A Dream Start Up!

Let me tell you, I am a ridiculous dreamer. When I use to dream back then, there were no face book posts to get inspired from. With how much ever limited I had traveled, I had a picture of what I was sure of doing down the line. A café with books, handmade pots, Mountain View, smell of coffee & strangers turning friends. I had no direction, no plan. Just a simple image which use to make me smile.

Their came a phase where everyone around me was working hard, they were ambitious & were moving at a good pace in life. I was still dreaming plus exploring some ten thousand hobbies like an avid teenager. I Loved my non restrictive, no nonsense & low responsibility kinda life. But few birthday’s down the line things changed. No one changed or forced to change them.

My parents never took me acutely but were always there for me. Then came the angel of my life my Husband who could see my dream floating in my eyes in a typical Bollywood style.

Omit the mountains & my café was live in front of me. Dreaming is so simple but the patience & courage that requires to build something from scratch is a feeling that only a person who has gone through the whole process of a start up can identify with. To get drained mentally, physically, emotionally & financially.

I could have not just watched mountains & made friends. I had to earn money to run it as well. To repay loans & to buy more equipment to stay updated. One always starts a business with a lot of flowery dreams, to earn loads to open a new branch soon etc. The initial phase is such a damper when people don’t know about your place; you try & sell anything & everything. Not being philosophical here but if you hold on your patience for a while, it pays off. Not all customers come to chit-chat & are friends with you. 

The Irony was my mood started functioning as per how well I was earning. Whereas my dream was never this commercial.  In a short span of time I realized my passion driven dream was revolving around money making business.

The main motive for most girls to work is independence & to get recognition. If not then I don’t mind living a luxurious life sponsored by my rich Daddy! What’s the need of working your ass off if you aren’t been recognized for it. Right?

But eventually I was getting recognized. I was getting complimented; people said they are proud of me. But ONLY when I was delivering orders to celebrities. A picture with Amitabh Bachchan cutting my cake made everyone took me seriously.

Isn’t that strange? People in India go gaga with anyone just having one celeb connection. But to distinguish hard work comes way later in life.

Everything in life teaches you. Makes you rich & wiser in experience, knowledge & emotions.
I have also learnt which I pass on to my teenage siblings, who are high on life as I was.  Dreaming is good but it has a lot of frills attached.