ස්පිට්ල් ඔබ සිටියා නම්….. Spittle Oba Sitiyaa Nam….

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සුදු මැණිකේ ළඟ.....
ස්පිට්ල් ඔබ සිටියා නම්….. Spittle Oba Sitiyaa Nam….

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    මං මේ කවියේ පසුබිම ගැන දන්නෙ නෑ රසික අයියෙ
    දැන්ගෙන හිටියනම් මීටත් වඩා හොඳට රසවිඳින්න තිබ්බා

    මොනා උනත් හරවත් නිර්මාණයක් වෙන්න ඕනෙ:)
     

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    සුදු මැණිකේ ළඟ.....
    මං මේ කවියේ පසුබිම ගැන දන්නෙ නෑ රසික අයියෙ
    දැන්ගෙන හිටියනම් මීටත් වඩා හොඳට රසවිඳින්න තිබ්බා

    මොනා උනත් හරවත් නිර්මාණයක් වෙන්න ඕනෙ:)

    Me kaviya terum ganna nam spitl ge charitapadane kiyawala tiyenna oni malli..puluwannam hoyagena balanna. Honda potak…stuti oyata….
     

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    ane matath kiyawanna one...... please ayyie dannawanam thiyana thenak kiyanna,mokadda pothe nama kiyalawath.... niramanya nam sarthakai eekane mata me potha kiyawanna asa hithune
     

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    අර්ථවත් නිර්මාණයක් අයියේ
    මට මතක විදිහට ‍ඩොක්ට ස්පිට්ල් එතුමගේ අවසන් කටයුතු කරන්න කිව්වෙත් වැදිජනතාවගේ චාරිත්‍ර අනුව...ඒ තරමට එතුමා ඔවුන්ට සමීප මිතුරෙක්,නෑදෑයෙක් ලෙසට ජීවත් වුණේ...
     

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    Originally Posted by dulhari
    ane matath kiyawanna one...... please ayyie dannawanam thiyana thenak kiyanna,mokadda pothe nama kiyalawath.... niramanya nam sarthakai eekane mata me potha kiyawanna asa hithune

    Originally Posted by Zeus
    මං මේ කවියේ පසුබිම ගැන දන්නෙ නෑ රසික අයියෙ
    දැන්ගෙන හිටියනම් මීටත් වඩා හොඳට රසවිඳින්න තිබ්බා

    ර‍සි‍ක ස‍හෝ‍ද‍ර‍යා‍.... හ‍රි‍ත‍ව‍ර්ණ බි‍ම්‍ පෙ‍දෙ‍ස්‍ කො‍න්‍ක්‍රී‍ට්‍ ව‍නා‍න්‍ත‍ර‍ බ‍ව‍ට‍ පෙ‍ර‍ලු‍..ග‍හ‍ කො‍ල‍ට‍ ආ‍ද‍ර‍ය‍ නො‍ද‍ක්‍ව‍න‍ මි‍නි‍සු‍න්ගෙ‍න්‍ පි‍රි‍ නු‍ත‍න ස‍මා‍ජ‍ය‍ නො‍දැ‍කී‍ම‍ට ස්‍පි‍ට‍ල්‍ ම‍හ‍තා‍ ජි‍ව‍තු‍න්‍ අ‍ත‍ර‍ නො‍සි‍ටී‍ම එ‍ක්‍ අ‍ත‍ක‍ට‍ අ‍පට ස‍හ‍න‍ය‍ක්‍..හි‍ටි‍යා‍න‍ම්‍ ඒ‍ ම‍හ‍ත්‍තයා‍ කො‍ච්‍ච‍ර‍ න‍ම්‍ අ‍ස‍ර‍න‍ ත‍ත්‍ව‍ය‍ක‍ට‍ ප‍ත්වේ‍වි‍ද‍..

    ඔ‍බ‍ගේ‍ නි‍ර්මා‍න‍ය මා‍ ඉ‍තා‍ අ‍ගේ‍ කො‍ට‍ ස‍ල‍ක‍මි‍......

    ස්‍පි‍ට‍ල්‍ ම‍හ‍තා‍ ගැ‍න උ‍න‍න්‍දු‍වක්‍ ඇ‍ති‍ හැ‍මෝ‍‍ම‍ වෙ‍නු‍වෙ‍න්‍ ඔ‍හු‍ගේ‍ ච‍රි‍තා‍පදා‍නයෙ‍න්‍ බි‍ඳක්‍ මෙ‍සේ‍ අ‍මු‍න‍මි‍.......

    R. L. Spittle: Master writer of the wilds

    R. L. Spittle was born on 9th December 1880. He had to have his primary education with poverty stricken children in parched, remote areas such as Hambantota, Puttalam and later in Kurunegala where his father who was a medical practitioner was stationed.
    He accomplished his secondary education at Royal College, Colombo and entered the Ceylon Medical College and passed as an LMS at the age of 24. In 1905 he left for England for his post graduate studies at the Middlesex Hospital and subsequently at Kings. In 1909 he passed LRCP MRCP and the prestigious FRCS England Examination in the following year.
    On his return to Sri Lanka he was appointed third surgeon of the general hospital Colombo where he had served one year prior to his departure for overseas studies. His innovations are recorded in the history of Medical Science in the country.
    It is said that his methods revolutionized the treatment of ulcers. The ulcer ward of the general hospital was under him.
    As a lecturer he rendered a great service for the Medical College. For that matter he wrote three books on surgery. 'Surgical Ward Work', 'Essential on Surgery' and 'Framboesia Tropic'. For the reputed British Medical Journal he wrote monography on yaws. For his service to medicine he was awarded first CBE (Commander of British Empire).
    The Epithet 'Surgeon in Wilderness' was conferred on him by his greatest works of healing in the impenetrable jungles shrouded by perennial darkness. He did his best to cure the people of Vanni of Venereal diseases and Malaria. Soon he became trusted, "Dostara Mahattaya' among the veddhas and other remote village communities.
    His writing reflected his deep and intimate knowledge of jungles and his profound interest in veddhas. He could claim to have travelled deeply in the jungle, though he had suffered an accident to his left arm, which had lost him the free use of his elbow and fingers.
    No barrier could impede his so was his determination up to the last days of his life.
    The creative spirit which possessed this nobleman with an artistic temperament did not let him confined to the field of Medical Science alone.
    He was so popular as an anthropologist historian lover of jungle and a fiction writer that the scholars in foreign countries sought his knowledge. He analyzed history, aborigines myths and Jungle Mysteries of this country which became as Sinhala Dupa after arrival of Aryan settlers from Northern India.
    At the age of 54 he retired from the government service. Though he enjoyed a lucrative private practice, a greater part of his time was dedicated for the well-being of less privileged people scattered over far off localities.
    He inherited his love for the jungle from his father for whom he dedicated his book 'Wild Ceylon' written in 1925.
    The observation he made, in 'Far off things,' of the rugged path he trekked along from the Rakwana heights to Kollonne Valley to see the sinking Maduwanwela Rate Mahatmaya, Rip Van Winkle of Kolonne, who was the proprietor of 82000 acres of land where the herds of elephants roamed and the equal dedication towards the ailing Veddha people in jungle habitats, shows the real sense of humanity.
    He observes that the ethnic origin of Veddha derives from the dawn of human evolution, and further says "More than 6000 years' of civilisation that originated in Egypt when the nomadic man settled down to be a tiller of the soil is a thing of yesterday when compared with the several million years that passed since the primitive ape like man came to be in the world somewhere between Himalayas and Central Africa round about the Caspian Sea.
    As an anthropologist he had become an authority on Veddhas and was accustomed to every aspect of their lives.
    Dr. Spittle's theory of Veddha was that they were an off shoot of one Autochthonous tribes of India who had crossed over to Ceylon in prehistoric times before the two lands were separated by the inroads of the sea water that gave birth to Palk strait. As an author and man of letter his contribution is un-parallel.
    Well Chistled Weighty language which has the rhythm of the language of the Victorian Novelists gives a forever freshness to the narrations grounded by a high degree of realistic events. The picture he has painted of the forest world is one of the richest in literature.
    "Vanished Trail" and "Savage Sanctuary are two books about the social lives and described three generations of Veddha at that time.
    "Where the White Sambur Roams and Wild White Boy" are fictions that relate the adventure of a Dutch boy Hans Vender Meer who was ship wrecked, lived in jungles and married a Veddha girl. "Brave Island" unfolds a story of two marine captains one Dutch and One Portuguese "Wild Ceylon" and 'Far off things' are two books written on vistas of hidden customs beliefs and folklores existed in the jungle habitats.
    According to him propinquity to Sinhalese and Tamil habitats inevitably leads to miscegenation that paramount factor in the obliteration of the race. By now much water has flowed under the bridge. Influence of Veddha on other races are also analyzed and he says that the Kandyan and upcountry Sinhalese have absorbed much Veddha blood and their customs have been influenced by Veddhas who in turn have learned to speak aryan language. He is one of the first persons who had focused the necessity of the undisturbed path for elephant to water ways and he predicted the extinction of the Wild elephant in his poem "the Elephant Doomed at Karat" and was concerned to observe the methods used to capture elephants at that time.
    This great son of Lanka served for the people as president of the Rotary club, president of Game and Fauna Protection Society, President of Dutch Burger Union, from 1937-1964 as the editor of 'Loris' which he started to bring out the plight of Ceylon's Wildlife and he was instrumental to establish Wilpattu National Park.
    At his last days he wrote a short monograph on the Devil Bird. This great servant who dedicated to upkeep the less privileged people died on September 3, 1969 at the age of 88.
    Indeed the Death can't take away men of his calibre they live, "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see."