Looking back, those were the days, full of struggle, aspirations and hopes. Adversity, I think, is not only mother of invention but a father of ‘thinking-differently’ and grandmother of serendipity. My primary education was in small village of Vaduj. For secondary education, I moved to another small town of Rahimatpur where my aging grandmother was living. Interestingly, while my mother who took her children under her wings in that muddy house of the village of Vaduj where she was primary teacher, my illiterate grandmother in small town of Rahimatpur helped me to get ‘differently-educated’ for secondary education.
My grandmother herself had gone through even tougher times. Her stories were full of ‘looking-back’ exercises that she unveiled before me. I then started loving and reliving her nostalgia myself. Not for my daydreaming, but for dreaming for my future with restlessness. In the huge ancestral house of Rahimatpur, we were only two residing there. My grandmother and me.
When she took me under her wings, that was also my resurrection. Reinvention, recreation and reimagination became my new traits and tracks. Definition of my ‘dream’ then became , not as something that I get in sleep but that does not allow me to sleep.
Realising my restlessness in Rahimatpur, my uncle took me to Mumbai- Bombay those days-for further secondary education. There my journey took me on further ascents. I stood among top-50 of the state-level Secondary School Examination and then cracked national level IIT entrance examination to enter into that ‘out-of-the world’ experience of IIT. I was reborn.
It is said that “Put Harvard, MIT and Princeton together, and you begin to get an idea of the status of IIT in India”. That was yet another trajectory for me leading to yet another resurrection.
This web site is full of the impact of those trajectories. These are the cyber pages of journey of resurrections.
From very peculiar rowdy and rough local rural Marathi language to Imperial Oxford English, and then to stylish and smooth French, from the green campus of IIT Bombay to crusty salt fields of Tata Chemicals , from profit-hungry business and industry to peace making United Nations, from the causes of the problems to the tenets of the solutions, from making of chemicals to phase out of those lingering and persistent man made pollutants and finally from the dusty soil to sky-high stratosphere , it is a journey of a nomad called Rajendra Shende that has no destination.