CHAPTER 1

FELLOW CITIZENS — WHY I HAD TO WRITE THIS BOOK

My dear fellow citizens,

There are moments in life when a quiet inner voice becomes louder than the noise of the world. For thirty-five years, that voice kept whispering to me — urging me to uncover truths buried under colonial dust, urging me to connect the broken threads of our civilizational memory, urging me to bring before the nation what I had found in my systematic and chronological research.

For decades, I travelled across India and the world, met scholars and villagers, walked through temples, ruins, archives, libraries, and sacred spaces. I spoke to historians, monks, priests, and seekers. I stood before monuments whose meanings had been distorted, and I read manuscripts whose translations had been twisted. Slowly, piece by piece, a vast picture began to emerge — a picture of a civilization far older, richer, and more continuous than our textbooks ever admitted.

This knowledge was not mine to keep. It belonged to every son and daughter of this sacred soil.

And so, in 2013–14, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I paused my flourishing environmental mission at Green Mall — a work that was my heartbeat and lifelong dedication. I stepped away from a place I had built with my own hands, a place where I had planted thousands of trees, inspired thousands of citizens, and created a living sanctuary of nature. I handed over the reins of daily operations to my children, not because I was tired — but because duty called louder.

I left everything behind and moved to Mount Abu.

There, in the Brahmakumaris serene atmosphere of silence, meditation, and spiritual discipline, I began preparing to write the book that had been waiting inside me for decades — Glories of India. I believed the time had come to bring out the truths hidden for centuries, to reconnect our youth with their real heritage, and to place before the nation a clear, evidence-based narrative free from colonial distortions.

But destiny had its own timing.

In May 2014, India witnessed a historic change. For the first time in many decades, we felt that the nation was standing on the threshold of a new era. Shri Narendra Modi became the Prime Minister, and like millions of Indians, I too felt a surge of hope. I believed that finally a leader had arrived who possessed the courage, clarity, and conviction to correct the wrongs done to our civilizational story.

With that hope, I wrote a brief but powerful letter carrying the essence of my 35 years of research. I outlined the distortions, the manipulations, and the urgent need for historical correction. I offered my service to the nation without any expectation of position, money, or recognition. I sent the letter on 28 May 2014, and to be doubly sure, I personally visited the PMO on 29 May and submitted the Hindi version of my letter at the Secretariat.

Like any dedicated son of the soil, I believed that my findings would reach the right hands. I believed that actions would follow. I believed that truth would finally be heard.

But as years passed, I realised something deeper — the hands of the government were tied, bound by committees, systems, fears, and inherited frameworks. Even a leader as strong as Modi ji could not easily break these invisible chains. And so, eleven years passed in silence.

During these years, I did not stop. I returned to my environmental mission, wrote books, taught thousands, established Ma Prakriti Mandir, created the Fruit & Spice Garden, and continued my research with even harder determination. I sent my letter again and again — but the silence remained.

And in that silence, a new understanding dawned upon me.

Correcting India’s history is not the job of one government. It is not the responsibility of one leader. It is the duty of every awakened citizen.

Therefore, this book is not written as a complaint. It is written as a commitment.

It is not written because the government did not respond. It is written because Bharat Mata did.

She whispered that the mission must continue. She reminded me that truth must be spoken. She guided me to take this as the theme of my life.

This book is not a book alone — it is a call. A call to remember. A call to awaken. A call to restore pride in our civilization, supported by evidence, chronology, travel, and lived experience.

My fellow citizens, I write this book for you — for the students who deserve to know their real heritage, for the parents who want to give their children pride, for the teachers who are ready to break free from colonial frameworks, for every Indian whose blood carries the memory of ten thousand years of uninterrupted civilization.

The journey begins here. In the next chapter, I will place before you the letter I wrote in May 2014 — the letter that started this mission, the letter that remained unanswered, and the letter that today forms the foundation of this book.

Let us walk this path together — for truth, for heritage, for Bharat.