"I'm a lucky man!" i would like to say. "I am allowed to do what I love to do!"
While some still don't really understand me, some are beginning to believe me.
Surely there are many ways to live fully and be happy on this earth; probably,i have found my own.
Of course i know i can't keep this up forever. One day i'll start slowing down, and then i'll begin to dispose of my things.
I have helped some of the people get settled overseas. But that's it,("My people are not rich, but they have enough to go on their own.")
"It's going to be in India" is all i'll say about my settling down.
It is going to be besides a flowing river with surrounding hills."It goes a long way, a little amount there. To enable people to accomplish things."
Well,early on realization came onto me. Realizing that what had to be done must be done between now & seventy one years of my life, things must change now.
My existence is to live that life - a life of Passion, Fulfillment,Free of Guilt & Having Contributed Successfully to the Well Being of my Fellow - Beings.
Now this is the truth.Take it or Leave It!
How many are lucky to get an Opportunity in Life to rework their contribution to Mankind & Life.
Very Few, in fact even of those who get it, many turn over, sleep it out & exclaim Ah! Good Dream.
Do You have the Courage to Dream, more still, Do You Have the Courage to Live Out Your Dreams.
Dream My Dear Readers, Dream On to Live Out Your Dreams.
for if Dreams Die Life is Nothing but a Broken wing'd Bird that Cannot Fly.
So, Sweet Dreams to YOU'LL.
& CIAO,
A.S.PRASAD.
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Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
MY CALL ....!
What is the Call i took? When did i take the Call? What made me take the Call? Where am I today? What is my Contribution?
Dear Reader,
Today, - Saturday night, as I sit down to write this blog there are no Blues, neither by the bay, nor jazz Blues nor with me.
True enough those Q’s I left you behind with about myself are very much on my brain.
Though it’s been a busy week what with running around to meet customers, day long meets & all that goes into keeping the business going including the pains, the sweat, the frustrations, the disappointments, the hurt, the tears, the dust , ah they were all there.
Yet, the answers to those, ‘Q’s, are here.
AH the CALL .
This was not some thing or some call that happened four score & twenty years ago, though I would have loved it to be & yes it would have made good reading.
It happened a few years back around 2000. I had just turned in my gloves as the president of an organization that was into facilitation & was thinking of what next to do?
Which new company to look for? What should I do now?
Where will the money come from to keep the wolf out of the house door?
They say that, 'there are moments in a man’s life when the tide comes in as a big wave & it is this tide he must ride –ride out to destinations seas unknown for it is at such moments that his future is rewritten & made.
Somewhere inside me a voice said, ‘Ships are not built to stay in but to sail the high seas’.
I knew then that I had to chart my own course from now on. There was to be no looking back.
So then & there in our own very Bangalore at Coffee house, i took the CALL, made the Decision, to start my own organization. It was then that I decided to get into the field of facilitation as a facilitator.
Here I said a silent prayer to god & thanked him & all my past organizations for giving me various opportunities at various times to do various things including training my potential second-in command & my juniors. The experience through those exposures was now going to come useful.
Mmm, ‘Very Brave’, said my management oriented brain used to think professionally.
Where is the money going to come from?.
Money, money, money everything needs money!
What did I go to B-school for?
And in all my programmes on entrepreneurship, I used to advocate, that to start a business you really do not need money always.
Well, now let me see what did I need?
So first, to come the inventory!
I was worth a home p.c, with an internet connection, a broken down printer, a mobile set, a telephone line, & a car with a driver.
Phew! I was a rich man, thanked God & all my friends, well-wishers known / unknown for their good & kind wishes.
Now what?
So sat down & thought...Realized I needed programmes to offer to my potential customers.
Now began the tough job of sitting in my seat & writing out programmes- you would actually have to believe - four hundred odd got created.
In the process what did I lose, what did gain?
My balance sheet at the end reflected me as berfit of most of my savings & richer by four hundred odd programmes & with six hungry mouths & stomachs to feed.
Whew a tough task indeed at hand?
The partner shouted, 'Give it all up,what has happened to you? You are mad, business is for those who have deep pockets, not for you. Here we are a middle class family & you go about dreaming of being a Gopinath & an Ambani.
Better mend your ways before it’s too late; Even Murthy would not have done such a foolish thing.
Who’s going to buy your programmes?
Somewhere I had read that, ‘a fool & his money are sure to part ways soon’.
Now neither, was I a fool, nor, was I with loaded with pots & bags of money. So the self was bitten bitterly bitten twice – once by the desire, the fire to start & create something on my own, & second by the partner’s stings.
They say, ‘once bitten always shy’, & here I was, a twice bitten fellow & no sign of being shy or remorse.
This was the passion, to create, to build, to be different and to use my education for a good cause of creating something rather than being a worker in an organization.
So the organization was born & christened as, ‘Peoples Skills’. It delivers programmes in soft skills for Corporates. Even college students have benefited from our programmes.
Today, as I look back, my decision has been sound, the journey tough, the roads bumpy, hit too many air- pockets, & the destination still far away to reach & land.
My A.T.C (My Conscience, God-my customers) is still guiding me & slowly, yet steadily drawing me to my destination port.
On landing, it will be a tough yet memorable flight; all the same it will be worth its while & with no regrets.
So dear reader those are my facts & thanks be to you & all those who supported, encouraged, motivated & even to those who gave me the brickbats for all that has helped.
Dear Reader,
Today, - Saturday night, as I sit down to write this blog there are no Blues, neither by the bay, nor jazz Blues nor with me.
True enough those Q’s I left you behind with about myself are very much on my brain.
Though it’s been a busy week what with running around to meet customers, day long meets & all that goes into keeping the business going including the pains, the sweat, the frustrations, the disappointments, the hurt, the tears, the dust , ah they were all there.
Yet, the answers to those, ‘Q’s, are here.
AH the CALL .
This was not some thing or some call that happened four score & twenty years ago, though I would have loved it to be & yes it would have made good reading.
It happened a few years back around 2000. I had just turned in my gloves as the president of an organization that was into facilitation & was thinking of what next to do?
Which new company to look for? What should I do now?
Where will the money come from to keep the wolf out of the house door?
They say that, 'there are moments in a man’s life when the tide comes in as a big wave & it is this tide he must ride –ride out to destinations seas unknown for it is at such moments that his future is rewritten & made.
Somewhere inside me a voice said, ‘Ships are not built to stay in but to sail the high seas’.
I knew then that I had to chart my own course from now on. There was to be no looking back.
So then & there in our own very Bangalore at Coffee house, i took the CALL, made the Decision, to start my own organization. It was then that I decided to get into the field of facilitation as a facilitator.
Here I said a silent prayer to god & thanked him & all my past organizations for giving me various opportunities at various times to do various things including training my potential second-in command & my juniors. The experience through those exposures was now going to come useful.
Mmm, ‘Very Brave’, said my management oriented brain used to think professionally.
Where is the money going to come from?.
Money, money, money everything needs money!
What did I go to B-school for?
And in all my programmes on entrepreneurship, I used to advocate, that to start a business you really do not need money always.
Well, now let me see what did I need?
So first, to come the inventory!
I was worth a home p.c, with an internet connection, a broken down printer, a mobile set, a telephone line, & a car with a driver.
Phew! I was a rich man, thanked God & all my friends, well-wishers known / unknown for their good & kind wishes.
Now what?
So sat down & thought...Realized I needed programmes to offer to my potential customers.
Now began the tough job of sitting in my seat & writing out programmes- you would actually have to believe - four hundred odd got created.
In the process what did I lose, what did gain?
My balance sheet at the end reflected me as berfit of most of my savings & richer by four hundred odd programmes & with six hungry mouths & stomachs to feed.
Whew a tough task indeed at hand?
The partner shouted, 'Give it all up,what has happened to you? You are mad, business is for those who have deep pockets, not for you. Here we are a middle class family & you go about dreaming of being a Gopinath & an Ambani.
Better mend your ways before it’s too late; Even Murthy would not have done such a foolish thing.
Who’s going to buy your programmes?
Somewhere I had read that, ‘a fool & his money are sure to part ways soon’.
Now neither, was I a fool, nor, was I with loaded with pots & bags of money. So the self was bitten bitterly bitten twice – once by the desire, the fire to start & create something on my own, & second by the partner’s stings.
They say, ‘once bitten always shy’, & here I was, a twice bitten fellow & no sign of being shy or remorse.
This was the passion, to create, to build, to be different and to use my education for a good cause of creating something rather than being a worker in an organization.
So the organization was born & christened as, ‘Peoples Skills’. It delivers programmes in soft skills for Corporates. Even college students have benefited from our programmes.
Today, as I look back, my decision has been sound, the journey tough, the roads bumpy, hit too many air- pockets, & the destination still far away to reach & land.
My A.T.C (My Conscience, God-my customers) is still guiding me & slowly, yet steadily drawing me to my destination port.
On landing, it will be a tough yet memorable flight; all the same it will be worth its while & with no regrets.
So dear reader those are my facts & thanks be to you & all those who supported, encouraged, motivated & even to those who gave me the brickbats for all that has helped.
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