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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalTHE PRELUDE
While Marley sung, the Rastafarians wondered when life would ever be like a chess -board where the blacks and whites played as equals. It wasn’t fair that the whites had used the might of the horses in history and the guile of their wizards in recent times to conquer them blacks and then juggled them around like pawns.
THE SHOW: The white and the black, the have and the have not, the local and the foreigner, and the buffalo soldiers all cheerfully danced in unison to 'The beat of Marley's spirit.'
THE SHOWMAN: A twenty five year old Rastafarian lad Gangadeen Moses. Ganga’ the name of the river Ganges; a symbol of purity in India; a name his mother might have so fondly kept thinking her son would grow up to become a delta of happiness. Not this one that was more like a river in spate; fast and furious eroding all ethics and morals in life just to get to life's greenest pastures taking the shortest and fastest route with it and meandering onto a street in the fast lane that called itself 3B. 'Booze, babes and bread.............'
Born in Chennai in the year 1961, I was the first son and the second child of the house. I grew up to be a Mechanical Engineer, passing out from the Regional Engineering College today known as the National Institute of Technology Warangal, India in the year 1983.
Joining my father in business immediately thereafter, the spirit of entrepreneurship drove me all across the country. Learning languages and meeting people became a sub-conscious passion inside of me and so I travelled extensively not only within but also outside the country becoming a small time multi-linguist in my own right. I was in the trade of drilling for water and as if I hadn’t had enough within the country, I ventured out to Ethiopia late 2003.
I had then been married 16 years, a happy and proud father of two. A moment of ill-fate toppled the world around me when we lost our fifteen year old son Rishabh in July 2004. I followed my wife’s footsteps and took up the practice of Nichiren Daishonin’s Buddhism in the year 2007 after I returned from Ethiopia.
Given the gift of writing by the faith I practice, I have but a simple message to convey…. ‘There is nothing called darkness, either within or outside of us. Every individual has the infinite power to invoke his infinite wisdom by prayer, perseverance and a faith to change the life state within and outside. Therefore please start believing that you can and you will win.’
