Two Strong Entrepreneurial Faces of Modern India

My day to day regime has taught me that you simply walk down the lane with a joyous heart and an open mind and inspiration shall find you. And yes, I found my inspiration!

Shantaben, 50, (left) and Ramaben, 60, (right) are two women who are independently making a living for themselves and their families by selling milk. They are proud owners of three buffaloes and a cow. These two ladies have divided their roles of milking the animals, packing and distributing the milk. They are up before the sun rises and you can witness them engrossed in tasks like feeding the animals, cleaning them, collecting dung, preparing dung-cakes and similar activities. Their clients are extremely satisfied with their work and the quality of milk they deliver. These phenomenal women are in this business ever since they were children and have inherited it from their fathers and forefathers.

Who says that you need to enter a reputed B-school to acquire those entrepreneur skills? These two women have proved that experience, dedication, commitment, passion and a humble approach towards work makes it all!

They are the true faces of modern, skilled and empowered India!


The story of a differently abled entrepreneur

This humble man is Jayesh Bhai who lives in Waghodia area of Vadodara and makes a living by selling salt door to door. Unfortunately, he is physically disabled and can’t talk well too. Yet his self-esteem inspires him to earn bread for himself and his family, making him specially abled. He walks for 15-20kms daily to sell salt that fetches him 5 rupees per bag and he makes around 60-70rupees each day. He is a provider for his family that consists of his parents, wife and a daughter. His wife takes up random household chores and shoulders the finances.

What attracts the most to us about Jayesh Bhai is his the great entrepreneurial skill, his honesty and dedication towards his work. His determination empowers him to overcome all the obstacles and face the day to day challenges boldly.

He is a hero of his family and a role model for the masses!

Being God Like!

Disbelief of miracle, disregard to marvel,

Souls are we, separated from our Guardian.

Sunshine and Rainbows, Blossoms and Bees,

Twinkles and Twilight, Oceans and Canopies,

Endless are His wonders, Endless shall it be,

Innovating curiosity, for every eye to see.

Trust! You are one of these, Peerless, Unparalleled and Unique.

Why stay separated from Your Source?

While like Him, you can be!

Every inch of this universe, He crafted with Love,

Fearless with compassion, Benevolent yet Strong,

Shaping the whole of the cosmos,

Giving is all He knows!

He put a part of His, while moulding every being,

We are here to discover His portion somewhere within our souls

And to be like Him ever more!


The Taste of Failure

​It is bitter, sour, savoury;

Not all can swallow

Some shake, few fall, while others wallow.

All the undertakings assured a concept for sure,

Time bestowed upon us is too little to be ruined in sorrow.
Rise up again and get going on your feet,

For your choices alone are the writers of your destiny.

The bitterness you taste enhances the willingness to crave more, 

You craving will get you a success pie,

The sweetness of which shall delight your buds ever more!

Art on the Streets of India

After visiting the most awaited Global Citizen Festival held at Mumbai this weekend and having had one of the most memorable times of a lifetime, I chose to give a slow start to the next day and to hit back to my hometown as soon as I could. The day before was rocking yet exhaustive. As I was waiting for my bus at the pickup point at Andheri, with the hot sun sucking out the morning breakfast energy and me sipping the Red Bull to supplement it, I saw a lady at the end of the road who was busy doing something interesting. I walked up to her and observed. She gave me a smile and continued doing her part. She was in no mood of being distracted and I chose not to disturb her. In the meanwhile, I saw a few kids on the street running here and there carefree along the roadside, few other kids collecting plastic bags and bottles from surrounding area and heading straight to collect more to earn a living. And two young guys sleeping over a bench. All in all, old lady and kids were waged and the youth was yet to recover from the hangover!


The bus was running late than the scheduled time and things happening around got a hold over me. I could no longer resist to check out the details of the artistic arena. The lady was tactfully weaving the strands of a palm leaf to make a mat. One strand held firmly beneath the other, the course of her action continued and gave shape to a beautifully weaved palm leaf rug.


I went up to the lady and asked her what was she weaving that mat for? Was it for a living? I was curious. “No.” said she. “It is for this temple. She said with a mild smile.” Having said this, she pointed at a small roadside temple.


The woman was happy to serve the one who gave her all the worldly blessings. I asked her name and she mentioned, “I am Laxmi.” Laxmi’s art is invaluable and so is her commitment and enthusiasm towards it. A priceless service, devotion and dedication for the benefactor.

img_20161120_141544431_hdrHer home would be somewhere around at this roadside colony that you can see.

After a brief chat with Laxmi, as I walked towards the bus stop that was some 100 steps away, I met this trio who was relishing their Sunday noon in their own special way which I could not figure out!



They waved at me with full laughter and joy after I clicked them. I soon boarded the bus and made my way for a long never ending journey!


A stormy wind hit my boat,
Leaving the voyage wrecked and worn,
The mighty waves were high and large,
That made me swallow some salt; it was a bizarre!
I tumbled upon the sea to gather the ruins I could,
Few I did, rest all seized in the ocean’s bed as it should.
I dived in, layer by layer, the pressure was more and darkness surpassing all measures ,
With breath no longer in my lungs; I strived for more.
A sudden shimmer hazed my view,
A pearl was it resting in an oyster under the blue,
Struck at once by the its glowing hue.
The depths offered me a gift that I thought the waves could.
The salt made its way through my eyes,
That were blurred by the windy skies.

The sea is calm as ever before,
Leaving me in a state to find a meaning and more.
Shall I moan of the wreck suffered, or rejoice the retreat by the depths of azure?

I hope I can ever be sure!