A Silicon-valley entrepreneur makes it big. Cashes out, making a fortune. Moves back to Mumbai. His wife takes a stroll down the promenade on Marine Drive, holding her 3 year-old son by the hand.
In movies, in novels, in drama, we’re tuned to expect a clean cut story.
Things are as they should be. Neat. Ordered. Structured.
Maybe not in the details, but in the big, broad picture.
Life, though, is messier.
“You are the master of your own destiny!”
The words screamed off the pages of a self-help book I was reading in my mid-20s. They burned themselves into my malleable mind, becoming a mantra.
It was also when, for the first time, I had control over some things.
I was stuck in traffic. In 20 minutes, my car had moved barely 5 feet – and I was getting frustrated.
Curious to see how others were reacting, I looked around.
My daughter’s final high school board exams were about to begin.
When I cast my mind back to when I was appearing for my own finishing tests, one thing stands out.