My father's article by Brahma Nanada Mishra
This is what I read in the guest room on IIT Kanpur Girls Hostel in Dharma Yug magazine in 1975. The author also wrote in this article saying that "Dharam Ratna Yami also used to invited as chief guest in several programs of Dr. Ambedkar".
People told me that Dharma Veer Bharatijee was a great friend of Dharma Dharam Ratan Yami from Nepal.
My father Dharam Ratan Yami ( a politician and a writer) left a big void in our lives ( seven children: one son and six daughters ). He left us at the age of sixty. My mother was only forty nine year old (1970) when she died leaving behind seven children and a my father used to be called an eight child and the youngest pampered child in our family a pampered man who knew nothing about household matters and raising seven children. The void that was behind in our family I cannot describe. He was a writer and a politician. Nepal is a country led by rotten gangsters and honest politicians simply perished. In order to diminish his frustration she made him devote in writing. He has written 25 books and all of them are popular. He passed away five years after my mother's death in 1975. My IIT Kanpur days were mourning days. A big void in seven children was really challenging for us.
My mother left such an impact on us both with with her her image in our brains of seven children both presence and absence. In a way, she lived in us. We seven children did well and we always missed our mother...wept ... whenever we were celebrating successful events in our lives.." Oh my mother ..You have surely made us proud of you ...such a great influencer in the society...You left us so early in life and we seven childrenwere of the age to understandwhat a contributionyou had done to the society. The society always praised you. Through their words of praise of your dedication and contributions we came to realise what a wonderful human being you were. Those words from their mouth praising you inspired and influenced us."
I had to join IIT K with a youngest sister Hisila enrolling her in class seven at IIT K central school
Honest politicians lead a painful life in Nepal. Throughout my stay at IIT K stay I always felt sad that I missed my mother so much. This old age I realized what hardship honest politicians like my father go through. Now I understand how my father's friends and my father perished in this difficult nation surrounded by crook gangsters rolling innocent mass. The history of contributions of honest people are always not recorded and washed away. I do recall the sufferings of the wives of my father's friends who sacrificed for the rights of the people. Property used to be confiscated of those who fought against the ruling government and many of them perished while serving jail sentences. People were too frightened to look after their family members because of the punishment by the rulers. Wives and children starved. Education was banned. My mother used to teach children in hiding places secretly, collecting whatever the guardians gave in return for service. She used to supply that to those starving families and jail inmates who were ill due to malnutrition . My mother was very wise to encourage my father to write books.