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In the 1960s I defined myself with great joy as a member of the community of Soviet sociologists . Within a week , I found myself seated in the House of Representatives amid the Joint Chiefs of Staff and members of the President 's cabinet . Instead , I found myself often caving in , letting what I believed get trampled on by a need to fit in or even by my own disillusionment at who I thought I ’ d become . But what pleased me most in this Method was that I was certain by its means of exercising my reason in all things , if not perfectly , at least as well as was in my power And besides this , I felt in making use of it that my mind gradually accustomed itself to conceive of its objects more accurately and distinctly ; and not having restricted this Method to any particular matter , I promised myself to apply it as usefully to the difficulties of other sciences as I had done to those of Algebra . I promised myself to say something to my dad about how I loved him and appreciated having him as my dad . Being in the middle of action was not a burning desire for me and since the situation I found myself in was in no way my own doing , my conscience was clear . " So six weeks after leaving one of the largest voluntary organizations in the world , I found myself the CEO of the smallest foundation in the world , with no staff and no money , just a powerful vision shared with co-founders passionate about bringing Peter to the wider world , transforming a sector that soon Peter Drucker would name " the social sector " because he believed it is in this sector that we find the greatest success in meeting social needs . " When I started , I promised myself I would n't do a single deal for a year . I dragged myself out of bed , wondering how I was going to drink my coffee through a stiletto . " If winter comes , can spring be far behind7 " The third was a young woman of twenty or so with a child stricken with palsy , whose drool-covered face she would sometimes kiss as if in a frenzy She always wore a plain white , voile sari and the look on her face said " Keep your distance ' " Ages passed Time lost its edge for Prabodh and Maitnya One day Prabodh said , " My queen , times have totally changed Do you remember the day Adam s son Cain knocked his own brother down dead with a rock9 " At that moment Prabodh was thinking of all those innumerable female pigeons who were extremely attractive because they were mortal The rings on their necks were shiny black from the kisses of nights and their eggs soft and spotless white like puffs of cotton This mental act of intimacy with them caused a fatigue to come over Prabodh He said " There has always been trouble due to woman and there will always be " When I saw the book and read it my hopes turned to disappointment and anger I began to ask myself , more strenuously than before , Why do these people write like this7 Why ca n't they see all the things that are so glaringly wrong with what they write9 And I promised myself that I would one day write an article on how nor to write the history of Urdu literature , or at any rate how not to write it for English-speaking readers . We were mounted on a pair of sober nags , suitable to these rude paths ; the weather was exquisite , and the company in which I found myself no less agreeable than the scenes through which I passed . It was a scarey , miserable experience and one I promised myself I would never repeat . I blamed myself .