A Tribute to my Father : DR. KINGSLEY DE SILVA DEVA ADITYA on his 100th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY



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By Niranjan de Silva Deva Aditya,
Member of the European Parliament.


These are the very personal recollections and intimate memories of my father Dr. Kingsley de Silva Deva-Aditya – a great pioneering eye surgeon, medical teacher, humorist, amateur historian, an amazing cricket bowler, bon viveur and wit; who was born one hundred years ago. I have now lived in England for 43 years and the intervening years have made the memories of my father sharper and clearer to me and I felt it appropriate to commemorate him by sharing these memories here on his 100th birth anniversary. He was born at his grandfather’s home, Henley House, Horton Place (now St Bridget’s Convent) to the Thakura Artha Déva Adithya Gárdiyavasam Lindamulage de Silva family of the Rajput Sesodia Surayawansa clan. My father was very proud of his Sri Lankan ancestry, being a direct descendent of Rajput Thakura whose tales of daring do are described in Mahavansa Chapt 90, lines 12-30 and The Kotavehera at Dedigama by C E Godakumbura pp 14 –15.


At an early age I was inducted to Sri Lankan history by him, having been given a copy of the – Ádithyawamsa our family history, written in high Sinhalese and Pali which was hopelessly indecipherable to me. My father opened my eyes to the glory that was ancient Sri Lanka, with his unique collection of books on Sri Lankan history; a subject I was totally unfamiliar with at school having being taught in the English medium. I was fully conversant as to why Cromwell ordered "that Bauble to be taken away" and why King Henry said "Who will rid me of this pestilent priest" while being equally clueless as to who King Mahasena was or what King Vijaya Bahu had done.


I was also shown our family flag, family crest and even an umbrella which I found quite an absurd thing to cherish! Later in life, my father who was a devotee of Sri Lankan dance forms insisted that I learn Kandyan dancing under the great Chitrasena- a past time I found totally unable to master.


My father explained that Rajput Thakura having arrived in Sri Lanka during the reign of King Parákramabáhu II in the year A.D. 1237 as told by Tod, in the Annals of Rajastan; married the daughter of Vijayabahu III, the sister of the reigning monarch. Later, when General Mitta assassinated Vijayabahu IV in A.D. 1270 and usurped the throne, Rajput Thakura personally slew Mitta and placed his own nephew Buvanekabahu I on the throne. Later his grandson Thakuraka Mandilka Raja of Dedigama established the Keerawella family which was the ultimate repository of the Sesodia Surya Wansa Sri Sangabo Okkaka Lemeni Kula line of kings of Ceylon. 


The reason I have mentioned all of this in great detail, is to explain how Kingsley de Silva as he was known at the time of his birth under British Rule, was suddenly transformed to become Thakur Artha Kingsley Deva Aditya in later life and bequeathed to me at the time of my own birth a complicated North Indian Sanskrit based surname name which I now carry and which leaves most of my Sri Lankan friends bemused and strangers wondering whether I am Sinhalese or Indian. Deva Aditya, I am told in Sanskrit means Sun God!!


My father was orphaned at a very early age, his own father Francis de Silva who captained Royal in 1894 having died in a riding accident in Kurunegala at the young age of 37 when my father was 3-years old and his mother following shortly; dying, so they said, of a broken heart three years later. This was a loss that my father never got over; telling me from time to time when he was in his cups how lucky I was to have parents. My father was raised in the house, then named Lakshmi Giri (now Villa Saifee) in Thurston Road, the home of his father’s sister Mary, (Loku Achchi to me) who was the wife of A J R de Soysa, the son of Sir Charles Henry de Soysa of Alfred House fame.


I remember my father saying that his own childhood was emotionally very hard as an orphan, being lonely and alone with his elder brother and younger sister and being passed ‘like a parcel’ from one Aunt to another; living in the lap of luxury with an empty heart and feeling pitied by his numerous cousins. This loneliness that only orphans can understand underscored my father’s determination as he later told me, to study and achieve academic excellence at St Joseph’s College and so earn the respect of his peers and cousins. Because of this he was very grateful to those Uncles and Aunts who particularly cared him and as a young child I was dragged along under protest on frequent Sundays to visit them; a boring and tedious business for a 8-years old.


It was only when I was about 14 years old that I realized how famous my father was, not as an eye surgeon but as a cricketer! Time and time again I met his contemporaries who looked astounded when told that I did not seriously play cricket, though given cricket tuition at my father’s insistence, preferring to play tennis and go swimming. They were aghast, that the son of the man who had made cricket history during the St Joseph’s College versus Royal College match of 1929 which was called "Kingsley’s match" when my father took 7 Royal College wickets in their first innings by achieving a double hat rick (ie six wickets in six balls) did not play cricket. Though he never mentioned it, I now realize he must have been enormously disappointed that I did not take to the game of cricket as he had and not played for college as he had covering himself with much glory as a googly bowler.


The War years were particularly difficult for him, having obtained his LMS from Colombo medical faculty but having to suspend his studies to be a surgeon and delay going to England to complete his studies. Having married my mother Zita, the daughter of Senator Dr. M. G. Perera in 1943, he served as a House Officer in Kandy and District Medical Officer in Badulla Hospital and left on the first available troopship at the cessation of war to Oxford where he proceeded to obtain a DO (Oxon), and DOMS (RCS) England. My mother followed him and only returned to the island in 1948 when she was pregnant with me so that I would be born in an independent Sri Lanka.


Growing up as I did with a very busy eye surgeon father was quite an experience. His work output was prodigious. Every day he attended the Victoria Memorial Eye Hospital, becoming later in 1960 the Surgeon in Charge of the new Eye Hospital, did over 100 eye operations per week, and attended to his private patients under the channeling system. I remember him in his later advancing years holding out his hand and saying to me proudly "still steady as a rock" given that even a slight trembling of his hand would have meant the end of his surgical practice considering how delicate eye operations were. Some of his poorer patients could not afford to pay him and gave him gifts instead. I remember the back verandah of our house covered with crabs running all over the place given to him by grateful fishermen from Negambo and the back yard with boxes of Malvana rambuttans and mangosteens. This drove my mother to exasperation especially when whole fish were added to this mélange. I remember occasions when patients paid him with one orange or a small bag of rambuttans because that was all they could afford and my father would never have dreamt of asking for more.


My father pioneered eye surgery in Sri Lanka. He conducted the first cornea graft in Asia in 1951 using intraocular lenses. This was such a bold advance in Asian and Sri Lankan surgery that the world famous Harley Street eye surgeon Dr Savin paid him a visit at our home. During the party given in his honour and graced by the then Minister of Health Mrs Vimala Wijewardene, my father showed all of us a film of this delicate operation. I promptly fainted. That was the day, much to my father’s chagrin that I decided not to follow him to into a medical career but rather go and study engineering. I don’t think he ever forgave me for this decision though he was kind enough never to make an issue of it.


His sense of humour and his dry wit was legendary. He played practical jokes on all us including my long suffering mother who was not amused; once dressing up as tramp and chasing her around the house. One of his medical students, now an eminent doctor regaled me with some of his jokes recently, one of which probably the least risqué of which I will impart here. One day during a lecture he asked a female student to tell them which part of the human body grew 10 times its normal size when excited. The girl blushed, stammered and said nothing; upon which my father gave the answer that it was the pupil of the human eye, and then added, as a passing thought, that married life would probably be a great disappointment for the girl!!


In 1962 he pioneered another innovation in creating the first Asian Eye Bank. His pupil and junior Dr Hudson Silva later took this to great fame throughout Asia. I remember the first faltering steps of this great idea when my father asked people to donate their eyes and the first depository I visited with him with all these eyeballs in jars looking back at me!


His visits to me in England during my period of study at Loughbourough University were sometimes hilarious. On one occasion, I met him at Heathrow airport. He pointed to an Indian gentleman at the airport who was cleaning the toilet and said "Do you realize that the English probably think you are like him and come from the very same background. When I was at Oxford and called Kingsley de Silva, a woman asked me whether I was a Portuguese coolie. That was the day I decided to change my name to our old ancestral family name. That is why you were born a Deva-Aditya"


He was bored in retirement whiling away his time with his old cronies at the Club or at his rubber estate. He passed away in 1977; unable to resist a final joke - his last words to my mother on his death bed being that "he was going out for a six". The whole of Borella and Colombo North was one traffic jam with thousands coming to pay tribute to him at his funeral.


It is a reflection of his great contribution to life in giving eyesight back to thousands of people that even today, 34 years later, when I am in Sri Lanka, I am not "Oh you are that British politician or that European MP" but simply "Oh you are Dr Deva Aditya’s son ... yes I remember how he helped my mother to get her sight back....."


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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