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So Much Time == So Less Time

As I lived the first official day of my second attempt at the entrepreneur journey, ironically it has given me time to reflect instead of taking it way.  The only difference I find is time flies faster than expected but I could independently choose what to do with the limited number of hours available. I get the feeling I have been unable to create enough but at the same time concentrate on lifestyle which is considered to be good like working on physical standing, reading for  intellectual and creative thinking and to spend cherish-able time with friends and family - idea-ting, discussing, enjoying. The same kind of freedom was somehow absent from my day to day life reclaiming which gives so much amount of good vibes is something which was being underplayed considerably by me. The conversion of so called work into daily fun is something unexpected but hoped and seeing it materialize into that is amazing. Hopefully these so called positive outlook remains so and keeps on increasing forever and ever. Suddenly I feel that this journey is highly recommendable and hopefully more people shall be able to experience it.

Freedom = Bill Payments

Day after day as my thoughts evolve in the world of start ups I wonder I have heard so many great ideas by so many interesting people why they never managed to hit the floor. Besides the characteristics of an entrepreneur which probably gets applied world wide, India suffers from one peculiar or not so peculiar problem. The problem of getting my bills paid. As the sea of innovative thinkers come from a background having a tricky concept of financial stability, most of us are just too afraid as the problem of bills is too tricky a problem to tackle as and when innovative thoughts kick in. Would it be easier had this problem not existed I don't know as contrarily most innovative thinking comes during time of downturns. This kind oof a push and pull is baffling but only if Bill Payment was taken care of, the freedom which most seek and because of which most gets delayed, would have been obtained, and probably then Indian start up space would have been a lot different

Be A Hoarder

Haven't  we met so many people who have the habit of collecting. These are called collectors, a likeable terminology which makes them interesting. Closer home the mostly likely collector would be your MOM. Hoarding things throughout a lifetime and she always has something handy which is available in times of creativity and need. The critique mind would say that what is the use of hoarding especially during times when living light has become a fad. Now a connection with those waves of thought has been established. Reminiscing I rue the fact that I have like so many others missed out on a golden opportunity of keeping plethora of knowledge at ones own fingertip. Years of knowledge gained and tool written after doing research for so many  hours gets lost amidst the overdose of everything around us. Would it not be nicer if we had learnt to hoard such knowledge in a place where it was easily accessible for reference . Nothing which is an IP but something which is open but still requires to be learnt. Especially during the times of BLOGS and GITS of the world, it would have been the apple which would kept us from the same effort of recall in the lifetime.

Paperwork - The Potential Opportunity

For some random reason human beings have created a psychotic obsessive fascination on paperwork. Since machines are an offshoot human imagination, it has also been well taught to generate more and more data. Was the ability to pass on stories orally an art form lost amidst the fear of losing historical civilisations. The tendency not to learn from others mistake is as natural as the animal instinct of territorial ism and fornication. We as a race have obsessed ourselves to perfection in curbing instinctive reaction with the release morphed into acceptable definition. Control is a seductive power driven us to blindness disregarding the basic essence of freedom. And all of these results in what , but of course, more and more data, more and more paperwork. Strangely all of them is an offshoot of some basic definitive tautology presented in a complicated form. Wouldn't  it be nice to have automated the very notion in order to box ourself in a very basic instinct of laziness.

Health - A Lurking Time Bomb

Some thing’s which one use to do or some activities performed regularly gets lost over a period of time. The general explanation to this phenomenon lies in the defeatist notion called time. As one becomes more worldly the Venn Diagram of available time becomes more and more complex with each passing day. The habits picked along with adulthood starts replacing the ones which contributed positively. The erroneous judgement was to give up the good old in place of the new. Is it because we being Indian generally has a tendency to over inculcate things. Nevertheless the realisation has woken me from the notion of procrastination and made me realise how much discomfort I have now with my current physical structure. With the current hopeless positive dust, the work on this highly abused structure has to be rejuvenated. Otherwise where would a healthy mind would reside if it does not get a compatible structure as its home.

TO START or NOT TO START

TO START or NOT TO START

Never been an easy desire to commit upon. 

Among so many multitudes of people moving in this direction LIFE has again brought me onto the crossroads where my desire of independence is in direct conflict with the fear of failure. A choice in my younger days was much easier to make with fearlessness. A failure which was much easier to digest that what it would be today. An earned personal life at risk with so many responsibilities to be overlooked, and an added responsibility of expectation. To the people who know me professionally it will always puzzle them why I haven't undertaken the journey much earlier. What is to be gained and what is to be lost. What do I want or do not want. Or shall I be more clichéd by echoing the sentiments of every human soul at some time or the other "What is the purpose of my Life?". An answer to which is highly unlikely to come to us in a dramatic theatrical moment. Like so many other things , it is to be defined by ones own personal desire and the daring act of jumping into its imagination. So many question and so many conflicts with the glaring reality of the daily bread. Which side will I ultimately fall is the answer to be sought.