How does it feel?

 Though I belong from that generation of engineering students who suddenly felt all hippie listening to Avril yelling out of cheap non Dolby speakers of brand new laptops, this title has no relation to her superhit number. I also belong to the same gen who after passing out of college heard and popularized the mango man predicament on social networks. And it seems more logical now that I am of the same gen who got bit the bug of this gen-Entrepreneurship.

Though I would rather classify myself as a mango-preneur. The one who was brought up in a nuclear yet highly “sanskari”(Thanks Alok!!) family amidst grandpa-ma and uncles and aunts in the holidays and amidst countless stories of “getting employed” and the joy that follows and how studying could make you the man , of course the man of their dreams.

In fact , I recollect an incident from my childhood. Our rich landlord had just bought one of those tall tail-light Tata car and how in the evening my mother gauging my mood said “Tum bhi acche se padhoge to tumhare paas bhi aisi car ayegi”. Yes, I was and still am too fascinated by cars. And back then I was just 8 years old. Today , I neither have a car nor am I 8. I am 23 , I got the rest of the things except the car :P. But then the bug bit . It did bite hard.

Today as i stand at the crossroads,maybe a bit ahead too, I ponder whether my mom was right. Yes she was, but only partly. Truth is at some point of time in your life , if you aspire more than just “those” things ,you ought to bungee jump. And let go , and still Believe (not a Bieber trademark i suppose) that you would pull up just before hitting. Yes you have your heart in your throat, but that’s the truth, you enjoy that moment because you believe , the string won’t snap. Belief, is all I possess today. Nothing more. And that is because I listened to all of them and to all that which charted a path that definitely was according to a map, a map that was theirs unfortunately not mine.

I am fortunate enough to be at the crossroads though, not under any home loan ,not counting the bucks for a car’s downpayment nor the talent to retain a fairy (;)). As a mangopreneur , all I have is the faith and a handful of some mangoes like me , some have made it, others still trying to make the juice worth the squeeze. I feel I have crossed the cross-road. And joined countless little hands and brains all trying to toil for a dream that has only one viewer – You yourself.! hope so this beginning is the end of the map charted by others and the foundation stone of my own Dream-Vile !

mango going off!