How
do we become what we become? Is it solely the result of our own efforts, or
does chance quietly shape the course of our lives? Is destiny merely a poetic
expression for events we fail to understand, or is there indeed an unseen force
guiding our journey? Questions such as these have followed me, like everyone
else, throughout my life. They have never ceased to intrigue me. The older I
grow, the more I realize that certainty is perhaps the greatest illusion of
human existence.
Do
I believe in destiny? Not entirely. Do I rely on astrology? No. Have I gone
from temple to temple praying that God should grant me success, position, or
prosperity? The answer is also no.
Yet,
it would be equally untrue to say that spirituality means nothing to me. On the
contrary, spirituality has always attracted me. This is not as ritual, not as
superstition, but as a way of understanding one's place in this vast universe.
If there is one teaching that has consistently guided me, it is Bhagwan Shri
Krishna's immortal message in the Bhagavad Gita:
कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते मा फलेषु कदाचन।
मा कर्मफलहेतुर्भूर्मा ते सङ्गोऽस्त्वकर्मणि॥
You
only have the right to perform actions (karma).
You do not have the right to the fruits of your karma. Do not become a person who constantly meditates upon (gets
attached to) the results of one’s karma.
Do not get attached to inactivity (no karma).
I
have never interpreted this verse as an invitation to indifference. Rather, I
see it as a call to work without becoming imprisoned by the anxiety of
outcomes. Results are never entirely ours to command. Effort, however, always
is.
Perhaps
that is why I have always remained more interested in stretching my wings than
in counting my victories. I wish to continue learning, exploring, writing,
speaking, and engaging with new ideas. Yet, beyond all personal ambitions lies
a question that refuses to leave me in peace.
Of
what consequence am I to the people around me? This question troubles me more
than any examination, interview, or professional challenge ever has. What
purpose do my achievements serve if they remain confined to my résumé? What
meaning do academic publications, television appearances, newspaper articles,
blogs, lectures, or social media posts carry if they fail to make even a modest
difference in the lives of those from whom I come?
I
often think about the people of my village, my relatives, my old classmates,
the children growing up in circumstances similar to those in which I was
raised, and countless ordinary people whose lives remain untouched by the
recognition that I occasionally receive.
Initially,
people may genuinely celebrate one's achievements. They may feel proud that
someone who emerged from the lowest layers of social and economic reality has
reached places that once seemed unimaginable. They may appreciate the journey. But
admiration has a short life.
If
that admiration never translates into hope, opportunity, inspiration, or
meaningful change, it slowly gives way to indifference. People eventually stop
caring about your personal branding, your awards, and your photographs with
distinguished personalities, your speeches, or your carefully curated social
media presence.
And
honestly, why shouldn't they? The wisdom of Sant Kabir captures this truth with
remarkable simplicity:
"बड़ा हुआ तो क्या हुआ जैसे पेड़ खजूर,
पंथी को छाया नहीं, फल लागे अति दूर।"
What is the use of becoming tall like a date palm if it offers neither shade to the weary traveller nor fruit within easy reach?
This
couplet often unsettles me. There are moments when I hesitate before sharing
another achievement online. Every new publication, every television discussion,
every lecture, every article prompts an uncomfortable conversation within
myself. Have I truly been of any use to anyone? Have I changed even one life
for the better? Have I lightened someone's burden? Have I created opportunities
for those who had none? The answer is often painfully inadequate. That
realization humbles me. It reminds me that success without service is ultimately
an incomplete achievement.
Perhaps
this is also why I find it difficult to understand those who spend their entire
lives chasing power, wealth, status, and property without allowing moral
considerations to shape their conduct. Every society has such individuals. They
measure life through accumulation alone, as though possessions could outlive
mortality. I often wonder whether they genuinely believe they will remain on
this earth forever.
History
offers no such assurances. Every empire has disappeared. Every throne has
eventually fallen vacant. Every wealthy man has left his treasures behind. Power,
position, and property are temporary companions. Character alone survives in
memory.
This
does not mean that wealth or authority are inherently undesirable. Our own
civilizational wisdom recognises the four Purusharthas:
Dharma, Artha, Kama, and Moksha. Material prosperity has never
been condemned within the Indian philosophical tradition. Rather, it has always
been expected to remain rooted in Dharma. Wealth without ethics becomes
exploitation. Power without restraint becomes tyranny. Desire without responsibility
becomes destruction. Dharma is not merely one among the four aims of life. It
is the moral foundation that gives meaning to the other three.
Unfortunately,
spirituality is often reduced to ritual. Many imagine that visiting temples,
observing fasts, or performing elaborate ceremonies automatically makes one
spiritual. I cannot persuade myself to accept that understanding. True spirituality
is born from within. It is reflected in how we treat those who possess nothing
to offer us in return. It is revealed in whether we choose honesty over
convenience, compassion over indifference, and service over selfishness.
Spirituality is neither a withdrawal from worldly life. It is a meaningful
engagement with it. To me, the truly spiritual individual does not escape
society, but becomes an instrument of doing well to it.
Am
I spiritually awakened? Certainly not. Far from it. Do I aspire to become so?
Yes. Not because I seek personal salvation, but because I wish to become a person
of consequence.
Money
has never exercised a powerful attraction over me. Perhaps this is because I grew
up possessing so little. I learnt early in life how little one actually needs
to remain content. This is not to romanticise poverty. Poverty is harsh,
humiliating, and deeply limiting. No one should be compelled to glorify it. Yet
poverty also taught me certain lessons that abundance sometimes conceals.
I
have indeed encountered opportunities to earn far more than I eventually chose
to pursue. I consciously declined some of those paths, not because I lacked
ambition, but because I feared losing something far more precious than money:
the freedom to remain true to myself.
Do
I desire influence? Yes. Do I seek positions of responsibility? Certainly. But
only if they enable me to make a meaningful difference before my time on earth
comes to an end. I do not pray for a long life. I pray for a life of consequence.
When
I ask myself how I became what I am today, I realise that no single answer
exists. The answer begins in a small village hidden within the forests of
Gadchiroli, where even today modern amenities remain scarce. It continues
through public-funded hostels, government schools, government colleges, and
ultimately the classrooms of Jawaharlal Nehru University. Every institution
that shaped me belonged not to privilege but to the Republic of India. Whatever
I have become is, in many ways, a product of public education and the
opportunities that independent India made possible for children like me.
The
answer also lies with my father. He had studied only up to the seventh
standard, yet he possessed a wisdom that no university could confer. His integrity,
discipline, and quiet resilience became lessons more enduring than any textbook
I have ever read.
Then
there were those extraordinary individuals whom I can only describe as God's
own angels. Teachers, mentors, friends, and well-wishers appeared at different
stages of my life. They encouraged me when I doubted myself, trusted me when I
had little reason to trust myself, and opened doors that I could never have
opened alone. Their kindness transformed the course of my life.
Without
them, a boy born into one of the poorest families in one of the remotest
corners of Maharashtra would never have imagined becoming a professor at the
University of Delhi. He would never have spoken on national television. He
would never have written articles, addressed audiences across the country, or
expressed himself confidently in Marathi, Hindi, and English.
But
my education did not come only from noble souls. Life also introduced me to
individuals whose selfishness, dishonesty, arrogance, and complete disregard
for moral values left a deep impression upon me. They taught me lessons of a
different kind. Watching how they treated others strengthened my own resolve
never to become like them. Strangely, they too shaped my character. Sometimes
we become who we are not merely because of those we admire, but because of
those we consciously refuse to imitate.
Looking
back, I realise that my life has been an extraordinary gift. I have received
far more than I could ever have expected. Every opportunity entrusted to me has
carried with it a corresponding responsibility. If my education, profession,
and public life remain only personal accomplishments, they will ultimately mean
very little.
But
if they can inspire a child from a forgotten village to dream a little bigger,
encourage a young student to persevere a little longer, or enable even one
person to discover hope where none seemed possible, then perhaps my journey
will have acquired meaning. I believe I have received much from life. Now, it
is my turn to give back, in whatever ways I can. For, in the end, I do not wish
merely to have lived. I wish to have mattered.










