A 15-year-old boy walking in the Bangalore-Chikkaballapur road without a skirt, wearing a simple shirt and anklet on a dark night. ... Nachi, walking about 45 miles from Bangalore to her village home, her mother found her helpless, her poverty, her son's plight, and her son, after a bit of a heartbeat, came alone in such a dark night. The boy says, "Mum has to pay Rs. 12 for matriculation test tomorrow at 11 o'clock. Otherwise, one year is wasted. The boy's father is dead. Likewise, the mother and son dutifully knocked on the door of the Shetter's house at midnight, and the shethers were not only virtuous but also generous, knowing the value of Rs. The money went to the mother, the son rested for a couple of hours at the mother's suggestion, finished the bath, had breakfast and left for Bangalore with the money, but the boy's adventure was a waste of time. He ordered the application and the money, the boy was very happy, the exam was over, the Mysore State was in the first rank, the boy was the world famous engineer,
the great man Dr. Sir. M. Vishweshwaraiah.