Home, my sweet home-Part 1

The recent slogan rocking the nation is: Make it In india. All the best and bright youngsters are unable to survive in this shining   India and given the pressure of unemployment leave the country in pursuit of job elsewhere and contribute to the development of some other country and make it still more prosperous and peaceful country. They have to leave home, parents and close relation.Even those who remain within the country get settled down somewhere outside.Did not Jofn Ed  Pearce say some time ago,”Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to “

My parents could build home for me to grow up in the village  only to end up eventually in the Pondicherry town eventually after my wandering in Mahe, Karaikal and pune for long.my parents must have longed to be with me.

They tightened their belt and gave me education to escape from their life of working near fireplace or escaping from the life of coalmines as a saying goes.

By attitude and character and by sheer temperament they were sacrificial in nature and did everything for  me and later for my only sister- a cute girl of fair complextion with whom I had a kind of estrangement by quirk of fate for a longer period . ruminating in tranquility I now feel how the cruel and wicked fate have paid a dominant role in every phase of my life.

Hard work combined with professional honesty and integrity propelled my parents to conduct their business by sending rice in the village and eventually rise in the moral universe which had already started shrinking in the cooperate world economy. Till their end they lived in a hut kind of small house with no power connection or tap water. There was a very  big and deep well in the backyard and that quenched the thirst of hundreds of people in the neighborhood. There was always water even during acute summer. Electricity connection and the tap water came at the end after my entry into the college.It was a  home, a very sweet home from which I did not want to go.As  a young shy boy I was more attached to my parents