invested with the delegated adjudicatory authority of the C.C..<br />
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In special situations assistance whether in work or in views, solicited from the parent committee was readily forthcoming. In such instances the services Dr Milton Amaratunga, Mr W. Dahanayake, and in particular Dr S. Naguleswaran merit special mention.<br />
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</b> Continued: <a href="http://efacmemories.blogspot.com/2014/07/canteen-story-financial-practices.html">Part 5: Financial practices</a><br />
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