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My name is LM JAYARAJ.
Born and raised in Bengaluru, owe my faith and gratitude
(The last man standing on the third row to the right.I probably knew back then that a blog would come up several years later and thus had made myself more visible.)
I hail from a background of highly educated people who
have contributed a legacy to society in terms of Education
and Service.

to the esteemed honour and glory of my mother who had blessed me with my schooling in the best of institutions back then  in Bengaluru.

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         My mother had founded a great Institution in Bengaluru that withstood the odds of various climatic changes in social order, business and community for over three decades.  



We have nurtured many a soul over the past

three decades with sufficient life worth, discipline,

knowledge and upbringing of quality that has made them

befit the extremely challenging requirements of the



present times and demands of survival in society and

consequently led them to reach high places.




Nuances of a formidable corporate experience

I would never forget the days when I worked in reputed

organisations with joy and zeal to the brink of my professional

success. One such memoir of pertinence was while I was

sitting looking into the computer when I had to turn around

only to find the entire board of managers and bigwigs

standing right behind me waiting to congratulate me on

the note of an accolade of eminence they had received from

the client. This very ceremonious act had made the entire

floor and most haters fall down on their knees looking up

in awe feeling the shudder up their spines  insecure 

of their own jobs landing them to a state of sobriety in

having to feel

so incapacitated of worth. Among them were also individuals

whom

I had myself mentored to rise in a career that was far from any projection of gratitude.

 Neither do I look as old as I am nor do I care a whit to

unscrupulous attitudes from sources marking a

diminution of worth

with their uncanny discriminatory prejudice of age

highly imminent today

in most corporate arenas of work.


I’ve  lived, fought, defeated and conquered myself all alone.

Kalaga is my self-discovered treasure that has manifested

a marvel of transformation in me right since the day I picked

up my pen.







I now believe that I can successfully manifest the same in my

readers too. Shades of the storyline in Kalaga do ring a bell!

For I am Kalaga & Kalaga is me.

I attribute my insurmountable strength that keeps me strong in the

toughest storm only to the grace of my mother.

Kalaga LM Jayaraj





Once a Leader. Forever a Leader.



Jai Hind Jai Kannada









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