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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
“God doesn’t give you the people you want, he gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you the person you were meant to be”.
In formulating this smile philosophy of life, I realized that courage, determination, perserance and dedication are the extraordinary rescue mission for my life. I well recall the day I sat down to begin recording this simple text. I knew it was the best work ever that require more ability and the passion of love. This book is recorded to communicate and generate a learning experience. I have the policy of taking God as a working partner in all obstacles. My dramatic conversion and passion to help people; more than anything, I was searching for my own freedom. Sick of himself and the family—I almost hated all that of my life for mistakenly making decision on rush hour. Although, I was desperate to find all I wants for my life but unfortunately— the thorns on top of the mountain falls in unsaved hands—my emotional outrage makes it almost difficult to sustain the living. The book is written with deep concern for the pain, difficulty, and the struggle for human existence—it teaches the cultivation for the peace of mind but not an escape from life. It teaches hard, disciplinary way of life but which offer great joy to the person who experience and achieve victory over the difficult circumstances of the world.
"The secrete of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure but not pleasure and pain"
Binya. S. M. Alison
I was born in the Western Part of Kajo-keji County in a small village call; Lagu, in the year 1990; whose home ground is surrounded by poverty and illiteracy. It was firmly established by both side of my family. Over four generations of my ancestors, poverty and ignorance was at its peak. I could have followed their footsteps if I haven’t stepped forward with mindful step for Education. Poverty and illiteracy irritate me—I voluntarily assume the task of planting the ambition of Education to myself. I started my primary level, when I was 10 years of age—however, from the onset of the idea, the seed have found permanent home in my mind.
In over 29 years of my life, I have called many places home. Many of those years, my life was in refugee exile in Uganda. Political constrains, instability and civil war drack off my country. What I learnt from those years of experience is that home is the sweetest place to be. My heart and my soul were always at home. The lesion learnt was an experience to development, pathway to success and a fame to technicality. My parents were born in the half of the years behind me and they had a lot of experience, struggling with challenges and common undividable strings. My brothers and sisters were all born in exile in Uganda camps commonly known as “Aliwara” in Adjumani district. We started our education in the camp and some of us grown up, spending half of their years in the settlement struggling with unpredictable challenges. It was never my goal neither my aspiration to live elsewhere but unknowingly, it took me to that extent of living—that I couldn’t any more refrain from catching the bird in the sky.
