Every morning, from 0530h, when we step out of the house, till 0545h, when we reach the running track, we listen to Baba tell us a new story.
We jog, Baba walks briskly, and he tells us stories of RacerGirl, a superhero who can run very fast and saves children and trees and animals and old folks from the bad guys. She also solves mysteries because she’s very smart. She can be seen with her puppy, Lightening. But only at night, when her parents think she is asleep soundly in her room, when in fact she is all over town fighting bad guys and saving good people. Her Baba knows her identity, but it’s a secret from her Mamma, who thinks of her sweet child as just another little girl. So, when the news of RacerGirl having saved someone or solved something comes in the papers the next day, her Mamma always worries as to who this little girl could be and whether she is putting herself in danger. All stories end with Mamma hugging her baby daughter and telling Baba about this girl in the news, and RacerGirl looking at her Baba from over her Mamma’s shoulders and winking.
Today, Baba decided to write some of these stories down, or at least the origin story. He spoke to Mamma about finding an illustrator to collaborate with and how much he missed his dear pal, Gautam Benegal.
But since Gautam isn’t around, perhaps Baba could just start writing and other things may happen, as they usually do.
Let us see. Waiting around twiddling thumbs and hoping for the perfect moment never works. Ajoba always said, ‘It’s always perfect. Just go right ahead and do it.’
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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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