Prologue from the artisan of life…
Me… Wah! ‘Rags to Riches’… ‘Ashes to astounding growth’… ‘Nothing to most things’… ‘Self-chiselled artist’… anyone or all of these tags put together, thriving from scratch like the phoenix could describe this author.
My mother attempted suicide seven times when my father assaulted her under or otherwise the influence of alcohol. Shock, fear and uncertainty pervaded the family environment. Bed wetting was one of my regular habits. Gradually psychosomatic disorder being an integral part of me, somehow managed to get through matriculation. Later I was thrown out of the college when caught copying. Paucity of food, cloth, shelter apart physical and mental torture determined my living and after a year and a half struggle at home, I ran away to Kerala for a fresh lease of life.
Joined as a construction worker in Hindustan Construction Company. A chaotic life style, turn anywhere ended up in insult, injury, pain, anguish and what not… It was a perpetual hell….fuelled by love failure came as a twist to the disastrous life. All these self-made barriers sullied my body and mind and was waiting for an opportunity to settle scores… True! The store was full… to the brim… When an accident took place at the site and the management was at fault I turned a seething snake and hit the management ferociously… Innocent workers thought that I am fighting for their cause and in no time I became a local trade union leader and used this tool to spit my frustration and failures against the organisation. My furious behaviour catapulted me to become a national trade union leader for the construction industry. Served eleven long years in different capacities as General Secretary, President, of course rendered dedicated service to the job. I travelled far and wide in India and abroad. This expansive exposure triggered me to upgrade my academic skill and I turned graduation into PG to Doctorate in Psychology. The egocentric high-headedness drove me to erratic behaviour with everyone and the employees who extolled me to glory all along trampled me to dust thus making me lose both job and the union Presidentship.
Marriage, children, unemployment, forced me to work out a new venture… Marble business turned out to be a successful failure. I invested all the receivables from the marble stock in real estate. Windfall hugged me when Andhra Pradesh was divided and I turned a millionaire. Broken marriage added new tag to my life style.
Now I am leading a secluded life near Hyderabad under the canopy of an enlightened master called Guruji who is purgating/manoeuvring me to be somebody different from what I was. I am a practising nonclinical psychologist with added dimensions – a journalist, a biographer, a social activist, a short film maker, and a humorous motivational speaker conducting programmes in India and Abroad. If a drop out could become a dynamic personality, why not else body on this earth can…