Answer to a common question.

I wish to share this weird dream with you,
A dream that not many can dream apart from a few!
I wanted to meet god over a cup of tea,
I wanted to find the meaning of life and its key…

So I took up my cell phone and dropped an sms,
He replied instantly and called me to his palace.
I am a shy person you know; I entered reluctantly,
“Wassup” said God showing gestures of modesty, instantly.

I had tea and now it was time for some questions,
I was eagerly waiting for his reactions.
“If you give me life, why do you bring me death?”
Life seems to be a gift that eventually becomes a surprise, sad.
“I exist but that is not till eternity.
I am happy but that is not till eternity.
Why exist if it is only temporary?
Why be happy if it is only temporary?

If humanity is the most prominent religion,
Why snatch away human relationships creating emotional friction?
I sometimes think life is no more than some illusion,
Life and death, happiness and misery… It’s always this confusion!

I love some people, I will lose them.
How to value life? When I lose them.
I want them, but I lose them.
I’m happy, if I have them.

I have no power; I am going to die,
Why live when I am going to die?
How should I live when I am going to die?
How to be alive when I am going to die?”

God was a patient listener all throughout this session,
But now it was time for his intervention.
He had to begin from the basics of life and death,
“Listen to me carefully now’, he said.

“Physical death is definitely the ultimate reality of life, truth it is,
And no one can escape corporal death, fact it is.
But there is definitely some twist in the tale,
Without knowing which, in the examination of life, you might fail.

In life, do not miss out to select the profession of your interest,
Only then would you be able to enjoy it to its best.
Make sure you put in infinite amount of love in your work,
That passion must reflect in the quality of your work.

When you attach a cause to your life, you become immortal,
Your work lives through ages though physically you are mortal.
You always live in the hearts of many; the purest form of victory,
I have created many men who did it this way; haven’t you studied history?

Break free from the shackles of dependency on the result; get over it,
It is simple, put in love and derive happiness from it; sleep over it
Your work becomes the cause behind your life before you realize,
Your life is incomplete without it, with time you recognize.
It becomes the reason for your existence and you were born to do it,
Breathe your passion, sleep it, eat it, talk it, be it and live it!

You have all the power, you will remain forever,
Live to fulfill the reason for your being, to remain forever.
This is all that I wanted to share with you, you see,
Wanna have a drink together or will you have some more tea?

I left his palace with a lot of admiration for his creation,
God has got brains! He taught me to live my passion.
From his palace I entered my sleep which was now disturbed in the dream’s presence,
So I woke up to give words to this weird dream; this poem after all is the cause behind my existence!

Answer to a common question.

I wish to share this weird dream with you,
A dream that not many can dream apart from a few!
I wanted to meet god over a cup of tea,
I wanted to find the meaning of life and its key…

So I took up my cell phone and dropped an sms,
He replied instantly and called me to his palace.
I am a shy person you know; I entered reluctantly,
“Wassup” said God showing gestures of modesty, instantly.

I had tea and now it was time for some questions,
I was eagerly waiting for his reactions.
“If you give me life, why do you bring me death?”
Life seems to be a gift that eventually becomes a surprise, sad.
“I exist but that is not till eternity.
I am happy but that is not till eternity.
Why exist if it is only temporary?
Why be happy if it is only temporary?

If humanity is the most prominent religion,
Why snatch away human relationships creating emotional friction?
I sometimes think life is no more than some illusion,
Life and death, happiness and misery… It’s always this confusion!

I love some people, I will lose them.
How to value life? When I lose them.
I want them, but I lose them.
I’m happy, if I have them.

I have no power; I am going to die,
Why live when I am going to die?
How should I live when I am going to die?
How to be alive when I am going to die?”

God was a patient listener all throughout this session,
But now it was time for his intervention.
He had to begin from the basics of life and death,
“Listen to me carefully now’, he said.

“Physical death is definitely the ultimate reality of life, truth it is,
And no one can escape corporal death, fact it is.
But there is definitely some twist in the tale,
Without knowing which, in the examination of life, you might fail.

In life, do not miss out to select the profession of your interest,
Only then would you be able to enjoy it to its best.
Make sure you put in infinite amount of love in your work,
That passion must reflect in the quality of your work.

When you attach a cause to your life, you become immortal,
Your work lives through ages though physically you are mortal.
You always live in the hearts of many; the purest form of victory,
I have created many men who did it this way; haven’t you studied history?

Break free from the shackles of dependency on the result; get over it,
It is simple, put in love and derive happiness from it; sleep over it
Your work becomes the cause behind your life before you realize,
Your life is incomplete without it, with time you recognize.
It becomes the reason for your existence and you were born to do it,
Breathe your passion, sleep it, eat it, talk it, be it and live it!

You have all the power, you will remain forever,
Live to fulfill the reason for your being, to remain forever.
This is all that I wanted to share with you, you see,
Wanna have a drink together or will you have some more tea?

I left his palace with a lot of admiration for his creation,
God has got brains! He taught me to live my passion.
From his palace I entered my sleep which was now disturbed in the dream’s presence,
So I woke up to give words to this weird dream; this poem after all is the cause behind my existence!

                                                                     

                                                                    A girl at Age of 6

She was a girl of age 6 ,age where girls usually have  their  own world where they  have a basket of dreams and imaginations .They are the  princess of  castles  having rosy red roses in  lawns  to stare, races  and admire their  beauties. This happens to every girl despite of rich or  poor,  black or white but the girl I met is uncommon ,farthest of all dreams and virtual perspectives  which a common girl  does. Suppressing or rather denying her own choices ,she is helping her father at age of 6 ,just at a age of 6 where being a boy i could never think of, doing is far to apply. She is a  girl with short baby cut hair mounted over her  fair glow  face  serving food at one restaurant .I was  screamed  as I saw her serving food  to  some gentlemen  .It was a Jain restaurant  where people usually take their meal  after getting  their work off  before sun sets. later i gotta know that she was helping her  physically challenged father voluntarily ,with full heart and joy .Offering food to each and every gentleman  eating there  ,describing the menu  from salad to end meal  and in between the segregation of same type of items  seems as she has been doing this from a quite long time. Her father doesn't own the restaurant ,he has been a cashier  there .As it was a small restaurant where  along with  cashing he has to deal with customer  ,their satisfaction  and service of demand .Being physically challenged he could not take frequent move as he has to crawl  down the floor to reach each and every customer. She goes to every customer, while the time she came to a table beside my friend   where she  has been called by a gentleman .

Girl -yes uncle, do yu need anything??(she asked politely)

Gentleman - no beta ,i am done .

I have something for yu.

He put his hand inside the pocket, take out his wallet and offered some money to her .

Girl- No uncle, my father told me to not take anything from anyone.(she requested and refused with her own kindness.)

Gentleman -No beta, it’s yur gift or blessings. (He urged)

He reiterates but girl keep on refusing .Later he asked to call her father.

They both went to cashier window.

Gentleman - I want to give her something ,right now i am having only money ,she can buy what she wants from that ,i request yu to please allow her to take .

Father- No, it's fine. (He adulates)

Her father didn’t like that someone offers money to her daughter.

Gentleman again made a humble request.

Gentleman -I am doing this just because she is doing a great job ,not just impressed by her serving the food or  for sake of sympathy  but for  being a daughter and voluntarily helping yu  ,is something that aroused me  .

Later he allowed her daughter to take.

Just at age of 6 ,she is a girl who is helping her father ,I don't think her father would have ever thought  perhaps he could be blessed  by fate for having a son .People appraises him for having a daughter, soft hearten ,  deluge of caring  and inspiring of being  non self seeking person,  far better than a boy. Her father was cursed by fate but blessed by a daughter like her. This is something that can be medicinal to the ill minded people who prefers son over a daughter.

Women are   more submissive, courteous, polite and have  a big heart and  care , about others  than they actually should. They are beautifully complicated and terrifyingly simple in a world that has no idea how to love them, respect them, praise them.

Her  courtesy for people, assistance for her father, imprinted in my friend’s mind. After having meal ,he came out with the gentleman and requested to ask her favorite fruits, and as per her liking he brought oranges and gave to the pretty girl .She happily accepted and went inside the restaurant.

                                                                     

                                                                    A girl at Age of 6

She was a girl of age 6 ,age where girls usually have  their  own world where they  have a basket of dreams and imaginations .They are the  princess of  castles  having rosy red roses in  lawns  to stare, races  and admire their  beauties. This happens to every girl despite of rich or  poor,  black or white but the girl I met is uncommon ,farthest of all dreams and virtual perspectives  which a common girl  does. Suppressing or rather denying her own choices ,she is helping her father at age of 6 ,just at a age of 6 where being a boy i could never think of, doing is far to apply. She is a  girl with short baby cut hair mounted over her  fair glow  face  serving food at one restaurant .I was  screamed  as I saw her serving food  to  some gentlemen  .It was a Jain restaurant  where people usually take their meal  after getting  their work off  before sun sets. later i gotta know that she was helping her  physically challenged father voluntarily ,with full heart and joy .Offering food to each and every gentleman  eating there  ,describing the menu  from salad to end meal  and in between the segregation of same type of items  seems as she has been doing this from a quite long time. Her father doesn't own the restaurant ,he has been a cashier  there .As it was a small restaurant where  along with  cashing he has to deal with customer  ,their satisfaction  and service of demand .Being physically challenged he could not take frequent move as he has to crawl  down the floor to reach each and every customer. She goes to every customer, while the time she came to a table beside my friend   where she  has been called by a gentleman .

Girl -yes uncle, do yu need anything??(she asked politely)

Gentleman - no beta ,i am done .

I have something for yu.

He put his hand inside the pocket, take out his wallet and offered some money to her .

Girl- No uncle, my father told me to not take anything from anyone.(she requested and refused with her own kindness.)

Gentleman -No beta, it’s yur gift or blessings. (He urged)

He reiterates but girl keep on refusing .Later he asked to call her father.

They both went to cashier window.

Gentleman - I want to give her something ,right now i am having only money ,she can buy what she wants from that ,i request yu to please allow her to take .

Father- No, it's fine. (He adulates)

Her father didn’t like that someone offers money to her daughter.

Gentleman again made a humble request.

Gentleman -I am doing this just because she is doing a great job ,not just impressed by her serving the food or  for sake of sympathy  but for  being a daughter and voluntarily helping yu  ,is something that aroused me  .

Later he allowed her daughter to take.

Just at age of 6 ,she is a girl who is helping her father ,I don't think her father would have ever thought  perhaps he could be blessed  by fate for having a son .People appraises him for having a daughter, soft hearten ,  deluge of caring  and inspiring of being  non self seeking person,  far better than a boy. Her father was cursed by fate but blessed by a daughter like her. This is something that can be medicinal to the ill minded people who prefers son over a daughter.

Women are   more submissive, courteous, polite and have  a big heart and  care , about others  than they actually should. They are beautifully complicated and terrifyingly simple in a world that has no idea how to love them, respect them, praise them.

Her  courtesy for people, assistance for her father, imprinted in my friend’s mind. After having meal ,he came out with the gentleman and requested to ask her favorite fruits, and as per her liking he brought oranges and gave to the pretty girl .She happily accepted and went inside the restaurant.

                                                  
                                                          Old man with his radio

                                                                  Lake site kankria .


Well summer reached ,people love to pass their time ,at the shore of the sea ,bank of the river or at the lake site .Being old ,he could not go to goa to lay down on  beach and put his radio on with romatic melodies of  his time .He  can't search for river banks as they are mostly occupied by  young couples and he couldn't  interrupt them  .At  the best  he can approach to near by lake ,where  he can cheers  himself with   old music of the time.
He was an old man had a fringe of white hair around his balding ,formally dressed  with clean shaved  sitting on a bench with  a dull posture,  denying  the  posterior support  ,  facing the dawning   of sun  with lake in front and passenger train at the back .i was sitting right in the front of him as i always get confused  whenever i visit public place ,i mean where to go ,how to go so at last i used to decide to just sit and enjoy.Sound with troughs  and crest in the frequency striking after a regular interval of time  ,first it was assumed as public park usually plays  this type of music but later  i noticed the old man adjusting the frequency  with the consistency to foreplay.His radio sound seems to be at the level of 80 db ,to it's maximum ,sounding like he is interested to play for all .Screening sound from his   radio on the lake site  ,buzzing   of whistle of passenger carrier adding a perfect effect  on the early night  with twinkling stars in the    fade moon light  .The kind of combination he set to the flowing waves with  low breeze at lake site adding a adorable scene with sound to the play.I haven't seen such kind of fantastic mood and fascinating moment created by a old man just by adjusting music and pinching it to the best level to the surrounding.
People love to enjoy their time in the way they themselves want it to  be enjoyed .They doesn't care what do yu feel or what do i feel about them .  Old man with his  radio ,playing old melodies in public place could be a sign  of free leaving ,no one can  dictate neither his daughter in law resists. No grandchildren to stop. He could feel his own presence in the world ,he imazined,far from the people in between the people. Remembering his old time ,his friends

People love to spend their time with their own friends .Time changes but the thing which always brings happiness with a sarcastic smile are the moments spent together with our old friends .Old music  bridges a person to those memorable moments which couldn't be bring back but can be  virtually seen ,heard and felt. We love old music ,old houses ,crafts ,idols and foremost the history of our own creativity ,activities which are incorporated by our friends .People supress their choice ,try to be obedient as per todays  sophisticated culture  but however it erupts  like the old man does at the lake site.

                                                  
                                                          Old man with his radio

                                                                  Lake site kankria .


Well summer reached ,people love to pass their time ,at the shore of the sea ,bank of the river or at the lake site .Being old ,he could not go to goa to lay down on  beach and put his radio on with romatic melodies of  his time .He  can't search for river banks as they are mostly occupied by  young couples and he couldn't  interrupt them  .At  the best  he can approach to near by lake ,where  he can cheers  himself with   old music of the time.
He was an old man had a fringe of white hair around his balding ,formally dressed  with clean shaved  sitting on a bench with  a dull posture,  denying  the  posterior support  ,  facing the dawning   of sun  with lake in front and passenger train at the back .i was sitting right in the front of him as i always get confused  whenever i visit public place ,i mean where to go ,how to go so at last i used to decide to just sit and enjoy.Sound with troughs  and crest in the frequency striking after a regular interval of time  ,first it was assumed as public park usually plays  this type of music but later  i noticed the old man adjusting the frequency  with the consistency to foreplay.His radio sound seems to be at the level of 80 db ,to it's maximum ,sounding like he is interested to play for all .Screening sound from his   radio on the lake site  ,buzzing   of whistle of passenger carrier adding a perfect effect  on the early night  with twinkling stars in the    fade moon light  .The kind of combination he set to the flowing waves with  low breeze at lake site adding a adorable scene with sound to the play.I haven't seen such kind of fantastic mood and fascinating moment created by a old man just by adjusting music and pinching it to the best level to the surrounding.
People love to enjoy their time in the way they themselves want it to  be enjoyed .They doesn't care what do yu feel or what do i feel about them .  Old man with his  radio ,playing old melodies in public place could be a sign  of free leaving ,no one can  dictate neither his daughter in law resists. No grandchildren to stop. He could feel his own presence in the world ,he imazined,far from the people in between the people. Remembering his old time ,his friends

People love to spend their time with their own friends .Time changes but the thing which always brings happiness with a sarcastic smile are the moments spent together with our old friends .Old music  bridges a person to those memorable moments which couldn't be bring back but can be  virtually seen ,heard and felt. We love old music ,old houses ,crafts ,idols and foremost the history of our own creativity ,activities which are incorporated by our friends .People supress their choice ,try to be obedient as per todays  sophisticated culture  but however it erupts  like the old man does at the lake site.

                                       

                                            Drought

water ,water ,water, but not a drop to drink.

we never know the worth of water till the well is dry.

Awakening early in the morning ,dying  of thirst ,searching for water and your camper found to be empty, for a while yu stuck ,starts searching for water ,screening the bottles  from top ,then middle and even to the bottom ,but unfortunately  in spite of wetted surface ,yu ended up without a single drop. Till the time ,your frustration dissolved in your blood ,activated your adrenal glands ,stroke your nervous system ,blocked yur power to think  and yu finally began abusing reklessely.
..what the fu***..
Where is water..
What the hell is with life ...not a single drop ... And yu start snatching to the things.Abusing the delivery boy.

It's the case of urban life where just not getting a drinkable water just for an hour  boils our blood .Here we expect water to be mineralised or atleat once passed through ion exchanger to adequate it's content to the permissible value . But on the other hand ,1/3 part of the country facing drought.  Drought  ,natural disaster where  expectations are just to have a few litres of water to survive .in some parts of  country especially  district  of maharashtra ,   where situation is more than severe ,just to fetch  10l  pot of water .A semi dig well in marathwada district offering a cohesive competetion to hundreds of people where they are not bothered of falling down ,being rushed or injured.just to fetch few litres of water ,they  endangered their lives.

Drought not only endagered physical life ,but  threatens   social life too.I do remember when my own district faced severe drought for 8 consecutive years from 1998 to 2006.We often had fights ,clashes which had a long live impact  on our  courtesy .Women had to walk a long distance under heavy sunstroke to fetch water for household use.Water scarcity changed  the mode of livelihood.One had  to invest 6 hours a day to just fetch 30 l of water which   cannot be imazined today.
Drought is a natural disaster ,which can affect both rural as well as urban area. But every time it seems to be more crucial for rural area just because of lack of infrastricture ,proper distribution system , rain water  harvesting methods  and transportation.india has a plenty of resources  of water in form of ponds, lakes  small streams ,and river with their tributories ,still the country  faces drought every year .several efforts were taken in past which have following facts .

During  Rajiv Gandhi, the Government  was lending its name to water schemes. Water supply was introduced in the social welfare sector in 1954. Since then, schemes have been introduced, withdrawn and reintroduced. To accelerate the pace of covering villages, the Central government introduced the Accelerated Rural Water Supply Programme (ARWSP) in 1972. It had barely been in operation for two years when it was withdrawn after the introduction of another scheme called the Minimum Needs Programme (MNP). But, to quote from the government's own records, "the ARWSP was reintroduced in 1997-78 when the progress of supply of safe drinking water to identified problem villages under MNP was not found to be focusing enough on problem villages".
To ensure coverage of all rural habitations and to preserve the quality of water, the National Drinking Water Mission (NDWM) was launched in 1986. In 1991, the same was corronated as the Rajiv Gandhi National Drinking Water Mission. Under the ARWSP, all villages and hamlets should have had safe drinking water by the end of the Eighth Plan period which ended in 1995. Six years later, in 2001, both the ARWSP and MNP are still at work. As of March 2000, 26,121 villages had not been covered and 2,13,331 only partially covered (getting less than 10 litre per capita a day).
Yet another scheme for water made sense if it helped accelerate the supply of water or if there was a shortage of funds under the existing schemes. Out of an outlay of Rs 1,960 crore for 2000-2001 for ARWSP, only Rs 848.76 crore had been spent in the first nine months. Similarly, for MNP, expenditure stood at Rs 751.82 crore as against an outlay of Rs 2,015.63 crore.
So our targets were never achieved ,neither the postulated programmes  could solve the water crisis in all villages of india .Atal bihari vajpayee government took some efforts to connect every drought prone areas with rivers and tributories to ensure adequate water supply but the target couldn't be accomplished.
Today ,  world has fibre channelling to process their data to speed of 2-3-4 gigabytes per second ,we too have schemes of digitilisation ,advance infrastructure development but on other side we don't have enough traportation which can facilate water supply to drought area ,people are dying of scarcity of water,farmers are commiting suicide because of crop failure ,it seems as we have adopted a paradigm to advance or perpectual growth in other sector but forgot to strenghthen the real power of nation which is  major contributing sector of agriculture.We forgot the sustainable deveopment ,development of every sector ,caste ,community and region.We seems to be more engagged in urban development  ,thinking it may leads to rural development which can possibly be incorrect or mislead .



 

                                       

                                            Drought

water ,water ,water, but not a drop to drink.

we never know the worth of water till the well is dry.

Awakening early in the morning ,dying  of thirst ,searching for water and your camper found to be empty, for a while yu stuck ,starts searching for water ,screening the bottles  from top ,then middle and even to the bottom ,but unfortunately  in spite of wetted surface ,yu ended up without a single drop. Till the time ,your frustration dissolved in your blood ,activated your adrenal glands ,stroke your nervous system ,blocked yur power to think  and yu finally began abusing reklessely.
..what the fu***..
Where is water..
What the hell is with life ...not a single drop ... And yu start snatching to the things.Abusing the delivery boy.

It's the case of urban life where just not getting a drinkable water just for an hour  boils our blood .Here we expect water to be mineralised or atleat once passed through ion exchanger to adequate it's content to the permissible value . But on the other hand ,1/3 part of the country facing drought.  Drought  ,natural disaster where  expectations are just to have a few litres of water to survive .in some parts of  country especially  district  of maharashtra ,   where situation is more than severe ,just to fetch  10l  pot of water .A semi dig well in marathwada district offering a cohesive competetion to hundreds of people where they are not bothered of falling down ,being rushed or injured.just to fetch few litres of water ,they  endangered their lives.

Drought not only endagered physical life ,but  threatens   social life too.I do remember when my own district faced severe drought for 8 consecutive years from 1998 to 2006.We often had fights ,clashes which had a long live impact  on our  courtesy .Women had to walk a long distance under heavy sunstroke to fetch water for household use.Water scarcity changed  the mode of livelihood.One had  to invest 6 hours a day to just fetch 30 l of water which   cannot be imazined today.
Drought is a natural disaster ,which can affect both rural as well as urban area. But every time it seems to be more crucial for rural area just because of lack of infrastricture ,proper distribution system , rain water  harvesting methods  and transportation.india has a plenty of resources  of water in form of ponds, lakes  small streams ,and river with their tributories ,still the country  faces drought every year .several efforts were taken in past which have following facts .

During  Rajiv Gandhi, the Government  was lending its name to water schemes. Water supply was introduced in the social welfare sector in 1954. Since then, schemes have been introduced, withdrawn and reintroduced. To accelerate the pace of covering villages, the Central government introduced the Accelerated Rural Water Supply Programme (ARWSP) in 1972. It had barely been in operation for two years when it was withdrawn after the introduction of another scheme called the Minimum Needs Programme (MNP). But, to quote from the government's own records, "the ARWSP was reintroduced in 1997-78 when the progress of supply of safe drinking water to identified problem villages under MNP was not found to be focusing enough on problem villages".
To ensure coverage of all rural habitations and to preserve the quality of water, the National Drinking Water Mission (NDWM) was launched in 1986. In 1991, the same was corronated as the Rajiv Gandhi National Drinking Water Mission. Under the ARWSP, all villages and hamlets should have had safe drinking water by the end of the Eighth Plan period which ended in 1995. Six years later, in 2001, both the ARWSP and MNP are still at work. As of March 2000, 26,121 villages had not been covered and 2,13,331 only partially covered (getting less than 10 litre per capita a day).
Yet another scheme for water made sense if it helped accelerate the supply of water or if there was a shortage of funds under the existing schemes. Out of an outlay of Rs 1,960 crore for 2000-2001 for ARWSP, only Rs 848.76 crore had been spent in the first nine months. Similarly, for MNP, expenditure stood at Rs 751.82 crore as against an outlay of Rs 2,015.63 crore.
So our targets were never achieved ,neither the postulated programmes  could solve the water crisis in all villages of india .Atal bihari vajpayee government took some efforts to connect every drought prone areas with rivers and tributories to ensure adequate water supply but the target couldn't be accomplished.
Today ,  world has fibre channelling to process their data to speed of 2-3-4 gigabytes per second ,we too have schemes of digitilisation ,advance infrastructure development but on other side we don't have enough traportation which can facilate water supply to drought area ,people are dying of scarcity of water,farmers are commiting suicide because of crop failure ,it seems as we have adopted a paradigm to advance or perpectual growth in other sector but forgot to strenghthen the real power of nation which is  major contributing sector of agriculture.We forgot the sustainable deveopment ,development of every sector ,caste ,community and region.We seems to be more engagged in urban development  ,thinking it may leads to rural development which can possibly be incorrect or mislead .



 

Life For Others

“I was a professor at S.P Jain when I noticed that all of the social project reports submitted by students spoke about lack of primary education in rural areas. As a teacher, I felt the need to contribute somehow to rural areas, so a few professors and I began teaching students in government schools over the weekend but the root of the problem was still that there was no proper primary education.
2 professors and I wanted to start a school of our own, but had no funds to do it. I had been a part of the corporate world, so I thought - ‘how difficult can it be?’ The answer is very. I wrote to 250 big corporates, attended meeting after meeting, but got rejected every single time. None of these big companies wanted to invest in a whole school but just events like sports day which would help them promote their brand. I began to think, where else could I collect money from? That’s when the idea struck me that Bombay trains were the one place where I could talk to people and collect money from the people FOR the people.
In September 2010, on the train from Goregaon I made my first announcement in the first class compartment and told people why I wanted their money. I then walked through the train with my donation box and on that first ride, managed to collect 700 Rupees!
Since then, every single day I spend 7 - 8 hours on the local asking for money from people and in 5 years have collected over 1 crore Rupees from trains and other angels who’ve heard of me and want to donate. It hasn’t always been easy - people have said I’m a cheat and a liar, called me a beggar and I’ve even been arrested but none of those things matter when the end result today speaks for itself. We have built 5 English Medium schools in rural India which educate 480 students upto the 4th standard.
One such area is Yavatmal where farmer suicides were rising. After the school was constructed a media person asked a mother there what the school means to her. What she said next, changed my perception of life itself. She said, ‘Our husbands want to commit suicide, we don’t have money for even one meal a day, but what this school gives us is hope. This man is like God to me’ and the only thing I thought was that every person who has donated to this cause is a God in his own way and that thought gives me goosebumps.
So there you have it - I’m educated, a professor but still often referred to as a beggar by profession. But I have no complaints…if being a beggar allows me to do what I do, I accept being called a beggar until my last breath.”

Life For Others

“I was a professor at S.P Jain when I noticed that all of the social project reports submitted by students spoke about lack of primary education in rural areas. As a teacher, I felt the need to contribute somehow to rural areas, so a few professors and I began teaching students in government schools over the weekend but the root of the problem was still that there was no proper primary education.
2 professors and I wanted to start a school of our own, but had no funds to do it. I had been a part of the corporate world, so I thought - ‘how difficult can it be?’ The answer is very. I wrote to 250 big corporates, attended meeting after meeting, but got rejected every single time. None of these big companies wanted to invest in a whole school but just events like sports day which would help them promote their brand. I began to think, where else could I collect money from? That’s when the idea struck me that Bombay trains were the one place where I could talk to people and collect money from the people FOR the people.
In September 2010, on the train from Goregaon I made my first announcement in the first class compartment and told people why I wanted their money. I then walked through the train with my donation box and on that first ride, managed to collect 700 Rupees!
Since then, every single day I spend 7 - 8 hours on the local asking for money from people and in 5 years have collected over 1 crore Rupees from trains and other angels who’ve heard of me and want to donate. It hasn’t always been easy - people have said I’m a cheat and a liar, called me a beggar and I’ve even been arrested but none of those things matter when the end result today speaks for itself. We have built 5 English Medium schools in rural India which educate 480 students upto the 4th standard.
One such area is Yavatmal where farmer suicides were rising. After the school was constructed a media person asked a mother there what the school means to her. What she said next, changed my perception of life itself. She said, ‘Our husbands want to commit suicide, we don’t have money for even one meal a day, but what this school gives us is hope. This man is like God to me’ and the only thing I thought was that every person who has donated to this cause is a God in his own way and that thought gives me goosebumps.
So there you have it - I’m educated, a professor but still often referred to as a beggar by profession. But I have no complaints…if being a beggar allows me to do what I do, I accept being called a beggar until my last breath.”