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We need not donate $100 to a charity everyday. But small acts of kindness and good deeds can make our day – Be it helping a blind person to cross the road, giving a bus seat for an old woman, holding the door for a pregnant woman to enter, giving way for a car trying to merge in the packed road, giving the ‘unused’ or ‘never to be used’ book to library etc.,
While we converse daily about very serious issues and concerns of the society, country and the world, we tend to forget or fail to appreciate the small inspirations that we see in our daily life. The small inspiration could come from a neighbor, a friend, a colleague, a family member, a classmate.
“We can do good from where we are, with what we have”. And here’s a life inspiration that truly depicts the above line. [The below narration is from one of the email forwards that I received recently from a friend (Thanks S for sending this)]
Narration of a unique auto-rickshaw ride by Suvendu Roy of Titan Industries, who shares his inspirational encounter with a rickshaw driver in Mumbai.
Last Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an aircraft style pouch) behind the driver’s back rest.
I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.
My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, Dettol and some medicines. This was enough for me to realize that I was in a special vehicle. Then I looked round again, and discovered more – there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths – from Islam and Christianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan. I realized that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.
I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished.
I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer’s plastic company was shut down. He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night. No break unless he was unwell. ”Sahab, ghar mein baith ke T.V dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.”
We realized that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life. I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time. He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use. He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: “25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped. Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.
My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO! A hero who deserves all our respect!!!
Our journey came to an end; 45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshiping Mumbai, my temporary home.
We disembarked, and all I could do was to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a free ride for a blind man.
I hope, one day, you too have a chance to meet Mr. Sandeep Bachhe in his auto rickshaw: MH-02-Z-8508.
Who is your inspiration today? Spend few minutes to draw it from your memory. Have a great inspiring day!
The Strokeplay
- it’s brilliance from your hands will be missed. A level headed consistent batsman-ship will be missed. While I was reading through all those who have to say about you and your mastery over the sports, these particular lines enlightened me, as your fan.
“If you get Dravid, great.
If you get Sachin, brilliant.
If you get Laxman, it’s a miracle.”
(Brett Lee repeating the words of wisdom of his former captain, Steve Waugh)
TEST CRICKET WILL MISS YOU, VVS!
And now, some nostalgic moments:
https://reflectionsraji.wordpress.com/2007/12/01/lax-a-go-getter/
https://reflectionsraji.wordpress.com/2010/02/16/lax-a-go-getter-part-2/
Seattle Times…
The Travel:
It was a trip planned well in advance. It was a trip that was due for a year, waiting for the cute twins grow and giving adequate private time for my friends to enjoy the parenthood and the new experience. Few days before the trip, I told my colleague friend M about the Seattle trip. M, who shuttles between Seattle and Colorado Springs often, told “Say my hi to the pilot” and giggles followed 
The GPS struggled to work on my way to Denver but some luck showered in the form of my driving skills and the driving directions memory that I held hitherto.
The sleep cycles after the India trip was a deviant that continued even ‘in the air’. I had the Infinithoughts magazine on my handbag that gave me company through out. It was the first time after so many years I finished reading the magazine in one sitting. There was an argument between the airline crew and a lady who boarded. Due to a delay in the previous flight, this lady has gotten into this connecting flight at the last minute where as her boss had missed. The argument continued for a while until the crew member had to discuss about the laws and regulations. I got reminded of actress Sneha who comes in a guest appearance as the Senior airline crew member in the latest movie OKOK – The nuisance in the movie scenes was probably in line with this actual and thats why I gotten Sneha in my mind at that point of time.
Howdy chats:
While we disembarked the plane, saw most of the people taking their jackets and wearing it. I too picked up my jacket and wore it. Seattle weather can be gloomy all the time. I remember my colleague friend M telling me the correlation of percentage inclination of suicides and weather. AP came to pick me up and we talked about work, Colorado, songs, movies, personal things etc. There was a group of friends at his place and we had dinner and ended up chatting till 2 AM in the morning. S was asking about my India trip and other personal plans. The twins were happily sleeping in their places and we did not disturb them.Is this what is called ‘Sleepless in Seattle?’ 
B’day Party:
The next afternoon was the B’day party. In the morning, AP’s mom, sis and I were chatting for a while talking about good old stories and how me and his sis used to play teacher games Getting the Y & Y twins ready was not an easy task. The tikes that I had gifted was a hit – the twins and all those kids who came to their place wanted to ride on that. Loved the kids dresses – the boY with a cute coat suit and the girlY with a cute little pink frock and a flowery headband was a delight to watch. The next set of dresses – a girlY chudidhar with a dupatta for a one year old? (wonder how they design such cute dresses for the little ones) and the ‘cool dude’ dress of boY also suited them well that we couldn’t get the eyes off of them. Snaps were clicked continuously.
Though I am not used to long earrings, with S’s request, wore one. I looked different to myself The bright colored dress was another thing that was a new attempt from me. The new attempts bore its fruit of satisfaction revealed from the snaps that I saw later. The party place was filled with friends of AP & S. Loved the place which had a park and a lake around. We took a stroll to the lakeside and took few pictures. Then some group snaps followed. The lunch dishes were good and we packed the left overs for dinner. While getting into the car, A came and showed me a photo asking “Why are you not having a Bindi in this photo?”. I said “Ha ha…it’s not me”. The girl in the photo was a look-alike of me and hence the question. I then enquired who that was and since it was AP/S’s friend SC’s sister, I have started calling SC as ‘enga Anna SC’
We had some games in the evening at AP/S’s place and dinner at their friend’s place. There was a game to tell in one line about each of them present there. They asked me to tell about S and after few mins of thoughts I said “Friendly”. I could have come with a better word because I meant to say something more than that. Anyways, my turn was over. S was asked to tell about me and she said “Samaritan”. M said “I have read the word in books but don’t know the complete meaning of it”. I was in the same boat as M but I thought it was to refer a person who lends a helping hand. My vocab is limited that way. When S detailed it, I didn’t know how to react but smiled and felt very happy inside
Dinner time was fun at their friend’s place. We were taken an inside tour of the house by A. Liked the way they have kept things, modelled and adorned the house. We had home made dinner, party left overs, pizzas. Before a game of poker was started, we requested AP and his brother-in-law, a talented vocalist and guitarist to play Guitar and sing songs of “Engal choice” [the songs that were chosen from all of us]. Songs ranged from Ilayaraja’s “Madai Thirandhu” to Harris Jeyaraj’s “Nenjukkul Peidhidum”. Banters were there in between the musical show Kids were engrossed in Wii games. The game of Poker was detailed to some of us who were new to it. I watched the game most of the time rather than taking the role of a player. Time flew and it was well past midnight. Then, to bed.
Sunday treats:
GirlY refused to come to me most of the times but boY did not. Sat besides them and saw them playing. Took pictures with them in AP’s friend N’s place. I knew N from the school days. I was teasing N and AP on how those school days they waited at the bus stop to sight a girl of my class, whom they liked We had a surprise baby shower for AP’s sis and then lunch at N’s place. We had a ‘in and around’ house tour there also
Left to the airport there after. AP & S came to drop me off. On the way I was thinking of the hand written card that they gave. I’ve clipped it on my bedroom now. It means a lot to me as it referred how much I mean to them. Their gift to me reached a week later – it was a very funny desktop organizer. I told S why I did not want to keep that in my work place. If I keep it, I’m sure every one who walks that side, will stop by and pass some comments.
Jazz-Oh!
Boarded the flight and with insufficient sleep for few days, thought of dozing off as soon as I get in. There was an old man sitting across my seat smiled and asked me “Are your parents from India?” I nodded and he said he want to talk to me. I did not know why until he came and sat next to me and told his details. He was a musician who had gone to various parts of India for his concerts. We started talking about various topics – India, Culture, Varanasi, Chennai, Carnatic Music, Brahmins, Religious gods, Marriage rituals, Dowry, Recipes etc., He said he loved Upma and Dosa with coconut chutney and sambar. He went into the details of “how to make Upma?” I told about my iota of knowledge on music and the carnatic classes that I had taken [not worth mentioning though 
] We both did some thaalams, aadhi thaalams and talked about some raagas that I’m familiar with. Being at the rear end of the flight, the flight attendant kept smiling at me often seeing our conversation. The old man and I talked about Harappa, Mohenjadaro, Castes, religions, history, tamil linguistics, differences between Hindustani and Carnatic – Most of these topics which I am not knowledgeable enough, I felt bad for not knowing more about my country, history and ancient culture that he asked about. I shared the Dosa recipe with him. He showed me how he wrote his name in Hindi – It was crystal clear and correctly written. He asked me if I am in my 20s. I told that it was a decade before Good thoughts, happiness, peace can bring radiance in you making you look and feel younger
While we waited to pick our baggages from the side, he sang a carnatic song for me. I remembered my carnatic teacher and my ‘on the class’ experiences then. Back home then…
Every trip offers a different enriching experience. Many more to come…
Bridging the gap – Part III
Meeting ‘Ra’: Tried so much to meet ‘Ra’. I knew beforehand that it would be too difficult to get an appointment to meet him. So, I started my attempts to get an appointment few days after I booked the flight tickets to India. After many attempts, I got an appointment. G was the one who was in constant touch with me to get that appointment. I was a bit anxious and many things were running in my mind like what to talk, do I need to write a set of questions that I can ask him when I meet, will he accept the personalized gift of Inspiration that I had got for him and the feedback on Frozen Thoughts (Infinithoughts now) that my friends had insisted me to give to him. The day came but the chance of meeting him did not happen. I was disappointed to miss it after giving so many attempts. I thought that the chances of meeting him would have been higher if I had been in Chennai and not in Madurai. But a sense of hope prevailed when G updated me that Ra may come to North America this year. Chances are there that me and my friends will meet him.
My ‘young’ buddy: 2-3 years after P was born, I held her in my arms. I was probably 10 years old that time. From that day till now, we are friends Now she’s in college and still remembers me and wishes on my Birthday every year and tries to meet me whenever I go to India. Without any notice, she stopped by, at our house one day. We did a ‘high five’ and started talking. Amidst her non-stop talking about college, friends, movies, studies and future plans, I got to talk for few minutes about US and higher studies here. With my more than one attempt on GRE, TOEFL and constant musings about higher studies I think I should become a ‘higher studies abroad’ consultant She insisted that I should have lunch with her sometime. I tried to make an awesome dosa for her which stuck midway. ‘Awesome’ turned to ‘terrible’…Seeing that, with giggles, she ran away
The Super Singer replica: G Aunty, who was our neighbor few years ago, called one day. She was excited to tell one thing – ‘You know what? Whenever the super singer junior Stefi comes to the daïs and sings, all of us at home get reminded of you. You looked the same when you were young’. I told her that my sis used to tell the same thing when Maestro’s daughter Bavadharini comes to stage. Ha ha…I know what they all mean…I wish they told that I sang like Stefi or Bavadharini
Eye care: The first time when I went with Amma, at the registration desk, they asked my age. When I told the age, the lady said that she couldn’t believe it and she thought I may be around 24. That’s when I realised the reason behind her eye glasses With my frequent visits to the eye hospital for Amma, all the sisters there connected to me very well. Every time I went, they talked to me nicely. One of them gave her contact # and asked me to be in touch. Another one told that she was very proud to see me taking care of my Amma like that. Ore fan following dhaan…:P
Mall in Madurai: It was ‘new’(s) to me when I heard that they have opened a new mall in Madurai. Maduraiyile mall-a? I wondered. Went there twice and picked up some new fashionable dresses. People were very courteous in the shops. Even on a Sunday, there were only few shopaholics. We went to food court to try few dishes. French fries for 57 rupees – Are you kidding me? Not like big malls in Chennai, but I feel that this itself is big for people in Madurai
Second Chennai Visit: The route from Madurai to Chennai – NH is great. There are toll roads, service areas, sign boards throughout which I thought was a real development from what I had seen earlier. We made some stops before reaching the Chennai city and visited some houses/apartments. We went to a township P.G. where all the apartments looked like palaces. Though I am not a big dreamer of lavish lifestyle or owning luxurious bungalows, my Appa said “This is where I think you should live”. I said “this is where I can live if I were a billionaire ” The sales manager’s native was Madurai and hence my family ended up talking for a while and had lunch with him.
After that, Appa, Amma and me went to the hotel talking about the horrible traffic in Chennai. We had wi-fi in the hotel and me and Appa used my iPad wisely. The next day, met B Aunty and her husband. We all had lunch together. She had bought some fancy jewelry for me as a token of her love and we talked about the initiatives that me and my friends had started. We talked about how we can provide education to some kids who cannot afford to get one and more on that front. After our lunch and back to hotel, my Amma and Appa said that the happiest couple that they have ever seen is B Aunty and her husband and they liked them. N’s Appa came to give her wedding invitations that I had assured to take it when I go back. My Appa and he talked about many things and I was listening. I wish I was there in Chennai for N’s wedding. But, there were lots of things to squeeze within few days of vacation.
Got the monthwise photos of my Nephew’s first year and loved it. Decided to pick a proper picture frame that can hold it. Then went to Grand sweets and picked up loads of items. With so much popularity of Express Mall, went there but returned empty-handed. Picked many books and DVDs for me and now my book shelf is overflowing (Padikromo illayo adikiruvomla ) The most surprising thing was without me telling that I was looking for Management/Business/Entrepreneurship books, my Appa was picking all those and giving it to me. My future plans are shaping well, I thought My Amma was giving a “What will she do with all these books?” look.
Met K & A, my previous company friends, for dinner. The ambience was great at AB and that was the first time I went to that restaurant. Casual talks about friends, family, life, personal things went on. Those canteen talks and breaks, birthday bashes, dance practices, cricket matches, organizing events, ‘what next’ talks, drop dead gorgeous following, Girls day outs – all those moments flashed – Golden period of my life. Very happy to be in touch with all of them and it was a pleasure to meet them after years, though the gang size has dwindled.
Most of my plans worked out with all those who I wished to meet (except Ra and college friends), what I wished to do and those that I wanted to eat (Mangoes, Butterscotch/Casatta ice creams, ‘Jayaram Bakery’ cakes in particular). Weeks went off in a jiffy.
Bye India and here I come, Colorado! There I was standing in the Chennai airport, waving bye to Appa and Amma.
- The End
Sundays with Raji – #24
Perfections Vs Imperfections:
I went to an Eye Hospital in India for a consultation and then had to make frequent visits for Amma’s surgery and the check-ups/follow-ups after that. Since I was a frequent visitor to the hospital, other than reading newspapers under a fan there, I was observing whatever was in there. They had a TV running Cartoon Network or National Geo Channels showing a lion catching a deer but most of the patients/visitors inside was not giving attention to it. Rather than giving attention to a TV, most of them read what was hanging there – details about different eye surgeries, how one needs to take care of their eyes, different technological advancements on eye surgeries etc.,
During one of the visits, I stood up and went to a sister (that’s how the working professionals inside the building, were called) and told that I want to give some suggestions in writing. Suddenly, 4 to 5 sisters flocked me giving a pen, a form and asked if I needed anything. I said that should be enough and started writing. My Appa, who was sitting next to me looked at me and started focussing on what I was writing. I had few things on it – The way I admired their hospitality, the care taking principles that they follow. Two suggestions – 1. Instead of running a ‘Cartoon Network’ or a ‘National Geo channel’ all the time, few times in between, they could show some eye exercises for people to follow, food items that are rich in vitamins that would help in eye care, in a creative way that would appeal people 2. Apart from having boards hanging in with different things that could promote their business, they could also have some boards detailing the significance and pledging of eye donations after death.
As most of you think, I was questioned – Do you think they are going to read and implement it? My answer was ‘I don’t know’. But, what if they implement it and if 1% of the crowd among all their centers across the world decide to pledge for eye donation and follow the exercises and eye care techniques? It’s a win-win.
How many of us crib about the imperfections surrounding us? Almost all of us. We crib about systems, people who are imperfect. Talking about imperfections constantly – will it bring a change? Things will be imperfect. People will be imperfect. Systems will be imperfect. We have been sent to this world to become aware of it, strive to change it and make it better. Even in our day-to-day relationships, we see imperfections. If we start focussing on the imperfections alone, we will start losing peace. Neither you nor I are perfect in all ways. If you become aware of your imperfection, you strive and change it. That’s the attitude and success behind you.
Any change, for good, should start from you. Until then, nothing else surrounding you can be changed.
Bridging the gap – Part II
Hello Chennai!: With Immigration formalities over, headed towards the baggage conveyor belt to pick the baggage. Someone standing there helped me. Got out and after a while, could see a head popping out and waving at me – Appa, it was. Could see Appa and Amma faces brighten as I went close by. With a few good behavioural attitudes that I picked up here from US, went far away to keep the cart in its place. I could feel the humidity and difference of weather but it was not bad for me. After refreshing, my parents thought I would sleep like Kumbakarnan but I was all enthusiastic about meeting cousins and eating Saravana Bhavan sambar vadai Met my cousin B and she was asking me about my Matrimonial alliance seeking experiences. There I was, revealing my experiences and threw in few words of wisdom – This chance does not come often and hence made better use of it We went to PVR Cinemas and met our another cousin A – From those early days, A and B used to share their thoughts with me ranging from college crushes to where to do MS, MBA topics. Though I am older than them, I’m always called by my name – no suffixes like akka is attached – not that I want it but I feel without it, they feel close in sharing anything that generally they would hesitate to, as far as I know. Aha, there I received the honorarium I hogged on any type of food that I saw – Chats, Icecreams, Coffee (I picked the habit as soon as I landed in Chennai…), South Indian dishes, but was very cautious in having drinking water from anywhere. Met K the next day and collected my official document and talked to her for a while in the office where I used to work before. 15-20 mins was not enough for us to share lots of things that we wanted to and hence we decided to meet again. Good amount of friends and memories that I possess in this building – Golden period, it was. On the way, I was telling my dad that Chennai had become like New York – All high-rise buildings, hoardings were new to me. Visa Interview was a cake walk and after that, headed back home.
Endrum Maaradha Madurai: Had been anxiously waiting for years to see this person in Madurai and the day had come. Without knowing how that experience is going to be, sitting in the car, I was closing down my eyelids slowly taking myself few years back in my life…
Amma shook me asking “Tea or Coffee?” and I asked “Are we there?”
Did I meet whom I was anxiously waiting to see? What happened then?
To be continued…
Bridging the gap – Part 1
Here comes my India trip diaries. I usually end the post with an overall view of the trip in one line, but this time, it’s going to be at the start of the post – The most gratifying trip this was, for a variety of reasons. To know why, read further.
Friendship Fiesta: 2 days before I left for the trip, invited the newly weds G & D home and we had lots of stuff to talk and dine. D had brought home-made momos and I loved it. D is one of the great cooks I know. I’m a fan of her cooking, apart from her artistic skills. We watched the Oscar-winning ’127 Hours’ from my Blu-ray collections and talked about hiking and documentaries on inclines, amazon forests etc. Me, N and K hosted the dinner for them and I got a customized elegant inscribed photo frame for them and with N’s creativity, she created a hand-made greeting card for them. Everyone liked the peanut chutney I made for Rava dosa. N likes my tea and whenever she comes home, she asks “Raji tea pottu thareengala?” – Looks like I am a decent cook
Up in the air: This time, I reached the airport well in advance. Though I denied to take help from friends to drop me due to an early morning flight and it being a working day, G insisted and offered help to take the luggages down 3 floors in the apartment and drop me at the Park & Ride place. Glad that I have lots of friends here – without me asking for it – some helped to weigh luggages, some cooked for me, some came in to say ‘Bon Voyage’ the day before – I was brimming with happiness without not being sure if it had been like this years before when I went to India for vacation.
With 8 hours of transit time in the windy city, I thought to myself, “OMG, how am I going to kill time?” but 8 hours flew off like 8 minutes with friends and family calling in and wishing. With my hunger pangs looming high, was not able to find a restaurant and ended up eating a Banana walnut bread and Chai latte at Starbucks. The airline counter folks made a big deal of my hand luggage but somehow managed to talk through and get it passed without paying anything. Few Indian Uncles and Aunties in the queue were smiling at me holding a laptop and a huge file in one hand and the carry on luggage in the other.
I specifically said that I prefer a window seat but the travel agent has correctly booked the opposite – an Aisle seat. I was seated next to a Gujju paati. The moment I received my Asian Veg meals, she asked me “Are you a pure vegetarian?” and when I nodded, she said “Hmmm…that’s why you look so thin”. Smile is the best reaction that you can give when you don’t know how to react. Later, I missed the icecreams offered by the cabin crew and the paati gave me hers. I was moved but politely denied the offer. Watched the bollywood movie ‘Rockstar’.
In another transit to reach Chennai, before boarding, all those moms with small kids were busy feeding the kid something or the other and all dads were busy engaging the kids with iPads depicting the general scenario of parenthood these days. I went to ask for the gate details and the attendant asked me if I am a Tamilian – the face tells it, ya? Met a ‘to-be’ doctor S who’s pursuing her Medicine studies in NJ and we got along well with few minutes of general talk. The moment we landed in Chennai and directed towards the immigration section, that’s when we could see how the same set of people who follow a queue in US can intimate us that they are in India and they can stand anywhere they want and make the process difficult. S agreed to this fact and we formed a line then and waved bye to each other once the immigration process got over.
Its been 3 years since I had my foot on Indian soil, to be specific, Tamilnadu soil. I thought I would make a big thing out of the humidity, sweat, heat, traffic and the pollution but things were different…how?
Rest in next…
The Starting Point
I was talking to my friend last week and he said one of his friends may get into Babson for MBA. During our Vegas trip, K was telling R about my MBA dreams. During my NJ trip, my friend asked about my plans on doing MBA. Hmmm…It remains as a dream unfulfilled. More than doing an MBA, my dream is to do it in Babson and create my own start up. Babson & Bason only! Down the lane, I want to be a Venture Capitalist and nurture ideas. Startup and Venture Capitalist combo – Close to not achievable within this available short lifetime span But, You are the co-author of your destiny. Whenever I think of it, I’ll be left with this million dollar question – How will I form my own start up when I have to spend so much in doing a MBA and left indebted? Most of the people who I met, wanted to do an MBA for a greater ROI by working in larger firms and live a luxurious life. Nothing wrong in that. But my purpose of wanting to do an MBA is different. Leaving this dream fulfilled or unfulfilled solely lie in my hands. A dream is not something that’s kindled only when people ask about it, it remains within you forever, day in and day out. Where there’s a will, there’s a way!
With a touch of that personal story aside, this post is about a new section that I’m starting – “The Starting Point”. “The Starting Point” is about startups that I come across – my 2 cents of it, to be posted when I think I’ve something to write about something that’s worth mentioning.
If you like to know what I’ve been browsing through, in interest of learning about new ventures, check these out:
For foodies: http://www.themadaraskafe.com/
For Caffeine and Choco lovers: http://shop.livelaughingman.com/ [Hugh Jackman, it is! One of my top favorite ]
Those who loves customized jewels: http://www.studiotara.com/index.php
Amazon’s in India? http://www.junglee.com/
Lets buy it here: http://www.letsbuy.com/
Had been to “Crave real burgers” (You need a big mouth, to munch anything here) yesterday and someone talked about being a server in restaurants and how your viewpoint on whole life changes, being so – Some talks can give you a whole new perspective on things.
Google to start WEOW (Women Entrepreneurs On the Web) – Signed up [easiest thing to do, for now]
Need to do some case study and homework, before I write something on businesses.
Well, donations can pour in, for my dreams to turn into reality of becoming an educated Entrepreneur
Giving story – Published!
Venture Out!
Although I am not sure of the general rules, details, inhibitions, difficulties, methodologies etc that forms an Entrepreneurial venture, to me, entrepreneurship means serving the community (be it profit or non-profit), drawing in more employment opportunities in lieu of putting your passion and obsession into practice. If it’s a profitable organization, it leaves a legacy behind; If it’s a non-profit organization, it leaves an eternal service to mankind behind. The basis of an entrepreneurial venture is an idea. Neither everyone in this world can come up with fantastic and feasible ideas nor everyone who comes up with ideas can make that happen.
Having come across various ventures via web, word of mouth, there are few ideas that I felt, are impressive and valuable enough but yet not known to many. On a day to day life, for many of us, I believe, this list would be helpful(mostly for the people in India).
For your culinary desires and tiffin box planners, you ought to visit:
http://www.malli.in/
For all MBA aspirants, are you looking for the GMAT approach, strategies, application essays, expert tips, course outlines, forums, practice exercises, flash cards? There’s an one stop shop:
http://www.beatthegmat.com
Are you, your friends, your cousins, your siblings, your sons/daughters, your neighbor preparing for any competitive exams like CAT, GRE, GMAT, IES, JTO? Here’s the place you need to take a look:
http://www.btechguru.com
Do you have a list to buy for your new born or to-be born baby? You need not roam around the busy streets to get those. Here’s one that you can check out:
http://www.firstcry.com/
How many of us have supported Anna Hazare on facebook? Was it a deliberate choice to let people know that you also knew who Anna Hazare was? If not, why not take a look @ this and see what you can do?
http://www.ipaidabribe.com/
Some of you may like to design your own clothes but may not have time and resource to do it. See, if this helps:
http://www.rangaansh.webs.com/
There could be more like this that I am not aware of. If there’s anything that you have come across and that’s good to know, but not listed here, please feel free to put it in the comments section. Also, please feel free to spread the word.
“Be the change that you want to see in this world” – Mahatma Gandhi
