Saturday, 27 June 2015



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Trust

All the difficulties I had to face, made me stronger (in mind of course, physically I was weak) to face all the challenges the life had to offer. I developed the habit of predicting how others would react against my actions, words. Therefore, my words and actions were polite, understandable, non-harming and hardly hostile. It has helped me a lot. I realized later that these were the qualities which make the person a leader. It happened. In my school, I virtually grew as one of the leaders. Teachers and students trusted my words, my opinion got weight.

One small incident would show how much I was trusted. We had started a small in-house store, in which school stationery which students may need frequently, was stored. As the school was in isolated area, the students who needed even small items like pencils etc. had to wait  till they get it from other place. I was entrusted the responsibilities to run this store. I was allotted a cupboard with lock and key in our classroom, for this purpose. The cash collected against sale was also kept there. One key was with me and one was in Principal’s office. One morning I found that the cash was stolen. I reported it to the principal and my class teacher. I was very much upset as I would be the first suspect. Since the money was not much and it was in school campus, the Principal did not summon police. He called several people and made inquiries. Later I was confided by the Principal that I was out of suspicion, but did not tell me who he was. The students also trusted me. In our private talks we suspected one of the teachers but were not sure.

Later there were many occasions when I was holding responsible positions. Difference of opinions might have developed regarding working, but nobody ever suspected my honesty and integrity. One incident is still live in my mind. There was a case regarding increase in dearness allowance for employees was going on in Industrial Court. I was General Secretary of the Trade Union then. The increase in dearness allowance depended on the fluctuations of cost of living index and it was compiled by the State machinery. There were some technical history and other factors due to which cost of living index remained low in our State compared to other States of the country where our Company's branches were situated. The case was almost like a gamble. Once I suggested to the members in a meeting that we fall in line with the employees of our HO where quite there was quie big workforce, which the Company was agreeable. But the members thought otherwise and I was left alone with my arguments. I, therefore, offered that, since continuing fighting the case in the court was just a waste of time, energy and money, I would suggest to find some other person to follow their desire and relieve me from this responsibility. All the members rejected my offers and insisted that I continue as their leader because they had no doubt about my integrity and honesty. The case prolonged several more years and ultimately my suggestion was accepted. The gross result was that our branch, though very small, survived and the branches where the Company had to pay unrealistic salaries were ultimately closed. 

    I also had developed the attitude of trusting others. I trusted all persons whom I had to trust. Unless there were strong evidence against anybody I would not distrust. There have been only 2-3 incidents when the person whom I trusted proved other wise, I did not hesitate in severing relations. 

    I consider the people’s trust in me as the greatest success in my life. I attribute this to my upbringing.   



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My friends

 
I was lucky to get many friends who were all ready to help me in whatever manner they would because of my nature. One of my friends, whom I shall call V was with me from first year of primary school. He was grandson of the richest person of our village. His circumstances were such that he had to stay with his grandpa (mother’s father). They were our neighbour. We were good friends then. (And were until he expired due to cancer few years back. He became Engineer, joined government project, immigrated to US, worked there with well known automobile company, Crystler). He used to help his grandpa in his agricultural work, milking cows and buffalos. Sometime while milking one of his favorite cow, which gave sweetest milk, he used to pour the milk from the nipple direct into his mouth. He was unlucky to get moral and financial support from his father-mother, who wished he should give up study and start job soon after high school. But he was determined for further study and managed finance by arranging loans, and working part-time while he was studying engineering. His grandpa loved him, but had become financially weak to support his education. When I passed my high school graduation, and was in need of job, he took me with him to his father and tried to find me a job. His determination and helping nature had great impression on me. Our friendship continued till the last year of his life. When I visited US I called him and he promised me that he would come to my host’s place (who was also his friend) and would take me to Disneyland. But he could not come. He called me he had some health problem and could not come. He sent some gifts for me. Later we learned that the sickness turned out to be the cancer. Even today when I remember him my eyes are filled with tears. 

One of my other friends was son of a teacher. Our friendship also lasted till he expired in early age, a few years back. He was an expert bone-setter. He learnt this art from his father and made it a career after passing high school graduation. He was so successful in his art that he attracted more patients than all the orthopedic surgeons together in that town. He charged minimum so that any poor person could afford. He was so expert that he set fractured bones with his skillful hands, bandaged them with bamboo strips, card-board, cotton and bandage so that it served as the plaster. Before this he would apply the special ointment prepared from herbal medicines. This kept the bones in their original place and the gaps developed by fracture would heal by natural process. Within weeks the bones would join without any plate, nails, pipes or other supporting material. Whenever I went to my native place and had to kill time, I used to go with him to his dispensary and witness his skill. I was very much impressed by his mixing nature and skillful talks with his patients. I still remember him and keep meeting his family members occasionally.

I have talked about my childhood friends. There are many who came in my life after I started working and our relations prevailed. When I remember some of those who are no more, I always get upset.  These were such friends about whom I would be tempted to write. But this is my story so I limit myself to the above examples only.

I had no reason to write against any friend who troubled me. There may be occasions of displeasure, harsh  comments, but I  have developed the habit of positive thinking. I have hardly thought negative. I have also developed the habit of appreciating and tried to reciprocate smallest favour shown by anybody towards me. That could be the reason why I could not see evil side of any of my friends.


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My education


I remember my relations with my father as a child. My father was a farmer, and was feeding our family of mother, four sisters and a brother from the scanty income, that too seasonal.  Therefore, demanding something from him was difficult. I should admit that I was the least demanding boy. Two pairs of uniform clothes for school and a pair or so additional was more than sufficient.

My father used to take me with him to our farms. I enjoyed riding on the bullock-cart pulled by a pair of oxen. In this we traveled about a mile or so to the farms. Sometimes my father used to hand over the reigns of the oxen (pair of castrated male cow) in my hands and it was a thrilling experience to direct them  in right direction. Occasional pinching them for speeding up with a sharpened nail fixed at the end of a stick. He taught me how to handle the oxen, even when they are not tied with cart. I also enjoyed helping him while picking crops like vegetables, grains, cotton etc. from the farm.

He insisted that I concentrate more on my studies. My father was ferocious reader and encouraged me in reading books outside my curriculum. Study after 7th was a problem as there was no school nearby for further studies, but my father insisted that I continue my study in the nearby city.  For this I had to travel daily by train and the trains’ frequency was limited. So I had to leave home in the morning at 7-30 a.m. and return by about 8 p.m. railway station was (and is) about 1.5 miles walk from my village. The school in which I was admitted was also I had to walk about 1 from railway station. How difficult was the decision for him to send 12 years son unaware of city life, alone in unknown city!  It was tough time for my father and mother to wait for his safe return late in the evening, many times very late due to irregularities of trains. It was very difficult decision for him but he made it and I went to school. I remember, he used to wait for me very eagerly everyday till I return safe. Whenever the evening train was late, which happened many times, or when there were heavy rains, he used to walk up to station with a lantern to receive me. In those days the school hours were morning on Saturdays beginning at 7-00 a.m. For this I had to catch the train at 5-00 a.m. My father used to accompany me with a lantern up to railway station. 

When I look back today, I realize how difficult decision it would for him, and doubt if I could have continued study further if this continued longer. I had to spend more hours on traveling and waiting for trains than the hours I studied. There were many distractions in the city and as a child I was easily distracted. So when final examinations results were announced I could manage only to obtain grades to go up.

Luckily for me and for him, a new school came up next year near our village and I was relieved of difficult traveling, and he from worried days. I was a completely changed boy and student after I joined the new school. Memories of those years (3 years in particular) are full of good experiences and instances.

I would, however, continue about my studies here and leave those memories for later occasions. I studied ninth, tenth and eleventh grades here. Eleventh was the final year known as SSC (Secondary School Certificate Examination), which is equal to ‘high school graduation’ in many countries.

My eleventh year of school education was full of difficulties. Those days are still vivid in my memory. That year being the final year for school graduation, I was supposed to concentrate more on studies. The year began with the sad death of one of my younger sister, after a short period of sickness. She was enrolled for her studies in high school, but could not attend a single day. Before we recover from that shock, a portion of our house, where we kept out cattle and used for storing farm equipments, collapsed due to heavy rain and winds. We had a nice pair of oxen for farming. One of them died due to illness. All this happened in a short period of 2-3 months. I used to go to school, but with disturbed mind. These misfortunes occurred when funds were almost zero. I was too young to help in any way, excepting managing with whatever was available. My father and mother fought hard to win over the difficulties, obtained loans from relatives and friends and managed somehow.  

In the later part of that year, my mother became seriously ill and for almost 2 months, it was doubtful if she would survive. (By God’s grace she is still with us) I shall not go into the detail how she was treated, but I would prefer to mention that she was treated under Indian herbal therapy called Ayurveda by a practitioner (they are known as ‘Vaidyas’) in our village. Allopaethic practitioners were not available in villages and calling any from a city for visit was beyond our means.   

I should not forget to mention that my teachers and school principal were very co-operative, tolerating my long and frequent absences, helping me in coping up with the lessons I missed. So when results of my final examination were announced I could manage to secure comparatively good result. I was second highest scorer in my class.



My teachers and principal (about whom I shall have to make separate article) insisted that I should continue studies in college and pursue science stream. The principal assured me that he would manage for scholarships and free stay in hostels. But the family circumstances were against such decision. My first priority was to get some job and assist my family financially, as four sisters and brother were growing up, and income of my father (who was the sole earner) was falling short.

So I joined job-oriented courses like typing, shorthand, but being under-age (below 18, which is the legal age for employment) I had to continue it for almost 15 months and then I was lucky to get a job as typist in a government organization. Luck was with me in this matter, as I was selected from more than a hundred candidates who appeared in interview and test for that post. The only reason I was selected was that I knew typing in English as well as in our language, Gujarati, and could handle both, which the post demanded.

I do not hesitate in saying that it was the opening of door from where the ladder of progress and prosperity was to open for me. I had determined that I should continue my studies further and so I enrolled as an external student with the university, and could obtain Degree (Bachelor of Arts) with honors after four years. As I had a job in the city, I had to travel the same way as I was traveling while I was in eighth grade. Office began at 10-30 p.m. and ended at 5-30 p.m. So I could utilize the time between office hours and train timings for studies. Reading at home after reaching late was very difficult because we had no electricity. Therefore, most of my reading during those years was on railway platforms and in trains. Of course, I used to take vacations when the examinations were near.

Soon after I got my graduation I joined regular college for studies in law. The college hours were in the morning so it was possible to work and study. But I had to leave home at 5 a.m. to reach in time for morning time in college. It was frustrating. I thought if I continue my present job I would not be able to progress at a speed I needed. Most of my time was wasted in traveling and poor infrastructure like lack of electricity, poor roads would hinder my aspirations. I decided that I should find a good job in a big city like Ahmedabad or Mumbai. I started applying. My family was not happy with my decision, but I could convince them. Ahmedabad had become the capital of the newly formed State of Gujarat. It was a textile city already. Potential of advancement here was tremendous. I appeared for interview for a post in a known textile mill, selected, but could not accept for the salary was not encouraging. After a few months I saw an ad from a multinational and decided I should grab this post. I applied, appeared for interview and was selected. By this time I had completed one term in my studies in law and second term was to begin. So I requested them to offer me appointment so, if they have selected me so that I can continue my second term of law degree in Ahmedabad. They have agreed and I began my studies of law in Ahmedabad. My association with this multinational continued till I opted for voluntary separation. Here also the college hours were morning so I had no difficulty. I obtained my second degree in Law after completion of studies for two years.

I still continued studies and joined evening college for one year Diploma in Labour Laws and Practice. I got through this also. Then I joined for two years Master’s Degree in Law. This was also evening college. In those days very few students ventured this Masters Degree. We were hardly about 15 students in the subjects which I offered – Constitution and International Law. After first year, known as part one only 3 students passed. I was one of them. Second year was difficult and I was involved with many other activities that I could not attend the college regularly. However, I was allowed to keep terms and appear for examination. I, however, decided not to appear for examination as I could not prepare well. My term was granted so I had option to appear in the next year, but that next year never came!

When I look back I feel happy and lucky that I could reach the level, I had never thought or imagined in my childhood in the matter of studies.  



Tuesday, 16 September 2014

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My education up to High School


            When I started my schooling at the age of 5 (Junior-Senior KG was not the luck of village children), I was admitted in First standard in the primary school of my village.  All the students had to begin the day by chanting prayer, not of God, but for safety, prosperity and long life of the Nawab, the King. I still remember the beginning line of that prayer in Hindi (Aye Shahe Sachin Hamare Tum Abaad Raho..) which meant, “O king of Sachin, may you prosper..” There were actually two schools, one for boys and one for girls. Co-education was not preferred in those days. Girls’ school had only one teacher for all seven standards and Boys school had 3 teachers. It is not difficult to guess the level and quality of education we might have got. We, in Boys School, were required to wear white cap compulsorily, while in school. This may be due to Islamic culture, because the king was following Islam.
            My learning started with practicing writing and chanting figures from 1 to 10, in my vernacular language, namely, Gujarati. For writing we used black stone slate and chalk pen. Papers and pencils were not used then. Writing and erasing again and again was necessary to learn writing. After we were acquainted with figures, the alphabet was started. As we got sufficiently trained in reading and writing figures, we were required to learn by heart the elementary mathematical sequences, like 1x1 = 1, 1x2 = 2, and so on. In first standard we were required to cram these calculations up to 10x2.5 = 25. Later we also crammed 1x3.5 = 3.5 to 10x3.5 = 35. This cramming was so intense and so much repeated I remember them even today. As result of this cramming, it was easy to solve sums without the help of calculators. Calculators were not available in those days. Even today I can manually work out total up to full page of figures and I can multiply or divide any number without calculator. Today I realize the importance of this calculation skill. Manual calculations are faster and chances of errors are lesser than calculators. This is because entering the figures in calculators are time consuming and prone to errors.
            We were expected to identify and write common words, in language in the beginning. Later were required to read and write full sentences correctly. By the time I was in 4th or 5th standard, I used to read and write correctly and add, subtract, multiply, divide any numbers and solve sums. By then we were also taught other subjects like elementary science, history, geography etc. There used to be a final examination, known as ‘vernacular final’ at the end of 7th standard. This exam was held commonly at the district level and as there was no center in our village school, I had to go to nearby city to appear in this exam. I also passed this examination with good grades.
            Till 7th standard, the education was easy, comfortable and almost free. After school, I passed my time playing with friends, helping father in his agricultural work, or mother in her domestic work. We had a small library in our village, which contained some good books. I also used to borrow books (other than our study books) for reading. I developed interest in reading, because of this library. While studying vernacular language, we were also required to write essays in every examinations of this subject. Reading the books from the library helped me in this. I obtained good skill of good writing. When I was in 6th or 7th standard, I wrote a small article, which was published in a magazine. This was the seed of my writings. My father, though was not well educated, had developed interest in reading. This was also one of the reasons, I could develop interest in reading. We had some books at our home also, which was because of my father’s maternal uncle’s interest in reading and writing.    
            When I was in 3rd standard, India became independent and the day, 15th August, 1947 was celebrated with lots of enthusiasm. My uncle was living in nearby city in those days. To witness the celebration, he took me with him. My cousin sister was also of the same age as I was. The celebrations were at night and huge crowd of people gathered in the center of the city. The crowd was so large and intense that my uncle had lifted me and my sister on both of his shoulders, so that we are not lost. I do not remember much but this scene is still live in my memories.
India was freed from British rule, but our village was supposed to continue under the rule of Nawab. Some youths of the village were planning to take out a procession and represent before the Nawab, for joining the Indian federation. But this was not necessary, because soon Nawab, signed the treaty with Indian Government by relinquishing his kingdom to join India.

            Later that year, on 30th January 1948, Mahatma Gandhi, or Mr. Gandhi, or Gandhiji (as respectfully known by Indians), was assassinated. Means of communications were limited in those days. So the news reached our village only on the next day noon, when newspapers arrived. Only one copy of a newspaper was coming in our village library by post. I was in school. On hearing the news, the school was closed. My father came to school and took me with him at home. At home we made a prayer before the photograph of Gandhiji.


Thursday, 4 September 2014

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My village lifestyle


            What was the rural lifestyle in which I was grown up? It would be interesting to recall, particularly in modern era. It was between 1940 and 1955.
            There was no electricity in our village, almost all the villages. I graduated by reading under dim light of kerosene lamps at nights and in daylight. As there was no electricity, the domestic appliances were out of question. The house was made of tiled roof on wooden planks. It was a low rise single story house with adjoining yard, where we carried out work relating to harvesting, keeping cattle (cow and buffalo for milk and oxen for ploughing fields). The earthen floor was smoothened with the help of soil and cow-dung. The walls were made of earth and also plastered with soil and cow-dung. When it rained heavily, the water percolated into the house from broken roof tiles. Our house was situated only about 500 meters from the bank of a river. When there was heavy rains, the flood water spilled breaking river banks and many times our backyard was getting filled with flood waters. As the residence was on higher levels the waters never entered the house. Our village was situated only about 10-12 km from seashore. When there were high tides in the sea, the adjoining river brought sea water upto our village and the river looked as if it was flooded. Sometimes the tide water also spilled and the ground on the backside of our village was flooded with sea water. The advantage of the situation was, however, felt in summer. We never felt the need of fans even in strong summer, as the cool westerly breeze was as soothing as air-conditioners.
            Winter was the time when the crops in the fields was ripening, so it was the the season of harvesting, picking of vegetables and fruits from the fields. This kept all of us busy. The only means of protection from cold waves was woollen clothes and fire places. We children quarreled for sitting near fire-stove in the morning. But for doing homework and reading we also used morning sun-rays, which were very comforting.   
            Before selling the products of the agriculture farm, the requirements for the whole year, was stored. Some cash crops like cotton, chilies, groundnut, castor etc. were also grown. Income in the family was only from sale of farm products and milk - milk preparations, produced. This income was not regular. Farming depended solely on monsoon rains. There were no facilities for irrigation. The river flowing near our home and farm, carried salty water after the rainy season was over, because of the tidal seawater, which flowed from sea back up-river and in reverse direction as tide receded. Our village was famous for a special variety of chilies in the district. Some crop of green chilies was sold for early, but mostly these chilies were allowed to ripen, get red before plucking. These red chilies were spread in our backyard for drying. It was a feast for eyes to see vast area covered red with chilies. When they were dry, they were filled in sacks and sold. Cotton was plucked from cotton shrubs and was sold for ginning.
            Farming was done with the help of oxen (bullocks), and farm equipments made for use with bullocks. We used to have two bullocks. Whenever the cow delivered male, we treated it like prince. When it reached 4-5 years, it was sterilized and trained for agricultural use. As children, we enjoyed nursing them, like bathing them at the pond and river, tying colorful belts with bells and ribbons in its neck etc. In rainy seasons, the animals (cows, buffaloes, oxen) were left for grazing in open fields. There was danger of poisonous snakes in such field, more so in wet season. The bells in the neck kept them away, while animals were grazing. Also when the oxen were running at fast speed, the sweet sound of bells was like a tune of good music. The special belt prepared with brass bells tied in it, was the necklace for these creatures. Depending on the size of bells the sound also differed, so it was easy to identify whose animal was there.



            Bullock-cart was the general ride for people in the village. For traveling to other villages (to relatives, friends and for work) we used bullock carts pulled by a pair of bullocks. I had obtained the skill to drive such bullock carts in early childhood. I also used to help my father while ploughing the field and other agricultural work. When I look back to those days, I am convinced that the bullocks were the best mode of auto-driving in those days. When there was dark and nothing could be seen, or when we missed our path to the destination, these bullocks were capable of driving us safe and sure to the destination. The bullocks never forgot the road, they were driven on once. When people needed to have long drive at nights, they used to sleep in the carts and the bullocks kept moving towards the destination. A cart pulled by  a pair of bullocks normally could carry up to 5-6 quintals of load or the people, equal to that weight. Sometimes while joy-riding in such carts, we used to have race with other carts also.     
            Because of seasonal income, there were always financial crisis and borrowing during the other season was almost regular. We always had to compromise on our requirements, sometimes even basic requirements, even though our requirement was minimum. I used to have two or three pairs of clothes and a pair of shoes, generally chappal. New clothes were bought only when absolutely necessary, mainly during Diwali festivals Ready-made clothes were available only in cities in very few stores and were costly. So we used to buy cloth and get our clothes stitched by a tailor in the village.
.           It is obvious that cooking was done on wood fired stoves. There was no standing kitchen. Mother used to seat beside the stove for cooking and prepare loafs, rice and other eatables. Like majority in India, as Hindus, we were and are vegetarians. Meat, fish etc. including eggs were strictly prohibited and never consumed in our house. We have this practice even today. Ours was traditional Indian simple food containing boiled rice with pulses’ soup (called ‘dal’) and seasonal vegetables. Vegetables were generally grown in our farms. We used flour of coarse grain called ‘juwar’ (millet), for making loaf (roti - bread).
            There were grinding machines, run on oil engines, where we used to crush our wheat, millets etc. But we also had domestic grinding wheels in our house, which we used to grind small quantity of pulses etc. Pulse-flour was used for preparing ‘papad’ and some other delicacies. My mother used to grind such things on these wheels which were round.  The lower stone was fixed in a wooden case. There used to be a hole in the centre, where the axle was fixed. The upper wheel was mobile. in the centre there was as hole and small opening. The axle of lower stone would seat in the hole. On upper surface of the upper wheel, there used to be a small handle fixed. When this handle was pushed, the wheel moved round, With one hand mother used to push this handle in round direction and with the other hand, she used to pour a handful of the pulse (or whatever was to be ground). With 2-3 rounds the pulse would get crushed and spill into the  wooden case from between the two stones. We were said that, before the mechanical mass grinding machines come to the village, most of the families used such domestic grinders. The sound of such domestic wheel is still live in my mind when I remember those days. I also learned this art of grinding and helped mother sometimes.
            On special occasions, we also used wheat flour for making bread known as Bhakri or roti, or fried version known as puri. Milk was normally got from our own cow or buffalo. On occasions the sweets made from  mik known as ‘Dudhpak’, ‘Basudi’ and from curd known as ‘Shrikhand’ were prepared and it was always a festive occasion. To add more taste mother also prepared fried pakodas or bhajia, which is a preparation from gram (chana) flour paste and slices of potatoes, onions or other vegetables. Such occasions were, religious festivals (festivals are many in Indian society), events like marriages and arrival of some important guests.    
            In season pickles from mango and other beans were made and stored, to consume during the year. Our dish was incomplete without pickles and ‘papad’, a special preparation from flours of pulses. This was also made and stored for the whole year.
            The main items for food, viz. grains and pulses were grown in our own farms and were stored to last for the whole year. My father had no fields for rice, which we used to buy for the whole year. To preserve the grain for the year, the rice and wheat were cleaned and coated with small quantity of castor oil (which prevented these grains from rotting). To store ‘juwar’ (millets), we used mercury mixed with cow-dung, made small cakes and dried. Sometimes while preparing such cakes, the mercury touched golden rings on the finger and the ring was immediately breaking into pieces. Some people also mixed dry neem leaves to preserve the grains.
            Milk produced from cattle was source of additional income and also a part of our daily meals. Mornings began with tea (Indian tea in which tea leaves are boiled in water mixed with milk and sugar). Unused milk was used to make curd (yogart) by fermenting. Within 3-4 days good quantity of curd was gathered. This was churned in a large earthen pot. After churning good quantity of white butter was produced, which we used to eat with bread. From such white butter, mother prepared ‘ghee’ (butter-oil) by boiling the white butter. In Indian tradition ghee is considered the most nutrient element. Many sweet delicacies are prepared with ghee as the fixers. Ghee is so much the part of Indian meal, it is also made from vegetable oils, by dehydrating them. This is a cheaper alternative and used when the real (pure) ghee is a costlier option in parties, festivals etc. and also by the people who cannot afford to buy real ghee. Ghee is also used for lighting lamps in prayers before God.
            While churning the curd, there also remained butter-milk (residual curd diluted in water known as ‘chhash’). It is also considered healthy drink and is also tasty. From such butter-milk, mother cooked ‘cari’ or ‘kadhi’ which is also a very popular variety to be eaten with rice. Butter-milk is popular after-meal drink in India even today. To make it tasty, normally little salt and jeera is mixed with it. When I was child, I used to join father or mother in such churning. Two ropes were rounded around a broad pole. Beneath it there used to be a wooden churner dipped into the curd. Two persons held two ends of their respective ropes and pulled, so that the churner moved round - to and fro which churned the curd.
            There was a garbage pit in the backyard. The cow-dung and other wastes were dumped into that. After harvesting when the farms were clean such pits were emptied and the compost fertilizer from such pit was spread into the farms. We hardly used chemical fertilizers.
            Whenever such churning was done, I used to move around our neighbours inviting them to collect the butter-milk, if they needed. Such invitations were also reciprocated when there was churning at neighbours’ places.
            For fire stoves, woods were normally cut and stored from the trees  on the border of our farms. The dry shrubs of the harvested grains also used for burning. We also had practice of preparing dried cakes of dung mixed with waste in the cattle-yard for burning with woods. Cooking gas was not available anywhere in those days. Sometimes, however, kerosene stove was used. Kerosene was basic necessity, because it was the only means of lighting lamps at night. When I was child kerosene was imported commodity and even today, major part of our requirement is imported.   
            Our village, like most villages, was almost self-dependent. There were skilled people like carpenters, blacksmith, goldsmiths, barbers, tailors, shoemakers, oil-extractors, priests residing in the villages. The economic cycle was wonderful. For example, like others, our male members of family used to get haircut and shaving, but had nothing to pay. At the time of harvesting the barber got his cut of grains and other requirements. Similar was the arrangements for most of other services, for most of the families. Shopkeepers allowed credits till the harvesting season.
            Roads in our village and to the nearby railway station and other places were uneven and dusty. During rainy season they used to turn into ankle-deep mud covered roads. We could not navigate such roads wearing shoes in those days. In other seasons they were quite dusty and when a bullock cart or cattle or any other vehicle (rare occasions) passed, a cloud of dust was created.

I have described the life-style in which I was born and brought up in previous part, so that I do not have to explain many things, I am going to write hereafter.

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My childhood


            I was born to a farmer couple, in a small village of rural India at a time when India was struggling for independence from British rule. I was the first child of my parents. So, as per the tradition of the Hindus, my mother was sent to my maternal uncle’s place to deliver her first baby-me. My birthplace, therefore, is the place of my mother’s parental home. That was also a small village, so it does not make difference whether I was born in my father’s home or my mother’s home. I say this only to clarify because my birth certificate shows my maternal uncle’s village, and not my father’s village as my place of birth. In those days, women, particularly of rural area, were delivering babies, not in any hospital under gynecological supervision with the help of trained nurses, but in their own residences, with the help of experienced women of the village who were known as ‘dai’ .
            Being the first child, that too a male child, was a source of extreme happiness for my parents. Female children were not welcome in those days, and even today, parents feel happier if they have a male child.
            My father had lost his parents in very early stage of his life, so I was not lucky to get love, care and attention of my grandparents. However, my father’s grandmother (his mother’s mother) was alive and I got abundant love from her. After the demise of my father’s parents, she had brought two sons of her daughter, to her place (village) to take care and raise them. My maternal uncle was a learned person. He had obtained degree in law and had started his career as a lawyer. Literacy rate in India, in those days, was very poor. Schools were few. So he had to live in Mumbai (Mumbai is the commercial capital of India) to pursue his studies and start career as a lawyer. He also worked part time in a newspaper as a column writer. He had no child. So my father and uncle got love and care from him like his own children. He was also very happy when I was born. My father and uncle were left in the village with my grandmother till they were grown up. Their education was limited only to primary education. No facilities were available in the village for further studies. My uncle was older than my father. So he got opportunity to go to Mumbai with maternal uncle and obtain a little more education. He also worked there and later started his own business. In the village, my father had to look after agriculture farming, which was the lively-hood of the family. So, his career was reduced to farming. He used to tell me that he also had gone Mumbai to work and did so for some time. But was requir.ed to return to village and engage in farming. Indian economy at that time was agriculture-based, and is even today All residents of villages are engaged in agricultural farming and more than 60 per cent population still leave in villages. 



            In this background, it was obvious that I was destined to live and educate in my village, where there was a primary school which catered education up to seventh standard. The boys and girls (very few girls ventured to study beyond primary education) who desired to study further were required to go to nearby city or town, make arrangements to stay there and study. This was very hard and costly. So many youngsters abandoned further studies, like my father, and settled into agriculture farming with their parents.
            As I said earlier, India was ruled by British, when I was born. There were more than 500 small and large independent princely states that were not under direct British rule, but were submissive to British government. Representatives of British government were posted in all such States. My village  was falling under one such small State kingdom - Sachin. The king, called Nawab, ruled his tiny kingdom of 21 villages with a population of not more than 50,000 under the State.

            I do not exactly remember, when my father’s maternal uncle and aunt died. I do not have their image in my memory. My mother sometimes said that I was lucky to play in his lap. So I deduce that they might have departed when I was between 1-3 years. As far back as my memory goes, I distinctly remember our family consisted of my father, his grandmother, my mother and later of my sisters. My father’s grandmother expired when I was studying in 5th or 6th standard at her age of about 90+ years. I remember she died of sickness for a short period. In those days medical facilities in villages were scanty. Medical practitioners were few and they preferred to practice in towns and cities. Fortunately there were 2 traditional medical practitioners (who treated patients with traditional  Ayurvedic medicine). So my great-grandmother was also treated by local Ayurvedic practitioner. She herself also knew some domestic medicines for trivial sicknesses and imparted her services to us. I do not remember, if I have taken any modern medicine till I became adult. 

I have given this auto-biography of me as 

'Biography of a Common Man'.

Introduction

This is the biography of a common man - a man who, like all common people, was born in a common family, brought up like millions of children of common families, who struggled for achieving something for being happy. By ‘common’ he is referred to as a person, who is neither a privileged person (privileged by power, position, prosperity etc.) nor a deprived person (deprived on social, economical, physical or other such basis). He is a person who struggled without losing hopes. 

He worked hard for being happy without having any perception about happiness. Sometimes he felt that he can be happy if he prospers; sometimes he felt that he can be happy if he is satisfied with what god has given him; sometimes he felt that he can be happy if he has an adoring family. Based on these feelings he worked hard to be prosperous, but when he failed he gave up and sought happiness in satisfaction. He worked for his family, for parents, brothers-sisters and, after marriage, his wife and felt that love of family is the real happiness. It would be better if we read it in his words as an autobiography.