Me… Wah! ‘Rags to Riches’…’ash to astounding growth’… ‘something to many things’…
’self-chiselling artist’… anyone or all the tags put together could describe this author.
My mother attempted suicide 7 times when my father assaulted her with or without the influence of alcohol. Shock, fear and uncertainty pervaded the family environment. Bedwetting was one of my regular features. Gradually psychosomatic disorder becomes an integral part of me and somehow managed to get through matriculation. Later I was thrown out of the college when caught copying. Scarcity of food, cloth, shelter apart physical and mental torture were the part my diet and after a year and a half struggle at home, I ran away to Kerala to begin a new lease of life.
Joined as a construction worker. A chaotic life style, everywhere, brought insult, injury, pain, anguish and what not… It was a perpetual death knell…. A new twist to disastrous life was love failure. All these self-made barriers sullied my body and mind and was waiting for an opportunity to settle scores… True! The store was full… at 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 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. I travelled widely in India and abroad. This wide exposure (travel is a moving university) triggered me to upgrade my academic skill and I turned graduate to PG to Doctorate in Psychology through correspondence course. The ego- driven-head pushed me to behave erratically with everyone and employees who carried me all along dumped me and I lost the union Presidentship that I held for eleven long uninterrupted years.
Marriage, children, unemployment, forced me to start a new venture… Marble business that turned into a successful failure. I invested all the receivables from the marble stock in real estate. Windfall hugged me when the Andhra Pradesh was divided and I turned millionaire.
Today I am leading a secluded life near Hyderabad under the canopy of an enlightened master called Guruji who is churning me to be something different from what I am/ was. Now 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, a psychosomatic could become a dynamic personality, anyone on this earth can...
Liffe Saving/Changing Vidios/Audios for YOU only. Wait to Watch.
The Art of Self Development is not taught, but expressed. Please browse through should you find time else listen to your wisdom and move forward. But a few minutes’ reading may be a refreshing break in your life.