As I approached 68 (2013), my son, Anand insisted that I had proven enough in my 45-year long career and it was time I took life a little easier; enjoy traveling (that I love) and social life.
Yet, I somehow wanted to contribute positively and was exploring my options. My son-in-law, Navin suggested that I should write and share my experiences, “being a self-made man, you should tell the next generation how you overcame various obstacles to reach this position, in both, business and social circles.”
He pointed out that while I was sharing my experiences with family and friends, as they approached me, a blog had the potential to take your voice to many, many more. He also insisted that I start mentoring youngsters who were new in their businesses.
I was convinced. I offered my services pro bono, as part of a Guidance Program. Also, I started writing on this blog, bringing out figments from my memory as experiences that might be of value to the readers here. My daughter Meeta is sweet enough to spare her time to edit what I write.
As a youngster, I thought one meal a day, one set of school uniform a year, a public place to study, lack of finance and basic shelter would keep me from achieving my dreams. To compensate, I started giving 110% of what was normally expected. Yes, 110% even in bad deeds! This worked.
The very limitations started inspiring me in different phases of my life – meritorious results in studies; strength to shoulder family responsibilities; satisfied employers; establishing a successful business of my own; and in my adventure trips and other travel plans.
Having done what I wanted to, I agreed it was time for me to expose myself! I felt, through this blog, I could and should share my expereinces. Hopefully, readers would find some bits useful and if not, they’d enjoy reading.
Look forward to interact with you.
Read your blog “visit to bandit land” and could connect with it immediately. I am actually from Gwalior and have done all of my schooling from there. On the way to or back from our school there is a police station where sometimes we used to see bandits who were caught some dead some alive. When I remember those days I still get jittery as that used to not be pleasant site seeing dead bandits. We still see people roaming with guns on the road in Gwalior but no bandits anymore. In fact people there are so fascinated by guns and it’s so common to own a gun that we have at least 3 gun shops within a km distance from my house in Gwalior.
On another note, I like to read your adventures/misadventures and find them interesting. You have lived quite an eventful life, I must say. It would be a pleasure to meet you someday. Until then… please keep those blogs coming.