A Ghost in ( पूर्ण आश्रम ) Poorna Ashram-DAV College Hostel, DehraDun

 In 1953 July,  after my High School from HIC, Chandpur, I took admission in DAV College , DehraDun. I was given a seat in Dayanad Ashram - a hostel of the college on campus. After some time, all the students of first year ( 11th class) were transferred to Poorna Ashram, another very small hostel of the college , also on the campus. It was wonderful location on the west side of the college , having varandah on both the sides of our rooms. One varandah opening towards DBS College ( then DAV Inter College ). Our warden , Prof Pathak, HOD, Law Department lived next to our hostel; His wife died just a few months ago and there was a rummer that as a Ghost, she lived on a giant tree in front of the house of the warden . There was a water tap just under the tree.

Budh Deo Sharma ( from Najibabad) was on one of our classmate who also lived in Poorna Ashram, one day  had a bet that anyone  dare to get a tumbler of water from that water tap in the middle of night because of the presence of the ghost.Though I was young at the age of 17 years, did not believe in the ghost. I accepted the challenge and went in dark night at about 12 midnight time to fetch the water. As I reached, I heard strange voices coming out from the huge tree ,and as I reached there , some thing started coming down slowly. I took my water and snatched the object coming down. To my surprise, I found that it was a blanket which was lowered by Budh Deo , he also got down from the tree with strange figure and sound. Any way the drama was over with a climax. I gave him a good beating for staging this scary drama. Perhaps, it could have been a fatal incident for a weak heart. I reported the incident to Prof Pathak and he was very furious on Budh Deo. Later Part is not interesting for this blog.

Be brave, there is no Ghost, it is made by people to create scary stories.

 

My life and my Destiny 1

When young, I never realized many facts of the life as there was no time to look back and assess the events of life. As usual, most people are busy in making the career., looking after the family and extended family ; busy at job and many such things. It is the retirement when, you are free from such activities and you have time to go back and look into past happenings and analyse them with new perspectives and perceptions with cumulative knowledge and experience through all these years of life.
I feel that my life was guided and shaped perfectly by my destiny especially after 1953. I passed my High School Examination with good scores . Having no more facility for science education in Hindu Inter College, I decided to go DehraDun to study Science for my Intermediate Examination at DAV College- one of the best school around in those days. I had no guides, mentors or consulars and my parents and family members were not capable to guide me for my education and career. Who decided to choose DAV College for my further education? my destiny !!! I was living in Pooran  Ashram (Hostel on the campus ) sharing the room with Satya Prakash Agrawal from Jwalapur - a very serious and brilliant student. My grandfather, Shri Har Prashad ji once came from Muzaffarnagar to visit me and guided and directed me to change the subjects from Biology to Physics and was switched over to Chemistry, Mathematics and Physics Group as he thought it would provide me wider opportunity for my career instead limiting myself only for medical career with Biology group. My course of career was changed for ever. Destiny guided my grandfather to visit me and advised me, rather forced me to change the courses. The College was good with very good teachers who cared about good students and especially about me. Laboratories were good. The education was of very high quality. I was satisfied with my education and environment and rest of the things. I made some very good friends in a very short period. I liked the place and I wished if I could live here for ever. ( Perhaps, GOD listened to me and kept in mind for some other time; Later in 1961, I got the job with ONGC with its Head Quarters in DehraDun ). If I would have continued over here, my career and life would have been different. But, my Destiny changed the course of my life again.

Some times in Late August, I got a letter from the Principal of Hindu Inter College that they have started Science courses over there and I must join back the college. Thinking that I will enjoy to live at home with my Nani who loved and cared for me so much, without any second thought , I came back to Chandpur .  This changed the course of life again- the DESTINY. This new environment for science courses did not provide appropriately good education and motivation and hence lost my scores to second division mainly based on my memory not understanding the concepts properly ( not realized at that time ).

Joined Meerut College for my B.Sc. I have separately written about a loss of my year education over there: Read that blog here; It was designed by my destiny to leave this college and place for some other program in its plan for future. Having no reasonable idea as why should I go to BHU for my further education, I went there. why ?? Even my friends and parents asked me as why should I go to BHU? I did not know for sure?? Even , my attempt to seek admission to BHU was half-hearted; In-spite of the fact that my admission would be cancelled if I did not deposit the fee in time, I paid only some amount , a fraction of the fee, not full.I did not like Chemistry, so I decided to take any other combination without Chemistry. The best option was Physics, Mathematics and Geology ( known popularly in BHU as PMG group.) Knowing nothing about Geology, I chose this subject but in the first and orientation class Prof Mukherjee told as what we have to study in Geology and had shown the Books, Holms Physical Geology, ........ for all the various branches of Geology; It was so scaring that I went back to College office to change it for any other subject but College office refused not to make any changes at this time. All the programmes were finalized by then. Destiny decided to go for this group. Perhaps, preparing me for Geophysics as PMG was the requirement of admission for post graduate programme in Geophysics.
The story is getting longer, I passed my B.Sc. in 1958; continued.........

Lost opportunities

What we get in life is just according to our prarabhad  ( प्रारभ्ध ) ! several opportunities come in the life but we get what is reserved for us. At this stage of life, in retirement when I go back to the life journey, I find that I lost many very good opportunities , here I would like to give a few important ones which have changed the direction and the situation ( दिशा तथा दशा ) of my life .
1. ACADEMIC opportunity with BHU:
I was a very favourite student of Prof. Rathor , who was my guide also for my M.Sc. Thesis. I was his  most trusted student ( He gave me even an examination  Question Paper to set for final examination on his behalf) .Prof Rathor wanted me to join the Department as Assistant Professor and simultaneously register for the Ph.D research. He even discussed the topic for Ph.D. work and the whole process of completing the work and also the future academic program and career. I would have been certainly benefitted  under his  care  and my future would have been safe and successful under his  guidance. I would have been a faculty of a very prestigious University not only of India but of the world. A house on the campus, academic environment and an institution with full of  activities. etc etc. I missed the opportunity. DESTINY never wanted me to go that way.

2. HIGHER EDUCATION in Canada :

My external examiner for my M.Sc. Thesis was Prof A.E. Beck, Professor and Head of the Department of Geophysics, University of Western Ontario, London, Canada. He was very much impressed with my thesis work and invited me to work with him for a Ph.D. program. He was quite keen and interested  that I should join his Department. I missed the great opportunity by declining his offer as  my own priorities and responsibilities at that time were different and forced me to take that action. When I think about that opportunity now living in Canada as what could have been my life and career if I would have come to Canada in 1961 ( almost 60 years ago). Unthinkable and unimaginable . Lost the opportunity . DESTINY never wanted my life to be that way.


3. ONGC:
I joined ONGC in 1961 with my first attempt of interview. Dr. Hari Narain, One of the Superintending Geophysicist ( SG) , next to the Director, Mr. B.S.Negi in seniority was the Chairman of the interview Board, Mr. Sengupta, and Prof. Amlendu Roy were the other members of the Board. During the interview process , Dr. Hari Narain asked me to show the copy of  my M.Sc. Thesis to him and all the members of the board, complimenting my work that this report has given the idea of the Offshore prospecting  about which even ONGC did not know so far. He further told that he was the examiner of this thesis work and he was very much impressed with it and thinking to write to the Department of Geophysics, BHU that he wanted to see me.
I was selected and enjoyed working with ONGC till December 1976 in different positions, different kinds of responsibilities , doing different kinds of work; Obtained very rich experience . Describing my work and experience will take very long space here, hence some other time and in another context. ONGC is and was the best organization in India to work. . My Director, Shri S.N. Talukdar was not happy that I was leaving ONGC and even mentioned that if I wish he could get the whole process reversed for me to join back. Any way, now when I see my friends and colleagues who retired from ONGC, nicely settled with all the facilities one could think of, I feel I committed a mistake. I came later in 1980 to visit India and went to see Mr Talukdar . In fact he really helped me out of way  to get my Visa for Nigeria. He invited me for the breakfast at his home, though I was little shy to be with such a high ranking person, I visited him at his home; He was then Member Exploration and told me that if I was still interested to come back to ONGC. He will fix me with proper rank and salary etc. Also mentioned the concept of Voltage and Amperage  (Power and Income); He gave me time to think about it. I declined the offer and certainly lost the opportunity to work for ONGC and enjoy the life in my retirement like my friends.  DESTINY never wanted me to live that kind of life.

4. LAND in DehraDun:

I have been looking for a small piece of land to construct a house. I got a very good deal and arranged the land for my friends and well wishers; The plots were taken by Mr. Talukdar, Mr Mathur, Mr.MC Agarwal, Mr. MP. Agarwal, Mr Chaudhry and me; it was a great location on EC Road , very near to MKP College ; I decided to go to Nigeria hence returned all the papers for buying the land , deciding not to buy the land. Others constructed nice houses and enjoyed living in DehraDun: The cost of land appreciated not hundreds of time but thousands of time because of Uttrakhand and its capital as DehraDun , Lost opportunity;

Another land piece just by the side of my younger brother , Mohan was available to me through Pradeep Gupta : Mohan took half the land for Rs.20,000/- and the double of it on the corner side ( roads on three sides while Mohan had only on one side) was offered to me for Rs.40,000/- not grabbed , recently sold for Rs. 10 Lakhs. Lost opportunity; 

Thus, lost academic opportunities to get better qualifications and career  ( Twice) ; Lost my wonderful career with ONGC; ( Twice ); also lost financial gain opportunities by not having land in DehraDun ( twice); Well, I very strongly believe in  DESTINEY which carried me along as it was decided.

Har Prasad ji : Baba ji, Dadi ji (BOBO)

In my another blog, I have written the history of my family giving all the facts, I could know from my elders;https://www.blogger.com/u/1/blogger.g?blogID=7434278182063497637#editor/target=post;postID=3162980977026679503;onPublishedMenu=allposts;onClosedMenu=allposts;postNum=2;src=postname

In that blog, I wrote in short about one of my gradfather,s younger brother - youngest brother as following:

Shri Har Prasad Vaish , the youngest of grandfather,s  brother lived in Muzaffarnagar as his wife, Dadi ji  ( popularly known as BOBO) from Dadri was the only child of her parents and she inherited property in Muzaffarnagar. Baba ji was educated, high school , used to speak good English ( how and where was he educated ????); He was a civil contractor; both Dadi ji and Babaji were excellent persons and very social , affectionate and caring people. They were quite visible all over during all the occasions/celebrations  of the family.They had three daughters=Indira ji, Kamla ji and Ramla ji; Indira Buwa ji was married to an engineer, Shri Jai Prakash Agrawal , son of shri (Master) Ram Nivas ji in Bijnor, later settled in Jabalpur. Ramla ji and Kamla ji also settled in Muzaffarnagar after the death of Babaji. He was great man and we have yet to see a person of his style in our family. I have several memories of my own experience with him. I will write them somewhere else.  It is time  now to write some thing about them:

Both of them were excellent persons with all standards. They were most visible persons not only in our family but among all their relations and friends. They were the persons who will take responsibilty by themselves;
1. Dadi jee will be the first person to arrive in all our social functions be it a marriage ceremony, or naming ceremony. She will take responsibility that all the guests are properly served at all the occasions- breakfast, lunch, dinner, milk for the children, their comfort and every thing , no body to blame the main host for any deficiencies and they were not there under her command and control; Her voice was heard every where.She was able and capable managing these affairs perfectly well ; and she was very strong link and coordinator in establishing the relationships among all the family members.
2. My younger brother Santosh had problem getting admission in M.Sc. (Chemistry) with the combination of Geology, Geography and Chemistry in B.Sc. as Agra University did not recognize this combination for M.Sc. Admission. When I failed to do anything in DehraDun and elsewhere, I casually mentioned to Dadi jee about it as I knew that she has lot of influence in Muzaffar Nagar. She immediately accepted the responsibilty and contacted the relevent people connected to College management. Management forced the Principal to admit him out of way and make an acceptable precedence for the University. Santosh stayed comfortably with her for a year during his M.Sc. previous before moving to DehraDun for final year. Commendable, what Santosh is to day with his M.Sc. degree in Chemistry, it is due to her efforts..
3, I do remember another incident when I took admission in first year of Intermediate in DAV College, DehraDun. He of his own initiative visited me in DehraDun and asked about the details of my study programme; discussed at length the prons and cons for the combination I had ( Biology group; Chemistry, Zoology and Botany  ) ; went to the Principal and asked him to change it to Chemistry, Physics and Maths without asking me or my parents. He used his own authority . Who can take such kind of step these days even for his own children? He was a good advisor and councellor .That was the kind of responsibilty and authority , people used to take then. relations were very informal and cordial ; I remember, I used to go and stay with them in Muzaffarnager  without any hasitation. or inhibition. Whole family was very affectionate and caring.
4. My M.Sc. education in BHU was partly financed by Babajee very informally and willingly. The help was offered by him not that we requested him to do so. Of course, I very gratefully tried to refund the whole amount he paid when I got my job with ONGC.
5. On the occasion of  matrimonial engagement, Dadi jee could not come to join my family. She sent Ramla Buwa jee to accompant the family to Aligarh ;
Both of them were most respected persons by all our family members.

EMOTIONAL MOMENTS with my youngest brother: Krishna Mohan Lal Garg

It was 2002 when we ( myself, Sameer and Sapna ) visited India; After visiting several places, Sameer went back to USA from Hyderabad via Bombay; Myself and Sapna , after visiting a few more places, came to visit my youngest brother and his family in DehraDun. In short, I used to call him MOHAN.
After staying a few days with them, we also came to USA. Our friend, PNMathur , Madhu-, Pradeep,,s wife ( very affectionate person) came to see us off at DehraDun Railway station. Train was to leave for Delhi, Mohan hugged me very strongly and started crying aloud as we were departing for ever. It was a great emotional moment for us. It became even more special when he left / departed in real after a few months. Whenever I think about that moment, I become very sad. Perhaps Mohan  had premonition that we are departing for ever. शायद  उसको  आभास होगेया था कि भाविशिये  में , अब, भेंट नहीं होगी! 

EMOTIONAL Moment; Going to Nigeria

In another blog, I wrote another emtional moment of my parents.
https://www.blogger.com/u/1/blogger.g?blogID=7434278182063497637#editor/target=post;postID=8585261243208826873;onPublishedMenu=allposts;onClosedMenu=allposts;postNum=3;src=postname

December 1976, I wound up my job with ONGC and my living from DehraDun. For winding up process, I was so busy and things were messed up that I could not call my mother to stay with us for some time. While going by train from DehraDun to Delhi to join my job in Nigeria, my mother came to see us at JWALAPUR railway station  ( she was living with my younger brother- Lakshmi Narain in Jwalapur that time ; perhaps, he was working in BHEL for HSCL ).
My mother was almost crying like a cow separated from  her calf. The train was moving and she was going along with it. It was very emotional event for me. It always remain in my memory.

Emotional moments of my parents

It was December, 1966 that I was leaving for Madras/Karaikal to work with electrical prospecting party of ONGC. My parents came to visit us in DehraDun.  During those days, there used to be a very few buses for Delhi from DehraDun; Bus stand was also almost on the roadside near Lakshmi talkies.Malanki was only a few months old- a loving child. My parents were very emotional on our departure to Madras, they did not like that we should go that far with our so little child; standing by the side of the bus both were crying and my father was even more emotional with his tears in his eys and crying; they were very sad as the bus left. They were supposed to catch their own train after some time from the Railway station which was near to Bus stand.
It was really a very touchy moment for me. How much love, they had for their grandson. Ofcourse, he was the first grandchild in the family . I never saw my parents so emotional before. We left for Delhi/Madras with very heavy heart.

We lost him young: My younger brother: Krishan Mohan Lal Garg

Krishan Mohan Lal Garg was our youngest  brother. We used to call him MOHAN. He had been happily settled and living with his family in DehraDun. He was only about 50 years when he suddenly died in an accident on November 21, 2002. He left behind his young widow, Rashmi, recently married girl Ruchi and two very young school going daughters, Anchal ( Chhotu) and Kalyani (Mona). In fact, this was not an accident . He was sick for  with very High Blood pressure and Cholesterol for quite some time.  He and no body paid any serious attention about his health. Adequate precaution and treatment was not given to him. He died of brain hemorrhage because of his acute and bad health due to these serious diseases.
He was the  simple , modest, very loving and caring person. He will accept any responsibility without any reservations . He had special consideration, respect and affection for me.
He came to see me off  at DehraDun Railway station when I was leaving for USA in August 2002. While departing , he was crying so much as if we were departing for ever. Perhaps, he had premonition about it.
In September , 2002 When Sarvesh (Chhutkoo) was born , he was so happy that he told my another brother, Virendra and my uncle , Shri Ved Prakash ji  and visited them with sweets.
He was very respectful for all his elders especially for me; always stood by me for any help. He was ever ready to help us wholeheartedly.
I feel very sorry and sad about his premature demise. I always feel his absence. Any way, he completed his mission of this life.
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A lost Charitable Trust

A lost charitable Trust

A charitable trust which could have been a reality for a good cause of the society and community is lost for no reason. 

One of my uncle had very lucrative job and earned a lot of money even after his retirement from the active service. He had no children and while young , he wished to adopt one. My mother very clearly refused his request as he very keenly wanted to adopt me . He took me several times to live with him and lured me with many of the gifts and toys etc. He and my aunt were very much interested in adopting me as their child. They loved and cared for me a lot. I stayed with them in Meerut and Lucknow even though it was difficult for me to stay alone without the company of other children and especially my friends from the village. Finally, they adopted the daughter of my aunt’s sister.

My aunt died after a few years of my uncle’s retirement. She was never satisfied and happy in her life as she wanted children of her own. My uncle was very rich with wealth and property. His  adopted daughter also settled nicely with her family. Her family and children were all quite well off in their jobs, wealth and property, etc. The children of his extended family (like all of us and the children of my other uncle) were also well settled independently. None of us needed his money, wealth or property.

On various occasions, I mentioned to him that he should establish a charitable trust for the benefit of less privileged ones as he has no other responsibility and obligations for his friends, relatives including his daughter. I also tried to convince him through some anonymous letters that he should establish a trust in the name of my aunt to get at least some rewards of his good deeds in his next life. Perhaps, the influence of his daughter was so much that he could not do anything. The resources which could have been used for some good cause of the society went all to his daughter after his death in December, 2008. He certainly had some special interest in me. 

I intuitively visited him with Sameer and his family in September 2008. I have a special photograph showing him with me, Sameer and his chiIdren - a photograph showing four generation together. 

Having no children of his own, his karam Kshetra was limited which he could have easily extended by establishing this trust carrying on his memory and legacy. It is the destiny that my mother did not agree for the adoption, otherwise, those resources would have passed on to me and I would have put his wealth to good use for others. 

Otherwise also, as per my destiny based on my life experiences and reality, I am not destined to own unearned wealth and property. That is explained in another blog.

Virendra Singh NEGI

Mr. Virendra Singh Negi was our good friend almost from the beginning we landed in Ibadan , Nigeria. He paased away in November, 2010 after a brief illness of two years; lungs and urinary problems; He was a mechanical engineering graduate of Roorkee University of 1950s. He belonged to DehraDun where he had his lot of property in Karanpur and on Sahstradhara Road - worth crores of Rupees now. He was very hard working, sincere and humble person . In Ibadan, in that Match Factory where he was the Chief Engineer/Head of Technical services, was running the factory almost alone in all capacities. He had very few friends among Indian community but we had very close relationship with him.. He very affectionately cared for us. He had a son, Rajendra, two lovely daughters , Lakshmi and Rukmini; Mrs Negi was very simple and modest lady. The whole family was very nice and caring. We had lots of mutual visits to each others places.
I have been searching him through all the possible sources for years but fortunately, I found Rajendra on Linkedin social network and I was reconnected to his family  just a few days ago. I feel sorry and sad, knowing that Mr. Negi passed about two years ago.I miss him a lot. I wonder he must be passing his time in his retirement without any work.
This morning, I called Rajendra, talked to him and his mother and expressed my feelings about our friend.

Madhu Gupta: Obituary

Dear Madhu wife of Pradeep Gupta died to day in DehraDun.She came this family with a great luck and fortune. She was the only daughter of rich parents of Saharanpur Chowk, DehraDun.They had lot of property around that place.Madhu by nature was wonderful lady- very caring, very loving and very good organizer of the family affairs and maintaining good relationships with all. We always had wonderful time with her and she always treated us much more than we expected out of our relationship with her and the family. We will be missing her so badly.She will certainly have better assignment in her next life.She will ever remain in our memory for her love, care and affection for us.
Among the ladies, she was our last link in the family after the demise of Bhabhi ji.We do not know the next. We wish to be still closely associated with them.
My father,s second cousin, Smt. Ram Katori ( buwa ji ) , sister of Shri Babu Ram and Sita Ram was married to Shri Babu Ram Gupta of Chandpur where they hardly lived. My contact with this family was in 1950s when they were living in a small house in Sevak Ashram Road,and later closely in 1953 when I got my admission in DAV College, DehraDun and lived for a short period in a private hostel run by the family at Cement Road.The family has been struggling a lot for a long time, moved from Chandpur to Bijnor ( where, bhai Ram Gopal ji almost of the age of my mother, came in close contact with my mother when my father was doing his internship in District Hospital, Bijnor ; my mother used to tell that she had very cordial relationship with the family); though buwa ji, our main relation was very different kind of person, not so caring or loving but Phoopha ji , Bhai saheb and bhabhi ji were unusually most caring and loving- inviting;They ran different kind of businesses- like typing school, bicycle repairing and renting, milk vending, cloth merchant, hotelling etc. but their main source of living was Bhai Saheb,s hard earned income for typing in the court. He was known as the best typist in the court.They were very much frustrated and disappointed from all their efforts, were discomfort able.
It was another story of DESTINY- bhabhiji,s sister was married in a very rich family while she was living in this small place as her tenant.Som as Bhabhi used to call her brother was also placed in a good place as scientist in NPL.
Phoopha ji and bhai saheb will always be pleased to welcome us in their house any time we visited them.We have been enjoying great relationship with the family. There are so many stories to write about them here.

Krishna Kant Singh

A strange story of my friend, K.K.; During my study for B.Sc. in BHU, I had many different kinds of friends, some good for going to restaurants/mess etc ( like Kr. Diwakar Vikram Singh, may be , I will write a seperate story about him ); for music, P.N.Agrawal, Victor Jeysellan; for visiting temples, Krishan Vallabh Paliwal, Roshan Lal Khandelwal, P.N.Agrawal ; etc. etc. but K.K. was a different kind of friend. He was lonely , isolated and reserved to himself. Perhaps, I was the only friend in whom, he could confide and talk about his personal life. He was very handsome, tall and princely like personality.I do not remember as how we became friends ( may be because I was very outgoing socially and used to be friend of any one ). I never had any thing in common with him like any class or hostel etc.I was living in Ruia Hostel while he was in Braucha Hostel.But we were very good friends though met only occasionally.
He told me his personal story at the time of departure after B.Sc.Examination ( he was quite emotional and said that to day he must share his secret with me). He said that he  was a son of a prostitute and he never knew as who his father is? though his mother knew who the father was but never revealed to him.She was moving from Lucknow to Faizabad to Ghazipur etc. according to her convenience, clients and market.She took care of KK very well from the childhood, kept him away from her own environment; sent him to the best schools for the best education as money was not a problem for her. Any way finally, he came for his B.Sc. to BHU in 1956 and passed his B.Sc. in 1958. Before departing from BHU, he came to me and he was very sad about our separation and departure. I gave my address but he told that he does not have one which is permanent but he will keep me in touch with his development and progress in life though , perhaps, will never meet again.
We left the BHU and Banaras to our respective home towns.It is then in September 1958, he wrote me from Calcutta that he has been admitted to Marine Engineering course with the influence of his auntie ( means another prostitute and colleague of his mother working in Calcutta; and those people responsible for his admission are the clients of this woman ). No letter or information for years; lost the contact for several years; then he wrote again that life is getting better and he is getting settled with his very lucrative job and posting in London, U.K.; then again lost the contact and I completely forgot about him as I got busy in my own job and family.
It was December 1976, I was preparing to join UI , Ibadan, Nigeria, one evening while shopping or roaming in Paltan Bazar, DehraDun, some one tapped me at my back. It was KK after 18 years of gap, but we did not loose time and our memory to recognize each other. He told me in brief that he is now posted at DehraDun as Regional Manager, UP.Industrial Corporation after his retirement from marine services ( normally marine services are of short duration because of hardship and nature of those services ).He gave his address of Rajpur Road ( probably, 74 Rajpur Road ) and invited me to visit him, his mother who now lives with him and his family.I visited him and his very happy mother and family; very satisfying for every one. He married this girl in London with his background then. He loves and respects his mother very much and the whole family , his children and wife, they just live like a normal Indian family. No body cares or cared to go into the details of the family background. He told me that that chapter is closed with this a new start. Great. Great mother, worshipful like a DEVI. She did all whatever she could do to bring him up to give a grand and fresh life. DESTINY, otherwise people are lost in the jungle of this nasty world.I left for Nigeria and now again 35 years have passed, no news of him. I hope and wish that he has nicely settled after his final retirement. For me, it is not easy to trace him back again.