Can you tell me something inspiring

Can you tell me something inspiring?


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


My son inspires me!
Back in 2017, my son announced that he will not sit for college placements and will pursue his dream of building a startup.

He said he wants to build some Art Startup where he works with artists and gives them a platform to earn and get recognized for their work by creating personalized handmade gifts for his clients.

His mother and I were shocked and did not how to react to such a statement.
We were very concerned and I found myself in a unique situation.

We had our share of negative thoughts which kept us wide awake at multiple nights.

I was very skeptical about the idea and I wondered if he’s doing all this to hide the fact that he did not get a job.

But we let him go anyway.
We waited for him to complete school, then college, there wasn’t any harm in giving him another year.

This picture is from the day he left for Bangalore.

March 2017
Although his mother and I had our doubts about the feasibility of the idea, he proved us wrong by winning a B-Plan competition at IIT-Kanpur, where he was awarded a cash prize of Rs.
1,00,000.

He was also offered an investment by one of the judges on the panel.
I was surprised when he denied the offer stating – “I am not ready to manage external investment, as I need to understand and learn my business better by working on it with whatever the company makes from it’s customers”.

Although I was proud, I was still unsure about the future of the idea.

June 2017
He calls up from Bangalore and informs us about an internship he’s taken up at a startup incubated at IIM-Bangalore, which will pay him enough to sustain himself in the new city.

Though we were relieved, we didn’t understand why would he take up an internship when he already has a company to build.

He said, “It’s not for the money papa.
I want to learn how to do Sales and understand the dynamics of the working of startup by working with one”.

Here’s a team picture of The Climber, the company where he interned.

October 2017
With the little company savings, he decided to set up a stall in Comic Con, Hyderabad where he invested almost all of the company savings expecting great returns on the investment.

He was wrong! He went Bankrupt, lost almost all his savings.
I asked him, what next?
Although he was very broken, he said, “Comic Con was fun, I learned what not to do.
I will start again.

In December 2017, he was invited as a speaker from the college he graduated.

In January 2018, his startup got incubated at IIM-Bangalore after 3 failed attempts.

I didn’t really understand how this would help him, but the tag of IIM was big!
I remember when he first told me about his idea of advertising in cabs, I ridiculed.

In August 2018, he went to the Bangalore airport and advertised his startup in 400 Uber Cabs by spending 48 hours straight with no sleep and minimal food!
Contrary to my prediction, the campaign was a huge success.
Each cab in the following picture has his advertisement inside them!
Recently he cracked a deal with a prominent Mercedes Dealership in Bangalore.
He joked that day “I might not be able to afford a Merc but I sure as hell can crack a deal with them”
I thought my son did not understand basics of business – marketing, sales etc.
Here he is delivering a session on – “Marketing & Sales” at Rotary, Bangalore.

I have seen him vulnerable and broken where he talked about giving up and coming back home, but fighting back each time.

I have seen him go sleepless for nights to ensure work is done on time.

I have seen him learn, unlearn and learn things.

I have seen him work all alone for 2 years on his idea!
I have seen him grow from a boy to a man.

I am proud of you my son and I am happy that I let you pursue your dream.

I may not be able to help you with your business, but I am here with my complete support, for I have seen you happy and that is all I can ever ask for!
I request every parent to let their children pursue their dream, because on that path to make their dream a reality, they discover themselves and do things we can never imagine.

For them, sky is the limit.

I don’t know the future of company even today, but I have full faith in my son Shashank Shekhar.

Edit - I cannot believe my eyes with the response I have received here.
Thank you everyone and sorry for not answering to your messages and comments.

I realise I beat my son in Quora upvotes.
“Beta beta hota hai, baap baap hota hai”.


I’ll let you in on a secret.

I stammer.

I stammer when I get nervous, intimidated or afraid.

I have been the laughing stock of my peers.
I have been shamed, scolded, made fun of my inability to speak fluently in front of a crowd.

But I don’t stammer all the time.
Most of my friends, excluding childhood friends, don't know about this.
In all these years, I have confessed it with only 2 people.
And they had no idea about it.

It’s difficult.
Trust me.
You go in front of a crowd.
You have thousands of thoughts raging in your mind.
You fail to deliver.
When words refuse to come out of your mouth, you feel disabled.

In school, I was a smart kid.
I was mentally grown up and I had so many things to say to my peers.
I understood life.
I wanted to be an orator.
I wanted my thoughts to be heard.
I wanted to inspire others.
I wanted to give speeches.

None of them happened.

I always stayed as a laughing stock.
Over the time, I made peace with it.

But I had this desire to express my thoughts.
I wanted to be heard.
I was not strong with my speeches.
But somehow, I developed my writing abilities.
I wrote and I wrote.
I have practised writing good language for 5 years now.
I have practised writing a material for over 15 months now.
I never had an audience all this time.
It was me, and my closed ones.
I wrote for myself.

I was going through a phase recently.
Quora has helped me.
I started to write here.
I never expected anything from the platform.
I wrote because it soothed my disturbed mind.
(Even this answer, I am writing for the same reason.
It’s addictive.
)

I was a kid who wanted to be an orator.
When it didn't happen, there was some other skill that grew stronger in me that eventually realised my dream.

I’ve been deemed as an underrated writer by many here.
(I wish I could attach screenshots of every comment and every message but that will turn out to be a self-boasting post.
I believe in modesty.
But I thank all those kind readers.
)

My friends are baffled by my Quora answers.
Many readers asked me how do I express my emotions so well.

Now you know.
This is my story.
It’s not beautiful.
I had to bask in humiliation to be here.
I had to deal with it.
And I did.

The question demands me to be inspiring.
Honestly, I am not in a great space to be inspirational to someone.

Do you know how rich people say money doesn't bring you happiness? It doesn't make sense to the poor.
Because he knows that a meal can keep him happy for which he needs money.

It’s the same thing.
Someone who is doing great in life can ask you to be hopeful yet you will think that he won’t understand.

I am struggling.
I don’t have a healthy personal or professional life.
I get up in the middle of the night and stare at the empty sky sometimes.
I have constant mood swings and trust issues.
I have isolated myself from everyone.
I am truly alone now.

Do you know what was the bright side of it?
I started to write on Quora and I have found people who appreciate me for my writings.
My dream of being heard eventually became true.
I started to cook.
And I figured out that I cook well.

Even now, I am not entirely happy.
There’s void.
But I have hope.
I know, in time this too shall pass.

If you’re sad, then we both are on the same boat.
Hang in there.
Time is our best friend.
We both shall get through this eventually.
Give it some time.

If you are feeling disabled, then don’t worry.
Human conscious is set up in such a way that some other skill is stronger in you.
Exploit that.
You will do better than the rest.
And your dreams will come true; as mine did.

P.
S.
I was in my first interview.
My interviewer asked for my weakness.
I told him that I used to stammer since childhood but I overcame it eventually.
He knew I had passed Group discussion.
And I didn't stammer even once throughout the interview.
He was impressed.
He selected me.

–HX


Some people dream of success while others wake up and work hard at it.

For three years, he lived with the groundsmen in the Muslim United Club’s tent at the Azad Maidan ground in Mumbai.
He had to, after he was thrown out of a dairy shop where he used to sleep.
Yashasvi Jaiswal was just 11 years old then and the only thing that kept him going was a dream — to play cricket for India.

It’s six years later now and Jaiswal is 17 years old, a middle-order batsman with remarkable temperament and is ready to join the India Under-19 team for the Sri Lanka tour.
Mumbai’s Under-19 coach Satish Samant says Jaiswal has “extraordinary game sense and unflappable focus.

The younger of two sons to a small-time shopkeeper in Bhadohi in Uttar Pradesh, Jaiswal moved to Mumbai to pursue cricket.
His father did not object since he found it hard to feed the family.
An uncle, Santosh, in Mumbai, had a house in Worli, but it wasn’t big enough for another occupant.
Santosh had requested the owners of Muslim United Club, where he was a manager, if the boy could stay in the tent.

“This was after I was asked to leave the dairy at Kalbadevi.
After playing cricket the entire day, I would get tired and go to sleep.
One day, they threw out my luggage saying I do nothing, don’t help them and only sleep,” says Jaiswal.

For three years, that tent became his home.
The teenager took pains to ensure that stories of his struggles never reached Bhadohi, as that would end his cricketing career.
Occasionally, his father would send some money but that was never enough.
He had to sell pani-puri during the Ram Leela in Azad Maidan and help sell fruits.
But there were still days when he would go to sleep on an empty stomach as the groundsmen with whom he shared the tent fought with each other.
Without them cooking, he would drift off with just dreams lulling him to sleep.

“During Ram Leela, I earned well.
I prayed that my teammates would not come there for pani-puri.
Sometimes they did and I would feel bad serving them,” he says.
He tried his best to keep some money coming in.
He would score and play games with older boys to earn Rs 200-300 to survive a week.

“I always used to see boys my age bringing food or their parents had big lunches with them.
As for me, it was — khana khud banao, khud khao.
(make your own food, eat alone).
No breakfast.
Catch hold of anyone around and request them to buy breakfast,” he recalls.

Lunch and dinner were at the tent and his job was making rotis.
“Every night used to be a candlelight dinner.
After all, there was no electricity.

The days were fine, he recalls, since he was busy scrounging around for work and cricket, but the nights sometimes were too long.
“I would miss my family and would cry.
It was not just being homesick but going to the toilet was a hindrance to sleep.
There was no toilet at the maidan, and the one near Fashion Street that I used was closed at night,” he says.

Mumbai U-19 coach Satish Samant says Jaiswal will be the next big Mumbai player.
“He has this ability to read a bowlers mind and adapt to a situation.
Most under-19 players get tempted to play too many shots too early.
He does not.
The other thing is, he does not have a smartphone, is not on WhatsApp.
This is rare for a teenage cricketer these days.
He is cut off from social media.
He has talent and if he keeps focus like this, he will definitely make it big,” says Samant.

Before he got picked for Mumbai the U-19 squad, the Azad Maidan was abuzz with stories of the talented young batsman who needed support.
Things turned around when a local coach Jwala Singh met him and took him under his wing.

An immigrant from UP himself, Jwala saw his early childhood in Jaiswal.
“He must have been around 12 years and I saw him facing an ‘A’ division bowler with ease.
I could relate to him.
When I also came to Mumbai from UP, I didn’t have a house to stay in.
No godfather, no guide.
He is gifted.
He has 49 centuries in the last five years,” says Jwala, who has played the junior age group for Mumbai and had a stint at the MRF pace foundation along with Zaheer Khan.

Jaiswal now stays in a small chawl in Kadamwadi, which he calls his palace.
“Have you ever stayed in a tent? I bet you can’t stay one day there in summers.
It gets very hot, sir.
The heat generated by plastic is unbearable.
We would often take our sheets and sleep on the open ground.
Once, an insect bit me near my eyes and it was swollen.
After that, despite the heat, I slept inside,” he says.

Asked about the pressures of higher-grade cricket, he scoffs.
“You are talking about mental pressure in cricket? I have faced it daily in my life for years.
Those have made me strong.
Scoring runs is not important.
I know I will score and take wickets.
For me, whether I get the next meal or not, that’s important,” he says.

“I remember the days when I was almost shameless.
I used to go with my teammates for lunch, knowing that I didn’t have any money.
I would tell them, ‘paisa nahi hai, bhook hai’ ( I don’t have money but am hungry).

When a teammate or two teased him occasionally, Jaiswal says he never reacted in anger.
After all, they had never slept in a tent, never sold pani-puri, and never went to sleep on an empty stomach.

He played a vital 85 run knock in the U-19 Asia Cup Final against Srilanka helping his team to lift the trophy for a record sixth time.

Nothing worth having comes easy.
Lets hope this story inspires our younger generation to never give up until they realise their dreams.

Thanks for your time.

Lived in a tent, sold pani puri, slept hungry, now Yashasvi Jaiswal plays cricket for India Under-19


This girl in the middle is 18 years old Pakhi Mor, with her parents from Nagpur, Maharashtra.

In recently declared state board exam results by Maharashtra on 28th May 2019, she scored 96% in class XII.

However, two years ago in 2017, a tragic incident happened to her.

She had met with an accident while riding a scooter due to which she had passed into a comatose stage.
There was an extra pressure in the left side of her brain due to accumulation of blood there.

Operation was done to relieve that pressure.
While the operation was successful, she had lost her memory.

The accident also had caused the left side of her body considerably weak, so much so that she was unable to perform any physical activity.

She went through robotic therapy followed by another surgery to affix a part of her skull that was removed to relieve that extra pressure on her left brain.

The accident and the surgeries had not only ruined her hopes of becoming a research scientist, but also affected her academic future.

Slowly she started recovering her memory but there was another setback.
She developed a speech impairment.

After her memory was recovered, it was difficult for her to persue her HSC in science stream.

But she did not give up.
She decided to persue in Arts.
Her parents would often accompany her and sit through classes with her.

The efforts really paid off.
She nearly scored cent percentage in almost all the subjects, 99 in logic, 98 in psychology, 97 in political science, 95 in philosophy, 92 in English and 91 in Hindi.
She now wants to pursue graduation from National Law University at Bangalore or Hyderabad.

Indeed she and her parents are inspiring for this young generation as well as generations to come.

Godspeed Pakhi Mor!
Footnote:
Maharashtra HSC 12th result 2019: Nagpur teen scores 96% 2 years after road accident left her with crippling memory loss


Arunima Sinha is a first female amputee to climb Mount Everest who previously known as a volleyball player.
She widely draws the media attention when faced a train accident and losing her a leg.
Following the accident, Arunima developed a passion in her to climb the highest peak of the world and later started taking training toward fulfilling her dream.
She is considered as a symbol of motivation in the India who won the Mount Everest without having a leg.

Train Accident:
On April 12, 2011, she boarded at Padmavati Express train at Lucknow for Delhi where a group robbers wanting to snatch her gold chain but she protested against the robbery.
But the robbers pushed out her from the train, tragedy began in her life.
When she was fell on the railway track another train on a parallel track crushed her left leg.

She was fallen on the train track whole night, and more than 49 trains going on her leg but she was unable to save herself.
In the morning, villagers took her into the hospital with serious injury and doctor amputated her leg below the knee to save her life.
Following the accident, she was offered compensation of US 3,100 by the Indian Sports Ministry and the organizer ensured her better treatment.

Arunima Sinha Career:
There are some negative news published about her accident and she mentally decided to do better something.
She determined to won the Mount Everest except volleyball career.
By listening to her plans, doctors and other people started to talk that has a problem in her mind.
But she was truly determined and wanted the dream turned into reality.

Being inspired by cricketer Yuvraj Singh, she went to the first Indian female Mount Everest winner Bachendri Pal instead going home when releasing from the hospital.
Bachendri Pal inspired her very much and advice to take action regarding won the Mount Everest.
Then she started taking training under the instruction of Bachendri Pal.
At 10:55 am on 21 May 2013, Arunima Sinha finally reached the summit of Mount Everest as part of the Tata Group sponsored.
She already won six highest peaks of six continents such as Everest in Asia, Kilimanjaro in Africa, Kosciuszko in Australia, Elbrus in Europe, Aconcagua in Argentina and Carstensz Pyramid in Indonesia as part of her aim to win seven summits of seven continents.

In 2015, Sinha was awarded Padma Shri award the fourth highest civilian award of India.
Prime Minister Narendra Modi launched her book ‘Born again on the mountain’ in December 2014.

See also
Source:
Arunima Sinha | biography


This is à story of one student whose name is Pratik sawant.
He is currently studying M.
tech(electrical engineering) IIT BOMBAY.
I heard this on YouTube, so inspiring story this is.

He was lived in slum of Mumbai and also his home so small as stage from where he gave his speech as he told in that speech.
he is just a taare jammen par type student in his school days.
His father was watchman and not able to pay fees and and gave money for his dress also.
His mom told him at 10th standard that no one do for you,only you make yourself better.

Then he studied well in 10th class and he is first from his family who cleared 10th with distinction.
when all student at 11th class choose college by there teacher recommendation he choose college by looking low fee structure college.
At college, he were clothes of his relatives,not able to afford clothes,mobile etc.
But he not forgot his mother words,so he study day and night in this year.

After 12th his mother make a dream that his child become a engineer one day, so he choose engineering.
Also In engineering he searched for college with low fee structure.
After ended engineering he came at home and 60 percent on degree certificate.
First time he realise failure that he not complete his mother's dream so he looking for job then he heard about GATE from one of his friend.

After getting grace Marks from his university he is able to manage to appeared for GATE.
Then he decided that I don't care how much student apper for this exam I just want to crack it.
He not want IIT for job or tag but because iit gave money for students who mastered from it.
So
,he decided to study hard for that exam.

As he came from slum of Mumbai where there is no proper environment for study, also there is wine shop near his home.
He not make excuse for that and found out solution from that ,When all Mumbai sleep that time I study and when all Mumbai wake up I sleep.
He start study at 10 PM and end at 5 am and he sleep whole day after struggling one and half year, he able to crack gate at 2018 with 99.
35 percentile,And he is first from his engineering college who go in iit.
Then he arrived calls from so many IITS but because he is not able to manage money for traveling so he choose IITB.

These is story of one student who not make excuses of his family situation and just keep going.

Thank you…


Can you tell me something inspiring?


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


Can you tell me something inspiring?


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


Can you tell me something inspiring?


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


Can you tell me something inspiring?


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


My son inspires me!
Back in 2017, my son announced that he will not sit for college placements and will pursue his dream of building a startup.

He said he wants to build some Art Startup where he works with artists and gives them a platform to earn and get recognized for their work by creating personalized handmade gifts for his clients.

His mother and I were shocked and did not how to react to such a statement.
We were very concerned and I found myself in a unique situation.

We had our share of negative thoughts which kept us wide awake at multiple nights.

I was very skeptical about the idea and I wondered if he’s doing all this to hide the fact that he did not get a job.

But we let him go anyway.
We waited for him to complete school, then college, there wasn’t any harm in giving him another year.

This picture is from the day he left for Bangalore.

March 2017
Although his mother and I had our doubts about the feasibility of the idea, he proved us wrong by winning a B-Plan competition at IIT-Kanpur, where he was awarded a cash prize of Rs.
1,00,000.

He was also offered an investment by one of the judges on the panel.
I was surprised when he denied the offer stating – “I am not ready to manage external investment, as I need to understand and learn my business better by working on it with whatever the company makes from it’s customers”.

Although I was proud, I was still unsure about the future of the idea.

June 2017
He calls up from Bangalore and informs us about an internship he’s taken up at a startup incubated at IIM-Bangalore, which will pay him enough to sustain himself in the new city.

Though we were relieved, we didn’t understand why would he take up an internship when he already has a company to build.

He said, “It’s not for the money papa.
I want to learn how to do Sales and understand the dynamics of the working of startup by working with one”.

Here’s a team picture of The Climber, the company where he interned.

October 2017
With the little company savings, he decided to set up a stall in Comic Con, Hyderabad where he invested almost all of the company savings expecting great returns on the investment.

He was wrong! He went Bankrupt, lost almost all his savings.
I asked him, what next?
Although he was very broken, he said, “Comic Con was fun, I learned what not to do.
I will start again.

In December 2017, he was invited as a speaker from the college he graduated.

In January 2018, his startup got incubated at IIM-Bangalore after 3 failed attempts.

I didn’t really understand how this would help him, but the tag of IIM was big!
I remember when he first told me about his idea of advertising in cabs, I ridiculed.

In August 2018, he went to the Bangalore airport and advertised his startup in 400 Uber Cabs by spending 48 hours straight with no sleep and minimal food!
Contrary to my prediction, the campaign was a huge success.
Each cab in the following picture has his advertisement inside them!
Recently he cracked a deal with a prominent Mercedes Dealership in Bangalore.
He joked that day “I might not be able to afford a Merc but I sure as hell can crack a deal with them”
I thought my son did not understand basics of business – marketing, sales etc.
Here he is delivering a session on – “Marketing & Sales” at Rotary, Bangalore.

I have seen him vulnerable and broken where he talked about giving up and coming back home, but fighting back each time.

I have seen him go sleepless for nights to ensure work is done on time.

I have seen him learn, unlearn and learn things.

I have seen him work all alone for 2 years on his idea!
I have seen him grow from a boy to a man.

I am proud of you my son and I am happy that I let you pursue your dream.

I may not be able to help you with your business, but I am here with my complete support, for I have seen you happy and that is all I can ever ask for!
I request every parent to let their children pursue their dream, because on that path to make their dream a reality, they discover themselves and do things we can never imagine.

For them, sky is the limit.

I don’t know the future of company even today, but I have full faith in my son Shashank Shekhar.

Edit - I cannot believe my eyes with the response I have received here.
Thank you everyone and sorry for not answering to your messages and comments.

I realise I beat my son in Quora upvotes.
“Beta beta hota hai, baap baap hota hai”.


I’ll let you in on a secret.

I stammer.

I stammer when I get nervous, intimidated or afraid.

I have been the laughing stock of my peers.
I have been shamed, scolded, made fun of my inability to speak fluently in front of a crowd.

But I don’t stammer all the time.
Most of my friends, excluding childhood friends, don't know about this.
In all these years, I have confessed it with only 2 people.
And they had no idea about it.

It’s difficult.
Trust me.
You go in front of a crowd.
You have thousands of thoughts raging in your mind.
You fail to deliver.
When words refuse to come out of your mouth, you feel disabled.

In school, I was a smart kid.
I was mentally grown up and I had so many things to say to my peers.
I understood life.
I wanted to be an orator.
I wanted my thoughts to be heard.
I wanted to inspire others.
I wanted to give speeches.

None of them happened.

I always stayed as a laughing stock.
Over the time, I made peace with it.

But I had this desire to express my thoughts.
I wanted to be heard.
I was not strong with my speeches.
But somehow, I developed my writing abilities.
I wrote and I wrote.
I have practised writing good language for 5 years now.
I have practised writing a material for over 15 months now.
I never had an audience all this time.
It was me, and my closed ones.
I wrote for myself.

I was going through a phase recently.
Quora has helped me.
I started to write here.
I never expected anything from the platform.
I wrote because it soothed my disturbed mind.
(Even this answer, I am writing for the same reason.
It’s addictive.
)

I was a kid who wanted to be an orator.
When it didn't happen, there was some other skill that grew stronger in me that eventually realised my dream.

I’ve been deemed as an underrated writer by many here.
(I wish I could attach screenshots of every comment and every message but that will turn out to be a self-boasting post.
I believe in modesty.
But I thank all those kind readers.
)

My friends are baffled by my Quora answers.
Many readers asked me how do I express my emotions so well.

Now you know.
This is my story.
It’s not beautiful.
I had to bask in humiliation to be here.
I had to deal with it.
And I did.

The question demands me to be inspiring.
Honestly, I am not in a great space to be inspirational to someone.

Do you know how rich people say money doesn't bring you happiness? It doesn't make sense to the poor.
Because he knows that a meal can keep him happy for which he needs money.

It’s the same thing.
Someone who is doing great in life can ask you to be hopeful yet you will think that he won’t understand.

I am struggling.
I don’t have a healthy personal or professional life.
I get up in the middle of the night and stare at the empty sky sometimes.
I have constant mood swings and trust issues.
I have isolated myself from everyone.
I am truly alone now.

Do you know what was the bright side of it?
I started to write on Quora and I have found people who appreciate me for my writings.
My dream of being heard eventually became true.
I started to cook.
And I figured out that I cook well.

Even now, I am not entirely happy.
There’s void.
But I have hope.
I know, in time this too shall pass.

If you’re sad, then we both are on the same boat.
Hang in there.
Time is our best friend.
We both shall get through this eventually.
Give it some time.

If you are feeling disabled, then don’t worry.
Human conscious is set up in such a way that some other skill is stronger in you.
Exploit that.
You will do better than the rest.
And your dreams will come true; as mine did.

P.
S.
I was in my first interview.
My interviewer asked for my weakness.
I told him that I used to stammer since childhood but I overcame it eventually.
He knew I had passed Group discussion.
And I didn't stammer even once throughout the interview.
He was impressed.
He selected me.

–HX


Some people dream of success while others wake up and work hard at it.

For three years, he lived with the groundsmen in the Muslim United Club’s tent at the Azad Maidan ground in Mumbai.
He had to, after he was thrown out of a dairy shop where he used to sleep.
Yashasvi Jaiswal was just 11 years old then and the only thing that kept him going was a dream — to play cricket for India.

It’s six years later now and Jaiswal is 17 years old, a middle-order batsman with remarkable temperament and is ready to join the India Under-19 team for the Sri Lanka tour.
Mumbai’s Under-19 coach Satish Samant says Jaiswal has “extraordinary game sense and unflappable focus.

The younger of two sons to a small-time shopkeeper in Bhadohi in Uttar Pradesh, Jaiswal moved to Mumbai to pursue cricket.
His father did not object since he found it hard to feed the family.
An uncle, Santosh, in Mumbai, had a house in Worli, but it wasn’t big enough for another occupant.
Santosh had requested the owners of Muslim United Club, where he was a manager, if the boy could stay in the tent.

“This was after I was asked to leave the dairy at Kalbadevi.
After playing cricket the entire day, I would get tired and go to sleep.
One day, they threw out my luggage saying I do nothing, don’t help them and only sleep,” says Jaiswal.

For three years, that tent became his home.
The teenager took pains to ensure that stories of his struggles never reached Bhadohi, as that would end his cricketing career.
Occasionally, his father would send some money but that was never enough.
He had to sell pani-puri during the Ram Leela in Azad Maidan and help sell fruits.
But there were still days when he would go to sleep on an empty stomach as the groundsmen with whom he shared the tent fought with each other.
Without them cooking, he would drift off with just dreams lulling him to sleep.

“During Ram Leela, I earned well.
I prayed that my teammates would not come there for pani-puri.
Sometimes they did and I would feel bad serving them,” he says.
He tried his best to keep some money coming in.
He would score and play games with older boys to earn Rs 200-300 to survive a week.

“I always used to see boys my age bringing food or their parents had big lunches with them.
As for me, it was — khana khud banao, khud khao.
(make your own food, eat alone).
No breakfast.
Catch hold of anyone around and request them to buy breakfast,” he recalls.

Lunch and dinner were at the tent and his job was making rotis.
“Every night used to be a candlelight dinner.
After all, there was no electricity.

The days were fine, he recalls, since he was busy scrounging around for work and cricket, but the nights sometimes were too long.
“I would miss my family and would cry.
It was not just being homesick but going to the toilet was a hindrance to sleep.
There was no toilet at the maidan, and the one near Fashion Street that I used was closed at night,” he says.

Mumbai U-19 coach Satish Samant says Jaiswal will be the next big Mumbai player.
“He has this ability to read a bowlers mind and adapt to a situation.
Most under-19 players get tempted to play too many shots too early.
He does not.
The other thing is, he does not have a smartphone, is not on WhatsApp.
This is rare for a teenage cricketer these days.
He is cut off from social media.
He has talent and if he keeps focus like this, he will definitely make it big,” says Samant.

Before he got picked for Mumbai the U-19 squad, the Azad Maidan was abuzz with stories of the talented young batsman who needed support.
Things turned around when a local coach Jwala Singh met him and took him under his wing.

An immigrant from UP himself, Jwala saw his early childhood in Jaiswal.
“He must have been around 12 years and I saw him facing an ‘A’ division bowler with ease.
I could relate to him.
When I also came to Mumbai from UP, I didn’t have a house to stay in.
No godfather, no guide.
He is gifted.
He has 49 centuries in the last five years,” says Jwala, who has played the junior age group for Mumbai and had a stint at the MRF pace foundation along with Zaheer Khan.

Jaiswal now stays in a small chawl in Kadamwadi, which he calls his palace.
“Have you ever stayed in a tent? I bet you can’t stay one day there in summers.
It gets very hot, sir.
The heat generated by plastic is unbearable.
We would often take our sheets and sleep on the open ground.
Once, an insect bit me near my eyes and it was swollen.
After that, despite the heat, I slept inside,” he says.

Asked about the pressures of higher-grade cricket, he scoffs.
“You are talking about mental pressure in cricket? I have faced it daily in my life for years.
Those have made me strong.
Scoring runs is not important.
I know I will score and take wickets.
For me, whether I get the next meal or not, that’s important,” he says.

“I remember the days when I was almost shameless.
I used to go with my teammates for lunch, knowing that I didn’t have any money.
I would tell them, ‘paisa nahi hai, bhook hai’ ( I don’t have money but am hungry).

When a teammate or two teased him occasionally, Jaiswal says he never reacted in anger.
After all, they had never slept in a tent, never sold pani-puri, and never went to sleep on an empty stomach.

He played a vital 85 run knock in the U-19 Asia Cup Final against Srilanka helping his team to lift the trophy for a record sixth time.

Nothing worth having comes easy.
Lets hope this story inspires our younger generation to never give up until they realise their dreams.

Thanks for your time.

Lived in a tent, sold pani puri, slept hungry, now Yashasvi Jaiswal plays cricket for India Under-19


This girl in the middle is 18 years old Pakhi Mor, with her parents from Nagpur, Maharashtra.

In recently declared state board exam results by Maharashtra on 28th May 2019, she scored 96% in class XII.

However, two years ago in 2017, a tragic incident happened to her.

She had met with an accident while riding a scooter due to which she had passed into a comatose stage.
There was an extra pressure in the left side of her brain due to accumulation of blood there.

Operation was done to relieve that pressure.
While the operation was successful, she had lost her memory.

The accident also had caused the left side of her body considerably weak, so much so that she was unable to perform any physical activity.

She went through robotic therapy followed by another surgery to affix a part of her skull that was removed to relieve that extra pressure on her left brain.

The accident and the surgeries had not only ruined her hopes of becoming a research scientist, but also affected her academic future.

Slowly she started recovering her memory but there was another setback.
She developed a speech impairment.

After her memory was recovered, it was difficult for her to persue her HSC in science stream.

But she did not give up.
She decided to persue in Arts.
Her parents would often accompany her and sit through classes with her.

The efforts really paid off.
She nearly scored cent percentage in almost all the subjects, 99 in logic, 98 in psychology, 97 in political science, 95 in philosophy, 92 in English and 91 in Hindi.
She now wants to pursue graduation from National Law University at Bangalore or Hyderabad.

Indeed she and her parents are inspiring for this young generation as well as generations to come.

Godspeed Pakhi Mor!
Footnote:
Maharashtra HSC 12th result 2019: Nagpur teen scores 96% 2 years after road accident left her with crippling memory loss


See this guy in the below image?
His name is Marshall Bruce Mathers III, known professionally as Eminem.
Not only he is an rapper, he's an actor too.

(Incase if you never heard about this guy, you should read it.
)
His success story will inspire you.

That's all i know about him.

Eminem thinks that,' A normal life is boring'.

Eminem endured all the hardships and made himself the best-selling artist of 2000s.

His song Rap god, which contains the most words.
It has 1,560 words, and Eminem uttered them in 6 minutes and 4 seconds.
It was also nominated for a Grammy award for best rap performance.

Eminem's estimated net worth is $190 million.

He's the most successful rapper of all time.

Don't you think his whole life is an inspiration?
Image sources: Google
Thanks for reading, now get back to work dude.
:)


Arunima Sinha is a first female amputee to climb Mount Everest who previously known as a volleyball player.
She widely draws the media attention when faced a train accident and losing her a leg.
Following the accident, Arunima developed a passion in her to climb the highest peak of the world and later started taking training toward fulfilling her dream.
She is considered as a symbol of motivation in the India who won the Mount Everest without having a leg.

Train Accident:
On April 12, 2011, she boarded at Padmavati Express train at Lucknow for Delhi where a group robbers wanting to snatch her gold chain but she protested against the robbery.
But the robbers pushed out her from the train, tragedy began in her life.
When she was fell on the railway track another train on a parallel track crushed her left leg.

She was fallen on the train track whole night, and more than 49 trains going on her leg but she was unable to save herself.
In the morning, villagers took her into the hospital with serious injury and doctor amputated her leg below the knee to save her life.
Following the accident, she was offered compensation of US 3,100 by the Indian Sports Ministry and the organizer ensured her better treatment.

Arunima Sinha Career:
There are some negative news published about her accident and she mentally decided to do better something.
She determined to won the Mount Everest except volleyball career.
By listening to her plans, doctors and other people started to talk that has a problem in her mind.
But she was truly determined and wanted the dream turned into reality.

Being inspired by cricketer Yuvraj Singh, she went to the first Indian female Mount Everest winner Bachendri Pal instead going home when releasing from the hospital.
Bachendri Pal inspired her very much and advice to take action regarding won the Mount Everest.
Then she started taking training under the instruction of Bachendri Pal.
At 10:55 am on 21 May 2013, Arunima Sinha finally reached the summit of Mount Everest as part of the Tata Group sponsored.
She already won six highest peaks of six continents such as Everest in Asia, Kilimanjaro in Africa, Kosciuszko in Australia, Elbrus in Europe, Aconcagua in Argentina and Carstensz Pyramid in Indonesia as part of her aim to win seven summits of seven continents.

In 2015, Sinha was awarded Padma Shri award the fourth highest civilian award of India.
Prime Minister Narendra Modi launched her book ‘Born again on the mountain’ in December 2014.

See also
Source:
Arunima Sinha | biography


Can you tell me something inspiring?


My son inspires me!
Back in 2017, my son announced that he will not sit for college placements and will pursue his dream of building a startup.

He said he wants to build some Art Startup where he works with artists and gives them a platform to earn and get recognized for their work by creating personalized handmade gifts for his clients.

His mother and I were shocked and did not how to react to such a statement.
We were very concerned and I found myself in a unique situation.

We had our share of negative thoughts which kept us wide awake at multiple nights.

I was very skeptical about the idea and I wondered if he’s doing all this to hide the fact that he did not get a job.

But we let him go anyway.
We waited for him to complete school, then college, there wasn’t any harm in giving him another year.

This picture is from the day he left for Bangalore.

March 2017
Although his mother and I had our doubts about the feasibility of the idea, he proved us wrong by winning a B-Plan competition at IIT-Kanpur, where he was awarded a cash prize of Rs.
1,00,000.

He was also offered an investment by one of the judges on the panel.
I was surprised when he denied the offer stating – “I am not ready to manage external investment, as I need to understand and learn my business better by working on it with whatever the company makes from it’s customers”.

Although I was proud, I was still unsure about the future of the idea.

June 2017
He calls up from Bangalore and informs us about an internship he’s taken up at a startup incubated at IIM-Bangalore, which will pay him enough to sustain himself in the new city.

Though we were relieved, we didn’t understand why would he take up an internship when he already has a company to build.

He said, “It’s not for the money papa.
I want to learn how to do Sales and understand the dynamics of the working of startup by working with one”.

Here’s a team picture of The Climber, the company where he interned.

October 2017
With the little company savings, he decided to set up a stall in Comic Con, Hyderabad where he invested almost all of the company savings expecting great returns on the investment.

He was wrong! He went Bankrupt, lost almost all his savings.
I asked him, what next?
Although he was very broken, he said, “Comic Con was fun, I learned what not to do.
I will start again.

In December 2017, he was invited as a speaker from the college he graduated.

In January 2018, his startup got incubated at IIM-Bangalore after 3 failed attempts.

I didn’t really understand how this would help him, but the tag of IIM was big!
I remember when he first told me about his idea of advertising in cabs, I ridiculed.

In August 2018, he went to the Bangalore airport and advertised his startup in 400 Uber Cabs by spending 48 hours straight with no sleep and minimal food!
Contrary to my prediction, the campaign was a huge success.
Each cab in the following picture has his advertisement inside them!
Recently he cracked a deal with a prominent Mercedes Dealership in Bangalore.
He joked that day “I might not be able to afford a Merc but I sure as hell can crack a deal with them”
I thought my son did not understand basics of business – marketing, sales etc.
Here he is delivering a session on – “Marketing & Sales” at Rotary, Bangalore.

I have seen him vulnerable and broken where he talked about giving up and coming back home, but fighting back each time.

I have seen him go sleepless for nights to ensure work is done on time.

I have seen him learn, unlearn and learn things.

I have seen him work all alone for 2 years on his idea!
I have seen him grow from a boy to a man.

I am proud of you my son and I am happy that I let you pursue your dream.

I may not be able to help you with your business, but I am here with my complete support, for I have seen you happy and that is all I can ever ask for!
I request every parent to let their children pursue their dream, because on that path to make their dream a reality, they discover themselves and do things we can never imagine.

For them, sky is the limit.

I don’t know the future of company even today, but I have full faith in my son Shashank Shekhar.

Edit - I cannot believe my eyes with the response I have received here.
Thank you everyone and sorry for not answering to your messages and comments.

I realise I beat my son in Quora upvotes.
“Beta beta hota hai, baap baap hota hai”.


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


I come from a very low middle class family.
I have a beautiful mother, a great father and a very naughty little brother.
.
:).
.
This story is about me.
Sorry for the long answer.
But I promise you it will be worth it at the end.
.
:) Hope it inspires you.
.
:)
My father earned just ₹2500 per month when I was studying in school during nursery to class 4th.
Even with such a meager salary, he wanted his son to get well educated and did as far as he can.
He admitted me in St.
Mary’s school, a local school in my town which was not yet built and was up to class 5th only.
During those days, in my family educating their child in an English medium school was a very great deal.
On top of it, we lived in a rented house consisting of one room in an area which lacked basic amenities.
I still remember how we used to walk a considerable distance to use a common washroom of the entire society.

Seeing my parents doing so much for me, I used to study day and night so that I can make them proud.
My father did everything for me and I never complained of things he couldn’t, neither I asked for it.
I still remember the days where I used to wait to buy a 10 rs notebook for days since there was literally no money left with him and he sweetly used to ask me to wait.
I did well in my school and stood first in every academic year.

By God’s grace, a new committee got formed in school and the school even though it wasn’t affiliated to ICSE, it sought another school so that the students could go and give exams there.
I used to study a lot during those days seeing my family’s pains and conditions.
I did well in ICSE examinations and scored 92%.
My parents were really happy.
.
:)
Now comes the real story where I believed God exists and he really helps those who actually need it.

I wanted to study science but my family’s income was too low to admit me to any school which had a science division.
I applied for scholarships from various places like the sabha of various sects but I miserably failed.
Seeing such conditions, I decided to study commerce.

The story is not yet over.
.
:).
.
My father is a great fan of a bengali news channel named ABP Annondo.
I was also just watching casually when I saw an advertisement of Adamas Scholarship test where they were funding the entire higher secondary education of meritorious students.

I prepared day and night for the examination and secured a rank of 8th in it.
:D .
.
Trust me, my father had a bit of tears in his eyes when they announced the results 10 days later.
I will never forget that day.
He was very happy.

I got admitted to Adamas H.
S Model School and they paid for everything for my education.
I did well in Higher secondary too and secured 88%(state board) in it.
Now the main problem was I wanted to study engineering from a very good college so I used to study for JEE all by myself in the school itself.
I didn’t focus on JEE Advanced as I didn’t have any guidance.
Gave JEE.
Result: Miserably failed with a rank of 80k+ in JEE Mains and a rank of 9k+ in WBJEE.

Everyone lost hopes on me.
My parents even though they supported me they also lost hope that their son can do engineering from a good place.
I had to take admission in a private college in Kolkata as it was giving me a 100% tuition waiver in my WBJEE rank.
I couldn’t think of dropping looking into my family’s conditions.
To be frank, I didn’t want to be there.
I bought JEE materials of Aakash Institute from College street and studied it in whatever time I had in the library and at home.
I wanted to do good.

Sat again for JEE and WBJEE.
This time secured decent enough ranks.
JEE Mains rank: 20,121 and WBJEE rank: 425
I wanted to study computer science subjects and I got a seat in Department of Information Technology at NIT Durgapur.
I was really very happy.
:)
College days were great.
.
:)…Got really awesome seniors and a bunch of really cool friends.
Did everything along with studies.
Participated in many fests.
Joined the dance club, DC and the coding club, RECursion of my college.
These two are now an integral part of my life.
.
<3.
.
I didn’t use to study much for semesters rather used to do development and coding with my friends.
.
:)
I didn’t get any on-campus internship in my 3rd year.
I was depressed.
My confidence leveled down a lot.
I sacrificed everything, left dancing and all co-curricular activities and studied the entire year doing development and coding.
That was really the most tiresome year of my college life.
I suffered a lot.
LOST MANY FRIENDS.
Had a tiff with my close friends too.
But I endured and moved on and didn’t let it affect my studies.
Went through a breakup in that phase too.
.
:P.
.
I used to think of my parents and their present situation when I endured all this.
.
:)
Finally did an academic internship at CNeRG, IIT Kharagpur.
Slogged my ass off during those 2 months by balancing Internship work and placements preparation.
I used to spend more than 12 hours in it.
My parents, my group of 6 friends and a girl ❤️ were my constant support during those days.

Placement season came.
I remember the date: 23rd July 2018.
Microsoft, India visited our campus on the first day.

Cleared the online round, Group fly round and 2 f2f interviews round very smoothly and confidently…:).
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My 3rd round didn’t go as well as I expected.
There were many friends of mine who still had to give their 3rd rounds and I was seeing a very less chance of me getting selected.
I came into my room.
Cried and slept.
Suddenly got a call from my friend Ashutosh that the HR is calling you and asked me to hurry up.
Trust me, I jumped from the bed, put my shoes on and I ran like I never ran before.
:P.
.
The HR called me and my friend Ashutosh and asked us whether we know why we were here.
We said we don’t know :).
Then I got to hear the words which were a dream to me:
“You both are selected”
I was in tears and I don’t know how I started weeping.
I thought all these scenes happen only in movies but trust me I cried.
Only one face came to my mind at that time: My parents.
I wanted them to inform that I did it and I will end all the pains and sufferings which they are enduring.
:)…I called my father.
He was in train.
When I told him the news, he started weeping.
I have never seen or heard my father crying but he cried on that day and asked me to stay happy and said: “Beta, bhagwaan tere jaisa beta sabko de.
Khush kar diye tum humko.
:)”
.
His happiness knew no bounds.
He now also earns very less near about ₹8000 and is in a bad situation but I made him so happy that he smiles every time.
I won’t let him work after this year.
.
:)…My mother never believed it.
She was also really very happy.
.
:).
The sad faces have now turned into happy faces with a broad smile.

I am proud of myself.

“I love you mummy and paapa.
May God give such parents like you all to every child in this world!”

I am very much thankful to my maama too (Anjani Verma) who was there to look after me anytime.
I love you too.
:)

This pic was taken when I went to Dakshineshwar Kali Temple with my paapa on the next day of my selection.
.
:):

My sweetest mummy without whom nothing would have happened:
P.
S:
Thanks to everyone for reading it until here.
Hope it inspired you.
If I can do it, you definitely can.
:)
I also followed one motivational quote quite religiously whenever I used to face a turmoil:
Don't stop when it hurts, stop when it's done.

Thank you!.
.
:)


I’ll let you in on a secret.

I stammer.

I stammer when I get nervous, intimidated or afraid.

I have been the laughing stock of my peers.
I have been shamed, scolded, made fun of my inability to speak fluently in front of a crowd.

But I don’t stammer all the time.
Most of my friends, excluding childhood friends, don't know about this.
In all these years, I have confessed it with only 2 people.
And they had no idea about it.

It’s difficult.
Trust me.
You go in front of a crowd.
You have thousands of thoughts raging in your mind.
You fail to deliver.
When words refuse to come out of your mouth, you feel disabled.

In school, I was a smart kid.
I was mentally grown up and I had so many things to say to my peers.
I understood life.
I wanted to be an orator.
I wanted my thoughts to be heard.
I wanted to inspire others.
I wanted to give speeches.

None of them happened.

I always stayed as a laughing stock.
Over the time, I made peace with it.

But I had this desire to express my thoughts.
I wanted to be heard.
I was not strong with my speeches.
But somehow, I developed my writing abilities.
I wrote and I wrote.
I have practised writing good language for 5 years now.
I have practised writing a material for over 15 months now.
I never had an audience all this time.
It was me, and my closed ones.
I wrote for myself.

I was going through a phase recently.
Quora has helped me.
I started to write here.
I never expected anything from the platform.
I wrote because it soothed my disturbed mind.
(Even this answer, I am writing for the same reason.
It’s addictive.
)

I was a kid who wanted to be an orator.
When it didn't happen, there was some other skill that grew stronger in me that eventually realised my dream.

I’ve been deemed as an underrated writer by many here.
(I wish I could attach screenshots of every comment and every message but that will turn out to be a self-boasting post.
I believe in modesty.
But I thank all those kind readers.
)

My friends are baffled by my Quora answers.
Many readers asked me how do I express my emotions so well.

Now you know.
This is my story.
It’s not beautiful.
I had to bask in humiliation to be here.
I had to deal with it.
And I did.

The question demands me to be inspiring.
Honestly, I am not in a great space to be inspirational to someone.

Do you know how rich people say money doesn't bring you happiness? It doesn't make sense to the poor.
Because he knows that a meal can keep him happy for which he needs money.

It’s the same thing.
Someone who is doing great in life can ask you to be hopeful yet you will think that he won’t understand.

I am struggling.
I don’t have a healthy personal or professional life.
I get up in the middle of the night and stare at the empty sky sometimes.
I have constant mood swings and trust issues.
I have isolated myself from everyone.
I am truly alone now.

Do you know what was the bright side of it?
I started to write on Quora and I have found people who appreciate me for my writings.
My dream of being heard eventually became true.
I started to cook.
And I figured out that I cook well.

Even now, I am not entirely happy.
There’s void.
But I have hope.
I know, in time this too shall pass.

If you’re sad, then we both are on the same boat.
Hang in there.
Time is our best friend.
We both shall get through this eventually.
Give it some time.

If you are feeling disabled, then don’t worry.
Human conscious is set up in such a way that some other skill is stronger in you.
Exploit that.
You will do better than the rest.
And your dreams will come true; as mine did.

P.
S.
I was in my first interview.
My interviewer asked for my weakness.
I told him that I used to stammer since childhood but I overcame it eventually.
He knew I had passed Group discussion.
And I didn't stammer even once throughout the interview.
He was impressed.
He selected me.

–HX


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


Some people dream of success while others wake up and work hard at it.

For three years, he lived with the groundsmen in the Muslim United Club’s tent at the Azad Maidan ground in Mumbai.
He had to, after he was thrown out of a dairy shop where he used to sleep.
Yashasvi Jaiswal was just 11 years old then and the only thing that kept him going was a dream — to play cricket for India.

It’s six years later now and Jaiswal is 17 years old, a middle-order batsman with remarkable temperament and is ready to join the India Under-19 team for the Sri Lanka tour.
Mumbai’s Under-19 coach Satish Samant says Jaiswal has “extraordinary game sense and unflappable focus.

The younger of two sons to a small-time shopkeeper in Bhadohi in Uttar Pradesh, Jaiswal moved to Mumbai to pursue cricket.
His father did not object since he found it hard to feed the family.
An uncle, Santosh, in Mumbai, had a house in Worli, but it wasn’t big enough for another occupant.
Santosh had requested the owners of Muslim United Club, where he was a manager, if the boy could stay in the tent.

“This was after I was asked to leave the dairy at Kalbadevi.
After playing cricket the entire day, I would get tired and go to sleep.
One day, they threw out my luggage saying I do nothing, don’t help them and only sleep,” says Jaiswal.

For three years, that tent became his home.
The teenager took pains to ensure that stories of his struggles never reached Bhadohi, as that would end his cricketing career.
Occasionally, his father would send some money but that was never enough.
He had to sell pani-puri during the Ram Leela in Azad Maidan and help sell fruits.
But there were still days when he would go to sleep on an empty stomach as the groundsmen with whom he shared the tent fought with each other.
Without them cooking, he would drift off with just dreams lulling him to sleep.

“During Ram Leela, I earned well.
I prayed that my teammates would not come there for pani-puri.
Sometimes they did and I would feel bad serving them,” he says.
He tried his best to keep some money coming in.
He would score and play games with older boys to earn Rs 200-300 to survive a week.

“I always used to see boys my age bringing food or their parents had big lunches with them.
As for me, it was — khana khud banao, khud khao.
(make your own food, eat alone).
No breakfast.
Catch hold of anyone around and request them to buy breakfast,” he recalls.

Lunch and dinner were at the tent and his job was making rotis.
“Every night used to be a candlelight dinner.
After all, there was no electricity.

The days were fine, he recalls, since he was busy scrounging around for work and cricket, but the nights sometimes were too long.
“I would miss my family and would cry.
It was not just being homesick but going to the toilet was a hindrance to sleep.
There was no toilet at the maidan, and the one near Fashion Street that I used was closed at night,” he says.

Mumbai U-19 coach Satish Samant says Jaiswal will be the next big Mumbai player.
“He has this ability to read a bowlers mind and adapt to a situation.
Most under-19 players get tempted to play too many shots too early.
He does not.
The other thing is, he does not have a smartphone, is not on WhatsApp.
This is rare for a teenage cricketer these days.
He is cut off from social media.
He has talent and if he keeps focus like this, he will definitely make it big,” says Samant.

Before he got picked for Mumbai the U-19 squad, the Azad Maidan was abuzz with stories of the talented young batsman who needed support.
Things turned around when a local coach Jwala Singh met him and took him under his wing.

An immigrant from UP himself, Jwala saw his early childhood in Jaiswal.
“He must have been around 12 years and I saw him facing an ‘A’ division bowler with ease.
I could relate to him.
When I also came to Mumbai from UP, I didn’t have a house to stay in.
No godfather, no guide.
He is gifted.
He has 49 centuries in the last five years,” says Jwala, who has played the junior age group for Mumbai and had a stint at the MRF pace foundation along with Zaheer Khan.

Jaiswal now stays in a small chawl in Kadamwadi, which he calls his palace.
“Have you ever stayed in a tent? I bet you can’t stay one day there in summers.
It gets very hot, sir.
The heat generated by plastic is unbearable.
We would often take our sheets and sleep on the open ground.
Once, an insect bit me near my eyes and it was swollen.
After that, despite the heat, I slept inside,” he says.

Asked about the pressures of higher-grade cricket, he scoffs.
“You are talking about mental pressure in cricket? I have faced it daily in my life for years.
Those have made me strong.
Scoring runs is not important.
I know I will score and take wickets.
For me, whether I get the next meal or not, that’s important,” he says.

“I remember the days when I was almost shameless.
I used to go with my teammates for lunch, knowing that I didn’t have any money.
I would tell them, ‘paisa nahi hai, bhook hai’ ( I don’t have money but am hungry).

When a teammate or two teased him occasionally, Jaiswal says he never reacted in anger.
After all, they had never slept in a tent, never sold pani-puri, and never went to sleep on an empty stomach.

He played a vital 85 run knock in the U-19 Asia Cup Final against Srilanka helping his team to lift the trophy for a record sixth time.

Nothing worth having comes easy.
Lets hope this story inspires our younger generation to never give up until they realise their dreams.

Thanks for your time.

Lived in a tent, sold pani puri, slept hungry, now Yashasvi Jaiswal plays cricket for India Under-19


See this guy in the below image?
His name is Marshall Bruce Mathers III, known professionally as Eminem.
Not only he is an rapper, he's an actor too.

(Incase if you never heard about this guy, you should read it.
)
His success story will inspire you.

That's all i know about him.

Eminem thinks that,' A normal life is boring'.

Eminem endured all the hardships and made himself the best-selling artist of 2000s.

His song Rap god, which contains the most words.
It has 1,560 words, and Eminem uttered them in 6 minutes and 4 seconds.
It was also nominated for a Grammy award for best rap performance.

Eminem's estimated net worth is $190 million.

He's the most successful rapper of all time.

Don't you think his whole life is an inspiration?
Image sources: Google
Thanks for reading, now get back to work dude.
:)


So, I have this cousin of mine, she was not that good academically.
But she was good in riding bikes.
Hailing from a small town (kind of village) it is very difficult to do something different.

I still remember how many times she had to listen to scoldings from elders to devote her time only to studies and not in anything else, or they had only one another plan… “Get her married eventually”.

Anyway, she didn't care about what people have to say.
She used to ride bikes whenever she got the opportunity that too in HILLS.
You can imagine how dangerous (and thrilling :P) it can be.

But, I love it.
Though there are many girls now-a-days riding bike but from where she has evolved is different.
It takes a lot of courage to go for something like this in a country where bike riding is male dominated.

She has joined various Bikers groups now and has covered a lot of places in amazing bikes.
She was even featured in one of the leading news channel on a special program on International Women’s Day.

Also, there is not much support given to her financially but she moved to Delhi and is doing everything on her own to pursue her dreams.
Attaching some pictures of her from her recent visits to some place.

So, instead of thinking what others will say, she chose her passion.
Over EVERYTHING.
And most importantly, she is HAPPY.
(Being happy is underestimated I guess :P)
Go guys, chase your dreams.
:D

Edit: Her name is Ujjwala Sati.
And she doesn't own these bikes guys.
These are bikes owned by various groups.


K.
Jayaganesh is a perfect example of well-known saying TRY TRY TIll YOU SUCCEED.

He failed the Civil service examination Six times but never lost his hope.
His seventh trial was his last chance and coin of luck worked this time through his determination,hardwork and sheer preservance .
He passed with a rank of 156 and got selected as IAS officer.

He belongs from a very poor family in a small village Vinavamangalam in Vellore district of Tamil nadu .
His father used to work in a leather factory and mother was a homemaker .
Living among three other siblings ,money was tight in the household with his father earning a salary of Rs.
4500/- per month.

He studied up to 8th in his village school and completed his schooling in a nearby town.
After finishing his 10th, he joined a polytechnic college as there he was told that as soon as they passed out they will find a job in their hand .
He passed with 91% there and got a chance to join Government engineering college.
Then he studied mechanical engineering
Most of his friends had dropped out after class 10th to take up the jobs in local tannery, driving an auto rickshaw or as coolies.

He finished his engineering in year 2000 then he went to banglore in search of a job and got one without difficulty for rs.
2500/-.
People in his village were poor and he wanted to help them.

In order to became an IAS officer he resigned his job and went back to his village to prepare for the examination but he was unable to clear his preliminary attempts in his two rounds due to lack of knowledge.
Then he came to know about coaching by chennai government and he decided to stay in chennai.
He also decided to do the part-time job .
Eventually, He got a job as a billing clerk in a canteen and also happen to serve during peak hours .

He again started from the beginning and failed in the preliminary for the 5th time.
He passed the preliminary and mains but failed in interview on 6th attempt.

He preared hard for his last attempt and passed the preliminary and mains examination.
His interview was in Delhi.
Finally the result was out and this time he scored 156th rank out of more than 700 candidates .

He never lost his faith to realise his dream.

His incredible story proves that your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life !!!


Let me tell you story of a boy (I read online)
Hasan Safin, a native of Gujarat, belongs to a low-income family.
His parents, Mustufa and Naseembanu, work in a small diamond unit, earning meagre income.

There used to be days when Safin went to sleep on an empty stomach.
For extra money , his mother Naseembanu began rolling out hundreds of rotis for local restaurants and marriage halls.
His mother would make around 20 to 200 rotis earning Rs.
5000 to 8000 monthly , so that she could provide money for her son 's education.

Inspite of such adverse conditions , Hasin Safin this year has cleared one of the toughest exam of India UPSC civil services in his first attempt .
He is all set to join the prestigious civil services.

This is a picture of Hasin Safin.

We often make excuses about why we cant do something or achieve our goal.
But then there are people like Hasin who with their hardwork , grit and a fighting spirit make everything possible.


Sure!
I would like to share my story.

This is going to be long.
Sit tight and read and let me know in the comments, if it inspired you.

Let's start with the present scenario.

What am I now? What am I doing now?
I am a programmer and blogger from Chennai, India.
Founder of Hackers Den, a technology blog which explains technology in simple English.

I am also the Co founder of Speak Out, it's a blogging event conducted every year in different parts of the country.
We conducted our first event in Chennai on 2017.
Planning to do it in Bangalore this year.

I am running many online blogs and a little online business which not many are aware of and am earning sufficiently good, sufficient enough to manage my expenses and go along alone.
I am running these things to manage myself financially because my main startup Hackers Den which explains technology in simple English is ad free and we don't serve and advertisement (except some of its sponsored posts, but that cannot be considered as a flowing income).

I am also writing a book which will tell you how to become one from zero.
I am a madman, I deleted 30000 words, just because I didn't like it.
I have started it all again.

I am also writing a script for my web series which I wanted to do from a very long time.
I hope I get it up this time.

And some here and there stuffs.

This is my present.
This is me now.

You might be wondering, what's new? Normally everyone is doing something or the other.
What makes you stand out? Well, I am 18 years old.

So what? Lot of them are doing way better good things than you in life and they are even younger than you!
I really appreciate it.
But this ‘me’ now wouldn't be same hadn't it been an insult “seven years ago”

If you feel its another cliched story, feel free to press the back button and read other great answers by other great quorans, if interested continue reading.

I am an 18 year old buddy.
According to the society, if you are mentally fit, you should by this age be in college and uh learn yeah, I just forgot the word there, I don't think so am mentally fit to attend college and the society terms me as “if he cannot cope up colleges, how is he going to cope up with his life, and he is doing a big mistake not attending the college, he has got not future”
Okay, enough of rant.
Hadn't it been something which happened seven years ago, I would be doing engineering now and would be waiting to eagerly to get myself placed on those 5lpa.

So what happened?
So in the year 2011, I was a nerd, shy, more of an introvert, had very few friends, excellent in academics, poor in reality, had no grasp on the language other than Hindi, I didn't even knew the meaning of flop, my friends were talking something about the movie and I didn't even know what does flop mean, I had to ask my aunt and I was embarrassed when I got to know the meaning, I didn't have any true friends, I had no future planned, I was very cautious, didn't took any risks, couldn't even think of failing, very sensitive person (which I am still, somethings never change), didn't read any book apart from academics, had no guts to talk or present myself.
I was always offstage.

Things were good, I loved the way it was, I never complained because that's the life I chose and I was happy.
As usual, I was going to school, everything was good, first period was history and I still love that subject, I don't know why people get bored of it.
Anyway the second period of free and me being a complete nerd, opened my books and started reading because all my homework was complete, yeah, I know.

My friends were forming groups and gossiping on various shits.
A friend of mine invited me to the group and I was reluctant initially, but later on, I accepted and we were having some conversations, some where in English, I couldn't understand that much, but it was fine.
Everything was going great, until this thing happened which changed my whole freaking life.

Out of nowhere, my friend in the group started telling about computer shit and how he hacked a girl's account and she pleaded to her to get the account back and blah blah, yeah we were sixth graders, we didn't ask much, we just bought the story without any questions.

I was very weak in computers, I knew no shit, trust me I didn't even knew how to download an application from play store, you can see how low I was.
I remember once when a new tab was bought in home and I after juggling here and there, connected it with Wi-Fi and I was like, hell yeah, am master.
I know, I was fool back then.

Anyway, he pointed out at me and asked me What'd you know about computers?
He knew it very well, I sucked at it, but still I replied uh, not much.

He laughed and he told Go home, I am going to hack your facebook account and I will send some lewd messages to girls in our school.
Yup, I had a Facebook account, created with the help of my friend and I didn't even knew password until then.
I started begging that please don't do this, I have done no harm, but he didn't gave a damn and continued with that laughter and became hero among girls and I just stood up and went back and I couldn't concentrate the whole day.
I went to my friend who created the account, asked him my email and password and how do we operate that shit.
He explained everything and I was good to go.

I went back home, all I did first is to start the computer to see whether he has hacked or not, he didn't and I felt relieved, but looked at the clock, and it was just 30 – 40 minutes since we left from school, he has more important work to do, rather than just come and hack my account.
I waited the whole day, he didn't.
Next day I confronted him in front of the same girls and I knew that he didn't knew hacking, and I thought he will confess it.
Pity me, I was such a fool at that time.
He looked in my eye and told I felt pity on you.
And I just good there speechless, and all the girls started appreciating his kind gesture and told me Hey, you better play safe and don't mess with him, go and mind your studies.
And I was like damn, what the heck just happened.
At that point, I decided I am going to do something, no not revenge, but something in ordered to prove myself that I am capable of what people think I can't, I wont do this for me, but for him, to prove him wrong.

My motivation levels were touching the sky and I was determined this time.

I went back home, fully determined, turned on my computer and did some quick searches till evening and made a list of all the websites I visited.
Had a quick lunch, and around 9 pm when my shop was closed, I went down to my shop (my shop is connected to my house), turned on the computer, browsed through the websites and was fascinated about how it works and how it is so easy to access.
I was awake till 4 in the morning, very curious and penning down everything I am learning.
I couldn't get enough, I thought to stop and go back up and pretend to sleep, so my family doesn't come to know about it.
I went and slept as if nothing happened.
I was woke up by mom at 7 am, because I had school to attend.
Damn.

I went school uninspired.
I was feeling sleepy, I didn't answer any of the questions mam was asking, I just wanted to go back home and continue my learning.

Every night I used to use my computer from 9/10pm to 3/4 am in the morning, learning new things about programming, blogging, a bit of hacking (as everyone starts with it).
I started learning php language because I was highly inspired by Facebook's concept and when I came to know it was initially built in php, I just jumped into it.
I started learning everything I could and from everyone I could.
Started making notes for my reference and what not.
This continued for two – three years and I just slept for 3 – 4 hours maximum a day, my diet became improper, due to which I was exposed to various diseases which I am still facing.
I became lean, my health affected very badly, and I was hospitalized.
I was on glucose and drips, but even after getting discharged, I was determined and went home and the first thing I did is turn my computer to which my mom gave me an earful which I still remember.

I was learning and learning online and my health was deteriorating very much, so were my school grades.
I used to be the topper, but now, I was having a hard time even to pass the subjects, the teachers got afraid as what happened to me and they had a conversation with my parents and they assured that he will be right on track and I was for two exams and again I got my own track.

This was continued for more than three years (including my initial work in a Facebook page) , my health was declined, my reputation in school is destroyed, no one wanted to talk to me, but I was learning something very important and I thought I learnt enough, it's time for me to showcase it to the world, but how? I had no audience.
I decided to approach Facebook pages, but hard luck, no one wanted me on board, everyone thought I am too young, I am bluffing, I don't know no shit, and I just need recognition.
I was turned down by 18 Facebook pages, it was very heart breaking for a 13 year old kid.
I decided to give up.
I thought it was all worthless.
Two years of efforts all in vain, What I got in return? Nothing! Poor health, low grades, no one wants to talk to me, even my relatives, they never liked talking to me, because I was not good looking or had that charm, plus my grades were poor and English was damn weak, I will discuss how bad my english was in the following paragraphs.
Even relatives used to neglect me, I even heard one of my relative telling to their kid Don't go near him, if I see you talking with him, don't talk with me.
I don't know why she did that and even now while typing this, I am full of tears, anyway in short everything was bad, I decided to give up, but there was a Facebook page opened on my desktop and I decided to give it a last try and went to school with no expectations, but Voila, I was accepted.

Some questions were asked and he made me the content writer of the page and I was working for him for free for one and half years.
I didn't knew I could earn, no one in my family knew what I was doing.

I started writing about technology things for them and people started liking it and I was slowly getting recognized.
I even made some friends online during that tenure and many encouraged me to quit that page and start your own, which by far was the best decision till now.

So without any further thought or future model, I just started a page named Hackers Den on May 10, 2014.
I was just 14 years old at that time.
I started posting the technology stuff as usual, and was gaining some interaction and now I understood how to take it into next level.
I started a blog with a lot of hassles.
I started with a free domain and a free host and started doing it and was gaining views slowly and then moved to blogger.
My english was a major concern and I ought to improve it and I did with the help of my late uncle Mr.
Mohan who indirectly taught me.

He wanted me to become a fighter, build muscles and stuff and I never wanted to be one, but he forced me to exercise and watch Jackie Chan movies – My first exposure to Hollywood.
I never understood a shit, but I couldn't get up, because he used to sit next to me telling me about the punch and kick.
I was just wasting time and I don't know what stroked me, I started noticing the subtitles and started talking how they talk and noted down all the difficult words and started referring dictionary, Infact reading it to improve my vocabulary, then I started watching a lot of Hollywood movies and learnt how they pronounce, how they speak and everything and that's how I overcame my difficulty with english.
So never complain.
When there is a will, there is a way.
I will be always indebted to my uncle, not because he taught me English, but he taught me various other things too.
I miss you.
Wish you could come back.

Initially Hackers Den was a hacking blog, I used to explain hacking concepts, it was going well until one day my mom came to know about it and you know typical indian parents, if they hear the word hacking, it means illegal.
They told me to stop it and I requested a lot, but they didn't agree.
I cried whole night, thinking it all again is going to a waste, but I was not leaving it for sure.
I left hacking but changed the niche of Hackers Den from hacking to technology blog, where I explain technology in simple English.

Things were running smooth and fine.
I was just working on Hackers Den and had my set of audience.
I was not earning, I didn't had money to buy stuff for my site and had no audacity to go and ask my father for this, though he would have given, but I didn't had the guts.
Everything was fine, until one day my friend told me that big rock is offering free dot net domains, grab it, I grabbed it and am still running on the domain which I bought.
Never ever forget your past or atleast the one who gave you something for free and because of it you are what you are today (Maybe indirectly).
But still I wasn't earning until one day I earned 150₹ – My first income for content writing.
You could sense my happiness, I was on cloud nine.
Though 150₹ was nothing, but it meant the world to me.

That was the moment when I felt, I can earn money online and from then on there was no stopping for me.

Everything was great, until one day I was up at Google Office for a discussion about various topics and that was my big break when I posted about it online, people went crazy, everyone started texting me, I was a bit recognized then and because of that I was invited to Blogx 2016 where I was a speaker for the first time which was my second big break.
I met a lot of new people and started various projects with them by which I started having an income.
The ones whom I idolized once, I couldn't believe I was working together with many people.
I was even invited by Mr.
Imran Uddin which led to many connections of mine further.

ME at Google Office!
My first ever speech which impressed Mr.
Imran Uddin.

My first award at blogx.
I was awarded as Blogger of The Year 2016.

Everything was smooth in my online world, but things took a bad shape in my schooling and offline career.
My grades dropped so low that in my eleventh standard, I got 2 marks out of 200 in mathematics.

It was very shocking, but I somehow managed to pass my twelfth boards and everyone was happy at home.

I explained everything, what I do online and stuff to my parents and they were proud and didn't bother much about my marks.
They were more of practical and knew theory is ain't going to take you anywhere.

I started various projects from then on, started working on it.
Things running smooth.

I completed my twelfth in 2017 and went to engineering college for a month and dropped.
I couldn't manage my online work and my college.
Things were getting real bad.
My parents were very supportive of me during my that phase and they allowed.

I shifted to Bangalore alone to learn and explore more stuffs and expand.

From the year 2011 – now.
I have faced a lot of failures, cricitisms, which I have not much mentioned here because it's already too much text, I don't want to bore you.
I have faced a lot of struggle, missed a lot of opportunities, learnt a lot, made great connections, earned a lot of fame and recognition and awards.

Feels good my hardwork paid off.

I was also invited to two conferences abroad in 2017, but couldn't go because I had no passport, but I went to China this year alone for 24 days for an entrepreneurship summit which was mind blowing, again made new connections over there and working on various projects with them.

Right now, I'd been featured on Huffpost, Harvard, Entrepreneur, Wittyfeed, USA blog talk radio show, Red FM 93.
5.
Been to Google Office.
Awarded as Blogger of The Year, featured in a local magazine, invited as a Tedx Speaker, went to China alone for 24 days, met orkut founder, been to universities delivering speeches.

I will attach some photos, just to make sure that I am not faking it.

Meeting with orkut founder.

Gave a Tedx Speech.
The link to the video is
I was featured on a local magazine.

Recently I was also featured on Deccan Chronicle paper – Bangalore edition (Bangalore Chronicle)-
PS – On the left side of my story, there is Donald Trump's story.
On the right side of my story, it is about Sonam Kapoor and below my story it is about Rob – Person behind M.
A.
D.
Wow.

I will share two of Instagram story highlight link in which I have mentioned all about my achievements and me being as a speaker.
No am not promoting my insta handle.

Achievements Story Highlight – Achievements! ❤️ – @abishiekhjain
ME as a speaker – As a Speaker! – @abishiekhjain
Hardwork and dedication paid off.
I still remember how my relatives used to ignore me and now they couldn't stop talking with me.
Yep people change.
Time change.
Shit changes.

I didn't went into certain topics in much detail and haven't shared some of the other things as well.
I haven't completed my answer, I think there is still lot to write, but I won't write more and I don't want to bore you, but I just want to say this last thing.

I thank each and everyone who stood beside me when no one else was.
I want to thank my audience, without them I am nothing, it's because of their love and support, I am up here or else I will be nowhere.
So thank you so much people ❤️ I want to thank my mom and dad for being so supportive in each of my decisions.
I want to thank my late uncle, wish I could in person, but, uh, anyway.
I want to thank a handful of my friends too.
Thank you everyone guys.
Love you all.
Keep supporting and keep hustling.


This is à story of one student whose name is Pratik sawant.
He is currently studying M.
tech(electrical engineering) IIT BOMBAY.
I heard this on YouTube, so inspiring story this is.

He was lived in slum of Mumbai and also his home so small as stage from where he gave his speech as he told in that speech.
he is just a taare jammen par type student in his school days.
His father was watchman and not able to pay fees and and gave money for his dress also.
His mom told him at 10th standard that no one do for you,only you make yourself better.

Then he studied well in 10th class and he is first from his family who cleared 10th with distinction.
when all student at 11th class choose college by there teacher recommendation he choose college by looking low fee structure college.
At college, he were clothes of his relatives,not able to afford clothes,mobile etc.
But he not forgot his mother words,so he study day and night in this year.

After 12th his mother make a dream that his child become a engineer one day, so he choose engineering.
Also In engineering he searched for college with low fee structure.
After ended engineering he came at home and 60 percent on degree certificate.
First time he realise failure that he not complete his mother's dream so he looking for job then he heard about GATE from one of his friend.

After getting grace Marks from his university he is able to manage to appeared for GATE.
Then he decided that I don't care how much student apper for this exam I just want to crack it.
He not want IIT for job or tag but because iit gave money for students who mastered from it.
So
,he decided to study hard for that exam.

As he came from slum of Mumbai where there is no proper environment for study, also there is wine shop near his home.
He not make excuse for that and found out solution from that ,When all Mumbai sleep that time I study and when all Mumbai wake up I sleep.
He start study at 10 PM and end at 5 am and he sleep whole day after struggling one and half year, he able to crack gate at 2018 with 99.
35 percentile,And he is first from his engineering college who go in iit.
Then he arrived calls from so many IITS but because he is not able to manage money for traveling so he choose IITB.

These is story of one student who not make excuses of his family situation and just keep going.

Thank you…


Can you tell me something inspiring?


My son inspires me!
Back in 2017, my son announced that he will not sit for college placements and will pursue his dream of building a startup.

He said he wants to build some Art Startup where he works with artists and gives them a platform to earn and get recognized for their work by creating personalized handmade gifts for his clients.

His mother and I were shocked and did not how to react to such a statement.
We were very concerned and I found myself in a unique situation.

We had our share of negative thoughts which kept us wide awake at multiple nights.

I was very skeptical about the idea and I wondered if he’s doing all this to hide the fact that he did not get a job.

But we let him go anyway.
We waited for him to complete school, then college, there wasn’t any harm in giving him another year.

This picture is from the day he left for Bangalore.

March 2017
Although his mother and I had our doubts about the feasibility of the idea, he proved us wrong by winning a B-Plan competition at IIT-Kanpur, where he was awarded a cash prize of Rs.
1,00,000.

He was also offered an investment by one of the judges on the panel.
I was surprised when he denied the offer stating – “I am not ready to manage external investment, as I need to understand and learn my business better by working on it with whatever the company makes from it’s customers”.

Although I was proud, I was still unsure about the future of the idea.

June 2017
He calls up from Bangalore and informs us about an internship he’s taken up at a startup incubated at IIM-Bangalore, which will pay him enough to sustain himself in the new city.

Though we were relieved, we didn’t understand why would he take up an internship when he already has a company to build.

He said, “It’s not for the money papa.
I want to learn how to do Sales and understand the dynamics of the working of startup by working with one”.

Here’s a team picture of The Climber, the company where he interned.

October 2017
With the little company savings, he decided to set up a stall in Comic Con, Hyderabad where he invested almost all of the company savings expecting great returns on the investment.

He was wrong! He went Bankrupt, lost almost all his savings.
I asked him, what next?
Although he was very broken, he said, “Comic Con was fun, I learned what not to do.
I will start again.

In December 2017, he was invited as a speaker from the college he graduated.

In January 2018, his startup got incubated at IIM-Bangalore after 3 failed attempts.

I didn’t really understand how this would help him, but the tag of IIM was big!
I remember when he first told me about his idea of advertising in cabs, I ridiculed.

In August 2018, he went to the Bangalore airport and advertised his startup in 400 Uber Cabs by spending 48 hours straight with no sleep and minimal food!
Contrary to my prediction, the campaign was a huge success.
Each cab in the following picture has his advertisement inside them!
Recently he cracked a deal with a prominent Mercedes Dealership in Bangalore.
He joked that day “I might not be able to afford a Merc but I sure as hell can crack a deal with them”
I thought my son did not understand basics of business – marketing, sales etc.
Here he is delivering a session on – “Marketing & Sales” at Rotary, Bangalore.

I have seen him vulnerable and broken where he talked about giving up and coming back home, but fighting back each time.

I have seen him go sleepless for nights to ensure work is done on time.

I have seen him learn, unlearn and learn things.

I have seen him work all alone for 2 years on his idea!
I have seen him grow from a boy to a man.

I am proud of you my son and I am happy that I let you pursue your dream.

I may not be able to help you with your business, but I am here with my complete support, for I have seen you happy and that is all I can ever ask for!
I request every parent to let their children pursue their dream, because on that path to make their dream a reality, they discover themselves and do things we can never imagine.

For them, sky is the limit.

I don’t know the future of company even today, but I have full faith in my son Shashank Shekhar.

Edit - I cannot believe my eyes with the response I have received here.
Thank you everyone and sorry for not answering to your messages and comments.

I realise I beat my son in Quora upvotes.
“Beta beta hota hai, baap baap hota hai”.


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


I come from a very low middle class family.
I have a beautiful mother, a great father and a very naughty little brother.
.
:).
.
This story is about me.
Sorry for the long answer.
But I promise you it will be worth it at the end.
.
:) Hope it inspires you.
.
:)
My father earned just ₹2500 per month when I was studying in school during nursery to class 4th.
Even with such a meager salary, he wanted his son to get well educated and did as far as he can.
He admitted me in St.
Mary’s school, a local school in my town which was not yet built and was up to class 5th only.
During those days, in my family educating their child in an English medium school was a very great deal.
On top of it, we lived in a rented house consisting of one room in an area which lacked basic amenities.
I still remember how we used to walk a considerable distance to use a common washroom of the entire society.

Seeing my parents doing so much for me, I used to study day and night so that I can make them proud.
My father did everything for me and I never complained of things he couldn’t, neither I asked for it.
I still remember the days where I used to wait to buy a 10 rs notebook for days since there was literally no money left with him and he sweetly used to ask me to wait.
I did well in my school and stood first in every academic year.

By God’s grace, a new committee got formed in school and the school even though it wasn’t affiliated to ICSE, it sought another school so that the students could go and give exams there.
I used to study a lot during those days seeing my family’s pains and conditions.
I did well in ICSE examinations and scored 92%.
My parents were really happy.
.
:)
Now comes the real story where I believed God exists and he really helps those who actually need it.

I wanted to study science but my family’s income was too low to admit me to any school which had a science division.
I applied for scholarships from various places like the sabha of various sects but I miserably failed.
Seeing such conditions, I decided to study commerce.

The story is not yet over.
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:).
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My father is a great fan of a bengali news channel named ABP Annondo.
I was also just watching casually when I saw an advertisement of Adamas Scholarship test where they were funding the entire higher secondary education of meritorious students.

I prepared day and night for the examination and secured a rank of 8th in it.
:D .
.
Trust me, my father had a bit of tears in his eyes when they announced the results 10 days later.
I will never forget that day.
He was very happy.

I got admitted to Adamas H.
S Model School and they paid for everything for my education.
I did well in Higher secondary too and secured 88%(state board) in it.
Now the main problem was I wanted to study engineering from a very good college so I used to study for JEE all by myself in the school itself.
I didn’t focus on JEE Advanced as I didn’t have any guidance.
Gave JEE.
Result: Miserably failed with a rank of 80k+ in JEE Mains and a rank of 9k+ in WBJEE.

Everyone lost hopes on me.
My parents even though they supported me they also lost hope that their son can do engineering from a good place.
I had to take admission in a private college in Kolkata as it was giving me a 100% tuition waiver in my WBJEE rank.
I couldn’t think of dropping looking into my family’s conditions.
To be frank, I didn’t want to be there.
I bought JEE materials of Aakash Institute from College street and studied it in whatever time I had in the library and at home.
I wanted to do good.

Sat again for JEE and WBJEE.
This time secured decent enough ranks.
JEE Mains rank: 20,121 and WBJEE rank: 425
I wanted to study computer science subjects and I got a seat in Department of Information Technology at NIT Durgapur.
I was really very happy.
:)
College days were great.
.
:)…Got really awesome seniors and a bunch of really cool friends.
Did everything along with studies.
Participated in many fests.
Joined the dance club, DC and the coding club, RECursion of my college.
These two are now an integral part of my life.
.
<3.
.
I didn’t use to study much for semesters rather used to do development and coding with my friends.
.
:)
I didn’t get any on-campus internship in my 3rd year.
I was depressed.
My confidence leveled down a lot.
I sacrificed everything, left dancing and all co-curricular activities and studied the entire year doing development and coding.
That was really the most tiresome year of my college life.
I suffered a lot.
LOST MANY FRIENDS.
Had a tiff with my close friends too.
But I endured and moved on and didn’t let it affect my studies.
Went through a breakup in that phase too.
.
:P.
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I used to think of my parents and their present situation when I endured all this.
.
:)
Finally did an academic internship at CNeRG, IIT Kharagpur.
Slogged my ass off during those 2 months by balancing Internship work and placements preparation.
I used to spend more than 12 hours in it.
My parents, my group of 6 friends and a girl ❤️ were my constant support during those days.

Placement season came.
I remember the date: 23rd July 2018.
Microsoft, India visited our campus on the first day.

Cleared the online round, Group fly round and 2 f2f interviews round very smoothly and confidently…:).
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My 3rd round didn’t go as well as I expected.
There were many friends of mine who still had to give their 3rd rounds and I was seeing a very less chance of me getting selected.
I came into my room.
Cried and slept.
Suddenly got a call from my friend Ashutosh that the HR is calling you and asked me to hurry up.
Trust me, I jumped from the bed, put my shoes on and I ran like I never ran before.
:P.
.
The HR called me and my friend Ashutosh and asked us whether we know why we were here.
We said we don’t know :).
Then I got to hear the words which were a dream to me:
“You both are selected”
I was in tears and I don’t know how I started weeping.
I thought all these scenes happen only in movies but trust me I cried.
Only one face came to my mind at that time: My parents.
I wanted them to inform that I did it and I will end all the pains and sufferings which they are enduring.
:)…I called my father.
He was in train.
When I told him the news, he started weeping.
I have never seen or heard my father crying but he cried on that day and asked me to stay happy and said: “Beta, bhagwaan tere jaisa beta sabko de.
Khush kar diye tum humko.
:)”
.
His happiness knew no bounds.
He now also earns very less near about ₹8000 and is in a bad situation but I made him so happy that he smiles every time.
I won’t let him work after this year.
.
:)…My mother never believed it.
She was also really very happy.
.
:).
The sad faces have now turned into happy faces with a broad smile.

I am proud of myself.

“I love you mummy and paapa.
May God give such parents like you all to every child in this world!”

I am very much thankful to my maama too (Anjani Verma) who was there to look after me anytime.
I love you too.
:)

This pic was taken when I went to Dakshineshwar Kali Temple with my paapa on the next day of my selection.
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:):

My sweetest mummy without whom nothing would have happened:
P.
S:
Thanks to everyone for reading it until here.
Hope it inspired you.
If I can do it, you definitely can.
:)
I also followed one motivational quote quite religiously whenever I used to face a turmoil:
Don't stop when it hurts, stop when it's done.

Thank you!.
.
:)


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


All our life we use to search motivation.
Sometimes we get inspired and do what is required to do.
Sometimes we just think it is not possible and just remain in the same state.

Today I am going to tell you a story.
It’s a long story but if you have some time to invest, then have patience because it is going to be worth investing.

Based on a true story:
It’s a story of 80’s when loving someone was strictly prohibited.
The girl was approaching in her sweet sixteen and boy was a ferocious, rebellious by nature and was trying to make his career in medical.
Eventually they met and fall in love.
When the love reached at its peak, she made a decision that was considered as a mistake in that time.
They got married.
Yes, they get married without getting consent of their parents.
Although it was the most important and beautiful decision of her life, but it was a mistake in that world.
Everyone got aroused.
Family, friends, relatives even neighbours joined the chorus and all together they certified her as anti-social, corrupt, characterless, etc.

And suddenly, everything got changed.
Nobody supported her in that decision.
The people including parents became strangers.
Nobody was there to help her.
So, everything is lost, and her struggle started before she completed her matriculation.

Struggles
Graduation degree: Education was a scarce commodity then.
She wanted to study but suddenly she got married.
According to society, she already made her decision and were not allowed to make any other decision.
No support from parents and the new family that embraced her reluctantly.
But she did make her own decision and continued her study.
Although it was not easy to start the school again.
Because everything has been changed.
Teachers, friends everyone use to stay away from her.
People use to pass sarcastic comments.
But against all the odds she passed her matriculation.
She wanted to continue her study, but she got pregnant.
Perhaps God was also against her.
She had to leave her study to take care of his child.
In the span of 5 years she was the mother of 3 children and no scope for further study.
But she has also decided to go against all odds.
She again started her study and finally got her graduate degree.

Financial support: This was the biggest question in her life.
She belonged to lower middle class.
Married to a boy who was still struggling to make his career.
The burden of 3 kids was also there to add in woes.
One day she was in a need of Rs.
10 to feed her kids.
She asked the same from her laws but in returns she got beaten.
She also asked her husband but in return, received harsh words only.

Then, she proposed to let her do a job to his husband.
Which was outrageously rejected because that time if your wife used to work outside, it was a matter of shame for the husbands.
When that proposal got rejected she proposed to start a school in the home.
She only got one admission in her school.
But she continued to teach only one child in her school.
Ultimately, she got favors from God and school got more admission.

Giving best education to her child: After all the struggle, she got the graduate degree.
She wanted to give the best education to her children.
Getting higher studies is matter of lakhs but her school was not sufficing to raise that amount of money.
Although she didn’t have any professional degree, but she has the required acumen to run a small business.
She started making candles and after initial hurdles her business got kicked off.
A lady, who got denial to her basic education, not only got education for herself but also provided professional degrees to all her child.
Today one of her sons is holding an MBA degree from prestigious B school and working with an MNC, one is an Engineer and working with leading bank.
Her third child who is eventually a lovely girl is a great singer and just completed her graduation.

Being Social: She struggled throughout her life for everything since her childhood.
I am saying child because she was a child when she got married.
She didn’t get any help from anyone when she needed the most.
So, she decided to help everyone like her.
She started an NGO which is specifically working for the empowerment of women.

So, this the journey of a woman who started the happiest moment of her life with a disaster and became a shame for her family and society but later completely changed it to become a social entrepreneur and an ideal for the society.
This is a true story and the fantastic women described here is none other than my mother.

I salute her, and dedicate my first answer to her bravery, confidence and courage to change the world.


Doctor told him he was left with very less time.
He didn't rant “Why me?”.
And his last desire was to serve people till his last breath.
A 64 year old man, who died of cancer yesterday, not only inspired me but the whole nation!

Half sleeved untucked shirt, hawai chappals, and a manohar smile(charming), that was all enough to define the personality of Late Mr Manohar Parikar.
When other politicians used to come in Lok Sabha in a pompous manner, Parikar used to step in very quietly like a man next to the door.
Most of the time he used to come in his scooter or simply walk on foot, greeting all the passerbys coming across him.

The iitian turned politician, Parikar was burdened with the responsibilities of both state and his household.
His wife had died of cancer when he was elected as the chief minister of Goa.
He was left with his two sons who were very young at that time, still he looked after them, without letting his personal issues interfering his duities.

Be it sipping tea in the nukkads or queuing up in lines with the common people, he always lived in a way, making people realise he is one of us.
He lived across the party lines, even after being associated with RSS and Bjp, he,very skillfully managed a state with 26% Catholic population.
When appointed as the defence minister, once a reporter asked him if he had the guts to attack terrorists in pok.
Parikar accepted the challenge, and India witnessed the Surgical Strike.

Parikar's chest was all puffed with joy, but this time destiny had a challenge for him.
He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
Parikar knew,he was left with very less time.
But Mr Parikar was unstoppable, the very next day he told his officials that now he will work from hospital.

He had that josh, that willpower of working till his last breath.
It was his endless love and dedication for his state Goa that even in his last days of life, he came forward to present the budget.
With a food pipe fixed in his nose, Parikar sat down calmly, and begin to speak in a trembling voice.
He asked for water, sipped it in with a straw.
Then resumed speaking.
Everytime he was asked a question, he stood up with the help of support and answered.

He was indeed precious and irrepalacable.
But I don't want to conclude with “Rest in peace.

Let's bid farewell to this legend in his style.

The josh is very high sir!
PS: Mr Parikar in his last public meeting had asked, “How is the josh?”.


Yes, I can tell you my story.

I was born in Tbilisi, Georgia, on 6th April 1994.

Before 2011 I had a happy life.
I had my mother and family with me and everything was well.
I was performing well in school, especially at math.
We had lived a normal life for a decade.

It was such a happy time.
My mom and I were happy with our lives.

This is my mom and I in 2010 November.

In 2011 Our country was one of the Republics in CCRK and criminal mentality here is still same as it was 30–40 years ago.

As I mentioned earlier that I was good at school, I was also doing special courses in English for which I had a private tutor for English.

On 2 April of 2011 (I hate this date).
My Mom and I were coming home from the English tuition and we were crossing the street.
I still remember this day and it’s so hard for me to forget it.

We were in the middle of the street and suddenly I saw my mom fly in the air; she dropped in front of my feet, a car had crashed into her.
I was in shocked and was crying, I was shouting and beating everyone who tried to stop me.
I was soiled with my mom’s blood, I was so afraid.

They then took my mom to the hospital, she underwent four surgeries, but mom had haemorrhage in her brain and she went into coma.

I lost everything, no more school, no more teachers.
I was alone; the only people left were my mom's parents, who were so shattered and they didn’t have time for me as they were caring for my mom.

I was absolutely alone, and I was destroyed.
After 3 months they took my mom home, because caring at home was cheaper than at hospital.
It was very hard for me, to see my mom in the bed in a coma, so I decided to move to my father’s parents’ home.

I was alone and I wanted to hide my pain, so I was spent all my days in the streets with my new friends, who were bad guys with criminal mentalities.

After some months I left school, as the only the thing I wanted was criminal authority.

I was hiding my pain by having street fights with the other guys.

My mom was still in a coma.
I was depressed, and I was doing such bad things.

In six months I was different person, and I wasn’t the boy who was raised by my mom.
My mom was religious and kind.

This is me, 6 month after the incident.

I was drinking a lot; I was always in the streets, and I was absolutely an uneducated teenager, who only knew criminal mentality and criminal laws.

This is me one year after the incident.
2012, 26 May.

Soon there passed 3 years, And my mom was still in a coma, but I was trying to find a job, because I was already 19 years old and I’d never had legal income or money in my pockets.
All of my new friends left me so I was again alone.
Nobody had time for me, so I decided to stay at home and read books.
In six months I read seven books, because I wanted an education even though I hadn’t finished school or gone to college.
I was reading the whole day, and so I learnt a lot.
Then I decided to serve at the church.
We Georgians are Orthodox Christians.
I made some right decisions and I left the streets, as I was spending my whole time in the Church with my tutor.

I had always hoped that my mom would come out of her coma, I prayed for this day for three years.

But in 28 June of 2014, my mom passed away.

It was an absolute shock for me, but my mom died three years after the accident.

I can remember how I was standing at my mom’s funeral, and I was crying — a lot.

I can remember how I was going every day to the cemetery, and I was crying.

I lost my mom at 19, the person who was the only one who cared about me, who loved much more than herself.

She was such an amazing and kind person.

My mom 3 month before the car crash incident.

Then there was sleepless nights, and I was thinking what I must do in my life; what I was interested in, because the only thing my mom wanted from me was success, for she had a dream, and she wanted to have a successful son who had a higher education.

And one night I promised myself to do everything I can, to work hard, to learn hard for my mom’s soul.
I promised myself to do everything to make my mom proud.

From childhood, I was good with computers, so I researched the profession and found Software Engineering and Computer Science.
I had done my research and I liked the field, as it was so interesting to me.
So I decided to enter college to learn Computer Science.

It was a fantastic field, and I still remember how I would work the whole night on my exercises; I was reading so much about software engineering, and I was coding the whole night.
It was very hard for me but my math background helped me so much, and I was working and learning whole days, whole nights — whole weeks!
Then came my first successful step, I won first local programming Hackathon at the age of 21 in my city Tbilisi.

These are our smart city model with micro-controllers which I programmed in the C programming language.
During this period I was a beginner, and it was the third month after my first “Hello World” program.

I was working all night, as the field was very hard, challenging and interesting, for programming helped me to redefine my passion for life.

After the first successful steps, I started learning and practising in more depth, I started learning Object Oriented Programming, design skills, design patterns, architecture and some mobile applications.
I created a study group, where I was teaching programming to my college mates who were not as strong as I in programming.

I was still weak in programming till one guy appeared in my life.

He is my best friend, I learned everything from him.
He is the best person I would have ever known.
We are doing everything together !! We also won together Microsoft Imagine cup EU finals.

After 3 years of finding my passion.

After 4 years from the death of my mom
After the 7 year from the car crash and the incident that made my life horrible.

Today I’m 24 years old.

Today I’m part of the team, which is collected with one of the strongest engineers in my country and we are solving very interesting and hard technical problems.

Today in the Evenings I’m a lecturer.

Today I have my own students, and they respect me and love my lectures.

Today I have a girlfriend whom I want to marry.

Today I am happy and strong; today I am educated; today I have legal income, and today I am a person who owns his life.

Today I know that my mom is proud of me.
But everything is in the future, and I will make her prouder.
Because I have to do a lot of things.
I have to learn more in my field, and anyway I am still young and inexperienced, so many good things are still in my future.

So never back down, never give up, and never stop dreaming.

Try to do impossible things, try to think out of the box, and never be satisfied for today's goal is tomorrow.
Be a maximalist and be Futuristic.
Be amazing.

Be a kind person, with kind dreams.

Work hard, real hard work will be valued.

Do what you love, and you will be a successful person, you will achieve crazy things! We only live once!
Thank you for reading my story, written in honor of my mom.

Edit :
Thank you very much, for all your response and feedback guys !! You are really awesome and crazy.
I have never read so many good things about me.
Thank you again !!! I love you ! If anyone wants advice in life or in Software Engineering, I am absolutely with you.
You can follow me on twitter or on facebook.
Thank you very much again ! It’s a great feeling ! I love you.


Thane Chiquinho Scarpa is one of the richest men in Brazil.
After he made a visit to Egypt, he did something unique.
On his return, he announced that inspired by the Egyptian culture, he would Bury down his $450,000 Bentley so that he could enjoy it in the afterlife.

He took a photo beside the Bentley Flying Spur and posted it on his social media with a caption “ I decided to do as the Pharaohs: This week I will bury my favourite car, Bentley, in my home garden.

The social media was quick to respond and thrashed Scarpa for such an orthodox and outdated idea.
They suggested that he could have donated the car to the charity and that he is out of reality.
But, the man was adamant as he posted another picture of him with a shovel and Bentley behind him.
He continued to post his plans throughout the week and people continued to question him whether he is doing all this to cut taxes.

On the day of burial, he invited the media outlets to cover the story of his extravagant deeds.
But, when it was the time to Bury the car he stopped the procession and delivered a speech that what was the real motive behind this whole thing.

People have condemned me for trying to bury a million dollar Bentley.
The fact is, most people bury something a lot more valuable than my car.
People bury hearts, livers, lungs, eyes, and kidneys.
This is absurd.
There are so many people out there waiting for a transplant and you will bury healthy organs that can save so many lives.
This is the biggest waste in the world.
My Bentley is worthless in comparison to life-giving organs.
There is no wealth more valuable than an organ because there is nothing more valuable than life.

I officially announce I am an organ donor this week.
I’m an organ donor, are you? Tell your family.

The billionaire ended up the burying rituals and perhaps delivered a strong message to the nation on organ donation.
He was quick to comment that people were so concerned about the worth of car getting wasted by the burial but we never care about human lives that could be saved with such organ donation.

He also said that people have the right to their body but why do they want to keep their organs even after they die and Bury them with their body when it can be donated for a greater cause.

Source: Article by Brianna Acuesta, Read More: Rich Brazilian Man Planned To Bury His Bentley For A Good Cause


Can you tell me something inspiring?


My son inspires me!
Back in 2017, my son announced that he will not sit for college placements and will pursue his dream of building a startup.

He said he wants to build some Art Startup where he works with artists and gives them a platform to earn and get recognized for their work by creating personalized handmade gifts for his clients.

His mother and I were shocked and did not how to react to such a statement.
We were very concerned and I found myself in a unique situation.

We had our share of negative thoughts which kept us wide awake at multiple nights.

I was very skeptical about the idea and I wondered if he’s doing all this to hide the fact that he did not get a job.

But we let him go anyway.
We waited for him to complete school, then college, there wasn’t any harm in giving him another year.

This picture is from the day he left for Bangalore.

March 2017
Although his mother and I had our doubts about the feasibility of the idea, he proved us wrong by winning a B-Plan competition at IIT-Kanpur, where he was awarded a cash prize of Rs.
1,00,000.

He was also offered an investment by one of the judges on the panel.
I was surprised when he denied the offer stating – “I am not ready to manage external investment, as I need to understand and learn my business better by working on it with whatever the company makes from it’s customers”.

Although I was proud, I was still unsure about the future of the idea.

June 2017
He calls up from Bangalore and informs us about an internship he’s taken up at a startup incubated at IIM-Bangalore, which will pay him enough to sustain himself in the new city.

Though we were relieved, we didn’t understand why would he take up an internship when he already has a company to build.

He said, “It’s not for the money papa.
I want to learn how to do Sales and understand the dynamics of the working of startup by working with one”.

Here’s a team picture of The Climber, the company where he interned.

October 2017
With the little company savings, he decided to set up a stall in Comic Con, Hyderabad where he invested almost all of the company savings expecting great returns on the investment.

He was wrong! He went Bankrupt, lost almost all his savings.
I asked him, what next?
Although he was very broken, he said, “Comic Con was fun, I learned what not to do.
I will start again.

In December 2017, he was invited as a speaker from the college he graduated.

In January 2018, his startup got incubated at IIM-Bangalore after 3 failed attempts.

I didn’t really understand how this would help him, but the tag of IIM was big!
I remember when he first told me about his idea of advertising in cabs, I ridiculed.

In August 2018, he went to the Bangalore airport and advertised his startup in 400 Uber Cabs by spending 48 hours straight with no sleep and minimal food!
Contrary to my prediction, the campaign was a huge success.
Each cab in the following picture has his advertisement inside them!
Recently he cracked a deal with a prominent Mercedes Dealership in Bangalore.
He joked that day “I might not be able to afford a Merc but I sure as hell can crack a deal with them”
I thought my son did not understand basics of business – marketing, sales etc.
Here he is delivering a session on – “Marketing & Sales” at Rotary, Bangalore.

I have seen him vulnerable and broken where he talked about giving up and coming back home, but fighting back each time.

I have seen him go sleepless for nights to ensure work is done on time.

I have seen him learn, unlearn and learn things.

I have seen him work all alone for 2 years on his idea!
I have seen him grow from a boy to a man.

I am proud of you my son and I am happy that I let you pursue your dream.

I may not be able to help you with your business, but I am here with my complete support, for I have seen you happy and that is all I can ever ask for!
I request every parent to let their children pursue their dream, because on that path to make their dream a reality, they discover themselves and do things we can never imagine.

For them, sky is the limit.

I don’t know the future of company even today, but I have full faith in my son Shashank Shekhar.

Edit - I cannot believe my eyes with the response I have received here.
Thank you everyone and sorry for not answering to your messages and comments.

I realise I beat my son in Quora upvotes.
“Beta beta hota hai, baap baap hota hai”.


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


I come from a very low middle class family.
I have a beautiful mother, a great father and a very naughty little brother.
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:).
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This story is about me.
Sorry for the long answer.
But I promise you it will be worth it at the end.
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:) Hope it inspires you.
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:)
My father earned just ₹2500 per month when I was studying in school during nursery to class 4th.
Even with such a meager salary, he wanted his son to get well educated and did as far as he can.
He admitted me in St.
Mary’s school, a local school in my town which was not yet built and was up to class 5th only.
During those days, in my family educating their child in an English medium school was a very great deal.
On top of it, we lived in a rented house consisting of one room in an area which lacked basic amenities.
I still remember how we used to walk a considerable distance to use a common washroom of the entire society.

Seeing my parents doing so much for me, I used to study day and night so that I can make them proud.
My father did everything for me and I never complained of things he couldn’t, neither I asked for it.
I still remember the days where I used to wait to buy a 10 rs notebook for days since there was literally no money left with him and he sweetly used to ask me to wait.
I did well in my school and stood first in every academic year.

By God’s grace, a new committee got formed in school and the school even though it wasn’t affiliated to ICSE, it sought another school so that the students could go and give exams there.
I used to study a lot during those days seeing my family’s pains and conditions.
I did well in ICSE examinations and scored 92%.
My parents were really happy.
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:)
Now comes the real story where I believed God exists and he really helps those who actually need it.

I wanted to study science but my family’s income was too low to admit me to any school which had a science division.
I applied for scholarships from various places like the sabha of various sects but I miserably failed.
Seeing such conditions, I decided to study commerce.

The story is not yet over.
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:).
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My father is a great fan of a bengali news channel named ABP Annondo.
I was also just watching casually when I saw an advertisement of Adamas Scholarship test where they were funding the entire higher secondary education of meritorious students.

I prepared day and night for the examination and secured a rank of 8th in it.
:D .
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Trust me, my father had a bit of tears in his eyes when they announced the results 10 days later.
I will never forget that day.
He was very happy.

I got admitted to Adamas H.
S Model School and they paid for everything for my education.
I did well in Higher secondary too and secured 88%(state board) in it.
Now the main problem was I wanted to study engineering from a very good college so I used to study for JEE all by myself in the school itself.
I didn’t focus on JEE Advanced as I didn’t have any guidance.
Gave JEE.
Result: Miserably failed with a rank of 80k+ in JEE Mains and a rank of 9k+ in WBJEE.

Everyone lost hopes on me.
My parents even though they supported me they also lost hope that their son can do engineering from a good place.
I had to take admission in a private college in Kolkata as it was giving me a 100% tuition waiver in my WBJEE rank.
I couldn’t think of dropping looking into my family’s conditions.
To be frank, I didn’t want to be there.
I bought JEE materials of Aakash Institute from College street and studied it in whatever time I had in the library and at home.
I wanted to do good.

Sat again for JEE and WBJEE.
This time secured decent enough ranks.
JEE Mains rank: 20,121 and WBJEE rank: 425
I wanted to study computer science subjects and I got a seat in Department of Information Technology at NIT Durgapur.
I was really very happy.
:)
College days were great.
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:)…Got really awesome seniors and a bunch of really cool friends.
Did everything along with studies.
Participated in many fests.
Joined the dance club, DC and the coding club, RECursion of my college.
These two are now an integral part of my life.
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<3.
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I didn’t use to study much for semesters rather used to do development and coding with my friends.
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:)
I didn’t get any on-campus internship in my 3rd year.
I was depressed.
My confidence leveled down a lot.
I sacrificed everything, left dancing and all co-curricular activities and studied the entire year doing development and coding.
That was really the most tiresome year of my college life.
I suffered a lot.
LOST MANY FRIENDS.
Had a tiff with my close friends too.
But I endured and moved on and didn’t let it affect my studies.
Went through a breakup in that phase too.
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:P.
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I used to think of my parents and their present situation when I endured all this.
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:)
Finally did an academic internship at CNeRG, IIT Kharagpur.
Slogged my ass off during those 2 months by balancing Internship work and placements preparation.
I used to spend more than 12 hours in it.
My parents, my group of 6 friends and a girl ❤️ were my constant support during those days.

Placement season came.
I remember the date: 23rd July 2018.
Microsoft, India visited our campus on the first day.

Cleared the online round, Group fly round and 2 f2f interviews round very smoothly and confidently…:).
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My 3rd round didn’t go as well as I expected.
There were many friends of mine who still had to give their 3rd rounds and I was seeing a very less chance of me getting selected.
I came into my room.
Cried and slept.
Suddenly got a call from my friend Ashutosh that the HR is calling you and asked me to hurry up.
Trust me, I jumped from the bed, put my shoes on and I ran like I never ran before.
:P.
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The HR called me and my friend Ashutosh and asked us whether we know why we were here.
We said we don’t know :).
Then I got to hear the words which were a dream to me:
“You both are selected”
I was in tears and I don’t know how I started weeping.
I thought all these scenes happen only in movies but trust me I cried.
Only one face came to my mind at that time: My parents.
I wanted them to inform that I did it and I will end all the pains and sufferings which they are enduring.
:)…I called my father.
He was in train.
When I told him the news, he started weeping.
I have never seen or heard my father crying but he cried on that day and asked me to stay happy and said: “Beta, bhagwaan tere jaisa beta sabko de.
Khush kar diye tum humko.
:)”
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His happiness knew no bounds.
He now also earns very less near about ₹8000 and is in a bad situation but I made him so happy that he smiles every time.
I won’t let him work after this year.
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:)…My mother never believed it.
She was also really very happy.
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:).
The sad faces have now turned into happy faces with a broad smile.

I am proud of myself.

“I love you mummy and paapa.
May God give such parents like you all to every child in this world!”

I am very much thankful to my maama too (Anjani Verma) who was there to look after me anytime.
I love you too.
:)

This pic was taken when I went to Dakshineshwar Kali Temple with my paapa on the next day of my selection.
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:):

My sweetest mummy without whom nothing would have happened:
P.
S:
Thanks to everyone for reading it until here.
Hope it inspired you.
If I can do it, you definitely can.
:)
I also followed one motivational quote quite religiously whenever I used to face a turmoil:
Don't stop when it hurts, stop when it's done.

Thank you!.
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:)


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


All our life we use to search motivation.
Sometimes we get inspired and do what is required to do.
Sometimes we just think it is not possible and just remain in the same state.

Today I am going to tell you a story.
It’s a long story but if you have some time to invest, then have patience because it is going to be worth investing.

Based on a true story:
It’s a story of 80’s when loving someone was strictly prohibited.
The girl was approaching in her sweet sixteen and boy was a ferocious, rebellious by nature and was trying to make his career in medical.
Eventually they met and fall in love.
When the love reached at its peak, she made a decision that was considered as a mistake in that time.
They got married.
Yes, they get married without getting consent of their parents.
Although it was the most important and beautiful decision of her life, but it was a mistake in that world.
Everyone got aroused.
Family, friends, relatives even neighbours joined the chorus and all together they certified her as anti-social, corrupt, characterless, etc.

And suddenly, everything got changed.
Nobody supported her in that decision.
The people including parents became strangers.
Nobody was there to help her.
So, everything is lost, and her struggle started before she completed her matriculation.

Struggles
Graduation degree: Education was a scarce commodity then.
She wanted to study but suddenly she got married.
According to society, she already made her decision and were not allowed to make any other decision.
No support from parents and the new family that embraced her reluctantly.
But she did make her own decision and continued her study.
Although it was not easy to start the school again.
Because everything has been changed.
Teachers, friends everyone use to stay away from her.
People use to pass sarcastic comments.
But against all the odds she passed her matriculation.
She wanted to continue her study, but she got pregnant.
Perhaps God was also against her.
She had to leave her study to take care of his child.
In the span of 5 years she was the mother of 3 children and no scope for further study.
But she has also decided to go against all odds.
She again started her study and finally got her graduate degree.

Financial support: This was the biggest question in her life.
She belonged to lower middle class.
Married to a boy who was still struggling to make his career.
The burden of 3 kids was also there to add in woes.
One day she was in a need of Rs.
10 to feed her kids.
She asked the same from her laws but in returns she got beaten.
She also asked her husband but in return, received harsh words only.

Then, she proposed to let her do a job to his husband.
Which was outrageously rejected because that time if your wife used to work outside, it was a matter of shame for the husbands.
When that proposal got rejected she proposed to start a school in the home.
She only got one admission in her school.
But she continued to teach only one child in her school.
Ultimately, she got favors from God and school got more admission.

Giving best education to her child: After all the struggle, she got the graduate degree.
She wanted to give the best education to her children.
Getting higher studies is matter of lakhs but her school was not sufficing to raise that amount of money.
Although she didn’t have any professional degree, but she has the required acumen to run a small business.
She started making candles and after initial hurdles her business got kicked off.
A lady, who got denial to her basic education, not only got education for herself but also provided professional degrees to all her child.
Today one of her sons is holding an MBA degree from prestigious B school and working with an MNC, one is an Engineer and working with leading bank.
Her third child who is eventually a lovely girl is a great singer and just completed her graduation.

Being Social: She struggled throughout her life for everything since her childhood.
I am saying child because she was a child when she got married.
She didn’t get any help from anyone when she needed the most.
So, she decided to help everyone like her.
She started an NGO which is specifically working for the empowerment of women.

So, this the journey of a woman who started the happiest moment of her life with a disaster and became a shame for her family and society but later completely changed it to become a social entrepreneur and an ideal for the society.
This is a true story and the fantastic women described here is none other than my mother.

I salute her, and dedicate my first answer to her bravery, confidence and courage to change the world.


Doctor told him he was left with very less time.
He didn't rant “Why me?”.
And his last desire was to serve people till his last breath.
A 64 year old man, who died of cancer yesterday, not only inspired me but the whole nation!

Half sleeved untucked shirt, hawai chappals, and a manohar smile(charming), that was all enough to define the personality of Late Mr Manohar Parikar.
When other politicians used to come in Lok Sabha in a pompous manner, Parikar used to step in very quietly like a man next to the door.
Most of the time he used to come in his scooter or simply walk on foot, greeting all the passerbys coming across him.

The iitian turned politician, Parikar was burdened with the responsibilities of both state and his household.
His wife had died of cancer when he was elected as the chief minister of Goa.
He was left with his two sons who were very young at that time, still he looked after them, without letting his personal issues interfering his duities.

Be it sipping tea in the nukkads or queuing up in lines with the common people, he always lived in a way, making people realise he is one of us.
He lived across the party lines, even after being associated with RSS and Bjp, he,very skillfully managed a state with 26% Catholic population.
When appointed as the defence minister, once a reporter asked him if he had the guts to attack terrorists in pok.
Parikar accepted the challenge, and India witnessed the Surgical Strike.

Parikar's chest was all puffed with joy, but this time destiny had a challenge for him.
He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
Parikar knew,he was left with very less time.
But Mr Parikar was unstoppable, the very next day he told his officials that now he will work from hospital.

He had that josh, that willpower of working till his last breath.
It was his endless love and dedication for his state Goa that even in his last days of life, he came forward to present the budget.
With a food pipe fixed in his nose, Parikar sat down calmly, and begin to speak in a trembling voice.
He asked for water, sipped it in with a straw.
Then resumed speaking.
Everytime he was asked a question, he stood up with the help of support and answered.

He was indeed precious and irrepalacable.
But I don't want to conclude with “Rest in peace.

Let's bid farewell to this legend in his style.

The josh is very high sir!
PS: Mr Parikar in his last public meeting had asked, “How is the josh?”.


Yes, I can tell you my story.

I was born in Tbilisi, Georgia, on 6th April 1994.

Before 2011 I had a happy life.
I had my mother and family with me and everything was well.
I was performing well in school, especially at math.
We had lived a normal life for a decade.

It was such a happy time.
My mom and I were happy with our lives.

This is my mom and I in 2010 November.

In 2011 Our country was one of the Republics in CCRK and criminal mentality here is still same as it was 30–40 years ago.

As I mentioned earlier that I was good at school, I was also doing special courses in English for which I had a private tutor for English.

On 2 April of 2011 (I hate this date).
My Mom and I were coming home from the English tuition and we were crossing the street.
I still remember this day and it’s so hard for me to forget it.

We were in the middle of the street and suddenly I saw my mom fly in the air; she dropped in front of my feet, a car had crashed into her.
I was in shocked and was crying, I was shouting and beating everyone who tried to stop me.
I was soiled with my mom’s blood, I was so afraid.

They then took my mom to the hospital, she underwent four surgeries, but mom had haemorrhage in her brain and she went into coma.

I lost everything, no more school, no more teachers.
I was alone; the only people left were my mom's parents, who were so shattered and they didn’t have time for me as they were caring for my mom.

I was absolutely alone, and I was destroyed.
After 3 months they took my mom home, because caring at home was cheaper than at hospital.
It was very hard for me, to see my mom in the bed in a coma, so I decided to move to my father’s parents’ home.

I was alone and I wanted to hide my pain, so I was spent all my days in the streets with my new friends, who were bad guys with criminal mentalities.

After some months I left school, as the only the thing I wanted was criminal authority.

I was hiding my pain by having street fights with the other guys.

My mom was still in a coma.
I was depressed, and I was doing such bad things.

In six months I was different person, and I wasn’t the boy who was raised by my mom.
My mom was religious and kind.

This is me, 6 month after the incident.

I was drinking a lot; I was always in the streets, and I was absolutely an uneducated teenager, who only knew criminal mentality and criminal laws.

This is me one year after the incident.
2012, 26 May.

Soon there passed 3 years, And my mom was still in a coma, but I was trying to find a job, because I was already 19 years old and I’d never had legal income or money in my pockets.
All of my new friends left me so I was again alone.
Nobody had time for me, so I decided to stay at home and read books.
In six months I read seven books, because I wanted an education even though I hadn’t finished school or gone to college.
I was reading the whole day, and so I learnt a lot.
Then I decided to serve at the church.
We Georgians are Orthodox Christians.
I made some right decisions and I left the streets, as I was spending my whole time in the Church with my tutor.

I had always hoped that my mom would come out of her coma, I prayed for this day for three years.

But in 28 June of 2014, my mom passed away.

It was an absolute shock for me, but my mom died three years after the accident.

I can remember how I was standing at my mom’s funeral, and I was crying — a lot.

I can remember how I was going every day to the cemetery, and I was crying.

I lost my mom at 19, the person who was the only one who cared about me, who loved much more than herself.

She was such an amazing and kind person.

My mom 3 month before the car crash incident.

Then there was sleepless nights, and I was thinking what I must do in my life; what I was interested in, because the only thing my mom wanted from me was success, for she had a dream, and she wanted to have a successful son who had a higher education.

And one night I promised myself to do everything I can, to work hard, to learn hard for my mom’s soul.
I promised myself to do everything to make my mom proud.

From childhood, I was good with computers, so I researched the profession and found Software Engineering and Computer Science.
I had done my research and I liked the field, as it was so interesting to me.
So I decided to enter college to learn Computer Science.

It was a fantastic field, and I still remember how I would work the whole night on my exercises; I was reading so much about software engineering, and I was coding the whole night.
It was very hard for me but my math background helped me so much, and I was working and learning whole days, whole nights — whole weeks!
Then came my first successful step, I won first local programming Hackathon at the age of 21 in my city Tbilisi.

These are our smart city model with micro-controllers which I programmed in the C programming language.
During this period I was a beginner, and it was the third month after my first “Hello World” program.

I was working all night, as the field was very hard, challenging and interesting, for programming helped me to redefine my passion for life.

After the first successful steps, I started learning and practising in more depth, I started learning Object Oriented Programming, design skills, design patterns, architecture and some mobile applications.
I created a study group, where I was teaching programming to my college mates who were not as strong as I in programming.

I was still weak in programming till one guy appeared in my life.

He is my best friend, I learned everything from him.
He is the best person I would have ever known.
We are doing everything together !! We also won together Microsoft Imagine cup EU finals.

After 3 years of finding my passion.

After 4 years from the death of my mom
After the 7 year from the car crash and the incident that made my life horrible.

Today I’m 24 years old.

Today I’m part of the team, which is collected with one of the strongest engineers in my country and we are solving very interesting and hard technical problems.

Today in the Evenings I’m a lecturer.

Today I have my own students, and they respect me and love my lectures.

Today I have a girlfriend whom I want to marry.

Today I am happy and strong; today I am educated; today I have legal income, and today I am a person who owns his life.

Today I know that my mom is proud of me.
But everything is in the future, and I will make her prouder.
Because I have to do a lot of things.
I have to learn more in my field, and anyway I am still young and inexperienced, so many good things are still in my future.

So never back down, never give up, and never stop dreaming.

Try to do impossible things, try to think out of the box, and never be satisfied for today's goal is tomorrow.
Be a maximalist and be Futuristic.
Be amazing.

Be a kind person, with kind dreams.

Work hard, real hard work will be valued.

Do what you love, and you will be a successful person, you will achieve crazy things! We only live once!
Thank you for reading my story, written in honor of my mom.

Edit :
Thank you very much, for all your response and feedback guys !! You are really awesome and crazy.
I have never read so many good things about me.
Thank you again !!! I love you ! If anyone wants advice in life or in Software Engineering, I am absolutely with you.
You can follow me on twitter or on facebook.
Thank you very much again ! It’s a great feeling ! I love you.


Thane Chiquinho Scarpa is one of the richest men in Brazil.
After he made a visit to Egypt, he did something unique.
On his return, he announced that inspired by the Egyptian culture, he would Bury down his $450,000 Bentley so that he could enjoy it in the afterlife.

He took a photo beside the Bentley Flying Spur and posted it on his social media with a caption “ I decided to do as the Pharaohs: This week I will bury my favourite car, Bentley, in my home garden.

The social media was quick to respond and thrashed Scarpa for such an orthodox and outdated idea.
They suggested that he could have donated the car to the charity and that he is out of reality.
But, the man was adamant as he posted another picture of him with a shovel and Bentley behind him.
He continued to post his plans throughout the week and people continued to question him whether he is doing all this to cut taxes.

On the day of burial, he invited the media outlets to cover the story of his extravagant deeds.
But, when it was the time to Bury the car he stopped the procession and delivered a speech that what was the real motive behind this whole thing.

People have condemned me for trying to bury a million dollar Bentley.
The fact is, most people bury something a lot more valuable than my car.
People bury hearts, livers, lungs, eyes, and kidneys.
This is absurd.
There are so many people out there waiting for a transplant and you will bury healthy organs that can save so many lives.
This is the biggest waste in the world.
My Bentley is worthless in comparison to life-giving organs.
There is no wealth more valuable than an organ because there is nothing more valuable than life.

I officially announce I am an organ donor this week.
I’m an organ donor, are you? Tell your family.

The billionaire ended up the burying rituals and perhaps delivered a strong message to the nation on organ donation.
He was quick to comment that people were so concerned about the worth of car getting wasted by the burial but we never care about human lives that could be saved with such organ donation.

He also said that people have the right to their body but why do they want to keep their organs even after they die and Bury them with their body when it can be donated for a greater cause.

Source: Article by Brianna Acuesta, Read More: Rich Brazilian Man Planned To Bury His Bentley For A Good Cause


This is an unheard story that I am sharing with the world which is an inspiring story of a courageous woman.

Samitha Samanmali was a intelligent and hard-working student ever since she was a little girl.
She lost her father when she was only ten years old, her determined mother brought her and her elder sister up alone.
Amidst all financial difficulties Samitha’s mother tried to provide everything from material things and love and affection to Samith and her sister.

Samitha was a bright student she did biological sciences.
In Sri Lanka where Samitha lived in order to study medicine in the public university you have to sit a very competitive exam where you have to come among the top three hundred in the island to get chosen to study medicine at college.
Samitha admist all the financial diffuculties sat for this Advanced Level exam but she could not manage to get enough marks to study medicine she got enough marks to do a B.
S .
However Samitha who wasn’t satisfied with this because she always had the dream of becoming a good doctor and do a service to the society where injustice prevails.
This Advanced Level examination in her country is given for students to do in three attempts.
Samitha retook this exam in her next year.
Again she failed she couldn’t yet go for medicine.
After loads of hard-work and tears of sweat in her final attempt she managed to become the 52nd in the island and went to the university of Colombo to study medicine ( The best university in Sri Lanka).

Samitha was a good student her friends loved her due to her optimistic approach to everything in life.
Then in 2008 her university organized a medical exhibition and the medical students were given the authority over it to organize.
Samitha and her friends went to the BMICH in order to arrange everything for the medical exhibition.
It was kind of a rehearsal in BMICH before the exhibition where Samitha and the other medical students arranged everything.

All of a sudden it started to rain very heavily that Samitha had to go in for shelter so Samitha decided to go into a tent which was huge.
Suddenely due to the heavy rain a huge metal bar fell.
Samitha’s other friends had ran away while another person and Samitha remained in the tent.
The metal bar went right through Samitha’s head and then through the body until her spinal cord.
This caused severe damage to her spinal cord and left her paralyzed she lost control of her own body.

( Samitha when she was going through extensive surgeries at the hospital.
)
( The iron rod going through Samitha’s head looks like this.
)
Imagine the mental trauma she must have gone through .
Imagine the state of her mother raising up her child through so many difficulties and something like this happens to her.
Just put yourself in their shoes and think.
Yet Samitha didn't give up on life.
She strived everyday to make her life better .
The operation costed an huge expense her university friends were very supportive they organized concerts and raised money for Samitha.
Our country known to have very helpful people, everyone helped her in the way they could emotionally and physically.
As Samitha says ,
I think every person in my country helped me in some way they could.

Now Samitha is fully recovered even though she maybe in a wheel-chair she remains the same cheerful Samitha.
She managed to achieve her MBBS along with her batch after facing all trials and difficulties.
After all the medical treatment and the challenges in life she did not give up she even went to the level of doing her P.
H.
D and practicing as a doctor.
She is currently doing research on people with disabilities and discovering new equipment for people with disabilities so that they can drive a car normally as others.
She is also a motivational speaker.

Look at this woman’s courage she had to go through trials ever since childhood.
She never questioned life or gave up on life, she understood that life is a long hard journey not a destination.
She accomplished that hard journey and set the whole world an example and gave inspiration to others.

( Samitha in 2018)
Thanks for Reading!
Hope this Helps.


I have been watching and following this well-known personality on YouTube since last few years, and he is also quite popular on Quora.
Now recently somehow, I came across a few 'bits and pieces' of information about him that many have no idea of.

And this really motivated me to write this answer, because if I am not able to share this with every possible human being on this planet, then I will always have a burden over my head.
:(
So, let me help myself by sharing this with you.
To start with, just go by this list of accolades and accomplishments, and then guess whom I am talking about:
Okay, that's a lot of information!
Any guesses whom I am talking about and what he is doing right now?
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It's Acharya Prashant (आचार्य प्रशान्त)
As of now, he engages himself in free-flowing talks on Life and Spirituality, and is a source of Peace and Clarity to thousands of individuals (if not millions) all across the globe.
When I went through PrashantAdvait Foundation's website (advait.
org.
in
), it aptly described the mission as: "Creation of New Humanity through Intelligent Spirituality".

When one goes through his YouTube Channels or read his Books, or get a blessed opportunity to be in his presence, they usually don't have any idea of the amazing and overwhelming journey of his life.

The list of achievements and accomplishments he has is something that most of the us can just dream about, and yet, after doing all of it, he has been working towards his mission silently and incessantly.

Not only he is traveling to different parts of the country every month to come in contact with more and more seekers, but his presence on the Internet has revolutionized the way we interact with the world.

It's not just about entertainment, it's not just about posting your cheesy pics from the last vacation, but much more than that, helping people to ease off, open up and really understand the substance of their lives better.

You just name it, and he is there!
I feel really fortunate to be living in this age and time.
After watching his YouTube videos, now, Krishna is no more a distant God.
Nanak is not just an ideal.
Kabir is alive again.
Prophet's words now have an even more refined and sublime meaning.
Jesus's words sound more like the roar of a lion!
And Krishnamurti, Osho, Maharshi, Nisargadatta all look so near and familiar.

If all of this looks too extravagant and sugary to read.

Then help yourself:
Quora: Acharya Prashant (आचार्य प्रशान्त)
YouTube: youtube.
com/AcharyaPrashant
| youtube.
com/ShriPrashant

Thank me later! :)
And yes, do come back to upvote this answer because more and more people need to know about him.

*Original answer: Raghav Aggiwal's answer to Who are the most crazy/awesome IITians ever?


Here are some successful people who faced huge failures early in life, but didn’t stop trying.

1.
Steve Jobs
-The man responsible for the iphone, the ipod, and the ipad, was given away by his biological parents for adoption because they couldn’t afford to bring him up.
Later, Jobs was unceremoniously ousted from Apple, the company he co-founded.
Today, he is known as the father of the digital revolution.

During his higher education in Reed college , he had to live in his friends room on sofa … as his parents couldn't afford expensive cost of college.
.

2.
Walt Disney -Walt Disney, the creator of Mickey Mouse, was accused of lack of creativity in the beginning of his career.
Not letting himself get bogged down by an early rejection, he went on to give the world characters like Donald Duck and Goofy.

This legend was turned down 302 times before he got financing for Disneyland.
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He was fired from a news paper company because of lack of imagination.
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3.
Abraham Lincoln -Abraham Lincoln, the sixteenth president of the United States, is regarded as one of the greatest presidents in the history of the US.
And yet his start was not exactly smooth.
A humiliating demotion in the army (he went to war as a captain but returned as a private which is the lowest rank in the army), a series of failed businesses, and repeated defeat at elections could have broken the toughest of men.
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He defeated elections 8 times before his first wining.
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4.
Michael Jordan -Often regarded as the greatest basketball player of all time, Michael Jordan struggled his way to success.
According to Forbes, he was the first athlete to become a billionaire.
.

After being rejected from high school basketball team he went to home and locked himself in a room and cried.
.

I have missed more than 9000 shots in my career .
I have lost almost 300 games .
26 times I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed .
I've failed over and over and over again in my life and that is the way I succeed….
.
” —MICHAEL JORDAN

5.
JK Rowling -The creator of the bewitching world of Harry Potter lived a far from comfortable life before her books became a rage across the world.
Struggling as a single mother raising her child in absolute poverty, Rowling was living on government welfare when she wrote her first Harry Potter book.
Today, she is one of the richest women in the UK…
She survived on government welfares.
.
she was rejected
12 times by publishers stating that her story was crap.
.

6.
ALBERT EINSTEIN -The genius of a scientist most famous for his theory of relativity was mistaken to be retarded by his parents when he was a child.
His grades in school were consistently poor and he couldn’t even read till the age of seven.
No one could have predicted the child would go on to win the Nobel prize in physics.
.

He couldn't speak English till 4 .
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and was fired from school…

7.
Steven Spielberg -There is no questioning the talent of the brilliant director Steven Spielberg who directed blockbusters like ‘ET’ and ‘Jurassic Park’.
But not everybody believed in him from the start.
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He was rejected from a prestigious firm school three times .
The same Scholl now has a building named after him.
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8.
Oprah Winfrey -The host of the most successful talk show in the world had a tough childhood.
Who knew she would grow up to become one of the most influential women in the world and North America’s first black billionaire.
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She was raped at 9 , pregnant at 14 ,fired from a news TV for being unfit for TV…
9.
Henry Ford -The man who is believed to have revolutionized industrial production in the 20th century suffered many a loss in business.
Failed businesses and bankruptcy didn’t discourage him from trying to build one of the most successful car companies in the world.

First two companies failed .
went bankrupt five times.
.

10.
AMITABH BACHCHAN -
The Bollywood star needs no introduction.
He is one of the most iconic actors alive today.
And yet, luck didn’t shine on him too soon in Bollywood.
He had his share of failures before he finally turned around his fate…
He were rejected by all India radio for his voice .
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got first 12 films flop…
“Now KBC pays him ₹5 crore for his voice …
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Did u watch this year’s IPL final? Then you must know this man and his contribution in that match.

So do you remember What was Watson’s score after the completion of first 3 overs? The answer is 0.
Yes and at that time he have played around some 10 balls.
Think of the pressure going over his head during that time .
A class international batsman batting during the powerplay (where only 2 fielders are allowed outer the 30 yard circle) whose only job is to put as many runs possible on the board and this guy was playing at 0 after facing 10 dot balls.

So this was the worst case that was possible for the CSK ‘s innings .
So at that situation he got two ways infront of him-
So he went for the second choice stayed there calmly started slowly and when the time came, he even scored 27 off a single over and put the first ever century while chasing in the history of IPL finals.

So what was inspiring in this?
His innings can be related to our life and consider yourself in his position.
So in life too you may face situation where things won’t go in favour of yours, people may even criticize you at that time for your bad time .
But the most important thing is how you react to those situations ? Most of the people give up at that point , those who come out of those situations without giving up are the ones who succeed.
So wait for the perfect time and then go for your best move.
Never Give up.
As someone said “ It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.

Image Sources- IPL 2018 Final, CSK vs SRH: Shane Watson fires Chennai Super Kings to third title


She is Renee Kujur, A model from Chhatisgarh who recently gained a lot of popularity for her striking resemblance with the R&B rockstar Rihanna.
She was only doing okay in the modeling industry until everyone started noticing her similar looks to Rihanna.
After which, she started getting many projects, got hired by leading designers and shot a campaign with Hindustan Times.

As you can see, she has a dark skin and unconventional looks which is mainly not considered ‘very pretty’ by the India’s fair-skin obsessed society.
She belongs to a tribe in Chhatisgarh and comes from a humble background but that did not stop her from dreaming about becoming a supermodel.

Here are a few challenges she had to face before making a mark for her in the modeling industry
1) At the age of 3, she dressed up as a fairy in a fancy dress competition in her school.
As she walked on stage, one of the kids shouted from the audience, “Dekho dekho Kaali pari” (Look, A black Fairy) which really humiliated her and she left the stage in tears.

2) She was living in Delhi in a small apartment with her family when she decided to become a model.
She took up multiple small jobs to save money for her photoshoot.

3) She struggled to get noticed in the competitive modeling industry because of her dark skin and unconventional looks.
A number of fashion houses didn’t hire her because they were looking for ‘fairer’ models.

4) She entered into the modeling industry in her late 20s, which is generally considered as ‘late’ as number of aspiring models start at an age as early as 16 year old.

Her life has changed overnight after her picture alongside Rihanna’s picture went viral.
Here’s how-
Renee has truly broken all stereotypes and proven that ‘Dark is Beautiful’ indeed.

What we can learn from her story?
All images from Renee Kujur’s Instagram: badgalrene
Sunakshi Sinha


Hello all,
Daily we read/listen to something very inspiring but we don’t actually apply in our lifestyle.
It's really not that easy.
You have to feel the inspiration within yourself that Yes! You want to apply this and change your life.

So, here I am going to share you what I read today.
It’s a famous quote by St.
Francis of Assisi.

"Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
"
We all have faced the problem of having incapable of doing something.
But that is not actually the truth.
We are somewhere lazy, and we don’t accept that and convince our mind that we are not able to do that work due to some reason.
But in reality, if we make out our mind that we have to do that thing that is extremely necessary, we can easily find a way to complete that task.

It all in our mind.

The necessary things can be like taking care of your health, any important task at home or our workplace.

Many of don’t get time for exercising, that is not because we are not getting but actually we are quite lazy in making the time available for work out.

The same thing happens when you are doing any household or official work.
If you have made your mind that today you will not be able to complete that task, I bet you will not complete it by any other day.

But, if you convince your mind that the task is very important, and you have to complete it anyhow by the end of the day, I promise, you will complete it by the day end.

So always do the thing first that is necessary and then the one which is possible.

Thanks for reading…
HAVE A GOOD DAY!


Can you tell me something inspiring?


My son inspires me!
Back in 2017, my son announced that he will not sit for college placements and will pursue his dream of building a startup.

He said he wants to build some Art Startup where he works with artists and gives them a platform to earn and get recognized for their work by creating personalized handmade gifts for his clients.

His mother and I were shocked and did not how to react to such a statement.
We were very concerned and I found myself in a unique situation.

We had our share of negative thoughts which kept us wide awake at multiple nights.

I was very skeptical about the idea and I wondered if he’s doing all this to hide the fact that he did not get a job.

But we let him go anyway.
We waited for him to complete school, then college, there wasn’t any harm in giving him another year.

This picture is from the day he left for Bangalore.

March 2017
Although his mother and I had our doubts about the feasibility of the idea, he proved us wrong by winning a B-Plan competition at IIT-Kanpur, where he was awarded a cash prize of Rs.
1,00,000.

He was also offered an investment by one of the judges on the panel.
I was surprised when he denied the offer stating – “I am not ready to manage external investment, as I need to understand and learn my business better by working on it with whatever the company makes from it’s customers”.

Although I was proud, I was still unsure about the future of the idea.

June 2017
He calls up from Bangalore and informs us about an internship he’s taken up at a startup incubated at IIM-Bangalore, which will pay him enough to sustain himself in the new city.

Though we were relieved, we didn’t understand why would he take up an internship when he already has a company to build.

He said, “It’s not for the money papa.
I want to learn how to do Sales and understand the dynamics of the working of startup by working with one”.

Here’s a team picture of The Climber, the company where he interned.

October 2017
With the little company savings, he decided to set up a stall in Comic Con, Hyderabad where he invested almost all of the company savings expecting great returns on the investment.

He was wrong! He went Bankrupt, lost almost all his savings.
I asked him, what next?
Although he was very broken, he said, “Comic Con was fun, I learned what not to do.
I will start again.

In December 2017, he was invited as a speaker from the college he graduated.

In January 2018, his startup got incubated at IIM-Bangalore after 3 failed attempts.

I didn’t really understand how this would help him, but the tag of IIM was big!
I remember when he first told me about his idea of advertising in cabs, I ridiculed.

In August 2018, he went to the Bangalore airport and advertised his startup in 400 Uber Cabs by spending 48 hours straight with no sleep and minimal food!
Contrary to my prediction, the campaign was a huge success.
Each cab in the following picture has his advertisement inside them!
Recently he cracked a deal with a prominent Mercedes Dealership in Bangalore.
He joked that day “I might not be able to afford a Merc but I sure as hell can crack a deal with them”
I thought my son did not understand basics of business – marketing, sales etc.
Here he is delivering a session on – “Marketing & Sales” at Rotary, Bangalore.

I have seen him vulnerable and broken where he talked about giving up and coming back home, but fighting back each time.

I have seen him go sleepless for nights to ensure work is done on time.

I have seen him learn, unlearn and learn things.

I have seen him work all alone for 2 years on his idea!
I have seen him grow from a boy to a man.

I am proud of you my son and I am happy that I let you pursue your dream.

I may not be able to help you with your business, but I am here with my complete support, for I have seen you happy and that is all I can ever ask for!
I request every parent to let their children pursue their dream, because on that path to make their dream a reality, they discover themselves and do things we can never imagine.

For them, sky is the limit.

I don’t know the future of company even today, but I have full faith in my son Shashank Shekhar.

Edit - I cannot believe my eyes with the response I have received here.
Thank you everyone and sorry for not answering to your messages and comments.

I realise I beat my son in Quora upvotes.
“Beta beta hota hai, baap baap hota hai”.


Sure.

My name is Mayank Gupta and I am a Corporate Trainer and Coach.
I work with many MNCs, schools and colleges.
I am also a motivational speaker and have motivated and trained thousands of professionals and students.

Here are some of the pics of my training sessions.

I have worked with corporate giants like
I have also worked with more than 65 colleges including colleges like IITM, LPU, GNA University, Orient University etc.
In past few years I have also worked with many industrialists, politicians, builders and few celebrities who’s names I can’t reveal.

I am also loved and admired by my students and trainees.
Here are some of the feedback that I get.

I have also been featured in newspapers.

Today, I get invitations from PAN India to come and speak at their companies and colleges.
Now, I am happy with my career and ambitious about my future.

But it was not like this few years ago.

Let me take you back to 2007.
I was a weak student who had been kicked out of several schools before and scored barely passing marks in 10th.
I had no idea about what to do with myself and my life.
I was a misfit in the education system and hence never felt accepted or appreciated in my entire life.
I belonged from a family of highly educated people for whom academics was the only parameter to judge the worth of an individual.
Unfortunately, by the time I was in 10th I was already labelled as a life time failure who was a shame and disgrace to the family.

After barely passing my 10th, here I was having no idea about what to do with my life.
I met a friend who told me that if I could learn computers maybe I will get a decent job.
I thought studying was no good for me so I took admission in a dummy school and started learning computers.
I tried very hard but I couldn’t get good at computers even after three months of learning it.
Then someone told me to learn English! He told if I could learn to speak fluent English I will get a good job somewhere.
So I joined a spoken English class and even after working hard, cramming everything they taught and being good at speaking, I couldn’t be fluent at English.
I was heart broken and disappointed by myself.

One day I had gone to see a movie at PVR and while standing in queue I saw a mother talking to her 2–3 years old daughter in English.
She asked, ‘beta, would you like to have Coke?’.
To which she replied, ‘NO mamma, I want to have Pepsi’.

I was delighted to see such a cute child but suddenly it clicked to me, WAIT! How did she speak English? Who taught her? Did she also do a spoken English course? NO! She spoke in English because she got that in her atmosphere.
Her mother speaks with her in English, maybe her father speaks with her in English and maybe her father speaks with her mother in front of her in English and maybe everyone around her speaks in English only and that’s how she was fluent in English effortlessly.
I saw myself, everyone around me spoke in Hindi and I was fluent in Hindi naturally.

Then I looked back and realised why I was not been able to speak English fluently.
Because no one around me spoke in English.
I was in a spoken English class for one hour and in Hindi speaking atmosphere for 23 hours.
I also realised the reason I couldn’t operate computers because there was no computer at my place.
That day I got the first lesson of my life.
If I want to change myself I will have to change my atmosphere.
I had learned my lesson.
Now I was thinking to change my atmosphere, but what could I do! I realised I should work somewhere, where I can get an atmosphere to learn and speak in English.
‘But where can I get such atmosphere?’, I asked myself.
A spoken English class! ‘But how can I get a job at a spoken English class?’, I thought.

I went to so many institutes and asked for the job.
But what did I have to offer? 10th pass, no English and no experience! But after finding a job for sometime I finally got a job at a spoken English institute of an office boy! Yes, an office boy.
My job was to clean the institute and serve food and tea to the staff and whoever comes to the institute for the enquiry.
This was a very odd and laborious job but I couldn’t think of any other idea.
I eventually started working and in the free time I used to sit near the door of the class from where I could hear the voice of the faculty teaching the students.
I used to make notes, practice whatever assignments the faculties used to give to the students and solve the tests that the students had to take.
The best part was I used to get to learn each concept multiple times because I could be a part of all the batches.
I used to finish all my work before hand and when the class starts I could focus only on practising the basics.
I was getting better.

Six months had passed, there was a vacancy for the counsellor.
Many people came to get interviewed.
I was standing in the cabin and one of the faculties was taking the interviews.
We were not getting the right candidate for the job.
Even the faculty was getting frustrated.
After almost interviewing 8–10 participants I jokingly said I am better than all those people put together.
I can do this job better than all of them combined.
He started laughing.
But I stopped him in between and said, NO, I am serious! Take my interview.
He looked at me and thought I was still joking but I was not.
I was damn serious.
He interviewed me and as I said, I was better than all those people put together.
I learned another lesson.
You become what you practice.
The only reason I was so confident was because for last six months without a single leave I worked and learned everything that I could.
I was getting good at English as well as at life.
I was becoming more ambitious and curious day by day.

Now, I was a counsellor.
I used to counsel students and their parents about the courses and sell them other programs that we had to offer.
I was getting to speak with a lot of people everyday.
I was doing around 10–15 counselling everyday.
I was enjoying this.
I knew enough English to be a counsellor but I wanted to get better at it.
Now everyday after the class I used to sit down and learn something from the faculties.
They used to give me homework that I used to finish in the institute itself.
I started asking students if they have any doubts and told them to come to me before going to the faculty.
I started teaching students one-on-one.
Some students even told me I used to teach even better than their faculty, to which I laughed.
But eventually I realised I can become a better faculty than them.
So, silently I started preparing for taking batches.
I knew I will never get the opportunity to teach but still, I kept preparing.

Few months later, one day I was taking a counselling and suddenly I heard a loud voice quarrelling with someone.
I realised it’s the faculty who is arguing with the director of the institute who at that time was in Delhi.
He shouted, do whatever you can, I am going.
And left.
I was shocked.
I had never seen something like this happening in my life.
The batch was about to start in 5 minutes.
There were already 25–30 students sitting inside the class and the faculty had left! I had no idea what to do.
Then suddenly I got a call.

[Amar bol raha hu mayank]
‘Amar this side, Mayank’, the director roared.

[Y yee.
.
yess.
yes sir boliye]

Y.
.
yee.
.
yess.
Yes sir, I replied.

[tum apni life me kuch karna chahte ho ya nhi?]
Do you want to do something in your life or not? He shouted.

[ha sir karna chahta hu na!!!]
Yes sir, I again replied.

[to jakar batch lo!!!]
Then go and take the batch, he asked!
[Sir… main kaise? mujhe to padana bhi nhi ata]
Sir! how can I? I am not even a faculty, I said.

[Mayank jindagi me ek baat hamesha dhyan rakhna.
Duniya ki sari
opportunities uss bottle me ati hai jiske label pe likha hota hai problems.
Agar ye
problem nhi aati to na to tumhe mera call ata or na hi ye batch lene ka mauka milta]
He told, always remember one thing in life.
All opportunities come in a bottle with a label of problems on it.
If I didn’t have this problem, you wouldn’t even get my call nor the opportunity to take this batch
[ab tere pass do options hai.
Ya to jake bolde sir ki tabiyat kharab hai, sir nhi ayege aur meri Indore me itni aukaat hai ke main kal tak 10 trainers khae kar duga aur ya phir jakar batch le jo hoga dekha jayega]

Now you have two options.
Go and say, sir is unwell and he will come tomorrow and I can arrange 10 faculties by tomorrow or go and take the batch, we will see what happens next, and he disconnected the phone.

I stood up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and said to myself, what should I do! I told myself, this is the opportunity we have been looking for, for our whole life.
You have nothing to lose, you are already a failure.
There is nothing that can go wrong.
Nothing.
So I pulled up my socks and went inside to take the batch.
I have no idea, what I did, but I remember only one thing, the students came out and said, ‘from now on wards we only want to learn from you!’
I was on cloud nine.
The students went and I got a call from the director saying, I have arranged the faculty.
Cancel all the batches for today.
He will join from tomorrow.
’ I realised nothing had changed.
But I also realised I am ready for big things.
Again a lesson learned.
It’s better to be ready and not to have an opportunity, than to have an opportunity and not to be ready.

After few days, the director sir came to visit the institute.
He interviewed me and after that took me with himself for a tea.
On the way he told me he was glad that I took the ownership and handled everything well.
He asked what do you want to do? I said I want to become a trainer.
He looked in my eyes and smiled and said I will train you to become a trainer.
(I had got my first mentor in form of my boss.
I didn’t know but my life was about to change)
Before leaving for Delhi he gave me a training module and told me to prepare.
He also promised that you will take the batch after three months.
Start preparing for it.
Finally I got a purpose in my life.
These three months were the most exhausting three months of my life.
I was a counsellor by the day and trainer in making by the evening.
I had to start preparing my trainer’s notes one page at a time.
I still remember one batch consisted of 90 days and I made 20 pages notes for one day i.
e.
90*20 = 1800 pages of notes for one batch.
He used to call me on daily basis and checked whether I have done my preparations or not.
Learning the basics of grammar, idioms, phrases, or a hell lot of vocabulary.
It used to take me 4 hours of preparation everyday.
Finally three months had passed and my first batch was about to start.
Just one night before the batch was about the start I called him and said, ‘I can’t do it’.
I started crying and murmured, ‘I am not ready, I think I am not competent enough to teach’.

He laughed and said, ‘No one is ready Mayank, no one.
No is born to do great things in life.
But we can always prepare ourselves.
We all like to stay in our comfort zones but no one achieved greatness in it.
When I met you I saw something in your eyes, there was a spark.
I liked your confidence, its your time to prove yourself.
You again have two options.
Leave it or live it.
It’s easy to leave and hard to live but easy things don’t make champions.
If you want to leave I can ask someone else to take your place but this opportunity will not come again.
And most importantly, I know you can do it.
Now sleep, you have a long day tomorrow
’.
I smiled and said, ‘thank you sir, I will make you proud’ and disconnected the phone.

Next day, I got ready and went to the institute with butterflies in my stomach.
It was the most stressful day of my life.
I had prepared for three months for this day and I thought I was ready for this.
I went inside the class, stood on the stage and looked at the students and boom! I forgot everything that I prepared.
I was standing on the middle of the stage clueless for a while and then suddenly I was a different person.
I smiled and asked, ‘why are we here?’.
To learn English someone replied.
I laughed and said, ‘No’.
Everyone looked at me like a mad person was standing in front of them.
We are here to commit mistakes, from today the name of this place is [Galti karo kendra] i.
e.
centre for committing mistakes.
I told, ‘the number one reason people don’t speak English is because they are scared of committing mistakes, they think what will happen if I commit mistakes? What people will think about me? and so on.
From today on wards we will only commit mistakes but we will not repeat mistakes and then I started teaching’.
What did I teach I don’t remember but I know from that day on wards I never looked back.
I took batches for a year then I was promoted as the head trainer in 2010.
I got some targets to achieve which I over achieved and was promoted as the Academic Director in 2011 and then the Director of the institute in 2012.
There were a lot of ups and downs which I will write about in other articles if people liked this article.
I left the institute in 2013 to take certifications in TTT and NLP from Delhi and started my corporate career in 2013.

This is me after a motivational seminar in 2011.

This is me during a seminar at BSF in 2012.

This is me in a celebration party in 2013.

This is me in 2014 in my first corporate training with Flipkart, Yes I have lost a lot of weight between 2013 to 2014.
(For some other time)

This is me in 2015 in a motivational seminar in an institute.

This is me in 2016 in a motivational seminar in a college.

This is me in 2017 in a Training Program.

This is me in a Training Program in 2018 (Standing in the centre in the black suit)
This is me in a Train the Trainer By Reliance Jio in 2018(sitting in the right corner in the first row in grey suit).

When I started my career I had no idea where will I go, what will I do and most importantly how will I achieve anything in my life.
But you know what? I believed in myself and I never stopped trying.
NEVER.
Hope my story inspired you to create your’s! Best of Hard work and Enjoy…
Please feel free to connect with me in case you ever feel low in your life.
I am just a message away!


I was brought up in Varanasi in a family of 12 members (my Dadu (Grandfather), Amma ( Grandmother), Bade papa (Uncle), Badi mummy ( Aunt), three cousins (two sisters and a brother), my papa (Dad) and mummy (Mother), my younger sister and a younger brother).

My mother was schizophrenic and my father used to be outdoors most of the time because of his work.
My sister, my brother and I were taken care of by my grandparents and we used to consider them as our parents.
But it was all fun.
We used to eat, talk and sleep with our grandparents.

On May 31, 2004, my brother died.
I was 10 years old at that time.
With his death, I understood that they have not lost a family member but lost their only son.
Thereafter, my fairy-tale world vanished.
My mother became a liability to everyone.
My father started drinking excessively.
Every single thing was destroyed.
My grandparents still took care of us but it was not like before.
My sister and I became third-class citizens in our own home.
They all used to love us but they were in such a tremendous amount of grief that they didn't even realize what they were doing to us.
Our relatives scolded us for no reason.
And because our mother was ill, nobody told us how to do things properly.
People used to warn their children not to be like us, without realizing that we were too young to listen to these taunts for hundreds of times in a day.

My sister was a brilliant student but for me even in class 5, 4/2 never resulted as 2.
Somehow, I managed to get admitted into a good school (one of the most reputed one in our city) with very low fees (1800 per year).
I still believe that it was just sheer luck.
My struggles did not end there.
I barely managed to pass my exams.
But I was not distracted towards anything.
I didn't want to be like my mother.
In class 10, I studied hard and got very good marks.
My grandparents and father were very happy.
At that my father, working in Alwar, asked me to join a coaching for IIT and I did.
Everything was going well.
I started my preparation for IIT.

However, things took a drastic turn when my grandfather passed away on October 26, 2009.

My grandmother wanted my father to come back to Varanasi to look after his family.
He didn't want to as he was earning well over there (in Alwar) but ultimately he had to listen to her.
He came back after which he became a cruel person filled with deep anger.
I used to stay away from him.
But I never stopped my preparations.

My father used to come home very late.
And I used to wait for him, praying for him.
With every horn of bike, I used to run towards the balcony and check if he came.
It put me in tremendous amounts of stress.

One day my grandmother called me (when I was in balcony waiting for my papa) and told me to compare two things: if your father will die, you will recover soon but if you will stop your studies, you will never be able to recover.
My grandmother was uneducated but she was much more farsighted than anyone else in my family.

A few days later, she too passed away.
Both the people, who loved us, died within a short span.
My sister and I were broken but nobody, not a single relative came into our room to see us.
We were all alone.
I still remember it was 13th-day ceremony (ceremony conducted to mark the final day of mourning after a death by Hindus) of grandmother's death on which my mother got fever and vomiting and I was studying as my 12th board was going on.
I gave her medicine and started studying.
After a few minutes, some of the women asked me to leave studying and take care of my mother.
I denied.
They scolded me.
I ignored them.
Finally, father told them that we will take care of her and they can leave.
After this event, my father became our friend.
He spent very few hours at home but whenever he came, we used to talk a lot.

After 2 months, my 12th results came and I scored much better than I had expected to but I failed to get into a good college.
So I decided to prepare again.
We didn't have anything except for a few ornaments to pay the fees of coaching.
My father sold them.
Generally, in my family, nobody spends this much on their daughter’s education.
But my father did.
My coaching was 5 km away from my home.
Sometimes I used to walk 4–5 km to save money for two bananas.
My coaching timings were from 7 am to 1 pm.
But I used to sit till 6 pm (as the environment at my home was not good) without having anything for the whole day.
At that time food was a luxury for me.

On the day of my AIEEE exam, my father left for his work early in the morning after giving Rs.
30 to me (a few days back he told me that all he had was that Rs.
30 on that day).
I had no clue about my examination center as I assumed that papa would drop me.
No rickshaw was ready to go there.
I was hungry and late.
I ran like anything and somehow managed to reach the center.
When I reached, I was tired and worried.
I saw one of my friend, Saurabh Agrawal, who got the same center, was looking at me and smiling which made me realize that I was on time.

Results arrived and I got admission in an NIT.

This was my first photo after getting into my college.

……
Presently, I am working with Larsen & Toubro as a senior engineer.

This is me…
With my sister
Now my relatives and neighbors want their children to be like us.


I come from a very low middle class family.
I have a beautiful mother, a great father and a very naughty little brother.
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:).
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This story is about me.
Sorry for the long answer.
But I promise you it will be worth it at the end.
.
:) Hope it inspires you.
.
:)
My father earned just ₹2500 per month when I was studying in school during nursery to class 4th.
Even with such a meager salary, he wanted his son to get well educated and did as far as he can.
He admitted me in St.
Mary’s school, a local school in my town which was not yet built and was up to class 5th only.
During those days, in my family educating their child in an English medium school was a very great deal.
On top of it, we lived in a rented house consisting of one room in an area which lacked basic amenities.
I still remember how we used to walk a considerable distance to use a common washroom of the entire society.

Seeing my parents doing so much for me, I used to study day and night so that I can make them proud.
My father did everything for me and I never complained of things he couldn’t, neither I asked for it.
I still remember the days where I used to wait to buy a 10 rs notebook for days since there was literally no money left with him and he sweetly used to ask me to wait.
I did well in my school and stood first in every academic year.

By God’s grace, a new committee got formed in school and the school even though it wasn’t affiliated to ICSE, it sought another school so that the students could go and give exams there.
I used to study a lot during those days seeing my family’s pains and conditions.
I did well in ICSE examinations and scored 92%.
My parents were really happy.
.
:)
Now comes the real story where I believed God exists and he really helps those who actually need it.

I wanted to study science but my family’s income was too low to admit me to any school which had a science division.
I applied for scholarships from various places like the sabha of various sects but I miserably failed.
Seeing such conditions, I decided to study commerce.

The story is not yet over.
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:).
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My father is a great fan of a bengali news channel named ABP Annondo.
I was also just watching casually when I saw an advertisement of Adamas Scholarship test where they were funding the entire higher secondary education of meritorious students.

I prepared day and night for the examination and secured a rank of 8th in it.
:D .
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Trust me, my father had a bit of tears in his eyes when they announced the results 10 days later.
I will never forget that day.
He was very happy.

I got admitted to Adamas H.
S Model School and they paid for everything for my education.
I did well in Higher secondary too and secured 88%(state board) in it.
Now the main problem was I wanted to study engineering from a very good college so I used to study for JEE all by myself in the school itself.
I didn’t focus on JEE Advanced as I didn’t have any guidance.
Gave JEE.
Result: Miserably failed with a rank of 80k+ in JEE Mains and a rank of 9k+ in WBJEE.

Everyone lost hopes on me.
My parents even though they supported me they also lost hope that their son can do engineering from a good place.
I had to take admission in a private college in Kolkata as it was giving me a 100% tuition waiver in my WBJEE rank.
I couldn’t think of dropping looking into my family’s conditions.
To be frank, I didn’t want to be there.
I bought JEE materials of Aakash Institute from College street and studied it in whatever time I had in the library and at home.
I wanted to do good.

Sat again for JEE and WBJEE.
This time secured decent enough ranks.
JEE Mains rank: 20,121 and WBJEE rank: 425
I wanted to study computer science subjects and I got a seat in Department of Information Technology at NIT Durgapur.
I was really very happy.
:)
College days were great.
.
:)…Got really awesome seniors and a bunch of really cool friends.
Did everything along with studies.
Participated in many fests.
Joined the dance club, DC and the coding club, RECursion of my college.
These two are now an integral part of my life.
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<3.
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I didn’t use to study much for semesters rather used to do development and coding with my friends.
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:)
I didn’t get any on-campus internship in my 3rd year.
I was depressed.
My confidence leveled down a lot.
I sacrificed everything, left dancing and all co-curricular activities and studied the entire year doing development and coding.
That was really the most tiresome year of my college life.
I suffered a lot.
LOST MANY FRIENDS.
Had a tiff with my close friends too.
But I endured and moved on and didn’t let it affect my studies.
Went through a breakup in that phase too.
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:P.
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I used to think of my parents and their present situation when I endured all this.
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:)
Finally did an academic internship at CNeRG, IIT Kharagpur.
Slogged my ass off during those 2 months by balancing Internship work and placements preparation.
I used to spend more than 12 hours in it.
My parents, my group of 6 friends and a girl ❤️ were my constant support during those days.

Placement season came.
I remember the date: 23rd July 2018.
Microsoft, India visited our campus on the first day.

Cleared the online round, Group fly round and 2 f2f interviews round very smoothly and confidently…:).
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My 3rd round didn’t go as well as I expected.
There were many friends of mine who still had to give their 3rd rounds and I was seeing a very less chance of me getting selected.
I came into my room.
Cried and slept.
Suddenly got a call from my friend Ashutosh that the HR is calling you and asked me to hurry up.
Trust me, I jumped from the bed, put my shoes on and I ran like I never ran before.
:P.
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The HR called me and my friend Ashutosh and asked us whether we know why we were here.
We said we don’t know :).
Then I got to hear the words which were a dream to me:
“You both are selected”
I was in tears and I don’t know how I started weeping.
I thought all these scenes happen only in movies but trust me I cried.
Only one face came to my mind at that time: My parents.
I wanted them to inform that I did it and I will end all the pains and sufferings which they are enduring.
:)…I called my father.
He was in train.
When I told him the news, he started weeping.
I have never seen or heard my father crying but he cried on that day and asked me to stay happy and said: “Beta, bhagwaan tere jaisa beta sabko de.
Khush kar diye tum humko.
:)”
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His happiness knew no bounds.
He now also earns very less near about ₹8000 and is in a bad situation but I made him so happy that he smiles every time.
I won’t let him work after this year.
.
:)…My mother never believed it.
She was also really very happy.
.
:).
The sad faces have now turned into happy faces with a broad smile.

I am proud of myself.

“I love you mummy and paapa.
May God give such parents like you all to every child in this world!”

I am very much thankful to my maama too (Anjani Verma) who was there to look after me anytime.
I love you too.
:)

This pic was taken when I went to Dakshineshwar Kali Temple with my paapa on the next day of my selection.
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:):

My sweetest mummy without whom nothing would have happened:
P.
S:
Thanks to everyone for reading it until here.
Hope it inspired you.
If I can do it, you definitely can.
:)
I also followed one motivational quote quite religiously whenever I used to face a turmoil:
Don't stop when it hurts, stop when it's done.

Thank you!.
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:)


At the age of 5, he lost his mother.
Soon, paralysis hit his father and he gave up working.

Since he was the eldest, the responsibility of his younger brother and his three sisters came upon his shoulder.

Burdened with so many responsibilities and duties at a very tender age, he had no idea what to do.
People around him stopped helping him as well.

Thus, there were days when he slept along with his siblings slept on an empty stomach.
Getting a proper meal once in a day had become luxury for them.

Roti-namak (flatbread and salt) and raw Papaya were the only two things he ate on a regular basis.

He spent hours sitting at somebody's doorstep asking for some food.
Sometimes, he got the leftovers and at other times, his requests fell upon deaf ears.

In the chilly winters of Bihar, he used straw to cover himself and his family.

Inspite of everything falling apart, he excelled in academics.
Thus, he was exempted from paying the school fees.

He sold balloons at fairs and did other small things to earn a living.

Motorcycles were a big thing back then.
And obviously, he was fascinated by them.
Once, while he was admiring a motorcycle, somebody commented, “Bas dekh hi sakte ho.
Khareedne ki aukaat nahi tumhari.
” (You can just see it.
You don't have the level to buy it)
Somehow, he reached 10th standard.
With no money to buy copies and books, he tore pages from the notebooks discarded by other students and wrote on them.
With his determination, he passed it with first divison.

By then, they had managed to open a small grocery store with whatever savings they had.

He got a scholarship to do his B.
Tech from BIT Sindri, one of the most renowned engineering colleges of that time.

But his problems didn't end there.
His poor financial conditions still hit him hard.
When he had no money to buy shoes, he used the discarded shoes of his batchmate.
When other people around him partied, he tried hard to save a single rupee.

After college ended, he gave several competitive exams.
One of them was UPSC CSE.
He sat for Prelims and qualified it.
However, his dream of becoming an IAS officer was shattered as he had no money to prepare for the next stage.

This didn't stop him either.
He joined NTPC (National Thermal Power Corporation) back in 1997 and with his zeal and determination to succeed, he is now at one of the topmost positions of the company.

This is the story of my dad.

The people who earlier refused to help him flock his house whenever dad goes there.
And with his big heart, he readily helps them in whichever way he can, without any grudges.

Whenever I am down, he tells me only one thing – “No problem can ever be bigger than your determination to succeed.


All our life we use to search motivation.
Sometimes we get inspired and do what is required to do.
Sometimes we just think it is not possible and just remain in the same state.

Today I am going to tell you a story.
It’s a long story but if you have some time to invest, then have patience because it is going to be worth investing.

Based on a true story:
It’s a story of 80’s when loving someone was strictly prohibited.
The girl was approaching in her sweet sixteen and boy was a ferocious, rebellious by nature and was trying to make his career in medical.
Eventually they met and fall in love.
When the love reached at its peak, she made a decision that was considered as a mistake in that time.
They got married.
Yes, they get married without getting consent of their parents.
Although it was the most important and beautiful decision of her life, but it was a mistake in that world.
Everyone got aroused.
Family, friends, relatives even neighbours joined the chorus and all together they certified her as anti-social, corrupt, characterless, etc.

And suddenly, everything got changed.
Nobody supported her in that decision.
The people including parents became strangers.
Nobody was there to help her.
So, everything is lost, and her struggle started before she completed her matriculation.

Struggles
Graduation degree: Education was a scarce commodity then.
She wanted to study but suddenly she got married.
According to society, she already made her decision and were not allowed to make any other decision.
No support from parents and the new family that embraced her reluctantly.
But she did make her own decision and continued her study.
Although it was not easy to start the school again.
Because everything has been changed.
Teachers, friends everyone use to stay away from her.
People use to pass sarcastic comments.
But against all the odds she passed her matriculation.
She wanted to continue her study, but she got pregnant.
Perhaps God was also against her.
She had to leave her study to take care of his child.
In the span of 5 years she was the mother of 3 children and no scope for further study.
But she has also decided to go against all odds.
She again started her study and finally got her graduate degree.

Financial support: This was the biggest question in her life.
She belonged to lower middle class.
Married to a boy who was still struggling to make his career.
The burden of 3 kids was also there to add in woes.
One day she was in a need of Rs.
10 to feed her kids.
She asked the same from her laws but in returns she got beaten.
She also asked her husband but in return, received harsh words only.

Then, she proposed to let her do a job to his husband.
Which was outrageously rejected because that time if your wife used to work outside, it was a matter of shame for the husbands.
When that proposal got rejected she proposed to start a school in the home.
She only got one admission in her school.
But she continued to teach only one child in her school.
Ultimately, she got favors from God and school got more admission.

Giving best education to her child: After all the struggle, she got the graduate degree.
She wanted to give the best education to her children.
Getting higher studies is matter of lakhs but her school was not sufficing to raise that amount of money.
Although she didn’t have any professional degree, but she has the required acumen to run a small business.
She started making candles and after initial hurdles her business got kicked off.
A lady, who got denial to her basic education, not only got education for herself but also provided professional degrees to all her child.
Today one of her sons is holding an MBA degree from prestigious B school and working with an MNC, one is an Engineer and working with leading bank.
Her third child who is eventually a lovely girl is a great singer and just completed her graduation.

Being Social: She struggled throughout her life for everything since her childhood.
I am saying child because she was a child when she got married.
She didn’t get any help from anyone when she needed the most.
So, she decided to help everyone like her.
She started an NGO which is specifically working for the empowerment of women.

So, this the journey of a woman who started the happiest moment of her life with a disaster and became a shame for her family and society but later completely changed it to become a social entrepreneur and an ideal for the society.
This is a true story and the fantastic women described here is none other than my mother.

I salute her, and dedicate my first answer to her bravery, confidence and courage to change the world.


Doctor told him he was left with very less time.
He didn't rant “Why me?”.
And his last desire was to serve people till his last breath.
A 64 year old man, who died of cancer yesterday, not only inspired me but the whole nation!

Half sleeved untucked shirt, hawai chappals, and a manohar smile(charming), that was all enough to define the personality of Late Mr Manohar Parikar.
When other politicians used to come in Lok Sabha in a pompous manner, Parikar used to step in very quietly like a man next to the door.
Most of the time he used to come in his scooter or simply walk on foot, greeting all the passerbys coming across him.

The iitian turned politician, Parikar was burdened with the responsibilities of both state and his household.
His wife had died of cancer when he was elected as the chief minister of Goa.
He was left with his two sons who were very young at that time, still he looked after them, without letting his personal issues interfering his duities.

Be it sipping tea in the nukkads or queuing up in lines with the common people, he always lived in a way, making people realise he is one of us.
He lived across the party lines, even after being associated with RSS and Bjp, he,very skillfully managed a state with 26% Catholic population.
When appointed as the defence minister, once a reporter asked him if he had the guts to attack terrorists in pok.
Parikar accepted the challenge, and India witnessed the Surgical Strike.

Parikar's chest was all puffed with joy, but this time destiny had a challenge for him.
He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
Parikar knew,he was left with very less time.
But Mr Parikar was unstoppable, the very next day he told his officials that now he will work from hospital.

He had that josh, that willpower of working till his last breath.
It was his endless love and dedication for his state Goa that even in his last days of life, he came forward to present the budget.
With a food pipe fixed in his nose, Parikar sat down calmly, and begin to speak in a trembling voice.
He asked for water, sipped it in with a straw.
Then resumed speaking.
Everytime he was asked a question, he stood up with the help of support and answered.

He was indeed precious and irrepalacable.
But I don't want to conclude with “Rest in peace.

Let's bid farewell to this legend in his style.

The josh is very high sir!
PS: Mr Parikar in his last public meeting had asked, “How is the josh?”.


Yes, I can tell you my story.

I was born in Tbilisi, Georgia, on 6th April 1994.

Before 2011 I had a happy life.
I had my mother and family with me and everything was well.
I was performing well in school, especially at math.
We had lived a normal life for a decade.

It was such a happy time.
My mom and I were happy with our lives.

This is my mom and I in 2010 November.

In 2011 Our country was one of the Republics in CCRK and criminal mentality here is still same as it was 30–40 years ago.

As I mentioned earlier that I was good at school, I was also doing special courses in English for which I had a private tutor for English.

On 2 April of 2011 (I hate this date).
My Mom and I were coming home from the English tuition and we were crossing the street.
I still remember this day and it’s so hard for me to forget it.

We were in the middle of the street and suddenly I saw my mom fly in the air; she dropped in front of my feet, a car had crashed into her.
I was in shocked and was crying, I was shouting and beating everyone who tried to stop me.
I was soiled with my mom’s blood, I was so afraid.

They then took my mom to the hospital, she underwent four surgeries, but mom had haemorrhage in her brain and she went into coma.

I lost everything, no more school, no more teachers.
I was alone; the only people left were my mom's parents, who were so shattered and they didn’t have time for me as they were caring for my mom.

I was absolutely alone, and I was destroyed.
After 3 months they took my mom home, because caring at home was cheaper than at hospital.
It was very hard for me, to see my mom in the bed in a coma, so I decided to move to my father’s parents’ home.

I was alone and I wanted to hide my pain, so I was spent all my days in the streets with my new friends, who were bad guys with criminal mentalities.

After some months I left school, as the only the thing I wanted was criminal authority.

I was hiding my pain by having street fights with the other guys.

My mom was still in a coma.
I was depressed, and I was doing such bad things.

In six months I was different person, and I wasn’t the boy who was raised by my mom.
My mom was religious and kind.

This is me, 6 month after the incident.

I was drinking a lot; I was always in the streets, and I was absolutely an uneducated teenager, who only knew criminal mentality and criminal laws.

This is me one year after the incident.
2012, 26 May.

Soon there passed 3 years, And my mom was still in a coma, but I was trying to find a job, because I was already 19 years old and I’d never had legal income or money in my pockets.
All of my new friends left me so I was again alone.
Nobody had time for me, so I decided to stay at home and read books.
In six months I read seven books, because I wanted an education even though I hadn’t finished school or gone to college.
I was reading the whole day, and so I learnt a lot.
Then I decided to serve at the church.
We Georgians are Orthodox Christians.
I made some right decisions and I left the streets, as I was spending my whole time in the Church with my tutor.

I had always hoped that my mom would come out of her coma, I prayed for this day for three years.

But in 28 June of 2014, my mom passed away.

It was an absolute shock for me, but my mom died three years after the accident.

I can remember how I was standing at my mom’s funeral, and I was crying — a lot.

I can remember how I was going every day to the cemetery, and I was crying.

I lost my mom at 19, the person who was the only one who cared about me, who loved much more than herself.

She was such an amazing and kind person.

My mom 3 month before the car crash incident.

Then there was sleepless nights, and I was thinking what I must do in my life; what I was interested in, because the only thing my mom wanted from me was success, for she had a dream, and she wanted to have a successful son who had a higher education.

And one night I promised myself to do everything I can, to work hard, to learn hard for my mom’s soul.
I promised myself to do everything to make my mom proud.

From childhood, I was good with computers, so I researched the profession and found Software Engineering and Computer Science.
I had done my research and I liked the field, as it was so interesting to me.
So I decided to enter college to learn Computer Science.

It was a fantastic field, and I still remember how I would work the whole night on my exercises; I was reading so much about software engineering, and I was coding the whole night.
It was very hard for me but my math background helped me so much, and I was working and learning whole days, whole nights — whole weeks!
Then came my first successful step, I won first local programming Hackathon at the age of 21 in my city Tbilisi.

These are our smart city model with micro-controllers which I programmed in the C programming language.
During this period I was a beginner, and it was the third month after my first “Hello World” program.

I was working all night, as the field was very hard, challenging and interesting, for programming helped me to redefine my passion for life.

After the first successful steps, I started learning and practising in more depth, I started learning Object Oriented Programming, design skills, design patterns, architecture and some mobile applications.
I created a study group, where I was teaching programming to my college mates who were not as strong as I in programming.

I was still weak in programming till one guy appeared in my life.

He is my best friend, I learned everything from him.
He is the best person I would have ever known.
We are doing everything together !! We also won together Microsoft Imagine cup EU finals.

After 3 years of finding my passion.

After 4 years from the death of my mom
After the 7 year from the car crash and the incident that made my life horrible.

Today I’m 24 years old.

Today I’m part of the team, which is collected with one of the strongest engineers in my country and we are solving very interesting and hard technical problems.

Today in the Evenings I’m a lecturer.

Today I have my own students, and they respect me and love my lectures.

Today I have a girlfriend whom I want to marry.

Today I am happy and strong; today I am educated; today I have legal income, and today I am a person who owns his life.

Today I know that my mom is proud of me.
But everything is in the future, and I will make her prouder.
Because I have to do a lot of things.
I have to learn more in my field, and anyway I am still young and inexperienced, so many good things are still in my future.

So never back down, never give up, and never stop dreaming.

Try to do impossible things, try to think out of the box, and never be satisfied for today's goal is tomorrow.
Be a maximalist and be Futuristic.
Be amazing.

Be a kind person, with kind dreams.

Work hard, real hard work will be valued.

Do what you love, and you will be a successful person, you will achieve crazy things! We only live once!
Thank you for reading my story, written in honor of my mom.

Edit :
Thank you very much, for all your response and feedback guys !! You are really awesome and crazy.
I have never read so many good things about me.
Thank you again !!! I love you ! If anyone wants advice in life or in Software Engineering, I am absolutely with you.
You can follow me on twitter or on facebook.
Thank you very much again ! It’s a great feeling ! I love you.


Thane Chiquinho Scarpa is one of the richest men in Brazil.
After he made a visit to Egypt, he did something unique.
On his return, he announced that inspired by the Egyptian culture, he would Bury down his $450,000 Bentley so that he could enjoy it in the afterlife.

He took a photo beside the Bentley Flying Spur and posted it on his social media with a caption “ I decided to do as the Pharaohs: This week I will bury my favourite car, Bentley, in my home garden.

The social media was quick to respond and thrashed Scarpa for such an orthodox and outdated idea.
They suggested that he could have donated the car to the charity and that he is out of reality.
But, the man was adamant as he posted another picture of him with a shovel and Bentley behind him.
He continued to post his plans throughout the week and people continued to question him whether he is doing all this to cut taxes.

On the day of burial, he invited the media outlets to cover the story of his extravagant deeds.
But, when it was the time to Bury the car he stopped the procession and delivered a speech that what was the real motive behind this whole thing.

People have condemned me for trying to bury a million dollar Bentley.
The fact is, most people bury something a lot more valuable than my car.
People bury hearts, livers, lungs, eyes, and kidneys.
This is absurd.
There are so many people out there waiting for a transplant and you will bury healthy organs that can save so many lives.
This is the biggest waste in the world.
My Bentley is worthless in comparison to life-giving organs.
There is no wealth more valuable than an organ because there is nothing more valuable than life.

I officially announce I am an organ donor this week.
I’m an organ donor, are you? Tell your family.

The billionaire ended up the burying rituals and perhaps delivered a strong message to the nation on organ donation.
He was quick to comment that people were so concerned about the worth of car getting wasted by the burial but we never care about human lives that could be saved with such organ donation.

He also said that people have the right to their body but why do they want to keep their organs even after they die and Bury them with their body when it can be donated for a greater cause.

Source: Article by Brianna Acuesta, Read More: Rich Brazilian Man Planned To Bury His Bentley For A Good Cause

Updated: 10.06.2019 — 6:38 pm

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