A Family without a Home and My Home



Four persons – a mother with her 3 children, have a common place to have their foods and rest. The mother is non-working while the 3 children are grown up and working in their respective professional positions. Each one has a key of the common place, as an authority for entering the place, have food and take rest there. This is the family I am accountable for bringing into existence as father of the children. The family is homeless because there is no home-maker, all are just inmates of an inn.

It is their condition today which had been different for about 5 years ending the last December when my second daughter got married and left the place to a home of her own. She too was in job but decided to leave the job and take care of the common place to make it a home. She served the family for about five years until her marriage last December.

Incidentally, I married a girl with no concept of a home. Her widow mother was a wanderer and stayed at her house occasionally only. The daughter is a replica of her mother. She always finds some reason to go out in the morning for a possible return in the evening but with no surety. I tried to make amendments in her conduct for 16 years, miserably failed and delinked myself from her. Four children produced during these 16 years sided with their mother.

I was brought up in a family wherein my mother was ther home-maker for all her 24 hours. Habituated for living in a home, I felt being homeless after I took up a job as an Engineering professional at a faraway place from my parental home, got married and endeavored to have a home for my family. I failed, left the family in search of a home for myself.

Fifteen years back, I returned to the village of my parental home with shattered remains of the family, and decided to make a home of my dreams. I have today a building conceptualized and constructed by my own hands which I proudly call my own home. Here, I am the home maker, I am the owner, I work as an energetic youth, I am a veteran and I play as a child.


My home has a utility space with entrance, toilets, a kitchen and all-time cool chamber in basement for taking complete rest. Next to it is a domed living space that includes my working office. Its back has a bedroom with an attached store. On the root-top, there is a Moonlight bed made of concrete. On the other side of the utility block, there lies a spacious garden for my experimentation in Botany and Ayurvedic medicines. Here I grow my favorite fruits and vegetables.  

With this background, I claim that I know what a home means for a living-being. I am passionate about every family to have a suitable home for itself


My Home Garden Plan

Here is the plan of my home Garden in the making with fruit trees including Olive Plants, Ayurvedic medicinal herbs including Braahmee, seasonal green vegetables, flowers of perennial and seasonal nature, and a new improvised watering scheme that supplies water to plant roots only through nearby drains.



Your suggestions are welcome.

New Arrivals in My Garden Family – Olive Plants

New Arrivals in My Garden Family – Olive Plants

Olive fruits and oil are well known worldwide for being one of the healthiest food ingredients. With the advent of olives in India, we may see our next generations healthier than we are today (90% of persons in India today are sick). Thus, a reversal of what Buddha did to Indian populace is in the making, and I am proud to be associated with through my humble contribution. – See more at: http://rambansal-the-theosoph.blogspot.in/2014/01/new-arrivals-to-my-garden-family-olive.html#sthash.28qZvEbX.dpuf