entrepreneurship

They come in all shapes and sizes. Boxes.

Some going far. Some just next door. They all sit shoulder to shoulder as the postmen gather and sort them at a train station. Perhaps with little idea of what’s in them.

The boxes themselves sit pretty. They have their own story to tell. A former Indian Prime Minister wrote a poem titles “Envelope” which went something like this

“The letter inside is yours
The address on the cover is his
Between the two of you
I get ripped open”

What’s inside us is far precious. When we keep ripping ourselves apart and let newer versions of us emerge, the address on the boxes keeps changing.

We see many new lands. We go places, as they say.

Rip yourself apart. Let the new you emerge from the boxes!

(at Jamshedpur, Jharkhand)

So, how do you welcome a new day?

When the Sun sends the first hints of his shimmering rays, it is but a small hint of the opportunity ahead.

To continue the work from yesterday.

To begin anew.

To press reset.

To walk the long road.

To course correct.

To sit down and reflect.

Whatever works for you.

That the Sun shows up in the east can lull us to think of it as a matter of routine. But to look at it as something else can alter how we treat the rest of the day.

So, wherever you are, sing in celebration when the Sun shows up. Dance. Run. Play. Read.

The majestic Sun teaches us about changes & transitions like none else.

(at Udaipur City, Rajasthan, India)

When the waters kiss the boat with a rather stern energy you are reminded of the strength safety net that the shore offered.

And when the boat ebbs a bit in hapless disregard for the passengers on it you sniff the challenges ahead.

You have a thousand butterflies in your stomach. But there is strange adrenalin coursing your veins. Its almost like when you were young, full of life and ready! Thats when life shifted.

You grip the oars and can feel the water through them. You begin to stroke the oars and the waters seems to gird their loins.

A thin smile escapes furrowed brows and pursed lips. For you have worked at this. You are ready for the ride.

Between stimulus and response there is ‘choice’. Viktor Frankl’s famous and profound work consumes me today.

There is always a mountain of stuff to be done, people to be met, convincing to happen, arguments to be closed. There is always more to do. In more ways than one thats good.

It gives purpose to the day. It gives energy and a reason to summon every ounce of energy and then go after what the day presents.

With joy and abandon.

Afterall, between what the day throws at you and how you respond to it, there is choice.

Smile.

Go kiss the world.

There is one fact. There is one view. And then there is another. And then there is another. There are several.

The fault in us is when we assume one view to be the final view. Our view that is!

To always stay on the look out for our biases colouring our views, will help us see things in better light.

For started, recognising that there could be a different way of looking at the same object will set us on a better tangent.

So what are you looking at today. Rather how are you looking at it?

The incredible thing about sunsets is that they have an uncanny similarity with sunrises.

Every sunset gives way to a new sunrise. Its the time when the birds are close to home. Either flying away or flying to.

Both sunrises and sunsets are lovely to look at. There are several reasons. One such is both represent change. Of a closure of sorts and the beginning anew of something else.

The birds will tell you the true story. For they show you how to fly

When you leave sight of a shore, new adventures come your away. Yet, the allure of adventure must override fears. Fears of loss and pain. Sometimes unfounded and at other times rather practical.

But it is in the courage to seek new shores that life seeks its renewal from. It is this seeking that we need to keep alive in us. To stay curious and to have the courage to leave shores that have been kind and familiar.

It is in this seeking that new journeys emerge. When the new journeys emerge new insights come by.

Somewhere along the line, new eyes and a new mind appears.

Go travel.

(at Diveagar, Maharashtra, India)

Where you stand depends on where you sit. So said Nelson Mandela. Prescient man.

What happens if you sit close on the edge? With water flowing by? Or the vast expanse of the mountains staring at you? 

Perhaps in a green park with mowed lawns and manicured pathways. Or in the rough tumble of a unruly grass in a forest.

Or do you sit in a glass cabin lording over people? Or are you part of the ‘people’ sitting amongst them. Standing up to plough the land sow the seeds. 

Where we sit often is a function of a where a good bench is. Perhaps its a good idea to go with where a good view beckons and get a bench done.

That way, when you stand you get to work on stuff that you are passionate about.

After all you will be standing on it.

Taking the stairs is a lot of distance covered as well. It may not amount to a great deal on the ground but is distance in height.

Taking the stairs is good for the heart and the mind too. You huff, puff and pant at the end of it. And then you realise that it is part of the deal.

Climbing any stair is a bit of a huff and a puff. But the real deal is that you are ‘climbing’. You are going against gravity. That sets it apart.

I have been taking the stairs a lot. Even when the elevator is available. It does something to me. To be able to climb at my own pace.

Whats your take?

The lion will lend a ride to the monkey. The same monkey who jumps three trees at one go. He needs a ride from the lion because the big buffallo is troubling him with his horns.

If you don’t make stories on the go to enthrall your kids, you are missing something. Go on, tell them a story and watch them react. Their imagination will jump all over the place and in its jumping it will teach you a thing or two.

The little miss’s imagination teaches me every day that reality can be as good or bad as we imagine it to be. When we string a different reality in our minds and tell ourselves a different story, there is a new tune to our old songs.

Go tell a good story and watch a kid tell one. The world is a new place when you give yourself into it.