Yes !!! I told him...why did I???

So what is this going to be about? This phase of the mangopreneur's life is called - "Washing up part"!! Even though I had read everywhere that as an entrepreneur maybe the worst decision is about telling your parents, I did it. And there was good reason to do so. Because I had one parent by my side. As I made my way into the well lit coffee shop, I was greeted by a thin audience, only two to  be precise.I was attending the first open house discussion. Brimming with ideas, we interacted over a cup of coffee. The coffee was soothing and the ideas warming. I was feeling so much at home, so much connected to myself. We chatted and felt the need to move in with more pressing issues we encounter and are the real breakers in the path of attaining stability in terms of running a profitable venture.Then we had a run of startup stories from the very own sleepy metro city -Kolkata. The entire session lasted for maybe around an hour only. 

Slurping on a cone of ice cream, I made my way home. It was the usual subway ride back home.The usual 40 minutes ride.I was thinking and thinking hard.About every little thing that I could squeeze in even while I was in my job.Trying hard to figure out what my next step would be. In fact, each of senses was witness to a dream that was common. And hence, I always felt myself all this while.As I made my way up the staircase and into the room, I was greeted by the usual inquisitive look of him. Who? My father. He had been waiting all evening to just know what made me travel 400 odd kilometers maybe even more and be here.I could guess that easily by his looks.And then, just after I stopped my mind, I was barged by a series of questions from ofcourse every angle. Of course, I knew that the news had somehow leaked and all this time , I never bothered to come up with a solution.And so, suddenly,I found myself defending aggressively , and ofcourse not to use the S and the E words. 

The debate boiled down to the usual stuff about how experience from someone else;s life decides what is good for me and what is not. And suddenly, after just 10 minutes of intense useless discussion , I found myself VOID. Its the void of pessimism. Not that I am. Its the void of failure. Not that I am.But still, I had to go through the roller coaster emotion ride. So here's a tip, and yes no one is wrong here- DO NOT DISCLOSE. NEVER TELL HIM. :) Else this smiley may very well turn upside down. That depends how much of a badass you are(;) in front of your parents)

N.B Always realise what they have done for me and my life, but wish they could have understood what happens beyond that. Maybe that is what they call the G-gap.

How does it feel?

Though I belong from that generation of engineering students who suddenly felt all hippie listening to Avril yelling out of cheap non Dolby speakers of brand new laptops, this title has no relation to her superhit number. I also belong to the same gen who after passing out of college heard and popularized the mango man predicament on social networks. And it seems more logical now that I am of the same gen who got bit the bug of this gen-Entrepreneurship. Though I would rather classify myself as a mango-preneur. The one who was brought up in a nuclear yet highly "sanskari"(Thanks Alok!!) family amidst grandpa-ma and uncles and aunts in the holidays and amidst countless stories of "getting employed" and the joy that follows and how studying could make you the man , of course the man of their dreams. In fact , I recollect an incident from my childhood. Our rich landlord had just bought one of those tall tail-light Tata car and how in the evening my mother gauging my mood said "Tum bhi acche se padhoge to tumhare paas bhi aisi car ayegi". Yes, I was and still am too fascinated by cars. And back then I was just 8 years old. Today , I neither have a car nor am I 8. I am 23 , I got the rest of the things except the car :P. But then the bug bit . It did bite hard.Today as i stand at the crossroads,maybe a bit ahead too, I ponder whether my mom was right. Yes she was, but only partly. Truth is at some point of time in your life , if you aspire more than just "those" things ,you ought to bungee jump. And let go , and still Believe (not a Bieber trademark i suppose) that you would pull up just before hitting. Yes you have your heart in your throat, but that's the truth, you enjoy that moment because you believe , the string won't snap. Belief, is all I possess today. Nothing more. And that is because I listened to all of them and to all that which charted a path that definitely was according to a map, a map that was theirs unfortunately not mine. I am fortunate enough to be at the crossroads though, not under any home loan ,not counting the bucks for a car's downpayment nor the talent to retain a fairy (;)). As a mangopreneur , all I have is the faith and a handful of some mangoes like me , some have made it, others still trying to make the juice worth the sqeeze. I feel I have crossed the cross-road. And joined countless little hands and brains all trying to toil for a dream that has only one viewer - You yourself.! hope so this beginning is the end of the map charted by others and the foundation stone of my own Dream-Vile !

mangoman signing off!