A journey of self-realization

Abstract

My father Dr. Bojji Subbannachar, a gold medallist of Stanley Medical College (Madras those days), for lack of resources for further education, joined Auxiliary Med Corp in 1940s, lived in some makeshift hut with wife (my mother) Mrs. Manjula Bai in a village, somewhere close to Yellamanchili, a small town, in Visakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh. Daily he attended patients in nearby villages riding in his bike with medical kit. My grandfather, not a well to do man, kept praying at an ancient temple in agraharam, a collection of Brahmin households, near Kadapa, anxiously for safety of his only son as Japan was threatening to bombard those areas! Well in such a hut as habitat, they begot a son in 1945, that too after a few miscarriages. That happened to be I and received unstinting love and care from the parents. I never had to shed a tear in my living memory. I never heard a harsh word as a child or as a kid.