koolhead17
We should be responsible for our actions. It is easy to blame others in misery. Our actions come with consequences. Impulsive rejection, irrational behavior, unwanted arguments all make us angry, affect our heartbeat.
These little decisions, reactions can haunt us for life. We should be careful with our actions and consequences it carries for the long run.
How much gratitude do you have for your believer?
If someone knows the key to success, they must be a messiah, which is rare.
Being grateful to those who gave you that first opportunity takes us long in life, profession. It reminds me of crazy life full of surprises, success, and failure.
Are we living in some simulation? I was talking to a friend last day and, that was the topic of our discussion.
I have no clue: what or who governs us: our consciousness, god, simulation, or some alien.
One thing I do believe in is karma, treat others well. Good things will happen. You will reap what you saw, something like a video game.
Be good, play well, and win.
We underestimate the power of compounding. Be it with a task, action items, or picking up a hobby.
I don’t subscribe to that 10000 hours of mastery but believe in the process of compounding. All we need is little effort every day but for 365 days a year.
When we do an aggregated calculation, it ends up adding.
Some of us are not happy with whatever we have got. We thrive in panic. If everything is going normal in our life, we will get worried.
It is more like living in a boiling pot and live life as long as being roasted. People who suffer most from such people are their loved ones, peers, or team members they work.
It’s like living under the reigns of Nero.
If you are one such person, calm the fuck down or, you work under such a personality, pack your bag and leave for your sanity and future.
In the end, it is your customer who will define the value of your product. Those marketing and PR can get your sales, licensing done only for a limited period.
As a founder, you must be having a great vision, roadmap, and expectation. But if a customer fails to get those rewards from it, their perception will go dud.
All your design, market research, UX, and product development will go to waste. Instead of building perception about your product via social media marketing, PR focus on customer’s pain and works towards giving them a painkiller.
The sticker of our Alma Mater or who we worked for takes us somewhere.
The ills of it are that we end up living in a herd with tunnel vision. In the end, execution matters, how we treat others matters, how we see ourselves matters.
These stickers can become a burden on us if we do not live, see, connect rationally with empathy towards ourselves and others.
Founders life is different from media or news channels fundraising announcements. 90% of startups fail. No one cares about those founders. The founder’s life is about dealing with rejections gracefully.
A teammate will fight and leave.
A customer demo will go haywire.
An investor will tell you all the wrong things you are building.
It is like fighting a war every day. In all this misery and pessimism, we remember that little encouragement. It stays for eternity. We know who got us a first cheque, who vouched for us in closing sales, or who was our evangelist. These little things stay forever.
I know we are living in a non-idealistic world where capitalism and fame act as oxygen.
Social media is a loudspeaker with an unlimited scream, a battleground for thought leadership without knowledge. It will be difficult beyond a point to distinguish between a dog or an expert shoving theirs thought leadership.
During Covid, these folks were fighting with the doctors and experts. During the India-China standoff, they were the ones throwing their tips for our soldiers.
The side effect of this is that the new generation is more interested in becoming a showman, bragger on this platform instead of building, doing the real thing.
Yesterday I giggled seeing an 18-year-old kid fighting over hiring & funding challenges with someone in the industry for a few decades. I consider myself lucky to have not been born, growing up in this social media frenzy life.
It must have been around 9 pm and, the DVG market was buzzing. There were folks busy street shopping. I saw this kid staring at the box of earrings the hawker was selling. I felt like she is imagining to be wearing one of them from the collection. The city was going for a night curfew in an hour and, I had to eat.
The curiosity and imagination she was staring at those earrings reminded me of my childhood. In my case, it was about those mangoes from Raja’s bagaan.
I asked the kid if she needs one of those earrings and, she immediately said yes. She must have been 6-7 years old. I got her the earrings, paid the hawker, and ran for my dinner.
Last week in the afternoon I went to the market again to buy some dry fruits and, while crossing the hawker, he stopped me and told me what happened after I left.
Hawker: Sir, please buy it again.
Me: Why?
Hawker: I had to give 100 rupees and take back the earrings from that kid’s mother. That was the only sale I made the whole day.
I paid him 100 rupees and bought it. I will give it to my sister next week, meeting her for Rakhi.