
His father
Dr. Piyasiri Hemachandra
Long before Chandima became a father himself, he was a son.
His father, Dr. Piyasiri Hemachandra, belongs to the generation that shaped the man Chandima would become.

Chronicle I
Technology Leader. Husband. Father. Mentor.
Begin His StoryFor decades, the world has known Chandima Hemachandra through the institutions he helped lead, the technology he helped build and the people who worked beside him.
His family knows another story.
This is both.
Who the world knows
Before this Chronicle turns to the man his family knows, it sets down the one written about in the world’s archives.

The public man
Across countries, industries and decades, one constant remained: the willingness to learn, build and lead.
United Kingdom
1986 to 1987
British Hartford-Fairmount Engineering
Chandima's documented professional story begins in the United Kingdom.
Working as a Systems Analyst at British Hartford-Fairmount Engineering put him inside the technology profession while enterprise computing was changing quickly. It was the technical ground for a career that would later move deep into banking, financial services and enterprise technology.
Sri Lanka
about 1990 to 2000
Commercial Bank of Ceylon
Back in Sri Lanka, Chandima began the decade that made banking technology one of the defining threads of his working life.
At Commercial Bank of Ceylon he rose to Chief Manager ICT, at the point where a bank's operations and its technology systems were becoming impossible to separate.
Sri Lanka
about 2000 to 2006
Hatton National Bank
At Hatton National Bank his responsibilities went beyond technology.
As Head of ICT and Banking Operations, at Deputy General Manager and CIO level, he held technology leadership and operational responsibility together. It marks a turn in his career. He was no longer only working with the systems. He was helping to lead the parts of the bank those systems served.
Kenya Sri Lanka to Kenya
about 2006 to 2009
CfC Stanbic Bank, Nairobi
The next chapter took him beyond Sri Lanka again.
In Nairobi he served as Head of ICT and CIO at CfC Stanbic Bank, then the East African headquarters of Standard Bank Africa. Another country, another banking system, and a career already rooted in complex financial technology carried into a fourth market.
Sri Lanka
about 2009 to 2011
Sri Lanka Insurance Corporation
Returning to Sri Lanka, Chandima moved from banking into insurance as Chief Information Officer of Sri Lanka Insurance Corporation, one of the country's oldest and largest insurance providers.
The role took his experience beyond banks while keeping him inside large, complex financial and enterprise technology.
Malaysia
20 January 2011 to present
Scicom (MSC) Berhad
On 20 January 2011, Chandima joined Scicom as Chief Technology Officer. It became the longest continuous chapter of his professional life.
For more than fifteen years the role has kept him at the centre of Scicom's technology leadership while the technology around every company changed beyond recognition.
Behind the title sits the work of four countries: large scale and technologically complex projects inside major financial institutions in the United Kingdom, Malaysia, Sri Lanka and Kenya, built on information and communication technology, software development, and the management of large and complex ICT projects.


15+ years as Chief Technology Officer
A life across countries
Select a country.
Home
At work
Commercial Bank of Ceylon, Hatton National Bank, Sri Lanka Insurance Corporation, and board service at eChannelling, National Savings Bank and Entrust Securities.
At home
Home, family roots, and the institutions that shaped most of his working life.
1980s
At work
Middlesex University, then his first recorded role as a Systems Analyst, 1986 to 1987.
At home
Education and early professional formation.
2006 to 2009
At work
Head of ICT and CIO, CfC Stanbic Bank, Nairobi.
At home
An international banking chapter, and a family chapter lived four thousand miles from home.
2011 to present
At work
Chief Technology Officer, Scicom (MSC) Berhad.
At home
The long Scicom chapter.
Four countries
United Kingdom · Sri Lanka · Kenya · Malaysia
Four decades
Technology · Banking · Insurance · Enterprise leadership · Governance
One continuous thread
Learning how complex organisations work, then helping technology work within them.
The work, read across
Not the timeline again. The shape of the work, read across it.
A career built around complex information technology environments and large scale systems.
Senior technology and operational leadership at Commercial Bank of Ceylon, Hatton National Bank and CfC Stanbic Bank.
Chief Information Officer at Sri Lanka Insurance Corporation.
Professional chapters in the United Kingdom, Sri Lanka, Kenya and Malaysia.
From Systems Analyst to Chief Manager, Deputy General Manager, CIO and CTO.
Board responsibilities at National Savings Bank, eChannelling PLC and Entrust Securities PLC.
Consultancy and advisory work for government and private institutions, including three national advisory councils in Sri Lanka.
Fellow of the British Computer Society.
It all began at Royal College, Sri Lanka, where he formed lifelong friendships that have endured to this day, a close-knit brotherhood known as “The 9 Yards.”
The young man
Before there were titles such as CIO, CTO and Director, there was simply Chandima.
A son growing up in Sri Lanka.
A student discovering mathematics and technology.
A young man who would eventually build a career across countries, industries and decades.
His professional history is well documented. The earlier story belongs to his family.

His father
Long before Chandima became a father himself, he was a son.
His father, Dr. Piyasiri Hemachandra, belongs to the generation that shaped the man Chandima would become.

His mother
If Piyasiri helped shape one side of Chandima's character, Mallika shaped another.
She knew Chandima before the titles, before the international career and before the responsibilities that came later. She knew the boy.
Mallika's own life will be told in her own Chronicle. Here she appears as Chandima's mother.
Yali Hemachandra
Beside every chapter.
The professional timeline records countries, institutions and titles.
Beside those dates, another life was being lived.
Yali is the other half of that life.
Yali's own life will be told in her own Chronicle. Here she appears beside Chandima.


Two young people, before any of the titles.




Years pass.
Countries change.
Careers grow.
Families change.
A life does not happen all at once. It arrives in years.
And now.

❤️ A Tribute to My Beloved Husband… Chandima
My darling Baba,
As I reflect on our life together, I am filled with so much love, gratitude and appreciation for the man you are... and for the beautiful life we have built together. ♥️♥️
You are a kind, patient and duty-bound man, an affectionate husband, a loving father to our boys, a caring son to your mother, and a gentle, loving soul to our beloved pets.
These are qualities I deeply admire and cherish, and I feel truly blessed to have shared this journey of life with you. ♥️♥️
Your kindness, your generous and lavish ways, and your willingness to indulge me in the little luxuries of life have always made me feel loved and cherished.
I am especially grateful for the memorable getaways we have shared, the beautiful places we have explored together, and the precious memories we have created along the way. Those moments will forever hold a special place in my heart. ♥️♥️
Of course, life with you has its fair share of little frustrations too! 😂 Your love affair with your phone and electronics...sometimes seems to take precedence over everything else. 😄
Darling, I wish you understood how much your attention, loyalty, affection and reassurance mean to me. 😊♥️
But above everything else, there is one thing I want you to always remember, no matter where life takes us or what the years may bring…
FAMILY MUST ALWAYS COME FIRST!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
The family we have built together is our greatest blessing, our pride and our joy. It is the most precious gift life has given us, and something I will always hold close to my heart.
We have been blessed with our wonderful boys, a lifetime of family memories, unforgettable experiences and countless moments of togetherness.
When I look at our family, I see a life filled with love, peace, warmth, sacrifice, blessings and so much to be thankful for.
God has been so good to us and has blessed us abundantly.
Thank you so much for being part of my life’s journey darling. 🙏♥️
With all my love,
and love you always!
Your loving wife, Yali ❤️








First came two lives shared. Then came a family.

Leadership is visible in a boardroom.
Fatherhood is usually visible only to the people who lived under the same roof.
Chandima's sons know versions of him no annual report could record.



His sons
There are versions of a father the rest of the world never gets to meet.


Son
Dad…

A memory I will always carry
One memory that still makes me laugh is going on the rides with Thath at Universal Studios Singapore. We had already gone on the Transformers ride together, which was fun, although a little more jarring than I had expected.
Then came The Mummy. Somehow, I had convinced myself that it was basically going to be a haunted-house-style attraction. Mum and my brothers had decided not to join us, but I carried on with Thath, completely unaware of what I had signed myself up for until we reached the actual ride.
Once the roller coaster properly kicked in, I spent most of it with my eyes shut, clutching everything I had so nothing would fly away and concentrating very hard on keeping my insides where they belonged.
By the time it ended, I was practically wobbling my way out of the ride, trying to recover.
Thath, meanwhile, walked out cheerful and thoroughly pleased with the experience.
I think that contrast is probably why the memory has stuck with me so well.

Something Dad taught me
One of the biggest things Thath has taught me is persistence. Not necessarily through something he sat me down and explained, but through watching him over the years.
Whatever happened: work pressures, financial responsibilities, family challenges, or uncertainty about what came next, he kept going. He has shown me that sometimes strength is simply continuing to do what needs to be done, even when you’re tired of doing it.

Something I never say enough
I don’t think I say often enough how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for us.
For as long as I can remember, you’ve worked, sacrificed, and carried responsibilities to make sure our family was supported and that we had opportunities in life. A lot of what we have today exists because you kept pushing forward, even when things weren’t easy.
I may not always say it, but I do notice it, and I’m grateful for it.

The Dad only we know
Thath has three favourite destinations: the gas station, the pharmacy and the ATM.
Somehow, he seems to end up at one of them often enough that it has become a running family observation.
There is also his habit of casually checking in on how everyone is doing: work, health, plans, and whatever else happens to come up in conversation. Sometimes, what he probably thinks is a perfectly ordinary chat can unexpectedly turn into a full status report on your progress.
It’s one of those things that is simply very Thath: always keeping track of what is going on with the family, even during what you thought was just going to be a dinner chat.


Son
Dad…

A memory I will always carry
We sometimes worry when we make decisions that could have a big impact on you or the family.
I remember when we brought the new cats home. I was extremely nervous about keeping it from you because I genuinely didn’t know how you would react.
But then you saw them.
I remember the surprise on your face, and then watching you play with them and genuinely enjoy having these little creatures running around. It was such a simple moment, but it showed me a side of you I don’t always get to see.
Behind the stoic and often silent father I’ve known all my life, there is a much softer man than you usually let the world see.
I think that’s why I still remember that moment so clearly.

Something Dad taught me
Thath, sometimes I think we focus so much on your practical side that we forget what sits behind it.
Work has occupied so much of your life, and when I look at the comfortable life our family has been able to live because of it, I could never blame you for that.
You have never needed to be the loudest person in the room. You’re often quiet. But if something happens that is beyond our control, especially when something needs to actually be solved, somehow our instinct is always the same:
Go to Thath.
You’ve taught me that strength doesn’t always need to announce itself.
Sometimes strength is simply being reliable, dependable and available when it matters.
I think I’ve carried that into the kind of man I want to become.
Rather than being the loudest person or trying to outmanoeuvre everyone with my words, I’d rather be someone whose actions speak for him. Someone my family knows will still be standing there when something goes wrong.
I want to be strong enough to weather whatever storms life brings, whether they come from work, career, family, home or health.
And I think a part of that came from watching you.

Something I never say enough
I don’t think I say often enough that I’m proud of you, Thath.
We don’t always think the same way, and there are probably things about you that I understand differently now that I’m older. But one thing I have never really doubted is how much you love us.
And as I build my own life and career, I realise there are parts of you that have quietly found their way into me too: the curiosity, the interest in understanding how things work, and the belief that what we know should ultimately be useful to other people.
The older I get, the more of those little similarities I notice.
I probably don’t tell you that enough.

The Dad only we know
I don’t know how many people outside our family know this side of Thath, but underneath the practical and technical person most people see is someone with a deep curiosity about spirituality, philosophy, history, mythology and stories.
I think that’s one of the things I inherited from you.
Some of the most interesting conversations I’ve had with you have come from those subjects. You’ve told me stories, shared ideas and made me think about things that happened long before either of us existed.
I’ve always believed there is something we can learn from the past, and I’ve learned quite a bit from those conversations with you.
In a strange way, that influence has even found its way into the things I’m creating now.
It’s part of what inspired me to build the Dharmalogist: an attempt to bring Buddhist knowledge together, make it interesting and accessible, and use AI to help people explore and understand it.
So even some of the things that look like my own projects carry a little bit of you inside them.


Son
Dad…

A memory I will always carry
There are two memories that come to mind when I read this question.
The first is actually something that still happens now. Every night when I come to say goodnight and check up on you guys, you always ask me how my day was. I end up telling you everything, and most of the time we end up talking about work.
It seems like such a small thing, but I really value it. We never really got to spend much quality time together in other ways, so having something we’re both interested in and can sit and talk about means a lot to me. It’s become our time together, and it’s something I always look forward to.
The second is from when I was younger, when you told us the story about being a Hemachandra. You told me Hemachandra means “golden moon”, and about the story your father told you. The moon stays high in the night sky while the dogs below bark and howl at it. But the moon doesn’t lower itself to their level. It stays where it is, far beyond their reach.
You taught me that we should be like the moon. Keep our heads high, stay true to ourselves and not let other people change who we are. I’ve never forgotten that.

Something Dad taught me
One thing you’ve definitely passed on to me is your curiosity with technology.
I remember watching you work with frequencies and changing channels to connect different pieces of hardware together. I can’t even remember exactly what the machine was anymore, but I remember being fascinated by it.
I grew up with things like Bluetooth and USB, where everything is made to connect easily. Watching you understand how different frequencies could make microphones and other hardware communicate felt completely different to me.
It showed me that there are so many ways to make things work if you understand how they work. I think seeing you constantly experiment, connect things and figure things out helped build that same curiosity in me.

Something I never say enough
I love you.
And I don’t think I say thank you enough either. Thank you for being patient with me, for understanding me and for always supporting me.
Even when we try to pay for things around the house, you barely ever let us. I know carrying everything yourself isn’t easy, but you never complain about it. You never made us feel like things were difficult or that we were ever a burden. You just handled it and always did your best to take care of us.
I know we’re your children and you probably see that as something you’re supposed to do, but I don’t think I can properly explain how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for us.
Sometimes I genuinely don’t know how to thank you for it all. I just hope that one day I can show you.

The Dad only we know
I actually found this one difficult because you’re quite similar whether you’re at home or at work. You’re always friendly, warm and interested in people.
But there’s another side of you that I don’t think everyone gets to see.
We get to see the tech and gadget obsessed version of you. The guy who loves tinkering with hardware, connecting different systems together, playing around with lights and figuring out how everything works. We get to see the guy who loves cooking for his family and having a great time entertaining people.
When you get really interested in something, especially gadgets or cooking, you almost become a kid again. You get completely absorbed in it. You’re learning, experimenting and just happily doing your own thing.
I love seeing you like that because it’s one of the times where you’re completely away from work and just enjoying something because you genuinely love it.
Not many people get to see you in that space. We do. And I think that’s a privilege.
A generation earlier
Long before three sons knew him as Dad, Chandima stood on the other side of that relationship.
He was Piyasiri and Mallika's son.
The family
Careers build reputations. Families build lives.
A family is a set of relationships before it is a set of photographs. The tree below holds the people and the links between them.
Dr. Piyasiri Hemachandra Father
Mallika Hemachandra Mother Chronicle in preparation
Chandima Chulendra Hemachandra This Chronicle
Yali Hemachandra Wife Chronicle in preparation
Chaundev Chandima Hemachandra Son
Lashlan Hemachandra Son
Jvanash Hemachandra Son 



















From the people who know him
Written by friends and family, and printed as they wrote them.
My Darling Chandima Patiya.
Happy Birthday to you. May the Noble Triple Gem Bless you Abandantly. May you be Blessed with Health and Happiness for ever and ever (100 Years).
I have never come across a Good Human Being like you in Sri Lanka or in this whole World who is so kind and helps others young or old and sick people.
You call me every single night after a very hard days work in office and talk to me. Have you eaten your egg, Did you drink 8 glasses of water and what did you eat for dinner etc etc. Dont work too hard, go home and sleep early.
I dont think any body has a son like you. I am very lucky. I pray for you every day my darling son and tell all the Gods and Devas to look after you.
A Big Hug and lots of Love,

Happy Birthday to my Dearest Aiya. Wishing you an abundance of happiness throughout the year.
The only brother & only sibling I have. A very caring brother and he is there for me for all the good times and bad times. Always there to help out on all the medical advice for the family. I must mention that whenever I need food and restaurant advice he gives the best 👌 info.
The young Chandima I knew was a mischievous piano player.
Then he graduated to a different key board and have excelled at computers.
A wonderful son and a caring grandson
Outstanding Brother.
A true friend
Amazing Husband
An exceptional Father..
Chandima sets a fine example of valuable human qualities..
Besides his qualifications, skills and career achievements.
A devoted family man
He is respected by everyone fortunate enough to come in to contact with him.
It has been a privilege to associate the great man, Beautiful wife Yali and children. Chaundev, Lashlan and Jvanash.
My kudos to Chandima on his special day!
I have always cherished the lifelong friendship we share, a mentor, a close confidante, and a fellow singing buddy.
Having been neighbours since childhood, we have plenty of lovely stories to share. But today, I shall stick to just two stories, as instructed!
We once attended French classes simply because Chandima wanted to chat up the beautiful French teacher. I ended up actually learning French, while he managed to score an A with the teacher! 😂 Even to this day, I’m sure the only French he remembers is, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”
And let me not even get started on that well endowed Russian lady and the way we would wait and count until the 'biological twin peaks' disappeared from my window! Some stories are best left untold! 😉
All I can say is that we have created some amazing memories together, memories I will cherish forever.
Wishing you a fantastic birthday, Chandima! May your life continue to be filled with laughter, music, happiness, and many more unforgettable adventures.
With lots of love,
Majintha calls him the Rooster. It is a running joke of long standing, which is why his note arrives with three of them.
Dearest Kukul Oli
Some will call you Chandima, Aiyaaa, Thaths, Kukul, Naughty, and the list will go on and on….. Whatever name you go by, the wine is always the same: a touch of dry, a little sweet, and plenty of oak! Dry as your jokes, sweet as your singing, and oak-as your age! Even though one would hope that, with age, the wine would mature, sadly, that doesn’t seem to be the case!
Chandima, you have a heart of gold, and your loyalty, kindness, and genuine nature are qualities that are rather rare these days. Over the years, you have always stood by me as a true friend and brother, and for that, I am genuinely grateful.
I am certain, of course, that every one of these comments will be brought up and used against me at some point in the days and years ahead!
As you get closer to the stage of life where your age and size can apparently be used to justify almost everything, I want to take this opportunity to wish you the very best for a wonderful birthday and an even better year ahead.
Stay exactly who you are, just perhaps with a little less oak! 🥂
Happy Birthday, Chandima! 🎉



Dear Chandima,
Happy Birthday to my manamaalaya friend.
Thank you for being a very special friend. Always warm, caring, kind and genuine. No matter what we do, you bring joy and laughter to the moment.
Have a wonderful day with a special Peacock 🦚 dance.
With Best Wishes
More will be added here as they arrive.
The archive
Old photographs are left as they are. Their proportions, their grain and their colour are part of the record.
Legacy is easy to mistake for something left behind.
For Chandima, it is still being built.
It exists in systems and institutions he helped shape.
It exists in the people he worked beside.
It exists in lessons carried by those he mentored.
And most privately, it exists in a family that knows the man behind everything recorded here.




Thath,
There are many ways the world may know you: through your work, the things you’ve accomplished, the problems you’ve solved, the knowledge you’ve gathered and the people you’ve helped along the way.
But none of those are the way we know you.
To us, you are simply Thath.
You are the person we turn to when something goes wrong, because somehow we always believe you’ll know what to do. You are the quiet, dependable presence behind our family, the one who has spent so much of his life working, providing and making sure the people around him are taken care of.
And behind the serious and practical man everyone sees, we know the other sides too. The curious man who can disappear into conversations about technology, history, philosophy, spirituality and stories. The surprisingly soft man who can be completely won over by a couple of cats. The father whose influence can be found in each of his sons, sometimes in ways we probably won’t fully recognise until we’re older.
We know that the life we have did not simply happen. There were years of work, difficult decisions, sacrifices and responsibilities behind it, many of which we probably never saw.
And perhaps we don’t say thank you for those things nearly enough.
As the years pass, the four of us will each carry different memories of you. Ma has shared a lifetime beside you that only the two of you truly know. Ice, Mals and Ju have each grown up with their own version of Thath, their own stories, arguments, lessons, jokes and moments with you.
But all of those memories belong to the same family you helped build.
And perhaps that is the greatest legacy any man can leave.
Not simply what he achieved.
Not the positions he held.
Not even the things that carry his name.
But the people who carry something of him within themselves.
Whatever paths our lives take from here, there will always be parts of you travelling with us.
So on your birthday, we want you to know something that ordinary days don’t always give us a reason to say:
We see what you’ve done for us.
We are grateful for the life you’ve built with us.
We are proud of you.
And most of all, we love you.
Happy Birthday, Thath.
With all our love, always,

Happy 63rd Birthday
For everything you have built.
For everything you have taught us.
For every chapter still ahead.
With love,
Your family.