Prologue

22^nd July came to me as the happiest day of my life when by a telephonic message I came to know that my youngest son Sunil is blessed with a bay boy in Toronto, Canada. I had two grandsons and two grand daughters prior to this birth and both of my other two sons have a son a daughter to them. Though I had to come to Canada prior to delivery of the boy, but due to some unavoidable circumstances I could not. Anyway on 18^th August 2008, I flew to Toronto with my wife from New Delhi. When I landed at Toronto, my son Sunil, his wife Anshu and my new grandson Ved were waiting for us at the airport. It took about half an hour to reach Sunil’s residence and after we reached home, we relaxed had a good sleep. When we got up in the morning, I saw Sunil was getting ready to go to office and he asked me what I am planning to do to pass my days here but before I could reply he suggested me to write something about myself as he knew that I always wanted to do that. Though I has started to write something while I was working, I could not finish, and I don’t know why so. I fear to think about my views which I had earlier and have at present. I do not know whether my subsequent generations will be in favor to accept it or to overthrow without having knowledge of its importance for which we are born to have an understanding of human life to reach its real goal. Actually this is not a book but a collection of some memories and my views and the purpose to write it mainly related to the coming generations to whom I have kept in dark. Since my parents death I remained cut off from my native village and the reason to remain was not my own interest but the circumstances which compelled me to remain aloof. When my sons Sunan, Sukant and Sunil left Bokaro and went to separate places and both my daughters got married then, I reached to a conclusion that none of these people seem to have any affection for my native village. As my family maintenance was hard while my children were in college, I did not have money to buy or construct a house in the town and neither could I make a house in my native village due to separation among my brothers. My sons though were of the view to have a little separate house for their visit after my retirement. I fear to think about my grand sons asking their parents about their native village and what it caused that we could not keep any relation to the native land. It is I who might be blamed by them as I ought to have made a house so that whenever they could desire to visit the ancestor’s native land, they could do so. But before I could go from this world, I would like to like to tell you all the same is not done with a view for your better education and a good career for you all which was quite impossible living there in our village. Now the science has developed so much that you feel that entire world in your house if you have Internet and know how to use it. I am very pleased to see that you all are in study through English medium which is demand of the time without which you will be left behind and will not be able to match the highly grown societies of current times.

            My heartiest desire with a strong belief, I would like to make a request to my coming generations to obtain higher education in its real sense so that living under its shadow everyone could prosper.  Relationship of motherhood, regards of elders and identity of self and family is to be maintained at any cost whatever it may be.

Hoping that respect and honor of the message should not be measured by going over these lines but by following truly with a new sense of scientific awakening to make a new house for dwelling at moon.           

                                                                                                           

Hiralal Tripathi

16^th November, 2008