Whatever problems or issues we are facing in life, be it anything… it is temporary but our passion, our dreams, they are permanent. People give up on their dreams with the excuse that they did not have the time or the money to pursue it. The reality is that one way or other, we do get what is necessary (if not important) to pursue what we are passionate about. You feed your passion… and in time, your passion, your dreams will feed you. Don’t give up for the world needs inspiration and we are all the success stories that is lying around here and there. Keep your passion and the will to create something extraordinary alive.
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ABOUT THE YOUNG BLOOD I WAS TALKING ABOUT
It is never a wrong thing to think about creating something that can make you a millionaire overnight and help you come out of a depressing financial situation. I did talk about my job being secure and all but the true reality about me is something that a lot of strugglers can relate to.
I was born and raised in Chennai; my father was a businessman while my mother was a teacher (currently an academic coordinator in a reputed NGO). I was introduced to my father’s business when I was around 12 years old. He ran a billiards parlour in a huge mall which was unlike anything I had seen before and mind you, this is 1998 I am talking about (ah, the 90s… wish I had a time machine to go back and fix everything. If not fix, at least enjoy those Moments again.).
The parlour was always flooded with people who belonged to the elite class who did not think twice about throwing cash at the cash window and play extra hours… one of the reasons why my Dad always came home late. Money was never a problem as I remember now (it is still not a problem, however, the life I led was different from what I lead now… if you know what I mean) and I always use to see my father bringing in huge amounts of cash in his pocket. However, this is where I start to marvel at how my parents brought me up… or maybe, what was to come in my life?
I was never made to realize that I was a rich kid, I hardly remember going in my car to my school and had the school van coming to pick me up. I was of course studying in a premier school of the south – CHETTINAD VIDHYASHRAM (CV), I was called a lucky guy for even studying there regardless of the grades or marks I was getting. My Mom was of course not happy with the way things were going and therefore, got my school changed. She worked in SIR SIVASAMI KALALAYA (SSK) and had me transferred there too.
