The Way I See The World

By Kapil J Rajyaguru

The norm is to fill this page with impressive lines about the author, his qualification, his success and fill the rest with alluring dance of words to manipulate you – the time spending, money giving reader to buy this book.
Most of the books in self-help section directly or indirectly claim to show you the path to lead a better life and help lift your spirit from the quagmire of life.
Bollocks! That’s what I think.
I haven’t met a single person in my life whose life changed upside down because he read some fancy words from so called self-proclaimed life GURU! If the change happened it was because the person was determined to shape his life for better.
That’s how the game works and always will.
As long as the damn telescope works and gravity can be proved, who gives a shit whether Galileo came up with telescope and Newton discovered gravity!
Catch my drift?
You are browsing this book either out of boredom or by mere chance. Anyhow, the book is in your hands and I don’t believe in manipulation.
So read a chapter or two and you would know whether to buy it or not.
Decide or move on. Nice knowing you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kapil J Rajyaguru
• Release date: Dec 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310853418

Book preview

The Way I See The World?

Who the hell am I to see the enormous varsity of the world through my limited eyes and peanut sized brain?

It’s a noble thought, but is indeed equally foolish and impossible.

I struggled with myself for days to come up with more appropriate title.

Then I remembered the tale of an old woman living alone in remote draught-stricken locality of Northern India.

All her life she worked hard from morning to evening, every day, milling grains into flour on the piece of only materialistic property of value she had - pair of mill stones.

She grinded grains for the people of her community and as a payment she was allowed to keep the flour stuck between the base stone and the upper revolving stone. That’s how she made her living. She ate as little as possible, just to keep her body going and saved the flour for months and then she sold it to local vendor in return for few pennies. She saved those pennies all her life, never spending unless it was absolutely necessary.

On her dying day she called the village headman, a sagacious leader of the community as she had no kith and kin to fulfill her last wish.

She handed him a bag filled with pennies she saved all her life and told the headman her last wish--

Daughters and mothers of our community have to traverse miles and miles every day for a drop of drinking water. They took care of me in my old age, brought me water every day. I always wanted to do something about it but never had means to do that, until now. Use this money and dig up a well in our town. So in future they won’t have to travel so far for drinking water.

The old woman died. The headman kept his promise. The well still exists today and they say even through worse of droughts, the water in that well never dried.

The story of that old woman gave me courage, gave me wings to fly, to dream the impossible. If an old woman could dream to build a well. I could certainly dream to see the world with my limited eyes.

When I look at the giants mankind has produced and then I look in the mirror and ask myself what’s lacking. The sarcastic brain of mine gives only one logical answer.

I have peanut sized brain!

But even with that… I proudly present this book to you, the reader, where I was once, and always will be.

If while reading any of the chapters of this book your vision gets marred and murky about the world then I apologize in advance.

As I believe, the world was, is, and always will remain the same, combination of peace and chaos. It’s us who have to change. Not the world.

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2. One Rock At A Time

Due to certain conflicts he was ostracized from the family along with his pregnant wife. All they had going for them was set of virtues, beliefs and a hut made up of borrowed plastic sheets on roadside for shelter. Hardship of life and health issues lead to miscarriage. Economic adversity didn’t offer the luxury to grieve for the unborn.

Couple of years passed. The financial condition was still the same but now they had newly born son to take care of. Beg, borrow or steal was an only option left for survival. Virtues stopped them from begging and stealing, so he borrowed some money from friends and lenders at progressive interest rates.

He bought an auto rickshaw and ram-shackled hut in the shanty at Powai, Mumbai. Not far from where the luxurious Renaissance Hotel stands today. But back in 1985 the area was tandem of ruins and jungle with looming threats of leopard attacks and snake bites.

The notorious Mumbai monsoon was at peak. With their limited resources they could neither repair the leaking roof nor fix the muddy floor which got flooded with a hint of rain.

Pockets weren’t deep enough to buy a baby-crib. The roof wasn’t strong enough to tie a swing and their infant son wouldn’t sleep without rocking him about. So during night, Husband and wife slept in turn on the only piece of