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A CHEF IN LOVE – Part 37
CONFESSIONS OF A GLOBAL GYPSY
By Dr. Chandana (Chandi) Jayawardena DPhil
President – Chandi J. Associates Inc. Consulting, Canada
Founder & Administrator – Global Hospitality Forum
chandij@sympatico.ca
A Romantic Ushering of 1978
Hotel Ceysands enjoyed a 100% room occupancy on December 31, 1977, and as the Executive Chef and the Food & Beverage Manager of the hotel, it was a very busy day for me. I enjoyed every minute I spent leading my teams to deliver an ambitious 133-item buffet and champagne service for the New Year’s Eve dinner dance. My partner for the dance, the hotel General Manager’s teenage daughter, reminded me a few times, not to be late ushering in the new year, 1978 with her. She seemed anxious to tell me something special by midnight. She was worried that I was still in my chef uniform carving meats for late comer guests at 11:00 pm.
Shani was relieved to see me changed into a suit just before midnight. That was our very first dance. Every time we partnered to dance over the next 16 years at New Year’s Eve dances at different hotels in different countries, we laughed at how nervous we were on that memorable New Year’s Eve dance ushering 1978. Also, it was because her parents watched us like hawks. At midnight we managed to escape from their view to a less visible corner of the dance floor. We then declared our deep love for each other.
Meetings and Partings
The entire management team of the hotel met for all three meals everyday towards the end of each meal service to guests. A table for ten was arranged for us. Seven managers and two or three manager’s wives joined the executive table with Shani. We hardly had any formal management team meetings but used the meal table to talk about urgent matters. It was like one big family. From early 1978, Shani always kept the seat next to her strictly reserved for me.
I worked the whole day from morning till night almost every day during the tourist season. After lunch service, I relaxed a little by going for speedboat rides, playing some tennis, walking on the beach or playing cards with Shani and her mother. That tourist season was memorable in many ways. Towards the end of the season, I was saddened to hear that Shani and her mother would be away for nearly six months from April, 1978. They departed on a European trip visiting family and friends, mainly in England, West Germany and Austria.
During the tourist off season, the hotel occupancy came down drastically. Walkers Tours arranged a familiarising tour in Europe for the General Manager – Captain D. A Wickramasinghe (Wicks) and the Hotel Manager – Alan Silva. They planned to be away for two months. Terrence Hopman (Hoppy) who was the Executive Chef before me, returned after six months of sick leave. Hoppy and I were promoted to Assistant Managers. I continued to manage kitchens, restaurants, bars and stores. Hoppy was in charge of the other operational areas – front office, house-keeping, laundry etc. Soon after that, Hoppy and I were appointed to be Acting General Managers in charge of the hotel for two months.
Two Acting GMs
Those two months were filled with a lot of fun, some new learning experiences and a couple of mistakes as well. Hoppy and I shared one office and we did our inspection tours together. We were a perfect team. At times, I over did some pranks that angered Hoppy. However, I was quickly forgiven and we became friends
again. Those days during the tourist off season with very low occupancy were boring and we had to entertain ourselves somehow.
Captain Wicks was a good delegater. He entrusted Hoppy and I to manage several special projects while he was away. We were given many assignments. Most of our time was spent preparing a detailed salary scale for all jobs, drawing up complete lists of all supplies for the whole year, developing purchasing specifications for all small operating equipment plus coordinating maintenance projects. Having done all that work, I learnt some new skills. Gradually I became confident and convinced that I was now fully prepared to become a hotel manager.
One day, Samaranayake (Sam) took Hoppy and I on a tour of the boats and maintenance areas. He briefed us as to how he intended doing major repairs to the hotel pontoon which had a carrying capacity of 60 passengers. Having spent his entire career in the Navy and recently retired with the rank of Master Chief, Sam was very knowledgeable about such projects. Seven years later when I became the General Manager of the 260-room, 40-acre Habarana Hotel Complex (The Village, The Lodge and Keells Farm), Sam worked on my team as the Maintenance Manager of one of the hotels. Sam was a very loyal team member.
At the end of our tour, we sat on the docked pontoon to enjoy a beautiful sunset. Hoppy reminded me that the hotel had 0% occupancy that evening. “Let’s have a drink on the pontoon”, Sam suggested. I said, “OK. Good idea. I will ask the kitchen to make some devilled beef and spicy chicken wings for our bites.” I have a full bottle of rum and a half bottle of brandy in my apartment. I will ask a room boy to bring those to the pontoon.” Hoppy made a contribution to a boring evening that turned into a “fun-filled” booze party.
So far it was good. Then came the wrong decision when Sam said. “Let’s see who can drink most of the rum and brandy and still stand straight.” The moment Hoppy and I accepted that challenge, Sam threw the tops of the two bottles into a nearby garbage can. Around 10:00 pm we had finished all of the rum and brandy. When we tried to stand up straight both Hoppy and I couldn’t do it. The cool breeze of the Bentota river and the uneven floor of the docked pontoon were not helpful. That evening I learnt two lessons. Never get drunk at your workplace and never accept a challenge to drink from a sailor!
Our next project was a sober and religious act. As the Acting General Managers, Hoppy and I encouraged the employees to build a small but unique Vesak pandal on the river. We built seven floating structures in the shape of lotus flowers with Prince Siddhartha walking on them. During the low season, it was important to keep the employees motivated with exciting projects. This initiative was also well supported by the local residents who were predominantly Buddhists.
An Opportunity at Queens Hotel
In spite of my playful nature, since I was 20 years old, I was very responsible during the number of acting periods as Manager/General Manager at three hotels (Havelock Tourinn, Coral Gardens Hotel and Hotel Ceysands). That experience gave me the confidence needed to aim to be become a Hotel Manager. I was hoping to get a promotion within John Keells group, but there was no opening on the horizon yet.
One day, I saw a large newspaper advertisement for the post of Manager of Queens Hotel, Kandy with a good salary scale between Rs. 1,750 and Rs. 2,250. They also advertised the post of Executive Chef. Queens Hotel in 1978 was managed by the government owned Ceylon Hotels Corporation (CHC). Although leaving John Keells within one year of service to join CHS was not wise, I applied for the post of Manager of Queens Hotel any way. I had two goals for that action. I wanted to get some experience doing a hotel manager interview and to also send a signal to my employer that I was ready for a promotion.
The Queens Hotel situated in the heart of Kandy and parts of the building had a rich history of nearly 200 years. When the Kingdom of Kandy finally fell into the hands of the British invaders in 1815, this famous building was converted into a mansion for the British Governor of Ceylon. In 1840 it had become Stainton Hotel/Hostel and eventually in 1869 had become Queens Hotel. It had a similar history to Mount Lavinia Hotel and a large team of unionized employees similar to Coral Gardens Hotel. I thought that my experience in those two legendary hotels made me a good candidate for the position.
A Strange Interview
Around late October in 1978, I was called for an interview by the owners of Queens Hotel. The interview was held in Colombo at the CHC head office. When I arrived for the interview, I was surprised to see 14 other candidates for the Hotel Manager post had all been called at the same time. Although I did not have very much experience with interviews, common sense told me that it was a mistake, as there was no confidentiality for the candidates. As I knew all of the short-listed candidates, I commenced talking with them.
I was the most junior and youngest person among those 15 candidates. Some of them were many years my senior from the Ceylon Hotel School including a former lecturer of mine, who always resented my pranks and guts. Most of them were hotel managers of properties less prominent than the Queens Hotel. They looked surprised that I was called for an interview and competing with them. I felt that I had no chance in outperforming them but nevertheless, I wanted to go through the interview just for the experience. My plan was to finish the interview and rush back to Hotel Ceysands by mid-afternoon to prepare for the evening barbecue. After waiting two, long hours in the waiting room, I observed that only a handful were called into the boardroom where the interviews were held.
At that point, I went to the secretary who was seated outside the boardroom and in charge of calling the next candidate. When I checked where my name was on the list, I realized that I was number 15. I would be called last! “Miss, I did not budget six hours to wait here for an interview. I must get back to Bentota to work this afternoon. Please remove my application. Good bye!” I told her firmly. She was concerned. “I am very sorry to hear that, please don’t leave. I will call you next.” Immediately she changed the order.
Five minutes later I was called into a smoke-filled boardroom where seven older gentlemen were seated around the board table. I knew of a few of them. They were board members of two organizations – Kandy Hotels Co. Ltd., and CHC. As I was there mainly for the experience and had no chance of competing with all the other mature candidates, I was strangely relaxed and not nervous at all.
After a series of the usual questions about my experience and current duties, the Chairman of the selection board asked me an important question. “What is the salary you have in mind, if you were selected as the Manager of Queens Hotel?” he asked. Without batting an eyelid, I said, “Rs 2,250.” There was total silence among the seven distinguished gentlemen.
After a lengthy pause, the Chairman of the interview panel asked, “Do you realize that what you are seeking is the highest point on the scale?” When I said ‘Yes”, I was asked to justify why I should be paid at the highest level on the salary scale. I had to think quickly to give an intelligent answer with a justifiable rationale.
“I see that you are also looking to recruit an Executive Chef. The average guest stay at Queens is two days and most of the guests are on a full-board or half-board meal plan, I showed that I have done my research. Therefore, Queens Hotel requires only four good rotating menus. If you hire me, you won’t need to recruit an Executive Chef. As the Manager of the hotel, I would be happy to supervise the kitchens. With that the company will save Rs. 1,200”. When I made that remark, there weren’t any more questions from the panel. After a quick round of firm handshakes, I left.

Creative Negotiations
On my way to Bentota I was convinced that I would never hear from that board, as I felt that I had been too arrogant at the interview. A few hours after I had returned to Hotel Ceysands, I received a telegram which read: “Congratulations! You are selected as the Manager of Queens Hotel. Please confirm a date to commence at your earliest.” A couple of days later, I received the contract letter confirming my salary of Rs. 2,000. That was an excellent salary in 1978. I was only 24 years old and ready to negotiate with John Keells Group.
That evening I broke the news to Captain Wicks. He was shocked and said, “That’s a very good job, but we cannot let you go.” I smiled and replied, “Captain, I will stay if you can match the position and the salary.” Next day early in the morning he left for John Keells head office and came back in the evening with an offer. John Keells had decided to promote me to the Manager of Hotel Swanee with a salary of Rs. 2,000 within the next three months. There was one condition – until a successor was recruited, I would overlook the Hotel Ceysands kitchens until the end of the tourist season on 31st March, 1979, while managing Hotel Swanee. Of course, I agreed. I liked the challenge of doing two jobs concurrently, something I eventually did for most parts of my long career in hospitality.
A Proposal for the Future
When Shani returned from her European tour, I was surprised that she had learnt to speak German and did her first job when in London. She was pleased that I had decided to be the Manager of nearby Hotel Swanee instead of Queens Hotel in Kandy. In spite of a busy six months, we spent without seeing each other, we felt that our souls have gotten closer than ever before. We decided to take our love affair to the next level.
With some courage I approached my boss, Captain Wicks and asked for his daughter’s hand in marriage. He was speechless for a few minutes, and then said, “Chandana, Shani just turned 18, and is too young to get married. She is our only child. I need to consult my wife.” After some further negotiations we agreed that Shani and I will get engaged in 1979 and marry in early 1980 when Shani is 19 years old.
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Trump’s Interregnum
Trump is full of surprises; he is both leader and entertainer. Nearly nine hours into a long flight, a journey that had to U-turn over technical issues and embark on a new flight, Trump came straight to the Davos stage and spoke for nearly two hours without a sip of water. What he spoke about in Davos is another issue, but the way he stands and talks is unique in this 79-year-old man who is defining the world for the worse. Now Trump comes up with the Board of Peace, a ticket to membership that demands a one-billion-dollar entrance fee for permanent participation. It works, for how long nobody knows, but as long as Trump is there it might. Look at how many Muslim-majority and wealthy countries accepted: Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Egypt, Jordan, Qatar, Pakistan, Indonesia, and the United Arab Emirates are ready to be on board. Around 25–30 countries reportedly have already expressed the willingness to join.
The most interesting question, and one rarely asked by those who speak about Donald J. Trump, is how much he has earned during the first year of his second term. Liberal Democrats, authoritarian socialists, non-aligned misled-path walkers hail and hate him, but few look at the financial outcome of his politics. His wealth has increased by about three billion dollars, largely due to the crypto economy, which is why he pardoned the founder of Binance, the China-born Changpeng Zhao. “To be rich like hell,” is what Trump wanted. To fault line liberal democracy, Trump is the perfect example. What Trump is doing — dismantling the old façade of liberal democracy at the very moment it can no longer survive — is, in a way, a greater contribution to the West. But I still respect the West, because the West still has a handful of genuine scholars who do not dare to look in the mirror and accept the havoc their leaders created in the name of humanity.
Democracy in the Arab world was dismantled by the West. You may be surprised, but that is the fact. Elizabeth Thompson of American University, in her book How the West Stole Democracy from the Arabs, meticulously details how democracy was stolen from the Arabs. “No ruler, no matter how exalted, stood above the will of the nation,” she quotes Arab constitutional writing, adding that “the people are the source of all authority.” These are not the words of European revolutionaries, nor of post-war liberal philosophers; they were spoken, written and enacted in Syria in 1919–1920 by Arab parliamentarians, Islamic reformers and constitutionalists who believed democracy to be a universal right, not a Western possession. Members of the Syrian Arab Congress in Damascus, the elected assembly that drafted a democratic constitution declaring popular sovereignty — were dissolved by French colonial forces. That was the past; now, with the Board of Peace, the old remnants return in a new form.
Trump got one thing very clear among many others: Western liberal ideology is nothing but sophisticated doublespeak dressed in various forms. They go to West Asia, which they named the Middle East, and bomb Arabs; then they go to Myanmar and other places to protect Muslims from Buddhists. They go to Africa to “contribute” to livelihoods, while generations of people were ripped from their homeland, taken as slaves and sold.
How can Gramsci, whose 135th birth anniversary fell this week on 22 January, help us escape the present social-political quagmire? Gramsci was writing in prison under Mussolini’s fascist regime. He produced a body of work that is neither a manifesto nor a programme, but a theory of power that understands domination not only as coercion but as culture, civil society and the way people perceive their world. In the Prison Notebooks he wrote, “The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old world is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid phenomena appear.” This is not a metaphor. Gramsci was identifying the structural limbo that occurs when foundational certainties collapse but no viable alternative has yet emerged.
The relevance of this insight today cannot be overstated. We are living through overlapping crises: environmental collapse, fragmentation of political consensus, erosion of trust in institutions, the acceleration of automation and algorithmic governance that replaces judgment with calculation, and the rise of leaders who treat geopolitics as purely transactional. Slavoj Žižek, in his column last year, reminded us that the crisis is not temporary. The assumption that history’s forward momentum will automatically yield a better future is a dangerous delusion. Instead, the present is a battlefield where what we thought would be the new may itself contain the seeds of degeneration. Trump’s Board of Peace, with its one-billion-dollar gatekeeping model, embodies this condition: it claims to address global violence yet operates on transactional logic, prioritizing wealth over justice and promising reconstruction without clear mechanisms of accountability or inclusion beyond those with money.
Gramsci’s critique helps us see this for what it is: not a corrective to global disorder, but a reenactment of elite domination under a new mechanism. Gramsci did not believe domination could be maintained by force alone; he argued that in advanced societies power rests on gaining “the consent and the active participation of the great masses,” and that domination is sustained by “the intellectual and moral leadership” that turns the ruling class’s values into common sense. It is not coercion alone that sustains capitalism, but ideological consensus embedded in everyday institutions — family, education, media — that make the existing order appear normal and inevitable. Trump’s Board of Peace plays directly into this mode: styled as a peace-building institution, it gains legitimacy through performance and symbolic endorsement by diverse member states, while the deeper structures of inequality and global power imbalance remain untouched.
Worse, the Board’s structure, with contributions determining permanence, mimics the logic of a marketplace for geopolitical influence. It turns peace into a commodity, something to be purchased rather than fought for through sustained collective action addressing the root causes of conflict. But this is exactly what today’s democracies are doing behind the scenes while preaching rules-based order on the stage. In Gramsci’s terms, this is transformismo — the absorption of dissent into frameworks that neutralize radical content and preserve the status quo under new branding.
If we are to extract a path out of this impasse, we must recognize that the current quagmire is more than political theatre or the result of a flawed leader. It arises from a deeper collapse of hegemonic frameworks that once allowed societies to function with coherence. The old liberal order, with its faith in institutions and incremental reform, has lost its capacity to command loyalty. The new order struggling to be born has not yet articulated a compelling vision that unifies disparate struggles — ecological, economic, racial, cultural — into a coherent project of emancipation rather than fragmentation.
To confront Trump’s phenomenon as a portal — as Žižek suggests, a threshold through which history may either proceed to annihilation or re-emerge in a radically different form — is to grasp Gramsci’s insistence that politics is a struggle for meaning and direction, not merely for offices or policies. A Gramscian approach would not waste energy on denunciation alone; it would engage in building counter-hegemony — alternative institutions, discourses, and practices that lay the groundwork for new popular consent. It would link ecological justice to economic democracy, it would affirm the agency of ordinary people rather than treating them as passive subjects, and it would reject the commodification of peace.
Gramsci’s maxim “pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will” captures this attitude precisely: clear-eyed recognition of how deep and persistent the crisis is, coupled with an unflinching commitment to action. In an age where AI and algorithmic governance threaten to redefine humanity’s relation to decision-making, where legitimacy is increasingly measured by currency flows rather than human welfare, Gramsci offers not a simple answer but a framework to understand why the old certainties have crumbled and how the new might still be forged through collective effort. The problem is not the lack of theory or insight; it is the absence of a political subject capable of turning analysis into a sustained force for transformation. Without a new form of organized will, the interregnum will continue, and the world will remain trapped between the decay of the old and the absence of the new.
by Nilantha Ilangamuwa ✍️
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India, middle powers and the emerging global order
Designed by the victors and led by the US, its institutions — from the United Nations system to Bretton Woods — were shaped to preserve western strategic and economic primacy. Yet despite their self-serving elements, these arrangements helped maintain a degree of global stability, predictability and prosperity for nearly eight decades. That order is now under strain.
This was evident even at Davos, where US President Donald Trump — despite deep differences with most western allies — framed western power and prosperity as the product of a shared and “very special” culture, which he argued must be defended and strengthened. The emphasis on cultural inheritance, rather than shared rules or institutions, underscored how far the language of the old order has shifted.
As China’s rise accelerates and Russia grows more assertive, the US appears increasingly sceptical of the very system it once championed. Convinced that multilateral institutions constrain American freedom of action, and that allies have grown complacent under the security umbrella, Washington has begun to prioritise disruption over adaptation — seeking to reassert supremacy before its relative advantage diminishes further.
What remains unclear is what vision, if any, the US has for a successor order. Beyond a narrowly transactional pursuit of advantage, there is little articulation of a coherent alternative framework capable of delivering stability in a multipolar world.
The emerging great powers have not yet filled this void. India and China, despite their growing global weight and civilisational depth, have largely responded tactically to the erosion of the old order rather than advancing a compelling new one. Much of their diplomacy has focused on navigating uncertainty, rather than shaping the terms of a future settlement. Traditional middle powers — Japan, Germany, Australia, Canada and others — have also tended to react rather than lead. Even legacy great powers such as the United Kingdom and France, though still relevant, appear constrained by alliance dependencies and domestic pressures.
st Asia, countries such as Saudi Arabia and the UAE have begun to pursue more autonomous foreign policies, redefining their regional and global roles. The broader pattern is unmistakable. The international system is drifting toward fragmentation and narrow transactionalism, with diminishing regard for shared norms or institutional restraint.
Recent precedents in global diplomacy suggest a future in which arrangements are episodic and power-driven. Long before Thucydides articulated this logic in western political thought, the Mahabharata warned that in an era of rupture, “the strong devour the weak like fish in water” unless a higher order is maintained. Absent such an order, the result is a world closer to Mad Max than to any sustainable model of global governance.
It is precisely this danger that Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney alluded to in his speech at Davos on Wednesday. Warning that “if great powers abandon even the pretense of rules and values for the unhindered pursuit of their power and interests, the gains from transactionalism will become harder to replicate,” Carney articulated a concern shared by many middle powers. His remarks underscored a simple truth: Unrestrained power politics ultimately undermine even those who believe they benefit from them.
Carney’s intervention also highlights a larger opportunity. The next phase of the global order is unlikely to be shaped by a single hegemon. Instead, it will require a coalition — particularly of middle powers — that have a shared interest in stability, openness and predictability, and the credibility to engage across ideological and geopolitical divides. For many middle powers, the question now is not whether the old order is fraying, but who has the credibility and reach to help shape what comes next.
This is where India’s role becomes pivotal. India today is no longer merely a balancing power. It is increasingly recognised as a great power in its own right, with strong relations across Europe, the Indo-Pacific, West Asia, Africa and Latin America, and a demonstrated ability to mobilise the Global South. While India’s relationship with Canada has experienced periodic strains, there is now space for recalibration within a broader convergence among middle powers concerned about the direction of the international system.
One available platform is India’s current chairmanship of BRICS — if approached with care. While often viewed through the prism of great-power rivalry, BRICS also brings together diverse emerging and middle powers with a shared interest in reforming, rather than dismantling, global governance. Used judiciously, it could complement existing institutions by helping articulate principles for a more inclusive and functional order.
More broadly, India is uniquely placed to convene an initial core group of like-minded States — middle powers, and possibly some open-minded great powers — to begin a serious conversation about what a new global order should look like. This would not be an exercise in bloc-building or institutional replacement, but an effort to restore legitimacy, balance and purpose to international cooperation. Such an endeavour will require political confidence and the willingness to step into uncharted territory. History suggests that moments of transition reward those prepared to invest early in ideas and institutions, rather than merely adapt to outcomes shaped by others.
The challenge today is not to replicate Bretton Woods or San Francisco, but to reimagine their spirit for a multipolar age — one in which power is diffused, interdependence unavoidable, and legitimacy indispensable. In a world drifting toward fragmentation, India has the credibility, relationships and confidence to help anchor that effort — if it chooses to lead.
(The Hindustan Times)
(Milinda Moragoda is a former Cabinet Minister and diplomat from Sri Lanka and founder of the Pathfinder Foundation, a strategic affairs think tank. this article can read on
https://shorturl.at/HV2Kr and please contact via email@milinda.org)
by Milinda Moragoda ✍️
For many middle powers, the question now is not whether the old order is fraying,
but who has the credibility and reach to help shape what comes next
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The Wilwatte (Mirigama) train crash of 1964 as I recall
Back in 1964, I was working as DMO at Mirigama Government Hospital when a major derailment of the Talaimannar/Colombo train occurred at the railway crossing in Wilwatte, near the DMO’s quarters. The first major derailment, according to records, took place in Katukurunda on March 12, 1928, when there was a head-on collision between two fast-moving trains near Katukurunda, resulting in the deaths of 28 people.
Please permit me to provide details concerning the regrettable single train derailment involving the Talaimannar Colombo train, which occurred in October 1964 at the Wilwatte railway crossing in Mirigama.
This is the first time I’m openly sharing what happened on that heartbreaking morning, as I share the story of the doctor who cared for all the victims. The Health Minister, the Health Department, and our community truly valued my efforts.
By that time, I had qualified with the Primary FRCS and gained valuable surgical experience as a registrar at the General Hospital in Colombo. I was hopeful to move to the UK to pursue the final FRCS degree and further training. Sadly, all scholarships were halted by Hon. Felix Dias Bandaranaike, the finance minister in the Bandaranaike government in 1961.
Consequently, I was transferred to Mirigama as the District Medical Officer in 1964. While training as an emerging surgeon without completing the final fellowship in the United Kingdom, I established an operating theatre in one of the hospital’s large rooms. A colleague at the Central Medical Stores in Maradana assisted me in acquiring all necessary equipment for the operating theatre, unofficially. Subsequently, I commenced performing minor surgeries under spinal anaesthesia and local anaesthesia. Fortunately, I was privileged to have a theatre-trained nursing sister and an attendant trainee at the General Hospital in Colombo.
Therefore, I was prepared to respond to any accidental injuries. I possessed a substantial stock of plaster of Paris rolls for treating fractures, and all suture material for cuts.
I was thoroughly prepared for any surgical mishaps, enabling me to manage even the most significant accidental incidents.
On Saturday, October 17, 1964, the day of the train derailment at the railway crossing at Wilwatte, Mirigama, along the Main railway line near Mirigama, my house officer, Janzse, called me at my quarters and said, “Sir, please come promptly; numerous casualties have been admitted to the hospital following the derailment.”
I asked him whether it was an April Fool’s stunt. He said, ” No, Sir, quite seriously.
I promptly proceeded to the hospital and directly accessed the operating theatre, preparing to attend to the casualties.
Meanwhile, I received a call from the site informing me that a girl was trapped on a railway wagon wheel and may require amputation of her limb to mobilise her at the location along the railway line where she was entrapped.
My theatre staff transported the surgical equipment to the site. The girl was still breathing and was in shock. A saline infusion was administered, and under local anaesthesia, I successfully performed the limb amputation and transported her to the hospital with my staff.
On inquiring, she was an apothecary student going to Colombo for the final examination to qualify as an apothecary.
Although records indicate that over forty passengers perished immediately, I recollect that the number was 26.
Over a hundred casualties, and potentially a greater number, necessitate suturing of deep lacerations, stabilisation of fractures, application of plaster, and other associated medical interventions.
No patient was transferred to Colombo for treatment. All casualties received care at this base hospital.
All the daily newspapers and other mass media commended the staff team for their commendable work and the attentive care provided to all casualties, satisfying their needs.
The following morning, the Honourable Minister of Health, Mr M. D. H. Jayawardena, and the Director of Health Services, accompanied by his staff, arrived at the hospital.
I did the rounds with the official team, bed by bed, explaining their injuries to the minister and director.
Casualties expressed their commendation to the hospital staff for the care they received.
The Honourable Minister engaged me privately at the conclusion of the rounds. He stated, “Doctor, you have been instrumental in our success, and the public is exceedingly appreciative, with no criticism. As a token of gratitude, may I inquire how I may assist you in return?”
I got the chance to tell him that I am waiting for a scholarship to proceed to the UK for my Fellowship and further training.
Within one month, the government granted me a scholarship to undertake my fellowship in the United Kingdom, and I subsequently travelled to the UK in 1965.
On the third day following the incident, Mr Don Rampala, the General Manager of Railways, accompanied by his deputy, Mr Raja Gopal, visited the hospital. A conference was held at which Mr Gopal explained and demonstrated the circumstances of the derailment using empty matchboxes.
He explained that an empty wagon was situated amid the passenger compartments. At the curve along the railway line at Wilwatte, the engine driver applied the brakes to decelerate, as Mirigama Railway Station was only a quarter of a mile distant.
The vacant wagon was lifted and transported through the air. All passenger compartments behind the wagon derailed, whereas the engine and the frontcompartments proceeded towards the station without the engine driver noticing the mishap.
After this major accident, I was privileged to be invited by the General Manager of the railways for official functions until I left Mirigama.
The press revealed my identity as the “Wilwatte Hero”.
This document presents my account of the Wilwatte historic train derailment, as I distinctly recall it.
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