My note to readers

My note to readers
Dear Friends, People who know me are aware that I am not very tech-savvy nor am I a person of many words. My life has been about outright action. But I see it's important to connect the dots of my life and give it to the people, young and young at heart. My primary phone is still not a smartphone. But I realise that I have to march ahead with the changing times. I am learning it and that's the reason I have been keeping you updated with all my activities and development through Social Media. Now, I am taking baby steps to start a blog and delve into that arena. It will consist of my thoughts on social, political, economic, tribal, education and other aspects of India and world.…

The strength to beat all odds ‘Lord led me to where I am today’

The strength to beat all odds ‘Lord led me to where I am today’
The horror in the film Night of the Living Dead was a work of fiction, but in 1971 I lived through a night no less harrowing as a six-year-old with my widowed mother and two-year-old sister. Being trapped in our own house in remote Kalarabanka, an obscure village in the then Cuttack district, we were dying every moment while expecting a miraculous escape from the ordeal. Today when I look back, I shudder to think what could have happened to us in what could well be counted as the darkest night of our lives. The thought of that fateful night still runs a shiver down my spine. That night, hunger and poverty with all vengeance seemed to have joined the fury of nature to entrap us, but we overcame because…