Breaking The Language Barrier

By Sunil Khandbahale

A boy who conquered English, not with privilege, but with a borrowed dictionary and boundless grit. Now, his digital platforms whisper knowledge in 22 Indian tongues, uniting a billion voices and painting a future where language empowers, not divides. This is a story of a humble village school boy, who graduated from MIT, an anthem for every dreamer who dares to defy limitations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sunil Khandbahale
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224477982

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Breaking The Language Barrier

Sunil Khandbahale's Journey from Barefoot to MIT, Pioneering Language Technology for Millions

Sunil Khandbahale

https://sunilkhandbahale.com/

To,

My loving parents who raised me by working hard,

My brothers are my Guru come friend, And to,

The Great Saints and at the feet of His Holiness Guruvarya Shri. Kisan Maharaj Sakhare..

"A boy who conquered English, not with privilege, but with a borrowed dictionary and boundless grit. Now, his digital platforms whisper knowledge in 22 Indian tongues, uniting a billion voices and painting a future where language empowers, not divides. This is a story of a humble village school boy, who graduated from MIT, an anthem for every dreamer who dares to defy limitations.

Preface

Words can't express the excitement I have to finally share my story! While Pujya Bapu's teachings hold a special place in my heart, reminding me that actions speak louder than words, the invitation from Dainik Prahar's editorial team felt like a nudge from the universe. It's an honor to revisit my journey, relive every twist and turn, and hopefully, in the process, spark a little inspiration in someone else's life. This opportunity to reflect and connect through words has already brought a wave of refreshment, and I can't wait to dive in and share it all with you! Get ready for a ride – my story's about to unfold!

Childhood & Academic Life

Ah, Mahiravani, my sweet village nestled in the heart of Nashik! August 11, 1979, marked the day I entered this world – a world far from riches, but brimming with devotion. In our humble home, no lips kissed the harsh bite of betel nuts,instead, every newborn was welcomed with a fragrant tulsi garland, a legacy of purity passed down through generations.

Grandma used to tell stories of days when even watered-down millet bread was a luxury. We tilled the land, our ancestors before us, forever caught in the multiple cycles of poverty. Ten siblings, sharing laughter and tears in equal measure, two souls sadly lost to illness. Grandpa, though hunched from marrying off five daughters, built our life brick by brick, selling slivers of land. He juggled three children in his arms, sweat soaking his brow as he toiled in the fields. Education?A distant dream, a whispered wish.

But then came Papa, barely four when he got married – a child groom to a child bride. Mama, who never stepped foot in a schoolhouse, is now a woman of letters! Sheer grit ignited her desire to learn, and one by one, the letters danced on her