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(Excerpted from Simply Nahil, a biography of business leader and philanthropist Nahil Wijesuriya described on the book cover as a “Maverick with the Midas touch)


During the period 1964-1967, in Nahil’s third year at Walkers (as a special apprentice), he firmly believed the Walkers engineering qualification was world-class, with the bonus of working in engineering workshops and going on board ships, which he enjoyed.

This was much-needed exposure for him personally since part of the training was ‘onboard’ ship work which was very interesting. The apprentice used this opportunity to do a little bit of side business –buying cigarettes and scotch from the sailors on board at duty-free prices and selling them outside, which was a regular thing.

During this period, he says, I would see my peers who had concluded their apprenticeship just ahead of me still cycling to their jobs. I thought, “darn this is not going to work for me.” He short-circuited the four-year course, doing it in three years, deciding to further his engineering studies in England.

His thought was, there was no way he was going to be biking it to the office on completion of his apprenticeship even though he owned a Vespa (scooter), a mini, and the Willies Aerolark, which he remembers riding and driving in sequence.

Nahil made his way to the British High Commission, got hold of the Universities Central Council on Admissions (UCCA) books, found 15 addresses, wrote all the addresses down, bought 15 aerogrammes and persuaded the Walkers Secretary to type out the same letter on all and mail them off.

September was an amazing month for Nahil. He mailed the letters, on the 5th and by the 15th he received the first reply saying ‘you appear to be qualified – please send your official application through your High Commissioner in the UK.’ His friend Dayantha’s dad, Mr. Wilmot Liyanage, a very close friend of his father, was the Chief Accountant at Radio Ceylon during the time Livy Wijemanne was Chairman.

Since Mr. Liyanage knew many influential people in the Government, Nahil handed him the letter he had received from the College in the UK. With this letter, he got Nahil’s passage approved, exchange 45/- GBP a month and all the necessary documentation. By September 20, he was in Leicester College, heading for his HND (Higher National Diploma) in Mechanical and Production Engineering studies.

As he recalls his time in the UK, he continues about his maiden voyage to the West. Before he left for the UK, he was sharing a room on a side lane off Bullers Road, Colombo 07, with his buddy, Premalal Gunasekera who captained St. Thomas’ College in cricket, his claim to fame being that under his captaincy they won the Royal-Thomian encounter which was the last time St. Thomas’ won, in a long time.

An annex in the same building was occupied by Ms. Enid Handunge, sister of the Olympic medal-winning boxer, a Trinitian, Leslie Handunge. She treated Premlal and Nahil like her sons. When he dropped in to say goodbye to her before leaving for the airport, being a great fan of Trinity College, Kandy, she was shocked that Nahil was not wearing his college tie. She pulled off the tie he was wearing and insisted he wore the college tie in her possession. He is glad he took her advice.

Bags packed, he confidently set off. He was flying on a BOAC VC10 aircraft. Arriving in London, just as he got to the arrival gate, a gentleman who was welcoming some foreign dignitaries, recognizing the tie came up to him, introduced himself as Jayantha Dhanapala and shook his hand, He was an old Trinitian, working as an Attache at the Ceylon High Commission in London, who later went on to be a high official at the UN. Aunty Enid was right. To date, Jayantha shares this little story with those around, whenever they meet.

Leicester College England

The year was late 1967 — met on arrival at Heathrow by Dayantha Liyanage, Nahil was driven in his Mini on the highway to his family home at 48, Glenhill Close, Finchley. He remembers being overwhelmed at the speed on the highway, which made him earnestly request Dayantha to slow down. He stayed overnight, leaving for Leicester College the next day.

An attack of food poisoning, probably due to something he ate on the flight, made his first night in the UK rather unpleasant. Dayantha’s mother was a wonderful lady, who made a fuss over him, going to the lengths of getting a doctor to the house to attend to him.

Setting aside his stomach issues, he had woken up early the following day and left to Leicester to start his HND in Mechanical and Production Engineering studies. Though he had been requested by the College to apply through the Ceylon High Commission, he had short-circuited the request by going directly to the College. It so happened that the day he arrived at the college was the day registrations were taking place.

The Registrar reviewed his papers and informed him that he should have submitted his application via the High Commission. Nahil then informed the gentleman that the letter he received from the College indicated that he appeared to be qualified, although the originals of the certificates had not been submitted. He presented the certified copies of the originals to the Registrar. Glancing through them the Registrar said: “Welcome! Your student life in the UK has just begun.”

The start of University comprised exhilarating days. As a freshman and foreign student, he was given preference to stay at Glenfield, which was a part of the campus, for one year, after which he lived in a house shared by six students at Loughborough Road. “Life was easy-going, carefree and uncomplicated. As students, we lived it to the fullest. The Beatles were big and so was Elvis. Rock ‘n’ roll was in full swing and the flower power culture was taking over the youth in the West; life was good, the world our oyster,” says Nahil with a look of melancholy that speaks of good times, sad times and great memories.

Two weeks into his stay in Glenfield, he received a letter from

his girlfriend Maya, with the news that she was getting married to a planter, a fellow Trinitian and acquaintance, Leelananda Madawela. “I felt so insulted,” says Nahil. She had also mentioned in her letter that they could be together in their next birth, which made him mad, sad and further insulted. An emotional wreck, he headed to the coffee machine in the students’ hall at Glenfield, poured out a burning hot cup of coffee and tried committing `coffee-side’! His biggest issue was that Lee had won. Such were the rules of the Kandyan dating game.

Nahil was the only foreigner in his class and the lecturer inquired if he could call him John, to which he replied, “Sorry Sir, you call me Nahil or nothing at all,” after which the lecturer questioned him on his ability to speak English, saying, “Your English is not bad for a foreigner. Where did you study it?” Nahil replied, “on the Colombo/London flight., Sir!” With this remark, Nahil fit into the class very well.

While in college Nahil would drive down to London every weekend and spend time with his friends Lakshman Umagiliya and Sunil Perera who shared a fantastic apartment opposite the Royal Lancaster Hotel — 14, Westbourne Street. Number 15 next to it was the Marsh House Hotel. The apartment belonged to Dr. Umagiliya, Lakshman’s father, who had left for Libya on receiving a lucrative offer he couldn’t turn down, handing over the flat to Lakshman.

The flat turned out to be `party central,’ a bachelor hangout and party place every weekend. To encourage more ladies to join the party they put up a poster on the notice board at the nurse’s quarters of St. Mary’s Paddington, which was round the corner of Westbourne Street, inviting the nurses to join the fun. To their amazement, 20 or more nurses made their way to the parties on weekends, with two of them eventually marrying two of his friends!

It was during this period that he invited his mother and younger sister on holiday to the UK, intending to take them around Europe. They flew into Frankfurt where a family friend’s son, Lakshman Jayasekera, was working at the airport. With his help, Nahil bought a VW, a nice old Beetle for the equivalent of 80 GBP in DMs. They travelled from Frankfurt to Vienna, Florence, Rome, Venice and past Lake Como through Switzerland to Paris.

Lake Como in Northern Italy in the Lombardy region is an upscale resort area known for its dramatic scenery, set against the foothills of the Alps. The lake is shaped like an upside down ‘Y’ with three slender tributaries that meet at the resort town of Bellagio. At the bottom of the south west branch lies the city of Como home to Renaissance architecture and a funicular (a vehicle which uses cable traction for movement on steeply-inclined slopes) that travels up to the mountain town of Brunate.

It is said that one should visit Lake Como at least once in their lifetime. Once they got to Paris they were joined by Bridget, Lakshman’s wife, and enjoyed excellent food in Paris since Bridget’s father was a chef at the Paris Hilton. While in Paris they drank no water, only wine. He remembers they had coffee at a cafe on Champs-Elysées surrounded by shops where the cost of a jacket was more than the cost of his VW in which they had travelled a few thousand miles.

En-route he realized that since it was summertime his mom and Kanthi had not seen any snow, therefore he took them to Austia that had a cable car going up into the mountains. Once they got up there they had a blast walking in the snow and messing around. Nahil recalls it was a great holiday, with lots of laughs, photographs and fun memories.

In anticipation of his mother and sister’s visit, he had rented out an apartment in Earl’s Court for the duration of their stay in the UK. After their return from Europe, they spent a few more days sight seeing in and around London, before returning to Sri Lanka. Unfortunately, Mahes (his other sister) had just started at Medical College and couldn’t join them.

Incidentally, he did not pay duty for his VW Beetle since it had German export documents and number plates. He used the car for one year, paid the taxes of GBP 12 and sold it to his classmate, Ken Garner for GBP 80/-. Come the following summer, his father called him brimming with excitement, insisting he wanted to do the same tour around Europe his wife and daughter had done, the previous year. Father and son commenced their tour once again in Germany, this time buying a more expensive VW Variant hatchback, driving the same route as on the previous trip.

While in college Nahil worked at the Ceylon Students Centre and later at Wimpy, a burger fast-food chain, where he worked in the very hot and steamy basement loading the dishwasher and dryer. There was a Sri Lankan female working there, with whom he kept all conversation restricted to Sinhalese and commended her for her ability to speak English; to which she replied, that she must have done some ‘merit’ in a previous life for this ability.

Later, during a visit to the Students Centre, she had heard him speaking to his friends in English. Aghast, with her hands on her hips, she had virtually screamed at him saying, “You are the type my mother warned me about…”

He drove his VW Variant in the UK with the export plates intact. This meant the vehicle was duty free. He says he never paid parking fines. Being lazy he used the windscreen wipers to flick the tickets off the screen. Finally, the parking wardens, by now wise to this little schemes, cello-taped the tickets to the side of his car, which he continued to ignore. His number was not traceable and to prosecute him they would have to trace his number in Germany – something that never happens. Loopholes like this were really abused by him.

There used to be a parking meter close to Selfridges where he worked for a short time. One morning as he parked his car at this meter. on a hunch, he experimented by inserting an engineered paper clip into the parking meter and it worked out brilliantly. The system jammed, awarding him a full day of free parking each working day, throughout his tenure at Selfridges.

Ten years later Maithra Rodrigo and Nahil were passing by a similar meter and as a dare, he tried the trick again: Voila! It worked.

The second VW Nahil bought in Germany was a left-hand drive car. After two years, just as he was about to leave the UK, he knew he would get much more value from the car if he converted it to a right-hand drive, which he did, outside on the street at 168, Holland Park where they lived. This was the modus operandi. He had Sri Lankan friends working at the Swiss Cottage VW dealership. He got a list of parts from them and where there was a left-hand drive option, there was an asterisk that indicated the options of the parts and the date of manufacture.

He got a list of about18 items from pedals, to the gasoline tank with a different shape. Taking the list to a scrapyard, where many cars of this model had been scrapped, he picked up all the bits and pieces for a pittance. The only thing he purchased from the dealer was the dashboard which had the meters. He cut it just under the windscreen lip and did not weld it but pop-riveted it, placed the rubber beading across it and spray painted it to get the same colour.

New parts are normally grey, therefore getting the correct colour was important. He bought a can of aerosol paint, sprayed the new parts, changed the meters by putting miles instead of kilometers, and did a test drive on the motorway because the safety aspect was very important. He drove full speed and tested the brakes and found it to be very steady and ready for sale.

He advertised the car, getting a positive response from an

English guy and a Sri Lankan, who turned up simultaneously to check the vehicle out. Nahil was not too keen to sell it to the Sri Lankan – a minor fault and he would be at Nahil’s doorstep whining. The two buyers starting arguing over who should get the car, till he cut them short telling both that the first to deposit the amount quoted into his account could have the car. The Sri Lankan offered him cash and the Englishman said, “Here’s my cheque. My cheque is as good as his cash.” Nahil tossed a coin, which fortunately the British guy won! It was a Friday and the guy wanted the car for the weekend, but Nahil was willing to hand over car only when the cheque was cashed and the transaction finalized.

His friend Shantha de Silva, who was with him, took him to the Lloyds Bank on Lower Regents Street along with the Englishman who withdrew the amount in cash and paid him. They signed the transfer the bonnet of the car. “As we were about to leave, he tells me the left-side view mirror of the car was missing. I had forgotten to fix it on the left,” says Nahil. He told him that’s the way it was when he got the car, followed by a quick “Sorry, I’ve got to go,” and took off, with Shantha driving him home.

Even as a young student the affirmation of his entrepreneurship and money-making skills was evident. He recounts that this was the time when a large population of Indians arrived in the UK from East Africa due to Idi Amin’s idiosyncrasies. Most of the Indian students in his college had their homes in London. With all his friends based in London, he would drive the 100 miles to London and back every weekend. In response to an advertisement he had placed in the college bulletin, among the many Indian students living on campus, there were three who joined him to London each weekend, paying him one pound per person, per trip.

A gallon of petrol cost 33 pence and this sweet deal, thanks to the Indians, guaranteed him a freebie both ways every weekend. A few weekends into this enterprise, one of them, a smart ass, lamented that one pound per person was far too much. Nahil then challenged the Indian to buy a gallon of petrol, place the can on the highway, sit on it and wish hard that it would magically take him to London. That shut the guy up and he continued his weekend trips to London with Nahil.

Tuula Rippati

One morning, climbing up the stairs with some groceries to Lakshman Umagiliya’s flat, he stopped dead in his tracks dazzled at the sight of a beautiful, busty blonde in a Cossack hat, making her way down. Gobsmacked, he left the groceries on the step to be retrieved later follow her. He just couldn’t get her off his mind. As fate would have it, She was back again a few days later. By now visibly smitten, he followed her to Lancaster Gate station, stood behind her in the queue and bought a ticket to her destination, Euston.

Heading into the same carriage, he sat beside her, striking up a conversation and admitting that he had followed her there to talk to her. In Euston he lazed around until she got back to the station and returned to Lancaster Gate with her, managing to get her name before she went up to the Marsh House Hotel next door.

On inquiring, she had given her name as Petruska, but when he called the hotel, he was informed that there was no one by that name. Determined, he rang again and this time around, described her to the receptionist as a beautiful lass from Finland. What he heard next was music to his ears. “Oh yes, that must be Tuula Rippati.” Excited he called her room, confessing that he was the guy she met on the tube.

Without wasting time on small talk over the phone, he invited her for a coffee. She reluctantly agreed and they had coffee that evening at the Finnish Club in Sussex Gardens. After the coffee, since it was Tuula’s first visit to London, he took her sightseeing to Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus, London Bridge, Westminster and other places of interest around the city in his VW Beetle, ending the evening by taking her dancing to a club in the vicinity. They spent the night together. In his opinion, this was a major romantic conquest for him.

Their romance thrived. A few days later she confessed to him that he was the first non-white person she had ever been around with and by dating Nahil, she was ‘taking romance to a whole new level’. As things got emotionally serious between them, he helped to get her visa extended to stay in the UK as an ‘au pair,’ which allowed her to work at a school in Kent. A short time later they moved in together to 168, Holland Park Avenue in Notting Hill Gate. “Now I hope you are impressed by my chatterbility (sic) skills!”

Tuula, who initially was on vacation in London for two weeks, ended up staying with him for three years. They probably would have got married, he says, if not for his father, who after being introduced to Tuula remarked that culturally it would not work out for them.

During a recent chat with me about Tuula, he said he believed that if he had taken a stand and married Tuula, they probably would have still been together saving all three of his wives from heartache! “Que sera sera.”



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On education and schools

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A representational image. (Courtesy Sri Lanka Foundation)

by Usvatte-aratchi

Two thoughtful short essays on schools and education appeared in The Island newspaper on January 20th and 21st. The first was written by Lokubandara Tillakaratne, and the second by Mahendran Thiruvarangan of the Department of Linguistics and English at the University of Jaffna. Both urged reforms in the systems in Sri Lanka. Thiruvarangan’s essay was more abstract and global in perspective. Tillekartane examined the structure of schools in Sri Lanka.

Thiruvarangan explicitly set out to examine the relationship between ‘school leavers and the job market’; he proceeded to observe this relationship from a global perspective; obiter dicta, he emphasized the value of ‘the humanities and social sciences’ in university education to enable, among other things, students to resist the hegemonies of global capitalism’. Neither of them had any numbers in their essays. Neither referred to the systematic empirical information on these subjects, which is widely available.

I will first deal with Tiruvaragan’s essay. He started with observations about ‘… the global south and its working classes (who) are pushed to experiencing extreme forms of vulnerability’.  That assertion is worth examining in light of developments in the last 30 years or so, especially in this part of the world. We have seen a spectacular rise in living conditions of more than a billion in one short generation in China and India.

A generation before that, a large swath of people in Japan, Korea, Taiwan (China), and Malaysia emerged from poverty and are now among the affluent. Consequently, that part of Asia now contains the second (Japan), third (China) and fourth (India) leading economies in the world and contain about 45% of the world’s population. Indonesia may be hard by their heels. In Africa, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Rwanda and some others have done well during the last 30 years or so.

Those goals were all achieved by joining ‘the globalized labour force for the (mostly) private sector’. The lives of those who rose from poverty have been made less vulnerable as one can see in the changes in the consumption goods baskets of these people. They all have begun to consume more protein.   Sri Lanka was a striking exception that failed to participate in that spate of rapid economic growth during the last 50 years and more. Our entrepreneurs failed to join the world supply chains in the burgeoning production of and trade in electronic goods. An infatuation with the imagined greatness of our past consumed government policies, forgetting that we live in the present and will live in the future; it is sheer vanity to search for lost time.

Thiruvarangan supports the claim for teaching and research in the humanities and the social sciences. This is a part of a larger debate spread among academics and others in most parts of the world. The relationship between universities and the economy and society was rapidly transformed in the latter half of the 19th century. From an institution that the church dominated, universities became partners in innovations in the economy and in the formation of economic and social policies. Germany led the way. In the words of the official historian of Cambridge University, it changed ‘… from a provincial seminary (in 1870) to … (a university) teaching disciplines almost past counting and of high international fame in many of them.’ There were five clusters of great inventions in the second half of the 19th century that transformed people’s lives, wherever, forever.

The first was electricity and the electric motor; the second, the internal combustion engine; the third., petroleum and natural gas and the production of plastics; (In early 20th century, Sir Wiiliam Hardy, who made important contributions in both chemistry and physics, advised young Joseph Needham that the future lay in ‘atoms and molecules, atoms and molecules, my boy’.); the fourth, in entertainment and communications and the last in running water, indoor plumbing and urban sanitation structures. These inventions which contributed to the marked continued rise in living standards worldwide (A few years ago, Prime Minister Modi announced to the General Assembly of the United Nations that his government had built 112 million toilets in his country) did not come from universities but were the output inspired skilled craftsmen.

During the period 1850 to 1900, teaching and research in natural and social sciences became common, in Germany, the US and the UK. In Cambridge, the Natural Sciences Tripos was established in 1851 and the Mechanical Tripos in 1894. The Economics Tripos examination was first held in 1905 with 10 students. Meanwhile, universities came into people’s lives more forcefully.  Across the Atlantic, the Merrill Acts of 1862 and 1864 had started Land Grant Colleges in individual states. John Bascom, President of Wisconsin University, pledged, in1887, that (the university) would contribute to the work of social advancement by encouraging a more organic connection between its activities and community needs.

In 1892 Richard T. Ely (who founded the American Economic Review) started the School of Economics, Political Science and History making the university more of a ‘service station’ for the society it served. Way off in the North Pacific, the Imperial University of Japan was opened in Tokyo in 1887. Over the years, it has been a major institution in Japan’s economic and social development.  These links between the university and the economy and society grew far closer, a hundred years later when universities became incubation chambers for new industries and enterprises. Universities began teaching politics (not simply the Plato-Aristotle variety) and government and business administration. As I remarked in the J. E. Jayasuriya Lecture in 2004, Sarasvati had met Lakshmi in universities. (This year, Professor Panduka Karunanayake of the Faculty of Medicine, Colombo will deliver the lecture on February 14 at the SLFI auditorium.)

That long harangue was to bring home the point that universities, industry, and society have drawn closely together because mathematics, natural sciences, economics, and social studies in universities have become integral to the working and development of modern societies.  That connection is weak in those societies where the structure of the economy still does not need the services usually provided by universities to industry and services in rich countries.  Once the need for school teachers is satisfied (as in Sri Lanka), the demand for university graduates in the humanities will fall and the demand for graduates in science and technology rise, when industries develop. Hence the voluble demand from School Development Officers to be appointed as teachers, in a situation where the student: teacher ratio is as low (good) as 18. Recently, the Arab countries (Arabia, Dubai, Qatar, Kuwait and Bahrain), flush with funds from the sale of plentiful petroleum at monopoly prices, opened some universities, all for science, technology and management. In general, universities have followed changes in economies and societies.

In as much as church and religion were integral parts of the lives of people in medieval societies, science and technology are integral parts of people’s lives in modern societies. One switches off a light and goes to bed at night and gets up to switch on a fan, to begin the day. The modern equivalents of liberal arts are mathematics and science. As economies and societies have changed, the demand for education in the traditional liberal arts has declined. One cannot live in the past.

Tillakaratne dealt with the structure of the school system in the country and found there ‘a neo-caste’ system. This is wholly misleading. I will not deal with ‘International Schools’ because they are neither international nor schools. They are business enterprises that sell educational services to local people with adequate purchasing power.  Children of a few foreigners, temporarily resident in this country, also attend them. The students and teachers are overwhelmingly local, though they prepare students for examinations overseas. However, local schools in many countries prepare students for the International Baccalaureate (IB). In any case, I know little about them.

There are now 10,000 government schools in five categories depending upon the grades they teach and the subject areas they teach. The most numerous (7,200) are primary schools. 2,000 teach up to Grade 11 and the balance up to Grade 12 in the arts and/or science streams.

More than half of all schools enroll less than 200 pupils; 15% less than 50 and another 16% have less than 100. Of all schools, 400 are national schools, teaching 380,000 students. The student/teacher ratio is 15 students in Provincial Schools and 19 students in National Schools. The low student/teacher ratio in provincial schools is accounted for by the large number of small schools there. Nor is there a shortage of Graduate Trained teachers in them. There is a shortage of English, mathematics, science and technology teachers. There is a s shortage of competent English teachers overall. In an analysis of student’s performance in the GCE (O/L) examination, a few years ago, NIE showed that the proportion of students who received pass marks, and above, was 17 percent of all who sat for that paper.  The real disadvantage that children in small schools suffer is that they have narrowly limited options. Small schools in their vicinity are necessary for small children to attend. It is economically infeasible to provide in small schools the multiplicity of options available in large schools. It is a hard nut to crack. Back in the 1940s, the solution was to open boarding schools in rural centres (e.g. Wanduramba, Matugama, Ibbagamuwa, Poramadulla).  With the rapid growth in the school population that proved an unlikely solution. Poor transport facilities in rural areas make a feasible solution many years away.

With that rough sketch of the structure of schools, it is grossly misleading to label it as a ‘neo-caste’.  A caste system, as we know, stratifies society. People belong in castes by ascription; they are born to it and there is no escape up; they can fall. When a Brahmin woman marries a Shudra man, their children are Shudra. That stratification lasts from generation to generation. In contrast, our school system consists of five steps, success at which paves for entry into the next higher.  Does the term neo-caste take away the essential feature of a caste system? Tillakaratne’s contention that among schools there are differences of endowments is perfectly valid. Royal College, Colombo, is endowed differently from Royal College, Polonnaruva, or the Central School in Narammala. This is true of schools in all societies: in China, governed by the Communist Party, and in the US, governed by competing parties. In China, children of workers who migrate to cities must go to rural schools where their hukou is valid. More prosperous city dwellers are entitled to attend city schools superior to rural ones. This is true in the US, as well.  Children of more educated and more wealthy parents live in culturally richer homes and, and no matter what school they attend, they outperform those from culturally poorer homes. Black children, who are the most culturally deprived population, perform worse than any other ethnic group in the US. Among us, so do families in plantations. When the two disadvantages combine, as often, when children from poor homes who go to poorly endowed schools, they suffer a disabling double whammy.

One of the major contributions educational policies made to this society is the rapid advancement of women. There are more girls than boys in government schools. More women than men go to university. More men opt to study engineering and related disciplines. That is a common feature in most societies, except in Eastern Europe (e.g. Hungary). In the civil service, there are more women than men. Women have occupied the highest seats of power in the country. This year, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and the Prime Minister are women- the head of the judiciary and the leader of the governing party in Parliament and of the Cabinet (primus inter pares); and those positions, they occupy, not as close relatives or acolytes of powerful men. The displacement from government in 2024 of a cautery of urban plutocrats some of whose principal sharpened talent was plundering the public purse (degree PPP) was the handiwork of a generation that had been educated in rural government schools. They are expected to change much in our society.

But for the education system chastised by Tillakaratne as a ‘neo-caste system’ millions of young men and women who during the last 75 years and more became university professors and vice-chancellors, civil servants, doctors, lawyers, school teachers and principals, businessmen and other professionals who otherwise would have been stuck in a genuine caste system. The education system is the alchemy that dissolved the rigidities of a caste system, that Tillakaratne mentioned.  The education system is not responsible for the economic stagnation in this society which has limited opportunities for a burgeoning educated population.

Our school system has no features in common with a caste system. There are differences between the quality of schools in rich urban areas and poor rural areas. However, this is a feature in almost all societies. Those differences arise from large inequalities and inequities in the wide society which affect both the quality of schools and the culture in households. It is when access to education and wealth are closed to certain groups that an education system takes on the nature of a caste system. The school system in this country during the last 75 years has been a wide ladder on which, millions climbed onto a platform that remained too narrow to accommodate them. Those crowded out jumped onto platforms overseas.

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Crash of HS 125 G- BCUX at Dunsfold and obstacles at runway end

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Capt. John ‘Cat’s Eyes’ Cunningham CBE DSO DFC AE DL FRAeS

by Capt. G A Fernando
gafplane@sltnet.lk
Former President, Aircraft Owners and Operators Association, Sri Lanka


The HS 125 was designed and built in 1962 as the de Havilland 125 (DH 125) and later by the Hawker Siddeley Company (the same company that built the Avro HS 748 and the HS 121 Trident). It was meant as a replacement for the now aging de Havilland 104, Dove which was an eight-seat twin piston engine ‘feeder’ aircraft.

HS 125- 600B was powered by two small Rolls Royce Viper 601 jet engines, mounted in the rear and capable of much higher altitudes and speeds than the DH Dove aircraft. These were the times of the emergence of light business (executive) jets. The advantage being that the passengers were not governed by Commercial jet flight schedules and were able to jet themselves to International airports, big and small, and have board meetings in the air, while on the move. Engines at the rear gave a much quieter, First Class ride to all the passengers. It had a range of over 1700 miles.

The HS125 Registered G-BCUX was just one year old and was carrying out a demonstration flight from Dunsfold airport, (Surrey), which was built by the Canadian Army and contractors during WWII and was occupied by the Royal Canadian Air Force, (RCAF) operating under the control of the RAF, from 1940 to 1944. It was then acquired after the war by the Hawker Siddeley Company. As a matter of interest, after 2002 the airfield was used for the BBCTV programme, ‘Top Gear’.

On that fateful day, in November 1975, at the controls was Capt. John ‘Cat’s Eyes’ Cunningham CBE DSO DFC AE DL FRAeS, a very experienced pilot who had test flown the DH Mosquito prototype during the war and later Chief Test Pilot for the DH Comet project and the HS 121 Trident programme. The Comet was the first Jet passenger airliner in the world. He was known as ‘Cat’s Eyes’ during WWII, for shooting down 20 German aircraft in the night, using Radar equipment, fixed in his aircraft. When asked by a reporter as to what the secret of his uncanny success was, he couldn’t speak about the ‘top secret’ airborne equipment but attributed it to his good night vision resulting from eating carrots. This is not being totally unscientific, with carrots containing Vitamin A! When Air Ceylon acquired a HS 121 Trident aircraft, in 1969, Capt. Cunningham was in Colombo on a pilot training assignment. Most of Air Ceylon’s original Trident pilots were trained by him in 1969.

The HS 125 had a total of nine persons on board (two pilots and seven passengers). To all intents and purposes, it was expected to be a ’milk run’. On take-off, Capt. Cunningham had the landing lights on, as it was the standard operating procedure (SOP) to scare away the birds. He hadn’t observed any birds, at this moment of time, though. Just as he and his co-pilot started take-off, a Harrier Jet aircraft which was a noisy VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing) aircraft was coming in to land. This disturbed two blarge flocks of Lapwings, not visible in the freshly mown grass, between the runways, and the disturbed birds got airborne. (The birds prefer short grass to long grass.) The aircraft also got airborne, just before the halfway mark of the runway. When the aircraft was between 50ft and 100ft, observers on ground saw the birds hit the aircraft. Some were ingested by the engines as there was a trail of fire from the engines. They saw some birds falling from the sky. The pilots, too, heard the noise of impact, felt the aircraft decelerating and experienced a drop in engine power. Capt. Cunningham moved the throttles forward to full power and the engines didn’t respond. He had no time to troubleshoot. Therefore, he decided to force land the aircraft straight ahead by throttling back, ensuring that the undercarriage (wheels) were down, selecting full flaps and pushing the nose down.

The aircraft touched down on its main wheels, 180 metres from the Runway end, at about 120 Knots (138 mph). The captain started heavy braking as soon as the nose wheel touched the ground. Unfortunately, they couldn’t stop and overran on to the wet grass and a few small hedges and hit a ditch at 285-metre from the runway. This sheared off the three wheels which were providing the braking action and now the aircraft, bounced and slid on its belly, through a larger and thicker hedge bordering the a main road at about 85 knots (98 mph), smashed into a Ford Cortina full of children and stopped 150 metres beyond the road. The fuel tanks were ruptured by some concrete posts by the road side and the car and the aircraft caught fire. Although the Captain hurt his back, all the occupants were able to evacuate safely. There was no Flight Data Recorder fitted and therefore the speeds were estimated.

The official accident investigation was conducted by W D Westlake, Inspector of Accidents, Department Trade, Accident Investigation Board (AIB), UK. The findings were that the Captain’s decision to land straight ahead was correct. Other observations were that there were no major obstacles visible ahead, in the runway overrun area. The deep ditch that the aircraft fell into and the concrete posts by the road, could not be seen. The impact with the Ford Cortina, under the circumstances, was beyond the control of those concerned. The aircraft at the time of impact, had lost its braking devices in the wheels and was sliding on its belly. The investigation also acknowledged that airports have been designed primarily with the safety of aircraft in mind. However measures could have been taken to safeguard the safety of the general public, where main roads run at the end of the runway, by the use of traffic lights, controlled by the Control Tower, to prevent traffic crossing the extended centre line of the runway especially, when twin executive jets with small jet engines are taking off as statistically the chances of a double engine failure were greater.

The Ford Cortina was driven by a wife of another pilot, who was driving five children home from school. The investigator declared that she may have been caught by surprise when the aircraft burst through the hedge. The report also mentions that although the aircraft was sliding on the ground uncontrollably, if the hedge by the road not been there, the runway overrun area would have been clearly visible to the driver and that she may have not been taken by surprise and probably able to brake and stop her vehicle or take evasive action and saved the day.

The theory is that when two moving objects observe each other, closing in, if the relative bearing is the same for the next few seconds then the chances are good that the two objects will collide (meet at a point). If the relative bearing changes they will miss each other. Human mind does it automatically.

There are many airports in the world that have main roads passing by their perimeter. Almost all of them have a fence where the travellers on the road can observe movement of aircraft at the runway end.

During the Eelam war, the Sri Lanka Air Force built a concrete wall at Ratmalana to prevent undesirables from looking in. It is over seven feet tall in some places. (Picture 01). Now that the war is over, there is no need for the wall, which could lead to an unfortunate situation, similar to the one where where an Indian Airlines Airbus A 320 undershot the runway and hit the perimeter wall of the Bangalore (India) Airport and was destroyed and all on board were killed. (See picture).

As far back as five years ago, this was pointed out to the authorities by the writer. A little under two years ago at a Safety Seminar conducted by the Civil Aviation Authority, 24 of the most experienced Light Aircraft Pilots, Airline Pilots, Flight Instructors and Designated Flight Inspectors of the land, wrote to the then Director General of the Civil Aviation Authority of Sri Lanka (DG CAASL), that the Ratmalana concrete wall was an accident waiting to happen and that the situation was totally unsatisfactory and not in keeping with good aviation practices recommended by both the IATA (International Air Transport Association) and ICAO (International Civil Aviation Organisation). What is recommended is a fence where both sides can be seen. Research has shown that there are fences strong enough to snag an aircraft without creating an impact that could destroy the aircraft and kill all passengers.

Statistics suggest that somewhere in the world, there is at least one runway excursion (overrun) by an aircraft every month. The Aviation Industry has to learn lessons from the accidents of the past. The G-BCUX accident shows that accidents could happen to the most respected, experienced and capable pilots. For some unknown reason the ‘Authorities’ in Sri Lanka have not been ‘proactive, predictive and preventive’ as recommended by ICAO.

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The Ceylon Journal, Vol. 1 No. 2:A remarkable production

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Reivew by Prof. Rajiva Wijesinha
Edited by Avisha Mario Seneviratne


When over forty years ago I produced the first volume of the New Lankan Review, which proved popular if controversial, I realised that the real test would be producing a sequel. That was managed after a year, and I continued publication over eight volumes, stopping with a memorial volume for Richard de Zoysa after his death, for by then I had got Channels going, the journal of the English Writers Cooperative. That had more limited scope, for it was about creative writing, whereas NLR had had social criticism too. But by 1990, I felt it was time to move on to other things, and began my intensive work with regard to English Language Teaching.

This preamble is because I have to express my congratulations to Avishka Mario Seneviratne for having so swiftly produced a second number of his Ceylon Journal, ably fulfilling his commitment to make it a bi-annual publication. And once again he has amply justified his commitment to expanding understanding of ‘the very many facets of the history of Sri Lanka’

A couple of writers feature again after their fascinating contributions to the first number. But they deal here with very different subjects, the distinguished historian C. R. de Silva moving from a study of Galle to an account of Dona Catherina, whom the Portuguese hoped would be a puppet sovereign of Kandy, but who instead provided legitimacy to Vimaladharmasuriya, who wrenched the kingdom from Portuguese control.

Avishka himself, having written previously about the enigmatic Ronald Raven Hart, moves to the inspiration for the Journal, Charles Ambrose Lorenz, and has a fascinating account of his work and the contemporaries who helped him along. The glimpses of giants of the last century, such as Christoper Elliott and Richard Morgan, and the Britishers who ran the place including the intellectual Emerson Tennent who sadly supported the excesses of Viscount Torrington during the 1848 rebellion, are richly evocative of those distant days. And happily Avishka illustrates the article with reproductions of Lorenz’s caricatures of his contemporaries.

The volume is dedicated to Fr. S. G. Perera, whose history textbook was a staple in schools for many years. There is a rich account of how he filled the gap when there was no material for the study of local history, even though one of the more enlightened British governors noted the need for schools to take this up. And that article is followed by a helpful bibliography of Fr. Perera’s publications, which include interestingly ‘A Priest’s Letters to a Niece on Love, Courtship and Marriage’.

There are two interesting excursions into the byways of our history. Manohara de Silva, who had written in the previous number, now deals with the ambiguities in the different versions of the 1815 convention, and notes how the British won round the Buddhist clergy by a different version in Sinhala about the primacy of not just Buddhism but the Buddha Sasana, which would include the Sangha. Very different is the account of the Nittaewa, in which Pradeep Jayatunga, looks at two very different early accounts, and concludes that evidence of a human dimension has been crowded out by stress on bestial characteristics.

Fascinating was the account of a now almost forgotten politician, Wijayananda Dahanayake, who was briefly Prime Minister. This was almost by accident since the most senior member of the cabinet, C P de Silva, was away when Bandaranaike was assassinated and Dahanayake had been acting. He had a glorious time, sacking the ministers who had contributed to his elevation, and then setting up a political party which won no seats at all in the election that followed. But he was back in the July election, and then became a Minister in the UNP government of 1965, though he left that party soon after its defeat in 1970.

But he was back again, not in 1977, when he lost as an independent, but shortly thereafter when he had got the victorious candidate for Galle unseated through an election petition which he argued himself. And having then come in as a UNP candidate in the by-election, he was briefly made a Minister by J R Jayewardene, before that long parliament was finally dissolved in 1988.

As with most of the articles in the Journal, the meat of the account of Dahanayake is not in the record of his life in parliament but rather in the personal touches. Some of the anecdotes are well known, such as his donning of a loincloth to protest against state restrictions on dress material, but even more telling is his producing in parliament the jacket of a hospital attendant and telling the Speaker, a renowned philanderer, that he was sure he was quite familiar with this. And perhaps most characteristic of the man was his reply when asked why he travelled in third class in trains, when parliamentarians were given first class tickets, that it was because there was no fourth class.

I have dwelt at length on Dahanayake because I have a soft spot for him. Embedded in my memory is a journey in his car from Kandy when he gave me a lift, after we had both been staying with the Government Agent W J Fernando, and he enriched the journey with a disquisition of the joys of English literature. He was immensely erudite, and the article captures that as well as his entertaining quixoticism.

Then there are two pieces about interesting visitors to this country in the first couple of decades after independence. Malaka Talwatte writes about Taprobane Island, which was rented for many years by the American writer Paul Bowles. Amongst his guests was Peggy Guggenheim, and the article expands on her contribution to enhancing the appreciation of modern art. When I was very young I read about this dimension of the contribution of that extraordinary family to the display of art, but I did not know before that she had spent some time in this country.

The second about visitors is related to this, in that it deals with Donald Friend, who spent several years with Bevis Bawa at Brief. The latter took Friend on a visit to Taprobane Island when Bowles was there, and wrote about the problems Bowles had with the locals. That was the main reason he left the place.

The writer of ‘Friends of Friend’, Srilal Perera, is not described in the note with which the volume begins, giving details of the writers. I have no idea then of his background, but he must be congratulated for a rich account of not only artists such as the architect Ulrik Plesner, but also the controversial planter Mark Bracegirdle whom a Governor had tried to deport in the thirties. The connection is tenuous, for Friend lived in Ceylon in the fifties, but a biographer noted that he moved in the same circles as Bracegirdle in London after he had left Ceylon.

Another cultural activist who did much for the country is commemorated in an article by Michael Meyler, who is described as a language teacher, writer and editor. He writes about Richard Boyle, who died in 2023. Having come out first to Sri Lanka in 1973 to work on the not very successful film ‘The God King’ with Lester James Peries, he was so taken with the country that he was involved in two more films here during the next few years, including with the redoubtable Manik Sandrasagara.

Meyler is most entertaining about the various projects Manik devised which Richard tried to support, but more fulfillingly he met here his future wife Sharmini Chanmugam, and they set up their own video production company. Their work was much appreciated, and they were commissioned to create memorable accounts of the country, though Richard also worked on a series of books which explored elements of our languages and interesting personalities.

I have written at some length about many articles in the second Ceylon Journal, and still not mentioned the keynote piece which records many depictions of Adam’s Peak through the ages, in literature and through sketches. The article, by Donald Stadtner, an American academic, has fabulous illustrations from a 15th century manuscript now in Paris, about which I had known nothing previously. It deserves to be better known, and the writer and the editor must be congratulated for giving it a wider audience.

In addition to the many articles, the journal has a note about the launch of the first number last August, and reproduces the text of the thought-provoking keynote address made by Rohan Pethiyagoda. In tracing the history of rubber cultivation, he touches on social and economic changes which rubber supported, and regrets what he sees as a mindless reaction to colonialism so that ‘We rejected the good values of the West along with the bad: like courtesy, queueing and the idea that corruption is wrong’.

The journal is a remarkable production and, since the second lived up to the first, I am sure the third will appear soon and continue with similar excellence.

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