Life and times of Dr. Nissanka Wijeyeratne
The first death anniversary of Deshamanya Dr.
Nissanka Parakrama Wijeyeratne falls today:
Prof. Carlo FONSEKA
It was common knowledge that my contemporary in the Colombo Medical
School, future psychiatrist Cuda Wijeyeratne, son of Sir E.A.P.
Wijeyeratne (former cabinet minister and later ambassador), had two
formidable elder brothers.
One was Tissa, the irrepressible Communist.
The other was the resourceful, high flying, nationalistic Nissanka.
Born on 14 June 1924, Nissanka became a civil servant in 1954, a Cabinet
Minister in 1978 and an ambassador in 1990. He died on January 7, 2007.
Close Friendship
It was in February 1988 that I got to know Dr. Nissanka Wijeyeratne
personally. On February 16, 1988, a member of the Janatha Vimukthi
Peramuna called Lionel Ranasinghe, repeatedly pulled the trigger of the
gun from which came the five shots that killed Vijaya Kumaratunga on the
spot.
Vijaya was a nephew of mine and because we were close allies in the
Left Movement in this country at that time, there was reason to believe
that I was myself a marked man of the old JVP. Dr. NW was the Minister
of Justice in the UNP government of the time of which I was a vitriolic
and relentless critic.
That, however, did not prevent Dr. NW from paying me an unexpected,
unsolicited midnight visit and offering sympathy and protection from the
JVP. Ever after we became close friends.
His midnight visit and all the rest of it had to do with my son’s
friendship with his school buddy Lankesh. As it happened, Nagarjuna
Lankeshwara Wijeyeratne, the lawyer, was the youngest son of the five
children of Nissanka and Nita Wijeyeratne.
(The others, namely, former Diyawadana Nilame, Neranjan; current
cabinet minister Manodha, entrepreneur and provincial politician
Anuradha and the one and only personable and favourite daughter
Nishangani, I got to know in due course.)
Lankesh
It was Lankesh that I was most fond of among all the Wijeyeratnes.
One of the tragedies of my life occurred when Lankesh suddenly died at
the age of 36 in 2002.
The year before he died for some reason that defies Reason (mine at
any rate) Lankesh resolved to celebrate his father’s 77th birthday
publicly and grandly.
His intention was to give Nissanka a stunning surprise. As a virtual
member of their family, I was recruited as a fellow conspirator and we
hatched the plot which went according to plan.
For the occasion Lankesh had collected into one handsome volume
titled Appey Appachchi some 130 of the poems written from time to time
by the Nissanka Wijeyeratne and published in newspapers under the
initials “NW”. They dealt with about almost everything under the sun.
Birthday Celebration
At the surprise birthday celebration NW said: “A person’s 77th
birthday is not something to make a song and dance about.
My children have conspired to celebrate it in this grand way because
they doubtless believe that I will not live to see my 80th birthday. You
just wait and see.
I will prove them wrong”. Alas, as it turned out, it was Lankesh who
did not live to see his father’s 80th birthday.
Lankesh’s death also seemed to kill Nissanka’s will to live. He never
recovered from that cruel blow of fate. His 80th birthday came and went
in 2004.
He vetoed any manner of celebration. I think it was his deep
understanding of Buddhism that enabled him to regain something of his
mental equipoise. I have just read over again the birthday eulogy I
wrote for him in 2001 at the request of Lankesh.
It was published in The Sunday Island of June 17, 2001. Nissanka was
very pleased with what I wrote about him on that occasion. Nor can I
improve it at this point so I will repeat in this belated obituary,
excerpts from the birthday eulogy I wrote.
“All those who have had the privilege of knowing Dr. Wijeyeratne will
confirm that he is a most amiable, warm, generous, erudite and caring
man of worldly sophistication.
He specialized in history at university and has never stopped
learning it. I immensely enjoy his company because he is such a
vivacious and amusing talker. Suddenly during a conversation, when his
bright eyes begin to twinkle mischievously, a flash of delicious with
predictably follows.
During conversation whenever historical topics surface Dr.
Wijeyaratne will always supply an obscure albeit illuminating fact to
elucidate matters.
It was from him that I learn that the oratorical skills of
Demosthenes, the greatest orator in ancient Athens could not save the
city state and that he finally poisoned himself.
So much for the power of oratory! After learning that from him I gave
up the practice of rehearsing my speeches in front of a mirror.
His interest in men and matters is impersonal, objective and
scholarly. His knowledge is extensive and in some arrears profound.
A few years ago he gifted me with a book bearing the title “Life of
Micropsycoanalysis”. The book still lies unread on my bedside table. I
dare not read it.
Dr. NW is also profoundly interested in religious philosophy. He was
Diyawadana Nilame from 1975 to 1985, the highest lay office a Buddhist
can attain.
Immersed deeply in the Buddhist tradition and ethos, Dr. NW seems to
regard the major religions of humanity as valid, culturally conditioned
responses to a mysterious transcendent reality.
He can expatiate with equal insight and ease on the Hindu belief that
temporal existence is beginningless and endless; on the Buddhist belief
that there is no eternal Atman or soul; and on the Jewish, Christian and
Muslim belief that the universe began through the creative fiat of a God
Almighty.
More than once have I urged Dr. NW to write a book on his
interpretation of religion. He hasn’t done it so far.
Pundit Jawarharlal Nehru says in the preface to his “Glimpses of
World History” that a busy life full of political activity had prevented
him from writing the book which had already taken shape in his mind.
Only a spell in prison gave him the chance to put pen to paper.
Perhaps Dr. NW should be sent to prison for the crime of not writing
a book on religion. He may then actually write it.
He is a brilliant versifier as if to the manner born. At the drop of
a hat he can produce an apt verse to capture the essence of any
character or situation... Because this is a birthday eulogy, it is not
necessary to record here all the multifarious services Deshamanya
Nissanka Parakrama Wijeyeratne has rendered to our country and our
people. Given his cosmic overview, his sense of history and his lucid
English style no one is better equipped to document the life and times
of Dr. Nissanka Wijeyeratne than Nissanka Wijeyeratne himself.”
One year after he passed away, it has to be reported that he never
committed to paper the masses of historical material which was packed in
his fertile brain.
Perhaps it does not matter after all. Having plumbed the depths of
meaning of existence Nissanka seemed to have realised, especially after
the premature death of his loving son Lankesh that the truth is dukkha
and the rest is vanity.
At this point what comes to my mind is Thackeray’s verse:
Oh Vanity of Vanities
How wayward the decrees of fate are;
How very weak the very wise
How very small the very great are |