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A thousand moons – Chapter-I


                My early days :

               The scene of my father waiting to see me off by Howrah Mail
               on that mystical evening on a warm day in June,1959 at Central
               Station will remain ever etched in my memory. For here was an
               old man past 60 years and superannuation from government
               service willing to bet his last pie on his son’s higher education;
               for that train which was bound for Calcutta had me as a
               passenger whose journey was  up to Kharagpur.My father
               wanted me to study for M,Tech in Geophysics in IIT
               Kharagpur. I protested saying he was already retired after 30
               years of service in the AG’s office and it was time I his eldest
               son should take over the family burden and give him the well
               earned rest. But luckily for me though admission was granted
               there was a rider that the question of offering me scholarship to
               pay the term’s fees would be decided after the first term. So,
               much to my father’s regret I had to look around for job. But this
               gesture of my father and motivation to spur me to greater
               heights in academic career fixed my sights high.

               I was born on 22 May,1939, in my maternal grandfather’s
               house in Kanchipuram. For reasons best known to him my
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               father gave the date as 18  June for entering my date of birth
               in School records. Already my elder sister senior by 8 years
               was studying in higher secondary school when I was admitted
               in what was called Elementary School. Some eight years after
               my birth two brothers were  added to the family, the two
               separated by 2 years from one another. Last to be born was a
               younger sister .My father used to say often “we are seven”
               perhaps to foster a more secure bonding amongst us.

                My father had education up to what is now known as pre-
               university level .One of the English text books presumably,
               prescribed for my father had “F.A” written in ink on the
               coverage indicating the course as “Faculty of Arts “ another
               name for the pre degree class. Though initially employed as a
               clerk in the Collector’s Office in Chingleput he  hoping that

               service under Central Government would be more paying



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