Well it is little exaggerating on my part to say that my upcoming book is going to be a best seller, definitely I am very confident about my book and I know the book is very natural, it's a self help book, in this book I am sharing my working experience as a consultant with Supriya and Namit Jain for their company "Shimmer bespoke Jewellery".
Their sweet and salty relation created a very cheerful environment for me and during that time I learned many things from them as well. It is not a hardcore business book that will teach you how to make loads of money over night, but one thing is for sure their success as entrepreneurs is commendable.
So take a journey with them and learn some of the best business secrets.
I do believe in god and so does in fairies, maybe I am little
immature or simply gone nuts but I know a guy who is not a saint or a
traditional religious person but I am damn sure he is the man of god. Three
days back I was about to leave for my office when I noticed Daler Singh, he is an
aged man must be in his late fifties or early sixties, I greeted him and he
smiled back and as I was about to ask him about his health he caught hold of a
little kid who was carrying some candies.
That kid was new in our block and his young parents just
shifted in a flat adjacent to my home. Then he said “give me two candies or two
kisses” the kid was looking at his candies and he must have counted them in his
mind. There were four candies, the clever smile on Daler Singh’s face made him
insecure. The thought of sharing those wonderful sweets was too terrible for
that kid and kissing Daler Singh was not that good either.
He was about to cry and his expression were about to change
and exactly at that…
It was a typical hot and dry evening of Delhi as I reached my
home that day, as I removed my shoes and made myself a little comfortable I got
a call from a dear friend. He was waiting in a parking place which was earlier
used by kids as a play ground when I was a kid, a ground where I spent many
afternoons and evenings as a kid playing with my friends, the ground right next
to my home.
He had to go somewhere and he wanted me to accompany him. I
told him to either wait patiently in his car for fifteen minutes or come inside,
he took the second option.
As we returned barely after few minutes we noticed his
sparkling new car was covered with mulberries. The seasonal fruit mulberry is
not considered sellable not at least in Delhi these days.
He started his car and said “Khushwant” time has really
changed, I nodded in yes. On our way to the other corner of Delhi I was pushed
back into my childhood. There was a time when I used to climb that same
mulberry tree; dark red colored mulberrie…