In the past 24 hours, I met 3 different kinds of people online and offline:
1. Those that love food, especially jams, saw our post, liked it, went online, and bought our jams. They loved them, reviewed them, recommended them, and posted and boasted about them.
2. Those that commented on the post with a few questions, got them answered, liked the post, went online, and bought our jams. They put up serious but (without exception) positive posts about them.
Some of the above two types requested dealerships in various places, recommended us to their friends, some even offered funding (and one offered to take us international), and many were supportive. Almost everyone gave constructive criticism about what we could do differently the next time. Note that literally every advice or observation was AFTER they bought jam from us.
And then, there was the last category:
3. Those that heard or read we were launching jams, called me or went on the post, congratulated me on a great marketing tactic, discussed what I am doing wrong, about their varied and wide experiences in the field, patted my back patronisingly about entrepreneurship and entrepreneurs (I have been in business for 27 years, with an equal number of startups behind me), said they were proud of me (except a few things I am doing wrong and how I should go about my business), counselled me on the length of the post, on the lack of photographs, the responsiveness of the website, wisdom of choosing this spice and not that, questions about my sources of fruit, offers of finding cheaper vendors, reasons why this will fail, and general gyaan about my business. Those people didn’t buy a single. jar. of. jam, and every time I said something like, ‘Do visit our web-store and try our jams’, they went on speaking/typing as if they didn’t hear/see what I said.
The last of the lot used to irritate me when I was younger.
Now, they merely amuse me.
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This is my space. To ramble, rant, or ruminate. You are welcome to join me. You can see more of me here. I am an IAF+Air India brat (my father and my kid brother, both have donned the wings of the Indian Air Force) growing up in cantonments across the nation, and attending 12 schools before graduating as an Electrical Engineer from Pune University in 1994.
I speak, read, and write English, Hindi, and Marathi (in that order of proficiency), and am very active on social media (mainly Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn and lately, Threads and YouTube too), though I do not engage beyond first or at most second level comments. My philosophy for writing can be found here.
Professionally, I am consulting with young people heading their own startups. If you are a startup and need an impartial Entrepreneur-in-Residence to bounce your ideas off, get practical advice from, and basically have around for the 33 years of hard-earned experience in starting up, running, and even shutting down companies, then I am your man. To start a conversation, mail me here.
Personally, I am deeply and passionately engaged in educating (and learning with) my daughter (who was born on my 42nd birthday!) in a non-formal setting and chronicling her (and my) journey. Indeed, unlike most kids who want to become pilots and firemen, actors and doctors, and so on, during my childhood, when I was asked what I’d want to be when I grew up, I’d always answer, ‘Father.’ So, in a way, I am living my dream. I consider myself the luckiest man on Earth (until life is discovered on other planets).
In my spare time, I love to ride/drive, travel, try different foods, watch movies (I love murder mysteries, war movies, and heists), read (mostly non-fiction), debate, and sometimes play golf or squash, or if it’s low enough stakes, poker.
I am politically promiscuous, in the sense that I do not follow a specific political or social party or leader but, from instance-to-instance, choose the argument (and hence, the side making that argument) that best suits my ideological stance of secular humanism. You can find my posts about politics here.
I love dogs and horses (though it’s been a rather long time since I rode one) and am an avid biker with a Royal Enfield 650 Interceptor, who I call BattleCat III. Follow my travels and travails on the bike here.
About my opinions, they are how I like my morning tea: extra strong, piping hot, somewhat dark, grounded in earthy aromas and spices, something that instantly wakes you up, and served without standing on ceremony.
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