The man who sowed and reaped happiness Gandhi

The road north from Udupi induces peace and tranquility. The Arabian Sea on the left, the feeling of space and the bright light you wonder if anything can be better.Soon you learn that there is. Turn right at Brahmavar ["Gift of Brahma '!] And right again. You're on a road to sleep. Trees are large, wide and quiet. Fruit is on the ground unclaimed. There are so few people. You just dropped by two or three floors of the time, of noisy, crowded India.10 km away in the village Cherkady, 86 years old Ramachandra Rao welcomes you with a pitcher of water and three small cones of sugar cane in his 2.5 acre farm. He is a small, wiry man with twinkling eyes, a carefree face.He is eager to tell his story and is the best we have it in his voice.Gandhi is all you need:"Sir, I was born in Kodagu [Coorg] in 1917. When I was two, my father and mother, is mysteriously deceased within one day of each other. My older sisters were married. I was first brought to one of them in Dharmasthala and then here Cherkady where another sister was married. My brother-in-law was a farmer at some distance from here. I grew up grazing cattle and helping in the fields."They sent me to the local school when I was almost 10 and I have only two years. That is the only formal education I have ever received. Whether you need to."My teacher Ramachandra Patil had only one topic:. He spoke of Gandhi's life, thoughts and courage he spoke of Gandhi's austerity, devotion to nature and self, he spoke of nothing but Gandhi all the time, and we were all .. under a constant spell."Patil-Teacher even kept charkha in the school and we fought together to learn to run. My two years were soon gone. The farm needed my job. I'm glad I did not study anymore, because that would have diluted what I learned."I grew up in the fields helping my sister's family. In my spare time, I was spinning the charkha at home. In my late teens, to decide that I have a career, I went to Brahmavar to weaving to learn. I made my first money when I was 22 because I had woven fabrics. I had no money so far known.Weaving wins a bride: It was my wife. Her father found me a steady guy and she began to weave. We earned Rs.600 a year as weavers. Life was good."I h  ave a reputation as a good weaver Oh, I loved: .. The smell of lint in the air, the clack of the loom and the film of sweat on my skin Everything was very meditative and kept me fit and well nourished .