PRELUDE
MY JOURNEY OF LIFE - I
(A Story that was never told to anybody)
PRELUDE
I am writing this story perhaps for myself, I wanted to look back what I wanted when I am more than seventy years of age. I wanted to see things which were not there, may be wanted to see them in imagination.
This journey is neither my life history nor a story or novel but my retrospection as I have observed my life which dates back to early nineteen fifties to till date.
I have just made an attempt to understand life from various perspectives, sometimes it was happy experience and sometimes painful but no doubt the journey has made me understand the reality of times, may be an inspiration for further learning.
Before I further proceed I must confess that I am a poor writer but an omnivorous reader, secondly, I plan a lot but cannot convert into writing, and above all, I am a lazy man as well as very un- methodical too. I don’t know what makes me to write this book, perhaps to recall my past, early child hood, my school days, and my struggle for sustenance.
In search of livelihoods, I had to move throughout India (almost) and Afghanistan. I have come across various communities (urban, rural and tribal). I have also experienced cultures of various communities, my friends because of my background in Anthropology. Once I read a poem, the beginning lines,” We can see things which are there. But why can’t we see things which are not there?” Unfortunately I have forgotten the name of the poet but I spent my whole life to see things which are not there. Still I am in look for, in my dream, boyhood and when I was adult. I have not given up my desire to see things which are not there?” Now I am an old man but still I hope to see things which are not there, and in my imagination I see them.
Now, in next paragraphs I will explain my childhood, school days, university life, exposures to bitter and happy experience, my feelings and finally my loss and gain – material as well mental. Self-justify the life as a cycle of learning.
