Prof. O.E.R.
Abheyaratna was our ever-loving dean. Whenever we encountered him he expected
us to show deference and fear. We behaved according to his wishes, for he was
the person who would get us out of any troubles we got into. He was a man with
a good heart.
Whenever
he made his appearance in the canteen, the chaps playing poker for bets would
vanish from the scene leaving cards and money on the table. “Patchaya”, wearing
shirt and trousers held up by suspenders over an ample belly would walk upto
the table and say “Ugh” and pocket the money. Then he would go to the canteen
manager who would come running to him. Patchaya would pull out a cigarette and
put it in his mouth and wait for it to be lighted by the manager who, with a
lot of feigned excitement would search for a box of matches and light
Patchaya’s cigarette. He would then look round majestically and walk out of the
canteen. He would walk to the lift where the lift operator would be waiting to
take him to his office on the first floor.
The
lift had a sliding aluminum door with frosted glass panes through which images
were seen but were blurred in the seeing. One day when Patchaya arrived, there
was no lift operator. He got into the lift and took off in a huff. The doors
closed, the lift ascended a quarter of the cabin length and stopped, obviously
due to stoppage of electricity. A big crowd gathered to see Patchaya caged in
the cabin of the lift. He glared out through the frosted glass. One cheeky
medical student in the final year, ran to the canteen, bought a banana, half
unpeeled it and offered it to patchaya from outside, imitating the antics in a
zoo. The red light on the lift door came on indicating a return of electricity
and the cabin began to move. Every-one vanished from the scene and when
Patchaya stepped out there was not a soul to be seen outside. They were all
having a hearty laugh in the canteen next door.
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