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	<title>Comments on: Inspiring Story of Subroto Bagchi, MindTree CEO &#8211; &#8216;Go Kiss the World&#8217;.</title>
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		<title>By: D.Om Prakash Narayan</title>
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		<description>I have been a regular reader of changeminds by my friend, A.Hari. This post by Subroto Bagchi brought tears to my eyes, not only because of the story itself, but because I could identify myself in the narration, and could think back of my parents.My father too, was a govt servant(Police service)and never once did he take his children in his jeep. My brothers would be walking about 5 kms to school, and they would proudly say to their friends,&quot;That&#039;s our father&quot; when they saw the jeep pass by, and the friends would make fun, saying,&quot;If he was really your father, he would have given you all a lift to the school&quot; - He never used the police orderly for any household work, except to receive and take official messages. He too, never owned a house during his lifetime, but left a rich legacy. My mother too, lived a simple life. 
The fact that I remembered my own parents so much when I read this blog, is a testimony to the fact that whatever Mr.Bagchi told were universal truths, that they could evoke such emotions in others. 
Thank you, Mr.Bagchi for sharing this. 
Regards,
Om Prakash</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been a regular reader of changeminds by my friend, A.Hari. This post by Subroto Bagchi brought tears to my eyes, not only because of the story itself, but because I could identify myself in the narration, and could think back of my parents.My father too, was a govt servant(Police service)and never once did he take his children in his jeep. My brothers would be walking about 5 kms to school, and they would proudly say to their friends,&#8221;That&#8217;s our father&#8221; when they saw the jeep pass by, and the friends would make fun, saying,&#8221;If he was really your father, he would have given you all a lift to the school&#8221; &#8211; He never used the police orderly for any household work, except to receive and take official messages. He too, never owned a house during his lifetime, but left a rich legacy. My mother too, lived a simple life.<br />
The fact that I remembered my own parents so much when I read this blog, is a testimony to the fact that whatever Mr.Bagchi told were universal truths, that they could evoke such emotions in others.<br />
Thank you, Mr.Bagchi for sharing this.<br />
Regards,<br />
Om Prakash</p>
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