My first exposure to MRA was in 1957 at a world conference in the USA. I learnt how to listen to the inner voice. I can vividly remember the sacred voice urging me to put right wrongs and steer towards a new direction in my life.
I used to work non-stop, taking on many public responsibilities and labouring long hours to the detriment of relations with my wife and family. I wanted to help others and was involved in many social and humanitarian activities. But I was blind to the excesses I was addicted to, thinking my behaviour was commendable and ‘virtuous’. The inner voice shook me up, getting me to face the stark reality of my life. Mylong neglect of my fundamental responsibilities had created disquiet, loneliness andtears in my family, whom I said I loved the most. I apologized to my wife. When Itold her all I had kept hidden from her, she began laughing. I half-chided her, ‘Other women cry when their husbands tell all.’ She replied, ‘I am just relieved. I thoughtthe truth would be far worse than you have shared!’
