......the Native state of Bihar provided an unparallel of an opportunity....the rich alluvial plains , agrarian society,a perfect platform of a Great Civilisation...... the Land of Gautam Budhdha, Mahaveer & King Ashoka & Harishchandra, one of earliest Democracies of the world of the Lichchavis , of tales & Folklore galore....there is no dearth of rich legacy, scattered & ingrained in the air of Bihar....lucky to hv the Opportunity, must say, to be part of the Natural richness of its Environs....a life time not enough to assimilate its fertile offerings....mind the abundance of ingredients stimulating the mind of a richly loaded tradition & culture ,genetically ingrained in language speech composure & deliberations, & philosophical & mystical way of life, heavily relying & backed up by a lineage of well established evolution.....the Ever changing Cycle : its Avatar....the Current, may appear Dismal.....an Illusion must say...!!...hv to hv yeoman strength to open ur eyes & ears nd all sensations full blast open to feel ,the subtle undercurrent of Glory....the Humanity in full bloom,sensitive & oozing with feelings of an approach far far soothing , an indefatiguable potential, ..... its populace, the resilience, the philosophy of calling everyone ur own, relating even to far far distant, giving & surrendering...an ever powerful self defence so provided.....there is something in the soil....the rich soil of tradition & Glory...a fledgling step enough to dilute ur rootlessness...the bondage supreme......as like many....can love no other street thn my own,can love no other terrain thn whr I grew....!!!!.....for my System fails me.....!!!!...Long Live Native land...!!!!
.....Rojnamcha...!!! the Indian Ocean Diary having being initiated in 2010 is very close to Heart....journey of an Indian Doctor's service in a remote land...!!!
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