Back to Square One!
Well the ghost of wanting to setup my own business has decided to move out of my head… not that I like it this way. After months of trying, planning, going from pillar to post and endless arguments with my father.. realized it was not the right time for me to start something new.
I was always either Singhal’s son, or just some idiot who’s talking big. Had a tough time getting people double my age listen to my plans, and worse yet invest in my plans. The experience made me wiser of course, now I know who really believe in me, and who only claims so.
Living with my father was beginning to get incredibly difficult, as much as I respect him for all that he has done single handedly, I hate him for becoming so smug that he trusts no one else. It is impossible to work WITH my father, you either work FOR him or away from him, I chose to move out.
It is always very difficult to explain to people why I left such a “good life” in Goa to come back to wretched IT? But I know I had my reasons.
To be perfectly honest, this is the first time, as far as I can remember, I have done something intentionally selfish. I chose to leave my family at a tough time to live on my own, to run away from my responsibilities just so I can sleep at night.
It’s taken me a long time, but I’ve made peace with my decision. Its funny.. cause within a year I have gone from leaving my job to go back home to leaving home to get a job!
Full circle?
