Really in rags in 1972.No roof,no house,father on death bed ,badly ill. Perhaps all was spent. Nothing left. A point of complete identity loss. No self esteem left.Forced to surrender even physical esteem. No future left.No idea about next meal or next day place to sleep.daily agriculture labour for rs 2.50,courtesy Jumai Yadav on Nega Bigha. Paper vendor -casual -at Patna Junction ( ). Chappals-thrashing in full public view only because I dared to talk to a head cashier of SBI. No possibility of further studies after having been uprooted from Calcutta. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- And to day______________________________________________________  I have nothing to repent.Must thank every past day that gave me courage to survive------- I must keep myself up ------ I have further journey left,name and fame  --I shall earn more----- before I leave with satisfaction-------------- Now ,no more surrender---- live full strength or leave