After 8-10 crore, your own home and a nice car, there is not much difference in the quality of life between you and billionaire investors like RK Damani.
Time is the currency of life. Money is not.
Both of you have limited amount of time on earth; infact you may have twice or more time than RK Damani, so you are richer than him.
Dal roti is dal roti whether a billionaire eats or you do.
Become financially independent, which is around 8-10cr.
Have good food. Workout. Sleep well.
Meet your parents and friends.
That’s all there is to life.
Greed has no end.
Sooner you figure this out, happier you will be.
Bachpan waala India.
Regardless of the weather, our dinner time was at 7:00 PM and bed time was 10:00
Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, a rarity actually, that only happened when it was a birthday or a very special occasion to celebrate.
There was no such thing as fast food on every other day, and having a bottle of soft drinks and an ice-cream from the local shop was a real treat. Pass your final exams and you might have gotten a new set of clothes, or Bata shoes.
You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your ‘home’ clothes. There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you either boarded the school bus or rode on public transport, or just walked home. You got home did your chores and homework before dinner.
Not everyone had a house phone and much later, all private conversation were at PCO booth's.
We didn’t have appletv AmazonPrime or Netflix. We had only Doordarshan to watch. Jungle Book came once a week on a Sunday and Chhaya Geet on Thursday’s, for which we waited all week.
We played chor police, lappa chuppi, Football, Cricket, lagori, dabba ice-spice (actually it was “I spy”) Marbles and any other game we could come up with... At home, we stuck to chess, ludo, snakes and ladders and Monopoly.
Staying shut in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about "bored" was --- "You better find something to do before I find it for you!"
Life was good without insta, facebook, twitter.
Followers were the friends standing behind you.
We played music via magnetic tapes or radio. A walkman was a luxury for the uber rich.
We went to the local shop for groceries and chiclets, jeera goli, kismi used to be a couple of paise.
We ate what Mum made for dinner and put in our lunch and snack box.
Bottled water was non existent. We drank from the school water filter.
We called our friends from home by shouting their names from the street below.
We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING. We played until dark... sunset was our alarm.
If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a day later if not SOONER.
We watched our mouths around our elders because all of our aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, and our parents' best friends were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents you’d misbehaved! Or they would give you something to cry about.
We respected the Police, Firemen, Ambulance workers, Teachers, Doctors and Nurses.
We never answered back... ever!!!
We got detention at school for not doing homework, no hair cut, being late to class or being naughty.
Our teachers spanked us when we deserved it and our parents did not complain about it.
We did not know what luxury was. Our simple lives were so good.
Those were the good days. So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid 😁.
I loved my childhood and all the friends I hung around with.
Congrats, if you are from the same generation...
😁🌹🤗
कार अपनी औकात से खरीदो
I feel every man should buy a car according to his real aukat.
Aukat is not shown by money sitting in your bank account or your big net worth. Those numbers look nice on paper, but they don’t tell the truth.
Your true aukat comes out the moment your car gets a small thuk (bump or scratch) on the road.
If you jump out, start shouting, fighting, or get into road rage – then brother, you bought a car bigger than your aukat.
But if you calmly get down, don’t even bend to check “kaha lagi, kitni lagi”, just look once, smile, and drive away without any tension… that is your real aukat.
So my simple advice is this:
Buy only that car whose repair cost you can ignore like dust on your shoe.
Buy a car that, even after getting scratched, you can forget in two minutes.
Don’t buy a car that will make you lose your sleep, your peace, or your self-respect over a small dent.
Live within your aukat.
Drive in peace.
Stay happy.
That’s the real flex.
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📸 CAPTURE THEM
2. Film them laughing. Not posing. Laughing. That footage will be priceless when the house gets quiet.
3. Take a photo with them doing absolutely nothing. The ordinary ones hurt the most when they become memories.
4. Ask them to write their name on paper. Keep it. Handwriting is the most personal thing that disappears first.
5. Photograph their hands. Those hands built everything you are. One day you'll trace the photo and feel them again.
If I were 20 today, तो बड़े कामों से ज़्यादा ध्यान छोटे-छोटे कामों पर देता।
क्यों?
क्योंकि अपनी journey को पीछे मुड़कर देखता हूँ, तो एक बात बार-बार साफ़ होती है: छोटे काम ही बड़े दरवाज़े खोलते हैं।
मैंने बहुत कम से शुरुआत की थी। Bombay की सड़कें ही मेरा college थीं। अख़बारों में metal prices देखना, दूसरों को deals करते हुए observe करना, और जहाँ लगता था जवाब मिल सकता है, वहाँ सवाल पूछ लेना।
उन शुरुआती दिनों में न कोई बड़ी strategy थी, न कोई bold moves, बस वो काम थे, जिन्हें ज़्यादातर लोग ज़रूरी नहीं मानते।
समय पर पहुँचना, meetings में calculator साथ रखना, एक भी appointment miss न करना, ऐसे छोटे-छोटे काम।
ये छोटे काम रोज़मर्रा में दिखते नहीं थे। कई रातें ऐसी भी आईं, जब लगा: क्या इसका कोई फल मिलेगा भी?
इसलिए जब कोई मुझसे पूछता है कि कुछ बड़ा करने का secret क्या है, तो मेरा जवाब हमेशा एक ही होता है:
छोटे कामों पर ध्यान दीजिए, और देखिए कैसे बड़े दरवाज़े अपने आप खुलते हैं।
यही simple habit आगे चलकर Vedanta की नींव बनी।