‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ In addition to sharing bits and pieces of information about my life on many of the posts here, I have written specific posts covering my personal life. All these have been categorised under 'memoirs' . May be this is an opportunity to sum up the journey so far. Maybe, I could be revealing some aspects for the first time in a public forum.
I was born in a remote village in Odisha about half a century ago and spent my early childhood there..
Did all schooling and colleging in government schools and colleges at government expenses (was recipient of generous Government scholarships from class IV till Post-Graduation)
In our days, campus placement was unheard of, but I got a campus selection.
(The head of our High School Campus selected me to marry his daughter.)
After remaining an academic topper in all the exams till matriculation, decided to dip the academic graph so that I was able to join Indian Air Force, another childhood fascination. (Maybe to pay back part of the Govt. generosity bestowed on me during student days).
Now that our son has crossed fourteen, he is at par with both the parents and his elder sister to have all the rights in our democratic family where no one imposes anything on another, even though consultations and opinions are actively sought.
While in high school, wanted to become a monk, so ran away from home for a brief period (safely during summer vacation) and stayed in a stranger’s house in Puri near Jagannath Temple.
Spiritual depth came in life after coming in touch with my master Sri Sri Ravi Shankar and his Art of Living in 2001.
After living a vagabond life due to a frequently transferable service, came back to the city of my first love, Bengaluru, in 2011.
In 1996, was bereaved of my mother who was unique, like every one’s mother and in 2008, lost my father – a simple man who never imposed anything on me even in my childhood.
I am a monk who is yet to get his Ferrari – having fun living the contradictions of life – being a mystic and a man of the world at the same time; trying to delve into the depths of spirituality without getting biased or dogmatic towards anything.