Me

It was upto 1981 at the age of about 15 years that I lived in Patna. I recall all my teachers of St. Xaviers....specially Brother George Peter, Father Paul and Father Scaria. I used to have my journey from home to school by rickshaw and many times by minibus .....overcrowded and excessively halting. I recall my concern about my white school dress which I kept saving from uncaring crowd.

I kept growing gradually under the guidance of various personalities and agencies which lightened my path to become responsible in the tender age of 16 years.My regular visit to Yarpur slums of Patna to teach small kids was also a dent in my life.

My father had the deepest impression on my life... ...so modern in thoughts still so conservative in context of culture, values and traditions.The biggest addiction I owed at that age was that of reading fictions...a gift of my mother....she is not so educated but is a bookworm.

I was an introvert, not so open for many, except a handful of close friends.But I was so open to help others.I always relished serious talks rather than light humours....I feel I still owe that tendency though I have changed a lot.

To Varanasi

My Childhood

It was Chor Mahal Hostel of Central School,Varanasi.Yet another experience of a self-dependent life among band of violent students.I relished my studies and the shore of River ganges on Dashashwamedh Ghat.Sometimes,I also visited Manikarnika ghat to experience the unebted cremations and the serenity.I feel,I started experiencing the secrets of vageries and pleasure of life at Varanasi.And the biggest achievement of that phase was my transition from an introvert or ambivert lad to assertive and vocal youth, standing stiff against any atrocity with mass support. I completed my XIIth in 1983.

To Pantnagar

Those were lush green meadows all around, embedded with shining pearls of dews...when I reached Pantnagar in 1983.It was rainy season and there were huge lot yellow frogs nodding all over. I felt good about the atmosphere and also about the deep calmness covered under the hanging clouds.
Rest five years, I can't detail.Those were the prime years of my life.I studied, assimilated, earned GPA, created a profuse network of friendship, relished friends and foes and went on visiting deep into hills,tarai,bhabhar and other places.My temperament of Varanasi continued to guide me on the path of values,assertivity,influecing,organising and motivating. I feel, my interest towards ethnography and human psychology generated during those days.It led to my visits to Tharus, Bukshas, Bhotias and Jaunsaris in consecutive years.
In 1986,I faced the counselling for admission to PG classes and with all options in my hand, I opted Communication studies without any dilemma.
It completed in 1988 and I decided to experience the depth of horizons for next few years.

To Gonda

Back to track in 1992, I decided to utilise my accumulated wealth of experiences that I had earned through the indepth and action-oriented participatory observation of different segments of rural and tribal poors.
I accepted to work with a Krishi Vigyan Kendra in Gonda of eastern Uttar Pradesh.I continued to work as Officer-Incharge of that KVK upto 1997 when I left Gonda to come back to Pantnagar. My destiny was calling me.
But days in Gonda were a true lesson and education for me. Manyavar Nanaji deshmukh,the founder of Deendayal Research Institute, repeatedly shared his views on different issues with us. Those went upto philosphy, psychology, science, social science and ethics.There only,I realised the essence of rural development and youth work.Gradually, I learnt the way of strategic grassroot working with system and later-on, successfully handled the affairs of KVK, Gonda.

........My Endless Journey

And back to Pantnagar in 1997

The Journey still continues......