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We are all special in our tiny little world. Our world is our imagination, aspirations, and zeal of not giving up. When we start seeking within, questioning ourselves, that is when the magic happens.
We don’t need a self-help book or a therapist to tell us our purpose of existence.
Tesla dies poor; Van Gogh died in melancholy and, Beethoven produced a masterpiece being almost deaf.
We have been interviewing interns for two-quarters of paid internships. I have been noticing a trend in most of the CVs: AI and Data analytics.
I am not going to blame the students as they are just getting out there and acquiring familiarity. What worries me is almost everyone wants to do AI and, most have the same tasks finished: most cases running few pre-existing models or data dashboards taught in online courses.
AI and Data analytics are much more than running some example code.
I remember how we had a Linux user group in our days and regular mentoring sessions. We were taught and guided about the core. With the emergence of the internet, mostly LUGs are dead.
Another worrisome trend is students are hoarding internship certificates. What knowledge will one get in 2 months? We have been offering it for 5-6 months.
We have got a few aspiring folks after four-five dozen interviews. We have room for a few more.
How much is enough? Will this realization going to come anytime soon? Why are we running like a headless chicken towards one goal post to another?
Our life was supposed to be lived peacefully with our dear ones around. But it seems the opposite. We are living isolated, working like a robot, buying all the worldly pleasures. We are making money but not enough time for our aging parents or growing child.
Money is in abundance, but are we content? All this money is of what use when we are losing ourselves and getting more sick, isolated in earning it. Is there an end to wealth creation?
Can we think like free-flowing water without the bias of the past?
Can we see every adversary as an opportunity?
Can we not let the past blind us and make us like/trust the world less?
How much do we have to compare our journey with the rest?
Are we not different? As in our identity, consciousness?
Why are we letting ourselves go bonkers over what has not worked earlier?
How can we know about the depth of a river without swimming inside?
I have been talking to many of my friends who have been working from home for some time. The adversity of COVID has given an opportunity. Most have accepted the fact that working from their hometown, village and, farmland is a reality.
Industrialization accumulated talent and wealth both. It resulted overnight and making a city cosmopolitan. The reason for population migration was factories: your presence is needed to operate the mills.
The trend continued even in the case of the software Industry. The wealth and opportunity exist mostly in metros. Every graduate would aspire to be in Bangalore for a software job.
With COVID the mindset is shifting. A lot many youths are working from home for their companies. Some are even realizing to run their business from their hometown. Some are running and creating wealth in these small cities and towns of India.
We are far away from seeing the distribution becoming a trend but nevertheless, it is a good start.
Will I be packing my bag and move back home? I think one day I will.
Budhiya ka dimag kharab ho gaya hai, screamed Renu.
Budhiya is Boodhi Dadi; she celebrated her seventieth birthday last month. A stout lady with a potbelly, showering all her elderly love on Gulabo, her dear goat. Gulabo, the goat, is the purpose of her life. The love and care Boodhi Dadi has for Gulabo are way more than for Prem, her grandchild.
Boodhi Dadi’s husband died four years after their marriage. Their son Mukesh was only two years old then. It was during the time of the cholera outbreak. Many lost their lives in north India. They had enough land to take care of themselves.
Mukesh grew up as a handsome, well-built, and hot-headed individual. He ended up joining the army and returning home after retiring early. His days go in farming and gardening. He is in limited conversation with his mother. Other aunties in the village blame Renu, Mukesh’s wife for, the mother, son feud. The mukhiya of the house has turned into a tenant.
Boodhi Dadi followed a strict regimen of waking up at 5 am and taking gulabo out for a walk, feeding fresh grasses. She would devote the rest part to praying god and daily chorus. Should make half a dozen chappati for the day. It would later get mixed in hot milk with jaggery. That has been her diet for the last few decades. On some occasions, weddings, festivals, and poojas, she would eat anything else. During holidays kids and cousins would visit Boodhi Dadi from the mentors bringing sweets and sarees. I wish she would have shown the same love to Prem, her grandson.
Winter came early this year, and daadi broke her bones as she slipped from the chapakal(handpump). She was bedridden for a few months. In the last few weeks of her life: Daadi went on fast and repeated Hanuman Chalisa and Durga Saptasati. She has rejected taking medicines and died in pain. It was Gulabo next to her crying: meh meh meh when she took her last breath.
In an unprecedented turn of events roughly three weeks from mother’s death, Mukesh sold Gulabo to a butcher in the adjacent village.
There are many people we are connected via our network like LinkedIn, Twitter, etc. We have not personally met them. We are added to them for their wisdom, domain expertise.
As a founder, we are always on a joyride with things screwing up now and then. I was looking for some help in marketing and ads and reached out to few folks. I had a call with a few and a good conversation.
I have always been an extrovert, and it makes me feel it is good to reach out for help from people better than yours. People are generally good, kind, and helpful.
I picked Havelles: The untold story of Qimat Rai Gupta. It is another rags to riches story. One guy works hard to build an empire by going against all the odds and uncertainties.
It reminded me of the MDH group and Haldiram’s founder’s journey. The risk-taking attitude, perseverance, and persistence.
I think I have found the algorithm for writing these inspirational books:
You have an inspirational book about an Indian billionaire who made it big from the rags. You can replace Havells founder with all the other family houses that made it big and whose generation is enjoying over the wealth created by previous generations.
The secret sauce of success is sold and glamorized by media and best selling authors. What most don’t tell you about the sufferings one has to go through to achieve the invisible. Tesla, Gandhi, Beethoven, Rudyard Kipling, Helen Keller, Ada, Charlie Munger, Ruskin Bond, Van Gogh, Epictetus, founders of Haldirams, Havell’s Electric: the list is non-ending.
Success comes with sufferings, failures, losing loved ones, and getting ostracized by society. It is a journey and full of rough edges. One has to be courageous and should have self-belief, conviction, and a small bunch of believers.
How much time do we spend thinking about what we want from the world and the people around us? It is like a checklist of expectations from the rest. We build our imaginary castle, and when these expectations are unmet, we turn sad or become violent. In certain instances, we stop believing in humanity altogether and start living as an isolated individual.
How much does this hurt us in the end? How much do other care about it?