In Loving Memory of Ranjan Abeywardena

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In Loving Memory of Ranjan Abeywardena

Ranjan Abeywardena — known simply and fondly as "Ranjan" to all who had the joy of knowing him — was one of those rare souls who truly lived life to the fullest. He was larger than life in every way: in laughter, in presence, and most certainly in spirit. If you ever found yourself at a party or a gathering, chances are Ranjan was holding court, drink in hand, regaling everyone with a story that left you laughing — and wondering just how much of it was true.

A natural-born storyteller, he could turn even the most mundane event into a vivid, hilarious tale. People gathered around him just to listen, and no gathering felt complete without him.

I first saw Ranjan at medical school —big, confident, unforgettable. At the time, I was just a bystander, watching this commanding figure with awe. That changed a few months later when we began studying together in a group. It was then I learned what a sharp mind and generous heart lived behind the showman’s smile.

He made a grand entrance into our lives — quite literally — in a gleaming red two-seater sports car. While the rest of us were scraping by, dreaming of such luxuries someday, Ranjan had already arrived. But it wasn’t just about flash — he had substance, heart, and a deep well of intelligence.

Never lost his touch, the centre of attraction in Norfolk.

Hailing from a successful business family in the deep south of Sri Lanka, Ranjan was sent to Colombo to polish his English and perhaps dabble in academics. But in true Ranjan fashion, he did more than dabble — he soared. People perhaps expected him to return home to run the family business, the so-called “lucky charm” of his father’s trade. Instead, he surprised them all by entering medicine — and excelling at it.

In medical school, he broke records by being elected secretary of the student body (MSU) uncontested — a rare feat in such a competitive environment. He often joked that you didn’t need friends to succeed in politics, just no enemies. Somehow, he managed both.

His appetite for good food was the stuff of legend. Hostel mates at Jeevaka, remember raiding his cupboard and, on one occasion, swapping his treasured southern treacle with engine oil — a prank that only made their bond stronger. Nicknamed “Gonjan Pathaya” (the lovable big man), his personality was as hearty as his portions. In later life, he loved hosting elaborate meals for friends — just as long as his beloved wife Kusum handled the cooking.

Ranjan eventually moved to the UK — ahead of many of us — and married Kusum, the love of his life. He earned his postgraduate qualifications in Obstetrics and Gynaecology and later found his true calling as a general practitioner in Gerrards Cross. There, he became a fixture in the community — more than just a doctor, he was a trusted guide and father figure to his patients.

Laughter, not a dull movement !

He enjoyed the good life without apology: exquisite food, lively parties, fine spirits, and beautiful cars. These weren’t indulgences for Ranjan — they were part of how he celebrated life. He found joy in sharing those pleasures with others and never missed a chance to raise a glass with friends or take them for a spin in something fast and flashy.

Yet behind the laughter, Ranjan carried a quieter story. He lived with depression, a burden he shared only with a few close confidants. It was a private struggle, one that he bore with dignity, even as it cast a shadow over moments of his remarkable career. But through it all, he remained devoted — to his friends, to his calling, and above all, to his family.

In retirement, Ranjan returned to Sri Lanka, practicing medicine more as a passion than a profession. He reconnected with old friends, cooked up lavish meals, and relished every moment of joy and connection.

During his final farewell tour of Sri Lanka, he dedicated his time to supporting children with cancer by providing essential facilities and donated surgical instruments to rural hospitals to help improve healthcare services.

He was especially proud of his children. He often spoke of his children’s successes with joy in his voice and tears in his eyes. Through every chapter of life, Ranjan credited Kusum — his anchor, his confidante, and the quiet strength behind his brilliant chaos — for being his rock.

Ranjan is no longer with us, but the laughter, warmth, and unforgettable memories he created live on in all who knew him. He didn’t just pass through life — he made it an event. He dined, danced, drove, and laughed his way through a life well lived.

So here’s to you, Ranjan. You lived well, loved deeply, and left this world a far more entertaining and beautiful place than you found it.

Well done, old friend. What an innings you had.

(I am grateful to Tony Sirimanne, his life long friend, for sending photos, Harendra and Ranjith Yapa for providing information)

Jayantha Premachandra.

Comments from Friends

This is probably the best Eulogy that I have ever read 

Brilliant 

Kalinga Nanayakkara

Dear Jayantha

Thank you so much for the beautiful eulogy written to Ranjan. You have made us feel that he is still among us very much alive cracking jokes & making everybody laugh. 

Let's always remember him as the man described by you. 

With regards

Kalyani

Thank you Jayantha. 

Well written eulogy on Ranjan. You have covered many facets of his beautiful character. I was privileged to associate him closely as my four decade long practice was in Matara - Ranjan’s home town. His loss definitely leaves a void in our batch.

May he attain supreme bliss of Nibbana. 

Kind Rgds 

Sunil Epa 

Dear Jayantha 

So beautifully written reflecting Ranjan’s life and fond memories of him

He will be in our hearts forever 

Thank you for sharing this obituary 

Best wishes 

Mathana 

Very well written he is lucky to have a true friend like you to take an effort to express your views incredible 

Thank you Jayantha 

Mona