When I wound up my work as a lawyer facing mental collapse due to depression I sold my chamber which my mother had gifted . In my middle 40s , with the sale proceeds being my entire fortune I ventured into running an NGO . My capacity for limitless social work being my sole achievement and capability .

My NGO got enlisted with Tihar Central Prisons . It was a one man show by me my society members being dummies . I was assigned Jail Number 3 , Ignou ward . This even had a library and a large hall with a blackboard . I decided to teach English . In school the grammar course had been removed so I was at a slight disadvantage .

Always being weak in life in finance I supplemented it with my labour and love . My mothers compassion in her personal life had taught me to give understanding without being critical or judgemental . I never questioned any inmate of the offense responsible for his arrest . I cited the story of the Hindu sage Valmiki ji who had once been a dacoit and merciless killer . When he attained enlightenment he bcame a great hermit and wrote the Ramayan . Lord Rams wife Sita had taken shelter in his Ashram .

I told them their being deprived of freedom and normal life would fill them with enormous strength which often results from insurmountable adversity . I selected the educated inmates as teachers for the rest of the group .

Only a few were keen to study . Amazingly when I got exercise books and stationary like children there would be full attendance . There were requests for the Holy Bible and Holy Quran in different languages along with Rapidex English Learning books . Accordingly I had to arrange for them by placing orders with big booksellers .

However the reall truth behind bars is too harsh and unknown . Some pretence of social reform is made but its effectiveness on a large scale is extremely doubtfull . I often found that an inmate teacher I had engaged ended up facing brutal assault due to probably other inmates wrath . The inmates were too scared to confide their problems .

I discovered that extreme provocation and unbridled anger resulted into violent criminal reactions . One prisoner was imprisoned for throwing acid . He had himself got injured in the process . Being very repentant he asked me to approach the victims for forgiveness and compromise . On visiting them I discovered they had no faith in his word and were too traumatized to ever trust him .

On my visits to Janpath Indin Oil Bhavan I once came across a 10 year old boy selling ball point pens outside De Pauls . We became friends and it became my practise to buy him soft drinks and eatables from there whenever we met .

One day my driver Aalam took me into confidence and appraised me with the secret that – ” The boy is very cunning . He tries to sell all the eatables back to the shopkeeper as soon as you leave . I have snooped on him everytime and discovered this each time ” .

My reply to Aalam was that chilren of poor families from their very birth witness hell .Brutal fights , hunger , parents addicted to alcohol , every form of deprivation and rejection . They become adults the moment they are born and are totally oblivious of the meaning of childhood . Their sole aim is to earn every penny they can . In future instead of expensive food I will give him money . Rs 20 will give him greater happiness than eatables worth Rs 100 .

On another occasion I saw him leading a troupe of smaller children introducing them to his trade , as their leader , all of them armed with ball point pens .

When my friends Madhu ji and Gita ji visited Indian Oil Bhavan the troupe enquired about my whereabouts . On being informed about my friendship with them by Madhu ji , Geetaji a large hearted lady offered them fruits . They chose large pomergranates which were cut into half and distibuted to each one .

One day while returning home in the evening my car stopped at the traffic light . A small child 6 or 7 years of age approached me with a big bundle of good quality dusters for purchase . As is my habit I offered him Rs 10 and told him that I did not need them . Next , his reaction amazed me . He walked away without accepting Rs 10 . There was a lot of traffic so I yelled that I would buy a few . I was carrying only Rs 30 and coins worth Rs 50 . He refused to listen and in an angry posture sat down at one side of the traffic . The light turned green and I drove ahead with a heavy heart but totally overwhelmed with respect and love for the little idealist .

I instucted Ravi my driver to return to the same spot where we had left the small businessman . As my car had to be parked across the raod I emptied the contents of my wallet and told Ravi to convince the child to sell me two dusters against the money .

Ravi found the boy sitting in the same spot pensive and very annoyed .It took a lot of convincing by Ravi to apologise and urge him to give the two dusters against the money .

My heart wept for the child and his young convictions both in admiration and a feeling of helplessness . So much young talent going waste on the roads . No education , food , clothes , toys or proper shelter . Years of neglect and indifference by everyone .

As a struggling lawyer at Tis Hazari ( District Court } saddled with depression and a never ending spirit to react immediately on impulse I always ended up shocking myself the most .

In a spirit of humanitarianism and kindness I once employed as my clerks Tapasya and Uttam . Tapasya was in her early 40s and a schizophrenic . Uttam was a young man , my once client , slightly mentally retarted . His frustrated father had beaten him with a stick in court for making me lose his matrimonial case . During cross – examination Uttam had passionately praised his wife who was seeking divorce and maintenance from him . In sympathy for both the helpless father and son I had engaged the latters service to pacify and help them .

One day Tapasya , Uttam and I were sitting idle in my chamber . Suddenly Tapasya had a fit . She picked up a glass of water and started making strange noises . Simultaneously a bumblebee flew into the chamber through the open door . It was a winters day . Terrified , Uttam did not know how to react to the two pronged danger of Tapasya and the bee . Shouting , ” shes mad ” , ” shes mad ” , swiftly switching on the fan at top speed he shot outside with the bee also making a hurried exit behind him .

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By this Blog I will appraise you all, my, should, as I have phrased them, my professional hobbies. I really enjoy my work and put most of my earnings in Social Work. This includes spreading happiness with small acts of kindness and help for children, aged and animals. Besides this I take care of my mother whom I worship.

My professional hobbies are Matrimonial Counselling, Family Counselling, Legal advice, relating to Labour Law, Consumer Affairs and Environmental Law, Matrimonial Law and Legal Research. I also take up Freelance content writing assignments which include articles, blogs, legal writings and research writings.

I can be contacted on +91- 7042850024 for appointment.