I was hired into business development and my boss was not an easy one. In fact, one of the scariest. A perfectionist. I didn't know what he was trying with me? Finally one day, just after 3 months I told him “Abhi, I don't think I can save our friendship if we continue to work together.” He said okay, like a gentleman, as we reached the office he wrote me a cheque to date and said “You can hand it over.” Only after leaving his company, I realised the knowledge I had gained but I don't regret quitting since I would have lost his friendship. One great guidance I got was to treat personal life and work-life separately, which I apply even now. Life is impossible otherwise.
During graduation, I wanted to be a tour escort, so I could travel to different places. With the pressure to settle down, I ended up taking the wrong jobs and messed my career. I have about 7 offer letters with hardly a couple of relieving letters. I do things with passion or don't do it at all. The day I felt I’m done, I quit. No notice period or formalities. All the jobs that I took up, I was comfortable for a few weeks and later got bored doing the same monotonous thing day after day. I couldn't see a life to wish for, even at the top level, to become the way our managers had, No, Not for me. With age and experience life has to get easy and not complicated.
Another thing that kept me away from the industry was people. People in suits are cheaper than the roadside vendors. The fight to reach the top is like winning a war to rule the kingdom, and they do eventually. If you work hard, you would end up working forever. For me, I needed a life of my own, didn't matter even if I was alone.
We wanted to take a bank loan to build the homestay when my aunt said she would fund it. with the competition, I wanted to do 2 cottages and gradually progress depending on the flow of bookings. This time, my father comes in, brings in an engineer, they talk among themselves and before I knew, a 20 lakh loan was on my head! And with the unnatural floods that season, tourism came to a halt and I was totally frustrated.
Even when the business went well, every time I received payment, my mom stood in front of me with a bill or a commitment leaving me with just enough to buy some Cannabis. She spent that on her passion for animals and running the farm. I knew I wasn't good at handling money, I kept quiet. Trying my best to at least keep them happy, I cut down the company of my friends, spent more time at home, took them to every movie that arrived, drove them to meet relatives and visit temples. I accepted things simply by nodding to everyone in the family, faking a smile, but something was mounting on the inside.
One of my labourers put me in a fix at home exposing me for smoking weed. Everyone in the house knew except dad and when they started to act weird, I had to stand up and tell my father. Things calmed down the next day, but treating me as a failure and watching my every move suspiciously irritated me. I had lived alone for about 8 years and needed my space.
Finally, a small spark of passion lit up. “Go get away”, I told myself. The start was a pinch though. I had been toying with this idea of travelling on a motorcycle across the country for a long time. The next day I told my family that I wanted to travel again. They didn't say much, they knew I didn't have the money.
I was sure I couldn't take the Jawa this time, it would become another joke. She runs great, but my finances weren't. So it was the 100 cc Bajaj Platina, which I bought some time ago for 12 thousand rupees. The Bike needed a new clutch, a tyre and oil. You don't want a breakdown early, so I got busy setting the bike, bringing it to stock. Once I was on the road it did not seem too bad.
No matter how much cash I borrowed, it didn't seem enough. My aunt and granny handed me about 3000 for my travel. I had loaned 10000 from granny, out of which 3k went on insurance, 4k on the bike and tyre. Finally, when I left home I had about 6 thousand rupees, still needed a charger on the bike and a rain pant.
Adventure is the lack of experience. For me, it was no adventure, it was life. The only adventure was my finances. This time I limited my luggage. Two jeans, boxers, 1 short, 3 pairs of socks, thermals, sweater, a small blanket, sleeping bag, tent, tools, bungee cords, jacket, a decade-old rain jacket, fresh up kit, chargers and power bank, a backup mobile, a few plastic bags for laundry or wet clothes and a novel. Prepped the bike and bags, it was dad's birthday, the 23rd of August. I didn't think much, I loaded my luggage picked a direction and started riding. North East.
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During graduation, I wanted to be a tour escort, so I could travel to different places. With the pressure to settle down, I ended up taking the wrong jobs and messed my career. I have about 7 offer letters with hardly a couple of relieving letters. I do things with passion or don't do it at all. The day I felt I’m done, I quit. No notice period or formalities. All the jobs that I took up, I was comfortable for a few weeks and later got bored doing the same monotonous thing day after day. I couldn't see a life to wish for, even at the top level, to become the way our managers had, No, Not for me. With age and experience life has to get easy and not complicated.
Another thing that kept me away from the industry was people. People in suits are cheaper than the roadside vendors. The fight to reach the top is like winning a war to rule the kingdom, and they do eventually. If you work hard, you would end up working forever. For me, I needed a life of my own, didn't matter even if I was alone.
We wanted to take a bank loan to build the homestay when my aunt said she would fund it. with the competition, I wanted to do 2 cottages and gradually progress depending on the flow of bookings. This time, my father comes in, brings in an engineer, they talk among themselves and before I knew, a 20 lakh loan was on my head! And with the unnatural floods that season, tourism came to a halt and I was totally frustrated.
Even when the business went well, every time I received payment, my mom stood in front of me with a bill or a commitment leaving me with just enough to buy some Cannabis. She spent that on her passion for animals and running the farm. I knew I wasn't good at handling money, I kept quiet. Trying my best to at least keep them happy, I cut down the company of my friends, spent more time at home, took them to every movie that arrived, drove them to meet relatives and visit temples. I accepted things simply by nodding to everyone in the family, faking a smile, but something was mounting on the inside.
One of my labourers put me in a fix at home exposing me for smoking weed. Everyone in the house knew except dad and when they started to act weird, I had to stand up and tell my father. Things calmed down the next day, but treating me as a failure and watching my every move suspiciously irritated me. I had lived alone for about 8 years and needed my space.
Finally, a small spark of passion lit up. “Go get away”, I told myself. The start was a pinch though. I had been toying with this idea of travelling on a motorcycle across the country for a long time. The next day I told my family that I wanted to travel again. They didn't say much, they knew I didn't have the money.
I was sure I couldn't take the Jawa this time, it would become another joke. She runs great, but my finances weren't. So it was the 100 cc Bajaj Platina, which I bought some time ago for 12 thousand rupees. The Bike needed a new clutch, a tyre and oil. You don't want a breakdown early, so I got busy setting the bike, bringing it to stock. Once I was on the road it did not seem too bad.
No matter how much cash I borrowed, it didn't seem enough. My aunt and granny handed me about 3000 for my travel. I had loaned 10000 from granny, out of which 3k went on insurance, 4k on the bike and tyre. Finally, when I left home I had about 6 thousand rupees, still needed a charger on the bike and a rain pant.
Adventure is the lack of experience. For me, it was no adventure, it was life. The only adventure was my finances. This time I limited my luggage. Two jeans, boxers, 1 short, 3 pairs of socks, thermals, sweater, a small blanket, sleeping bag, tent, tools, bungee cords, jacket, a decade-old rain jacket, fresh up kit, chargers and power bank, a backup mobile, a few plastic bags for laundry or wet clothes and a novel. Prepped the bike and bags, it was dad's birthday, the 23rd of August. I didn't think much, I loaded my luggage picked a direction and started riding. North East.
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OMG.... Was I that bad... 🤔🤔😂
ReplyDeleteNo you weren't. You had to be that person because of many things, the competition, funding and I can imagine the pressure one has to take and give to build something in todays world.
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