LIFE ESSENCE : PART -1

radhemohanswami (48)in #writing • 7 years ago

dear steem friends,

My life is flat, flat, but somewhere, but there is no place for dunes, mountains, dense forests, deep valleys and ruins. The gentlemen who are fond of the mountains, they will be disappointed here. I was born in 1967. Father was a clerk in the post office, mother patient There was also a big sissy. At that time, Dad probably got 20 rupees After reaching 40 rupees, he died. He was a very thoughtful person, who had opened his eyes on the path of life; But in the last days, a stumbling man fell and himself fell, even in the same shock I dropped me. They married me in fifteen years of age and after only a year of marriage, Went to heaven.At that time I used to read in the ninth position. My wife was at home, insured, she had two children, and the income was not of a single penny. Whatever was in the house was spent in the six-month illness and activity of Dad. And I was arman, to become a lawyer and to pass the M.A*. The job was so bad even in that era, as it is now. By rushing, maybe there is a place of ten to twelve; But here was the tune of further reading- There were no iron bars of iron in the foot and I wanted to climb the mountain!

There were no shoes in the foot. There were no proven clothes on the body. The expensive four-seater barley were expensive. The school received a vacation at three and a half o'clock. Was studying at Queen's College in Kashi. The headmaster had waived the fees. The examination was on the head And I used to teach a boy at the gate of Bamas. It was winter time Was at four o'clock. After reading, he got a holiday at six o'clock. From there my house was five miles in the countryside. Even if you walk fast, you can not reach home before 8 o'clock. And at eight o'clock in the morning, I had to walk from home again, never reaching school at the time. When I sit at night to read in front of the flask and do not know when it goes to sleep. Still had guts.

Matriculation was passed in some way, but there was no hope of recruitment in the Second Division Division and Queens College. Fees could only have been of the top rated ones. Incidentally the same year the Hindu College opened. I decided to study in this new college. The principals were Mr. Richardson. Went to their house He was in full swing. Kurta and dhoti were writing some sitting on the floor wearing. But it was not so easy to change mood swings. He had heard me pray-half ago-say that in the house do not talk to college, come to the college. Well, went to college Met; hopeless at. Fees could not be forgiven. What do I do now? If you can make prestigious recommendations, then maybe there would have been some thought on my prayer; But who knows the rustic youth in the city?